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Putting powdered sugar on the post below

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paint the town red - part twelve

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING

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MONZA 2024

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local german spotted in the paddock!! well, look who the iceman dragged in STOP STEALING MY PHONE TO TAKE PICTURES YOU KNOCK-OFF ONE DIRECTION!! clearly these guys are hard at work before quali today. scores polo position, begs bianca for her phone, sends me this and says, 'let the people know i'm ecstatic to have pole position.' who's man is this??

there is anticipation in the air. the city of monza is thick with excitement, the possibility of their drivers not only winning the race as a 1-2 but also becoming constructor champions at their home race is amazing. it’s a sense of excitement the tifosi haven’t felt since monza 2019, back when their current championship leader, won their home race. however, no one is more charles and carlos. charles is on pole once again, carlos right behind him with max and oscar behind them, it’s another ferrari front row lockout, but this time it’s at monza, their home race.

charles had been smiles all around, laughing and joking with his fellow drivers, he wasn’t nervous anymore, he’d lost the nerves after winning monaco. carlos also had lost the nerves after winning his home race in spain. they were confident and probably a little cocky, but with the lead they had in the championship, it would only be a matter of time before they won, it just wouldn’t be as special if they won anywhere else but monza. 

much like monaco, the avengers could be spotted in the paddock throughout the entirety of the weekend. everywhere you glanced there was an avenger there, dressed to the nines and in red, showing their support for ferrari. but the true stars like always were charles and carlos. however, the arrival of a certain former ferrari driver sparked even more chaos than anyone else ever could. kimi räikkönen was spotted in the ferrari garage, sparking much conversation because the beloved iceman was missed around the paddock.

once again, will buxton was walking through the garage area when an avenger was caught waving at will, this time the culprit was none other than steve rogers. behind him were the ever bickering duo of sam and bucky. 

“mr. rogers, a pleasure to be seeing you here at monza.” will greeted. steve smiled at him, “mr. rogers makes me sound old, i’m only a 104 will. steve will do just fine.”

will laughed, “well, steve, how are you liking monza so far?” 

“it’s been great,” steve began, “the energy here is just unbelievable. i thought the craziest it would get was monaco, but i was wrong.” 

“did you enjoy monaco? it was quite the chaotic race, not for ferrari of course. they had a calm race.”

“oh yes, it was very fun and entertaining. i wasn’t much of a formula 1 guy before all of this, it was after my time the first time around. but when i met tony he used to require no one bother him on race weekends, bianca always joined him, it was like their thing.” 

“are you liking the sport so far? any complaints?” 

“no, none from me personally. i heard the fans get annoyed when one person or one team starts winning it all so i suspect they’ll start complaining after this. as for liking the sport, yes, it’s very entertaining once you understand how everything works.”

“any doubts from the team today?” will asked, hoping to get some information out of him. steve shook his head, “they’re pretty confident they can win today. i know, like most race weekend when max is starting behind charles, they feel a bit of pressure, but they’ve got this. the car’s good, the drivers are confident.” 

“so they’re definitely winning this?” 

“of course,” steve answered, “not a doubt in my mind about it.” 

“very well, it was nice speaking to you steve,” will said, as he departed. 

“bye will,” steve replied. he rapidly turned around, beginning to scold sam and bucky. which the cameras caught, one of the commentators making a joke about it. 

inside the ferrari garage the team stood in a semi circle, sebastian being the last to join them. the closer they got the race, the more the nerves seemed to actually appear. sebastian took a look at his team, “we’ve got this.” 

“we do,” bianca agreed. the shared a quick embrace before parting ways. charles turned to bianca, “another bet?” 

bianca groaned, “no, no more betting.”

“it’s kind of a tradition now,” he joked. 

“fine,” bianca said, “one last bet, what do you want?” 

“if i win this, and we become constructors champions today, you have to tell your dad.”

“what? do you have a death wish?”

“he won’t kill me,” charles replied, “he likes me too much.”

“i’ll think about it,” bianca answered, “now, shut up and listen to what i have to tell you.” 

“yes, madame,” the two laughed, failing to notice a gossiping joaquin and scott. 

“they’re totally dating,” scott told joaquin. joaquin nodded in agreement, “i wonder how long they can keep this up for?” 

“not long,” scott replied, “bianca is not that great of a secret keeper. she’s bound to slip up sooner or later.”

the two of them shut up as sam and bucky approach them, the race 20 minutes away from starting. charles steps away from bianca as the team begins taking the car out of the garage and towards the race track. he exchanges a nod with bianca before joining the rest of the grid for the national anthem. as soon as it was over he went to talk for a moment with carlos before he was being ushered to get into the car.

"radio check," bianca said.

"do you think we can play a song when we win? like the lady gaga one again?" charles questioned. bianca laughed, "we'll see."

the moments before the lights went out were the most nerve wracking moment's of charles life. despite telling everyone he wasn't nervous and tricking himself into believing the nerves were gone for good, he was lying. but he moment those lights were out he was gone. carlos was left behind fighting max for p2 as oscar was shown to sneak around both of them and gain the upperhand. on lap 3 carlos was finally able to get away from max, and his fight with oscar began. it would only be a matter of time before he caught up with oscar but for now oscar was gone.

apparently catching oscar would be easier said than done, but a pit stop error from mclaren gave carlos the advantage that he needed. when he came out of the pits oscar was now fighting max for that final podium position. in the penultimate lap of the race, with charles and carlos ahead of them oscar and max continued to fight u til they achieve a photo finish. unfortunately for the reigning world champion, oscar came out on top for the race.

"it seems fitting that here, in monza, the home of ferrari, where they bleed rosso corsa, that ferrari is crowned the constructor champion of the 2024 season! for the first time since 2008 ferrari is constructor champions! charles leclerc and carlos sainz bring home another 1-2 for the scuderia.”

the camera pans to the the ferrari crew as they erupt into screams and begin jumping for joy. at the pit lane bucky barnes and sam wilson run across the pitlane, grabbing sebastian vettel and hoisting him onto their shoulders, as they parade the man up and down the lane. they stop in front of the red bull garage, both soldiers stop for a brief moment, flipping off the red bull crew who could only laugh, a visibly upset christian horner is shown for a moment. joaquin torres and peter parker are seen grabbing tony stark and throwing the man into the air, all he can do is laugh.

but the real stars, charles and carlos are basking in their win. the two cars came to stop at their rightful places in the parc ferme. charles jumps out of his car first, he jumps on top of it as carlos does the same. the two drivers turn to look at each other before running and enveloping each other in a hug. together they rush at their team, who welcome them with open arms. both of them hug their engineers tightly, before rushing to get weighted. charles is the first to spot oscar, he shakes the other drivers hand as oscar congratulates him.

before he can say anything else, david coulthard is pulling oscar away for his interview. carlos follows after him, with a brief congrats from oscar. charles is last one to go for his interview before all three drivers were being ushered to the cool down room.

charles turns to oscar, “i thought you were behind me?”

oscar shakes his head, “i lost a position after my pit stop. there was some kind of mistake and it was too late to catch up with carlos. i came out right in front of max.”

“i couldn’t catch you,” carlos tells the aussie. oscar smiles a bit, “you were too busy fighting with max.”

the three drivers turn to the screen, checo’s car is seen fighting with a williams, carlos looks confused, “is that logan or alex?”

“logan,” oscar answered, “he was starting p10 this race.”

“he’s doing better, no?” charles asked. oscar nodded, “he was close to a podium a while back in canada.”

“he’ll get it one day,” charles said, rather optimistically. with the way the season had been going, full of surprises, it was only a matter of time before logan got his podium.

“i hope so,” oscar whispered. he knew his american friend and been longing to get that podium in formula 1. it was his way of proving everyone wrong.

will buxton approaches tony, before the podium ceremony, he’s got both arms around harley and bianca. bianca is holding morgan in her arms. the little girl looking at everything in wonder while harley is bicker with peter. tony notices will and smiles at him.

“tony, bianca, harley, any words to the fans?” will asks.

"this win is not just for us," tony begins, "it's for every single tifosi who waited and hoped that one day we would be constructors champions again. but this is also for the other drivers who were let down by ferrari in the past. kimi, felipe, fernando, this is for you! forza ferrari!"

“it’s just,” harley began, “it’s incredible to be able to do this in front of our home crowd, it’s so special. we’re so thankful they had faith in us to be able to do this.”

“holy shit,” bianca softly says, “it was always a dream, to be able to do this, to see ferrari do this. i don’t think there are any words to describe what we as a team feel having won this after so many years.”

the screams are deafening as carlos runs up to the podium. he waves at the crowd, seamingly amplifying the cheers. charles is called up next to the podium and it seems like the cheers grow louder. charles stands on his spot at the podium, as he looks down at the crowd below, where his team is, winking at them, or rather someone. the person on stage is ferrari’s beloved team principal, sebastian vettel. he smiles brightly, at his two drivers, the crowd below chanting his name.

the national anthems begin, causing it to go silent for a moment as the monégasque anthem begins. charles smiles brightly, hearing his anthem play in monza again. the anthem switches to the italian anthem and all hell breaks loose. all around them the crowd sings the anthem, as their team sings along. all three ferrari members turn to look at each other mounting the words of the italian anthem, before looking back at the crowd.

as each of the drivers get handed their trophies, the crowd’s energy shifts.

oscar raises up his trophy to his team, a group of papaya drowned out by a sea of red, but everyone cheers for him regardless. carlos holds up his trophy, as the sounds are amplified. charles receives his next and throws it up in the air, before holding it out to the tifosi and his team. the last one to receive the trophy is seb, he takes and waits a moment before showing it to the crowd. the screams grow louder, if that was even possible.

when the time comes, all three drivers, as if in agreement, turn to drown seb with champagne. the team principal laughs before they all turn to the crowd below. after pictures, seb grabs the trophy, running to the front of the stage, where he holds it out, one last time, and the screams are deafening. it had been a long time coming but ferrari has finally done it, they were finally constructors champions.

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scuderiaferrari 2024 constructor world champions. we fucking did it! to our beloved tifosi, this is for you. your years of patience have paid off, we are so back.

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harleykeener YEAH BABY! THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE A COMEBACK!

username i never thought i'd live to see the day! OH MY GOD!

username oh these guys are going to be so fucking hungover tomorrow

peterparker LET'S FUCKING GO! FORZA FERRARI!

biancastark_potts FUCK EVERYONE WHO THOUGHT WE COULDN'T DO IT!

↳ username oh yeah, these guys are so drunk. where's isaiah when you need him?

charles_leclerc WE DID IT BABY!! LET'S GO!!

isaiah_atkins VICTORY HAS NEVER FELT SO SWEET!

↳ username apparently he's as drunk as them.

arthur_leclerc YEAH! SCREW RED BULL! WE DID IT!

↳ username oh boy, they're all going to regret this tomorrow

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peterparker PARTY ROCKERS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT! (i have no memory of what occurred last night, yes we all partied together.)

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📍peterparker not pictured is yuki and pierre's horrible karaoke, isaiah falling on his ass, yelena punching a guy who flirted with her, riri outdrinking max, logan and oscar taking a nap in the middle of the club, alex and george almost making out, lewis trying to get a dancing kate off a table, charles for some reason, and many others.

↳ pierregasly he disappeared in the middle of the party and came back like an hour later?

↳ charles_leclerc lies and slander!

samwilson is that bianca? making out with someone?

↳ peterparker huh i guess it is.

↳ katebishop that is obviously the boyfriend you idiots.

yelenabelova is that why there's blood on my shirt?

↳ alex_albon you are one scary lady. you knocked him out.

↳ yelenabelova good, you should fear me.

biancastark_potts oh my god, what the hell happened last night?

↳ americachavez apparently too much and too little at the same time.

yukitsunoda you guys should throw more parties if it means free alcohol paid for by tony stark.

↳ tonystark YOU PEOPLE PAID WITH MY CARD?

↳ harleykeener duh? you're a billionaire, you can handle it.

ririwilliams i have never been more proud of myself.

↳ katebishop you built your own iron man suit from scratch?

↳ ririwilliams and? i outdrank max verstappen! that's not something a lot of people say they can do.

↳ maxverstappen1 she's right! be proud of yourself riri!

harryosborn oh, i'm sure you guys had fun.

bianca groaned as she pulled her phone away from her face, charles laying beside her laughed. bianca turned to look at him, "this isn't funny."

"it's hilarious mon amour," charles said through giggles. bianca rolled her eyes, as she sat up, "sure, my dad demanding to know who i'm kissing in peter's post is hilarious."

charles laughed again and as bianca moved to get up charles pulled her back, "you have to tell him."

"i will," bianca promised, "i just have to figure out when."

charles nuzzled his face into her neck, "go back to sleep."

both of their phones buzzed at the same time, a text from harley. bianca grabbed her phone first, sitting up as she read harley's text, charles groaned, "no, come back."

"shit," bianca said as she began running around the room. charles sat up, "what is it?"

"harry told my dad. we have less than five minutes before he shows up."

charles sat up, "why is this bad? i thought you wanted to tell him? are you embarrassed of me?"

bianca stopped, pulling her shirt over head, shaking her head rapidly, "i'm not, i promise. i just, i wanted to tell him when i wanted too, not when someone else decided to tell him. with harry, my dad found out because of norman. i never got an opportunity to do things right."

"okay," charles said, pulling a shirt over his head. bianca kissed his forehead, causing charles to pout, "i think you missed."

bianca laughed, but pressed a quick kiss to his lips, charles seemed ready to protest when both of them froze, a voice coming from the otherside of the door, "LECLERC!"

"oh shit," bianca whispered.

"LECLERC OPEN THIS DOOR! AND YOU! BIANCA MARIA STARK-POTTS BETTER NOT BE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR WITH HIM!" TONY SHOUTED.

"fuck," the couple whispered.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! ooh, a cliffhanger dun, dun, dun! harry's such an ass, can't believe i wrote him to be like that. bianca and charles are so american coded. i stand by what i said.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART SIX)

one — two — three — four — five — 5.5 — six

notes: first photo was taken and sent to me by @/bellaxward on twitter, so creds to her! also, i’m sorry, i feel like this update isn’t the best but i’m running on like 3 hours of sleep and i was writing this bit by bit while super busy!

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y/ndevils00 heyo! welcome back to my postgame boyfriend show! tonight the njdevils played against the spawns of satan (not trevor)! or.. i mean.. the new york rangers.

we start tonight’s recap off with a very cute picture i got of my boyfriend and his best friend (again; not trevor) talking about how much they love me during warmups!

we also have da sun showing me that the tooth fairy came to visit him awhile ago! i bet he got lots of money for his toofer, however i wouldn’t know because he’s stopped letting me steal his wallet.

our first goal of the night was a tip in by mr. haula at ya! followed up in the same period by a goal from timo time! notice how he made the post this time? that’s because unlike most of these idiots (i’m looking at you, marino 👀), timo takes me seriously!

however, immediately after timo’s goal, haulaback girl was placed in the sin bin for tripping. i was very disappointed and he got a very strict talking to during first intermission and assured me he wouldn’t get another penalty. he lied.

he got a penalty in second period for the exact same reason that he did in the first. i cannot promise i was as nice to him in the second intermission.

we got a few scrums in this game, but my personal favorite one was in third period and ended much too quickly for my liking. BOO, REFS!

and finally, we have some pictures of my gorgeous, talented, sometimes annoying babygirl… my boyfriend!

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dawson1417 y/n, i never LET you steal my wallet. you would take it from my pocket and count my money and then give it back, like a thief that’s really bad at their job

y/ndevils00 i’m just a very curious person! i like to know everyone’s business, all the time. and you never told me to stop 🤷‍♀️

jackhughes if i remember correctly, dawson and i were actually discussing our plans for the off-season

y/ndevils00 you remember incorrectly

jackhughes did you just call me babygirl

y/ndevils00 you’re so babygirl

jackhughes thank you?

john.marino97 why does everyone else get normal penalty reactions but me?

user52 wait, did y/n ACTUALLY just talk to Haula?!

john.marino97 @/user52 yes!

user52 OH MY GOD JOHN ILY

y/ndevils00 because you’re my bff and i only want the best for you

john.marino97 every day i rethink why i decided to become one of your best friends

y/ndevils00 you love me

trevorzegras did you seriously just specify that you weren’t talking about me when you said spawn of satan?

y/ndevils00 i didn’t want anyone to get confused!

trevorzegras i don’t like you

y/ndevils00 wait really???

trevorzegras wait no y/n i’m sorry. i was just joking

y/ndevils00 📸 caught in 4k

trevorzegras i hope both sides of your pillow are hot tonight

tmeier96 i made the post!!

y/ndevils00 you did a good job with my demands 🫡 i love my blankie

ehaula second intermission… you’re scary

y/ndevils00 remember that.

ryangraves27 why did you have to do me like this?

y/ndevils00 idk what you mean 🤭

user6 y/n is a menace and i’m here for it

lhughes_06 do i get to be in these posts when i join?

y/ndevils00 moosey, you’ll replace jack as the star of the show

jackhughes now hold on! let’s not get ahead of ourselves here!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i said what i said.

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes can we keep her?

jackhughes i intend to

nicohischier no feature for me tonight? i feel betrayed

y/ndevils00 i only have 9 picture slots bud, idk what to tell ya 🤷‍♀️

y/ndevils00 make a goal next time or something

nicohischier i’m gonna steal your cat

y/ndevils00 you wouldn’t!

nicohischier i probably wouldn’t even need to steal her. i bet jack would just give her to me.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes TELL HIM HE’S WRONG!

jackhughes …. no comment

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re sleeping on the couch

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that only hurts you babe. every time you say that, you end up dragging me in to the bed at like 2am because you can’t fall asleep without me

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you can’t cook broccoli.

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 yes i can! i can now!

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[ynscrazylife]

Feel free to ignore, this is a long one boss.

Marvel gang seeing yn gain powers almost instantly, and watching yn struggle with how to control the new powers. Watching yn, the first couple minutes, days and weeks trying not to kill any team members when they can barely control thier new found abilities.

Im imagining yn super weak at first, they fainted when they first acquired the powers. They cant walk, they can almost stand and they haven't eaten anything since it happened. Yn is scared they are going to die or kill off someone they love and all of the team members are trying to keep yn calm, safe and in control of thier body. Im imagining techies trying to find a way to dampen the powers so that yn can walk around again and everyone fighting to cuddle with the youngest member of the team.

When Sparks Fly

Summary: When you wind up with powers in the aftermath of a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission, the Avengers are determined to help you through it.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Romantic), Avengers x Stark!Reader (Platonic)

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“I swear, this is almost as bad as the day I started at S.H.I.E.L.D.,” you whined, folding your arms in slight annoyance as your step-mother Pepper Potts held up her camera again. Your father, Tony Stark, was standing beside her, grinning as he proudly looked over the photos Pepper took.

“This is the first time you’re going on a mission! This warrants a couple pictures, Y/N,” Pepper retorted, before taking another picture.

“A couple? This has been, like, 100,” you sass, unable to help it. You got it from Tony, after-all.

“I’m glad you’re keeping count,” Tony sassed right back, smirking at your eye-roll that followed.

“Wait!” Peter burst in, having just finished patrol. In his haste, he still wore his Spider-Man suit, but had torn off his mask. He skidded to a halt beside you, putting a sweaty arm around your shoulders.

You softened at your boyfriend’s excitement, your frown lifting into a smile as Pepper snapped a photo of you and Peter. When it was taken, he turned to you. “You’re gonna rock this mission, babe,” he said, kissing you on the forehead.

“I appreciate your confidence, Pete,” you said, grinning lovingly.

“Oh!” Pepper exclaimed, gasping at she glanced at the clock. “Go, go, go! You’re going to be late.”

Following her gaze, you muttered a “shit!” as you scrambled to grab your bag.

“Language,” Steve scolded, wearing a smirk as he walked in with the rest of the Avengers. They had just returned from a mission and there was no way that they weren’t going to see you off today.

“Hi, thanks, bye!” You said rather quickly, throwing your bag over your shoulder before giving Pete a peck on the lips and running off.

“Good luck!” Pepper called to your retreating form.

“Kick ass!” Tony added, pumping his fist into the air.

“Don’t die!” Peter said, right before the door slammed shut. Everyone turned to the young adult, who shrugged. “What? It would really suck.”

Honestly — he wasn’t wrong.

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Since it was your first mission at the academy, it wasn’t meant to be difficult. Key word: meant.

Little did you know, while chasing an ex-A.I.M. agent who had set up his own research and experimentation lab, you followed him into one of his so-called testing rooms — which was a trap. You only realized this when he stopped running and grabbed a gas mask, pulling it on swiftly.

Spotting a gas quickly fill in from the vents, you whispered another “shit!” and turned around, quickly going to the door.

The intel S.H.I.E.L.D. had gotten said that the lab was devoid of any experimental substances. Wrong.

Unfortunately for you — Steve wasn’t here to scold you and the door had locked. You banged on it, frustrated, and turned back around only to see the ex-agent smirking at you.

“I didn’t expect to gain a new testing subject today, but you’ll do quite nicely,” he said.

A quick glance around told you that there were no gas masks left. Nothing to protect yourself. You couldn’t even cover your mouth with anything because your suit wasn’t made to stretch.

Knowing you didn’t have much time, you pressed down on your comms and said: “A gas is quickly filling up the room. I don’t know what it is. The guy’s going to try to escape, so be prepared to—” Your words died on your lips as you started to inhale the gas, overcome with wooziness.

You struggled to continue speaking, only making frustrated noises, and your vision blurred as the guy walked towards you. You didn’t know that he was holding a needle until it pricked your neck. Not long after, you felt your limbs grow heavy and you fell, smacking hard against the ground.

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When the members of the team heard your distress call over the comms, they quickly tracked your location and ran to meet you. Thankfully, they managed to stop him from escaping and taking you with him. But when they got back to the Quinjet, they knew that they had to alert the Avengers, which no-one wanted to do.

When Tony saw Coulson on his caller I.D, he assumed the man was calling him to boast about how well Y/N had done on the mission. Putting the phone to his ear, he was startled when he heard the disappointed words: “I’m so sorry.”

The billionaire stilled, his face instantly paling and altering Pepper and the Avengers that something was wrong. “What happened? Is Y/N okay?” He practically cried, gripping the phone tightly.

“Agent Stark inhaled an unknown gas during the mission. From what we know about it, the gas — and the needle Stark was pricked with — was a part of some experiment that the guy we were tracking down was conducting illegally. We don’t know too much about the experiment yet, but we know that it’s intention is to enhance its subjects somehow. We’re interrogating the guy right now,” Coulson explained, as calmly as he could.

Tony squeezed his eyes shut as he let the news pass over him, doing his best to prevent his voice from shaking. “Can I talk to Y/N?” He asked.

Coulson paused. “I’m afraid not . . . Y/N is unconscious. Has been ever since the incident. The team is en route to S.H.I.E.L.D’s medical wing now, though,” he said.

“I want Y/N transferred to the compound. We’ll have Dr. Cho — she’s the best,” Tony declared firmly.

Another slight pause, and then: “Of course, Tony.” With that, Coulson hung up, leaving Tony to reveal the news to his worried family.

It was safe to say that no one took it well, but Pepper and Peter especially were a wreck. Bruce took the initiative of informing Dr. Cho while the rest anxiously awaited your arrival. They tried to comfort each other the best they could, but with so little information on your condition, there was nothing much that they could say or believe.

When the elevator dinged and two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents rolled you out on a gurney, everyone cling to your side. Peter was especially shaken when he saw you unconscious. The agents didn’t let anyone come with, saying it was imperative that they get you to Dr. Cho now.

Although difficult, your family allowed you to be rolled away alone. For the next half-hour, everyone waited for any news. The majority of the group was seated on the couch, but it seemed that everyone paced around at least once. Tony demanded updates from F.R.I.D.A.Y., only to hear that you were “stable” which wasn’t enough to calm anyone’s nerves or satisfy anyone.

When Bruce finally emerged, the group nearly pounded on him. They were barely able to keep quiet enough for him to actually say anything.

“They don’t think it’s life-threatening, but it’s not good, either,” was what Bruce first said, pausing as he gauged their reactions before continuing. Once he deemed that no-one was going to have some sort of outburst, he continued. “The gas Y/N inhaled is . . . Changing them. From what Dr. Cho can tell and the information they got out of the A.I.M. guy, the gas and the needle modifies one’s DNA to give them enhancements . . . Superpowers, of some sort. The A.I.M. guy let it slip that this will be a slow and painful process for Y/N, though. It was meant to beat down the guy’s test subjects so that by the time their powers were developed and controlled, it would be easier for him to manipulate them into doing what he wanted. It seemed he hadn’t planned on doing this to Y/N, but took the opportunity when he realized he might be able them use it against us.”

This was a lot for everyone to take in. They all held some combination of immense concern and anger. The very thought you suffering was an enraging image, and they wanted nothing more than to be able to take away the pain.

“Is-is there anyway to stop the process before the powers develop?” Pepper asked, trembling slightly. Tony wrapped an arm around her.

Bruce frowned. “Dr. Cho is looking into it. Coulson said when they asked the guy that, he claimed it would just make things worse,” he said.

No-one liked the sound of that.

“Can we see Y/N?” Tony asked next.

Bruce nodded and led the group to the medical bay, where you were lying in a bed. A ton of wires were hooked up to you and a bandage was on your head from where you hit it when falling.

Tony, Pepper, and Peter immediately went to your side and the rest of the Avengers followed. No-one said much, just using the time and the silence to digest this change. Peter and Tony both held each of your hands and Pepper pet your hair. Not long passed before Rhodey and Happy, having received the news, quickly joined.

No-one moved, or wanted to move, until Dr. Cho came in. “Unfortunately, we don’t see a way to reverse the process. We’ll just have to let it play out and help and comfort Y/N the best we can,” she explained, knowing everyone wanted to hear it. “Y/N should wake up on their own. They’re not under any sedation or anything.”

Everyone nodded and turned their attention back to you. A couple hours passed and the only movement that occurred was when someone went to go on coffee and food runs, or they got any update from S.H.I.E.L.D. However, Peter broke the silence when he suddenly jerked back. “Ow!” He said, waving his hand. Meeting the other’s confused looks, he said: “Y/N shocked me.”

“That bad?” Sam asked, a little doubtful.

Peter nodded and glanced back to you, his eyes widening. “Woah, look,” he said. Everyone inched closer, only to see electricity sparking at your fingertips. Although reluctant, Tony and Pepper had to move away at risk of getting shocked.

Seeing the commotion, Dr. Cho shuffled over and began checking your vitals and monitors. “What’s going on? Does Y/N have electricity powers or something?” Bucky asked.

Although his second question hadn’t been serious, Dr. Cho turned around and said: “It seems like it.”

This shocked everyone, but when your eyes began to open, they seemed to snap back to normal. Already in a state of daze and confusion, you got nervous seeing the crowd. “What-what’s going on?” You mumbled, pulling at the wires, only for electrical sparks to fly and interfere with the wires, making you curl up in pain.

“Unhook the monitors!” Natasha cried, while Tony did his best to soothe you.

“You’re home, honey. The gas you inhaled is changing you and giving you, what looks like, electricity powers. But it’s all going to be okay, I promise,” he tried to explain.

This, combined with seeing the worried, confused, and nervous looks on your family’s faces, only freaked you out more. Electrical sparks flew out now, and the Avengers had to dodge being hit. You let out a small scream, trembling, and trying yet failing to control it.

“Get away from me! I’ll hurt you!” You yelled, panicked, hugging yourself and attempting to get as far back on the bed as you could manage.

“No, you won’t. You just need to take some deep breaths, Y/N,” Peter tried to comfort.

But that didn’t seem like it was possible. Any attempt to slow your breaths only made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. You were desperate to regain your regular breathing, and it came out in short gasps. Not only was electrical sparks going everywhere, but it was hurting you, and you were feeling dizzy. “I can’t. It hurts!” You said, trembling, and the next thing you knew — your eyes rolled back into your head and you fainted.

Everyone was relieved as the electrical sparks disappeared, but not happy that you were unconscious again. Tony reached forward and moved some hair out of your face, sighing.

“We need Y/N to calm down. I think we should bring them to their room and reduce who sees them at first — maybe only Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts, me, and Ms. Maximoff. She can help with Y/N’s powers,” Peter said, looking at the Avengers.

While the group all wanted to be with you, they understood that it was overwhelming. With a look at Dr. Cho, who said it would be okay as long as she could check on you, Tony said: “Good idea, kid.” He took it upon himself to gently lift you from your bed and carry you to your room, everyone following behind.

When they got to your room, Tony laid you down on your bed and Pepper tucked you in. Everyone sat around, trying to make the room as comfortable and calming as possible, until you started to stir. They all filed out, leaving behind your parents, Peter, and Wanda.

When you began to wake, the sparks began to fly, but Wanda quickly jumped in. “Hey, Y/N,” she said, smiling at you. You and Wanda were really close. She was like an older sister. “You’re in your room, with just me, your mom and dad, and Peter. We noticed that the electricity only seems to get uncomfortable when you’re upset, so we’re gonna try and help you. I know that this is all really sudden and scary and not what you expected or wanted. But, if anyone can tackle it, it’s you. Think you can take some deep breaths for me?”

You did your best to listen to Wanda’s words, although her powers - which was intent on relaxing you - certainly helped. Realizing you were in your bed and had the people you loved most around you, unwilling to leave and wanting to help, allowed you to feel less scared and take those deep breaths. It took a couple minutes, and Peter holding your hand, but the sparks began to lessen and lessen.

“I’m scared,” you whispered after a moment, tears in your eyes. You found yourself able to express some sadness without the sparks causing chaos, but it was draining your energy and causing pain.

“I know,” Wanda said, cupping your cheek comfortingly. “But you’ve got a whole team right behind you. We love you so, so much.”

“Yeah, we do,” Peter agreed, and your mom and dad nodded, causing you to smile. You squeezed your boyfriend’s hand. He squeezed back.

For the rest of the day, the Avengers visited you in pairs or trios, not wanting to overwhelm you with everyone again. You were disappointed about how your S.H.I.E.L.D. mission had gone, but having your dedicated family at your side helped. The sparks were no longer soaring, but when Coulson had said it would be a painful process, he was by no means exaggerating.

You hadn’t said anything, not wanting to worry anyone anymore, but it became apparent the next day. Everyone was now in the room and, after some slight stress (which Wanda and Peter helped with), the sparks calmed down. You were sick of lying in bed all day and wanted to stand up and walk around, but that proved to not go well.

The second you had risen to your feet — you were tumbling back down. Your knees hit the floor, and Peter barely managed to wrap his arms around you and prevent your head from hitting it, too. He gently pulled you against him as your head lolled against his chest, a wave of dizziness appearing.

“Are you alright?” Tony asked, him and Pepper kneeling down in front of you and Peter. The rest were close by, in case you needed anything.

The sparks came back, but this time just seemed to appear all over your body. You were concentrating hard to prevent them from escaping, and this in turn only exhausted and hurt you more. “Y-yeah,” you answered through grit teeth, but your whimper of pain betrayed you.

“I’ll get Dr. Cho,” Bruce offered, making a move for the door handle.

“No,” you forced out, although your voice was hardly strong. Enough to make Bruce pause, though. “It’s not — it’s my powers. It’s taking everything in me not to let this electricity out, and on top of that I think this whole process is taking a toll on me, like Coulson said it would.”

No-one liked hearing this. The group exchanged looks over your head, worried, and then Tony nodded at Peter, gesturing to your bed. Since your eyes were closed, Peter said, “I’m going to pick you up and put you back in bed, okay?”

When you nodded, Peter gently picked you up and laid down in bed. Your grip never left him, though, so he slid in beside you, in a cuddle. Peter and Pepper both fixed the blankets while you leaned your head against his shoulder.

Pepper and Tony sat beside you and the rest of the Avengers crowded around. Blinking your eyes open tiredly, you managed a small smile, your heart warming with your family surrounding you. Trying to get as comfortable as possible with the pain, you squirmed around and huffed lightly.

“Still hurts?” Natasha murmured, with the others watching over you in concern.

Your answer was an affirming hum, face tightly scrunched up in concentration. “I’m really trying to contain it,” you whispered, which broke everyone’s hearts. You looked exhausted and worn-out, but were still trying so hard.

Steve glanced over at everyone, frowning. “We can leave if you need to let it out,” he offered gently.

You shook your head. “No. I need to learn how to control it,” you insisted.

This had everyone more worried. “You don’t have to learn right now, hun,” Wanda said.

“I do. I can’t hurt anyone again,” you said, and then leaned forward, gasping, as a wave of pain from the electricity racked your body.

You were Tony Stark’s kid — stubbornness was in your DNA.

Peter bit his lip and rubbed your back, wanting to do anything he could to provide you with comfort. Pepper pet your hair until you leaned back, practically collapsing against your boyfriend. “Maybe a story will help distract—” Sam began, but you quickly cut him off.

“No! I can’t be distracted! I need to concentrate unless you want me to fry you!” You snapped, glaring at Sam. Everyone was surprised by your sudden outburst, but your frustration quickly dissolved into guilt and tears escaped your eyes. “I’m-I’m sorry Sam. I just can’t relax. All I can do is think about keeping the electricity in.”

You pulled your knees to your chest and Peter’s arms wrapped around you from behind. Eyes widening, Sam was quick to say: “Hey, hey, it’s alright, kid. No hard feelings.” He smiled.

“I can put you to sleep for a bit, if you’d like,” Wanda offered, also smiling.

You thought about this for a moment and then nodded. Wanda put her index fingers on her temples and, after a moment, your body relaxed and went limp. Peter gently pulled you so you were laying back against the pillow and everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. They all just watched you for a moment, glad that you were finally no longer in pain — even if only temporary.

After a couple minutes, Bruce piped up. “There has to be something we can do, Tony.”

Tony glanced over at the scientist and nodded, the wheels already turning in his head. “Can we build something that can absorb the electricity? A bracelet with an insulator like rubber or plastic that could be strong enough for Y/N to be able to let loose some of that electricity?” He pondered.

Bruce nodded, liking where the billionaire was going with this idea. “Let’s see,” he said, and then headed out the door, to their lab.

Tony was more hesitant leave Y/N, but Pepper and the others assured him that they’d be there. Smiling at his wife and then at sleeping Y/N, Tony allowed himself to trust that and followed Bruce.

You slept for most of the day with your family by your side. They only left if it was absolutely necessary. When you woke up still in pain, the Avengers took shifts. If it were up to them, they’d all be with you all the time. Unfortunately, duty called to the team and to Pepper. At any moment, though, at least one of them was always with you. Rubbing your back, keeping you updated with what was going on in the tower and with S.H.I.E.L.D, anything they could do or say that would provide even the littlest bit of comfort.

Two days later, when Fury wanted the Avengers to go out on a mission, they all ended up arguing with him and insisting that they needed to stay with you. Their love for you seemed to out-power the Director’s might. It took a lot of convincing, but Fury eventually backed down after talking to his best spies Clint and Natasha and when he saw you himself.

Later that afternoon, Bruce and Tony finally perfected the bracelets. They delivered it to you proudly, all the Avengers by their side. You gladly wore them and it helped lessen the pain some — although it did not go away entirely. Tony was adamant on going back to the lab and working on it himself, but you were able to put your father at ease. You know the pain would continue as long as your powers were still developing. Soon, your body would get used to it and you’d be in control.

Tony (and everyone else) still worried, of course, but they knew you were right. Sure enough, by the end of the week, you were up and walking around again. Your body had stopped fighting the new development and, after practicing and working with Wanda, you were able to control it with little difficulty. You surprised the group when they were in the living room, coming down the staircase with a large grin on your face.

“So . . . Does this mean I can become an Avenger now, too?” You asked.

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[keline11]

This day just doesn't end.

(Another long post this one is funny)

Time to sleep. pt. 1

MIssa: “Ok son, I’ll tell you the story of…*sees the potato in the wall* did they already tell you the story of the potatoes?... yes, right? they already did, ok… I’ll tell you the story of an ogre, this was an ogre that lived in a swamp *Laughs* oh! wait son, you can’t go to bed without dinner, you have to eat, and eat good, wait…”

Missa: “I have to prepare you a spectacular dinner, how did I forget that!...*looking at how to craft the food* interesting... milk, Where do I get milk? water, Where do I get water? bottle! Where do I get a bottle? bucket!! Where do I get a bucket??”

Missa: *gives him food* “Chayanne I have for you a delicious dessert to sleep well with a full belly”

They start to run to get hungry

Missa: ”That’s it, that’s it, let’s run to get tired, *chayanne jumps from a tree* that works too... I can’t get tired ether” 

Quackity appeared to talk

Quackity: “I heard that your kid is accusing my child of stealing his bike”

Missa: “what are you saying? what bike?”

Chay: “I never say that”

Missa: “see he is telling you that”

Quackity: “really?"

Missa: “First of all, listen to me…” *pushes him off the wall*

Missa tries to do a water drop but failed so they are both down

Missa: “Look what you did quackity!”

Quackity: “You did it! tell chayanne to come help us!”

Missa: ”I came to help you and you didn’t catch me!”

Quackity: “Say you are sorry”

Missa: ”Quackity, you have to keep something in mind, you have a chainsaw... but I have chayanne”

Quackity explodes

Missa: "Chayanne is the protector of good and bad people"

Quackity in a sign: Take good care of you child

Missa: "I'll do it, dummy"

Missa: “Good job son, good job”

Chay: “I defend good people”

Missa: “that’s right”

...

MIssa: "He is going to take us out of the series"

Time to sleep. pt. 2

Quackity send him some "good night" messages (the second image is a picture of the singer Chayanne)

Missa: "Ok let's tell you a story"

After a long story that ends with a duck exploding.

Missa: ”Oh my god I have to make you food! I have 4 more foods to make for the mission wait"

Missa: “Corn! WA-A-A-A-A-A!!!”

He keept giving him food and running back to make another food.

Missa: ”Son, I also prepared this with lots of love, only for you, I hope you like it”

Chayanne: “To grow strong, thank you pa”

Time to sleep. pt. 3 final

Another long story of a kid that wanted to make good content for youtube. (pipipipipi <tres)

Missa: "Good night Chayanne, sweet dreams."

Missa: "That is my egg"

End (8

(I MISS THEM SO MUCH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE)

#qsmp #qsmp chayanne #chayanne #qsmp missa #missa #i miss them #i miss missa

[indouloureux]

how are u love? I dont know if you saw the pictures and videos of joseph and jamie in brazil (I just saw them and I'm SCREAMING) but could you write something based on that? like joseph x costar!reader?

ps: you're amazing and I LOVE that you write for Joseph sm and you do it SO WELL

HI IM GOOD YES i saw their pics from brazil and i went absolutely feral!!! tysm for reading my works ily !! 🫶 hope you enjoy this

side note: a couple of you guys sent in requests and im sorry if im unable to post it sooner. i promise i will get to them and i absolutely love your ideas!!! i also sincerely apologize if the fonts are small im writing the blurbs on my phone and ive yet to figure out how to put "read more".

brazil is really pretty, and so is the smile on his face.

his white dress shirt hangs perfectly around his frame, but his grey blazer is missing and is instead draped over your shoulders, an offer he'd done out of worry.

even so, joseph's got an arm around your waist, holding a drink in his hand that he so carelessly waves around as he talks to people though not spilling it on anyone else. his laugh is bright and a bit drunk, but it's still contagious nonetheless.

"hey," he murmurs in your ear. "i bet you twenty dollars i get at least more than fifteen questions about what my vecna song is, deal?"

you snort, gyrating your wrist to swirl your drink. "why? did the question reach brazil?"

"i can't tell you how many times i've said the words up and down by venga boys. it's a lot more than the amount of wrong theories i saw about volume two."

joseph beams at your smile, and as much as he wants to place a kiss on your temple, he's too shy to do so in a public place. "alright. and if it's not more than fifteen, i get the twenty dollars?"

"twenty dollars and a kiss," he offers. "only because i haven't kissed you since this morning and i've been taking it out on this glass."

"eugh," you turn away from him. "gross,"

"it's true," joseph removes his arm from around your waist, only to step in front of you so you'd look at him. "when you were at the toilet i've been mouthing my drink."

"jesus, joseph."

"and mary," he smiles at you, comes back to his original position where he slots himself at your side with a hand around your back in a kind possessive manner. "no one has actually asked you what your vecna song is, though,"

"i'd rather not answer than when yours sounds like a kids bop music at a child's birthday party," you playfully clink your glass with his. joseph wrinkles his nose and opens his mouth in a silent gasp, feigning offense at your joke.

"my, how rude! i've never judged you for listening to doja cat for a whole week when she tweeted about me," joseph squints his eyes at you.

"it's my way of coping. a hot girl flirts with my boyfriend and then what?" you shake your head at him. joseph smiles, and he's really fighting the urge not to kiss you. "plus her music's good. you should try listening to it instead of dancing to venga boys every morning."

"never disrespect up and down like that," he scoffs. his hand reaches out to play with the sleeves of the blazer around your shoulder, and you find yourself tracing the curve of his chain.

"yeah yeah, whatever."

"oh, here comes another one," finally, he steals a quick peck on your temple, hand sinking deeper into your waist. "prepare to lose twenty dollars, darling."

would very much appreciate feedback and reblogs!! <3

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[sl-ut]

months apart

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!targaryen!reader 

description: aemond was less than happy when y/n was married off. now that he has her back, he’s decided that he’s never going to lose her again. (reader is the daughter of an unnamed oc–the younger daughter of viserys and aemma).

warnings: nsfw (no smut), swearing, mentions of death, incest (its hotd what do you expect)

words: 2.2K

date posted: 13/11/22

valyrian translations at the bottom

The sky was painted red, like the stone beneath his feet. 

A coincidence? Most definitely, though it certainly felt symbolic when he thought of the red that had tinted the snow just outside of Winterfell eight days prior, and he found himself wondering whether or not the same sky hung above her own head thousands of miles north. He could only picture her, a young widow in all black beneath the bloody heavens; The vision of a true Targaryen. He longed to lay his eye on her once more–the months had passed slowly without her by his side, and now she would return to him as if she had never left.

He’d smiled when he received her letter, and laughed as he read it. The wedding had been painful for him, watching her take a husband in his own home, watching him take her to their marital bed and mount her gently, as one might with a maiden (though she was no maiden, which he took great pride in). He beat a man half to death that night, only stopped by Ser Criston, and he silently wept the evening after he had watched her disappear into her wheelhouse and over the horizon. Then, her letter reached him in the months following, and he laughed at the news that her husband had not only been killed, but had been butchered on his route back from the nearby brothel. He hadn’t been worthy of her, and he never would be.

She spoke fondly of him in her letters, assuring Aemond that he was kind to her and never seemed to grow angry with her. She told him that he was a good man, though not as good of a husband as she might have dreamed of, as he spent many nights in the brothels, and when he did come to her bed, he was usually so intoxicated that he could not perform his husbandly duties. She also assured him of her regular consumption of moon tea, writing in fine penmanship that, I would bear no man’s child but yours, my Aemond, to which his breeches tightened as he rushed to find some ink and parchment to write out a passionate response.

“Aemond,” His mother spoke firmly to grasp his attention, “Have you been listening?”

He turned to glance over his shoulder at her, though he did not pretend to care, “Yes, mother.”

She sighed, clearly understanding the fact that he certainly hadn’t been, but continued on anyways, “In three months time, Princess Y/n will finish her mourning period in Winterfell and will take her leave. Princess Rhaenyra has insisted that her niece spend time with her in Dragonstone before returning to the capitol, which the King has insisted upon.”

“Why must she?” He demanded, turning entirely to face her, his silver locks sliding over his shoulder majestically, “Our sister is welcome to visit if she so please, but there should be no need to extend the princess’s journey from one dreadful place to another.”

Otto Hightower scowled as he watched his grandson’s clear displeasure, “There is little need to do so. In light of the king’s current condition, it would be in the best interest of the realm to prevent any unnecessary conflict in his presence. Princess Y/n will spend four months in Dragonstone with her aunt before she returns to King’s Landing.”

Aemond scoffed, rolling his shoulders as he stood straighter and stared menacingly down at his grandfather for a moment before pushing through the doorway and rushing off to his own rooms. 

Of course Rhaenyra would steal her away. She was possessive of their niece, being the only child of her twin sister, who tragically passed of the sweat three months after giving birth. She coddled her, promising that she would always be welcome at court when she became queen–yet another thing that Aemond felt he was being robbed of. Rhaenyra made it clear to everyone that she was unhappy with the close nature of the relationship between her niece and brother, and was very pleased to see her married into a powerful ancient house to a kind man, despite the fact that she would be so far away. If Rhaenyra had it her way, Y/n would arrive on Dragonstone and never leave, perhaps even marry her off to either Jacaerys or Lucerys if it meant that she was kept out of Aemond’s reach. He would die before either of those bastards lay a finger on her precious flesh. 

He received a letter from her upon her arrival in Dragonstone, smiling as he broke the seal and read her detailed account of the journey. He grinned when he read her words, I count the days until we meet again, my love, and he found his fingers hurriedly unlacing his breeches as he read over and over again, and I count the seconds until I am returned to my rightful place in your bed. 

Four months passed even slower than those before it, and Aemond awaited anxiously each day to see any sign of his beloved over the horizon. His mother scolded him for doing such, insisting that he could spend his days doing something more useful to both himself and the realm, while Aegon teased him endlessly for being so caught up in her skirts. The days when it rained or was simply too foggy, he spent in the training yard or riding Vhagar, though there were very few moments when his mind slipped from her oncoming arrival. 

And then, as he forcefully struck down yet another stable boy, pridefully unarming and throwing him to the hard earth of the training yard, horns blared. His ears perked at the sound, his blunted blade dropping from his grasp as he made haste back to the Red Keep, where he would make himself clean for her–how could he face his love in such a state of filth?

When he was cleaned, dressed in a soft velvet doublet, and scented with a spiced cologne that he was sure she would like, he found himself anxiously pacing the length of the front gate. His family soon joined him, as well as most of the more important courtiers as the gates opened, allowing a short parade to enter before a large wheelhouse rolled in. 

Aemond wanted to shout in displeasure as handmaidens began to file out of the carriage, wishing them to simply hurry up so that he might be graced with the pleasure of her appearance for the first time in just over a year. He wanted to beat away the guards who aided them, to push through the crowd and find her himself, to damn each of the worthless souls who were unfit to be in her presence, to–there.

His chest tightened as he found her amongst the crowd. Her hair was braided away from her face in a style he’d never seen her wear before, and she continued to wear black silk in mourning for her late husband, which he frowned at. Her eyes locked on him, flesh darkening as a blush took over her. 

“Granddaughter!” the king announced, feebly stumbling forward to greet her. She caught him in her arms, though she allowed him to present himself to be the one holding her up, not the other way around, “I was so very sorry to hear of the death of your husband. You would have made a wonderful Lady of Winterfell, but alas, my heart sings with joy to have you returned home.” He lifted his gloved hand to her cheek, “You mirror your mother more than ever before.”

Alicent stepped forward, a hand grasping her husband’s arm gently, “Princess, I hope your travels were well.”

Y/n smiled tightly. She had always been courteous with her step-grandmother, though she had been influenced by her aunt’s displeasure with her, especially after the conflict at Driftmark that had resulted in the loss of Aemond’s eye. 

“Yes, Your Grace,” She spoke clearly, “Winterfell was quite beautiful, but I’m afraid I am not quite built for the cold. The journey only allowed me to get used to the warmth once more.”

“Nonsense, my dear,” Viserys chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her forehead joyously, “A dragon need not readjust, fire is in your blood.”

“Come,” Alicent extended her arm to her husband, “The king must rest, and you must be dreadfully tired from your journey. Ser Criston will take you to your chambers.”

“Of course, Your Grace,” Y/n curtsied, her eyes glancing over across the bored expression of Aegon, the dazed stare of Helaena, and finally the longing stare of Aemond. She could not continue down the line to little Daeron, as the singular violet eye narrowed at her, a nonverbal signal for her to go with Ser Criston. She nodded at him slowly before turning towards the knight and allowing her ladies to tug her along into the palace. 

Aemond dined early that evening. He waited impatiently in his chambers for the sun to go down. His fingers itched to rush to her chambers, to kiss and touch her, to love her and give her the children that he knows that she has long awaited. He longed for her time of mourning to come to an end–though he would argue that her husband was hardly worth mourning–and to take her as a wife. Finally, he could not wait any longer, and found himself sliding through the hidden passage from his rooms to hers, discreetly pressing himself into the wall behind a narrow tapestry.

Her ladies were buzzing about the room, putting her things away and preparing her for bed. Aemond narrowed his eye in the darkness, allowing it time to adjust before he began to search the room for his beloved, who he easily spotted near the fire, hair damp from the bath and dressed only in a robe made of fine green silk. He admired the slope of her neck, the shape of her lips, and the curve of her nose. He missed being granted the opportunity of gazing upon her beauty, and if he had it his way, he would never lose that pleasure again. 

She glanced at her ladies, smiling gratefully at them as one offered her a goblet of wine and tentatively taking a sip, “I wish to go to bed now, you all may go.”

He watched as they filed out of the room, staying in his place in the shadows as the door closed shut and eyeing her as she downed the rest of her wine. 

“You may come out now.”

He smirked as he finally crept out of the shadows, eagerly pouncing on the chance to view her in plain sight, “Green suits you, niece. Much more than black.”

She chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at him, “I am in mourning, uncle. Or have you forgotten that I have become a widow?”

“Forgotten?” He scoffed, pouring himself a cup of wine and carrying the pitcher over to refill her cup, “I have celebrated every day since.”

She hummed in response, “You should not speak ill of the dead. He was kind to me, a good man. He was–”

“He was a cunt,” Aemond knelt before her, “Unworthy of you.”

“And who is worthy?”

“No one,” He murmured, “Not even myself, and yet the gods bless me with your affections.”

The prince slid his hand up her calf, fingers caressing her flesh gently as she set her cup aside, taking his hand within her own. Heat sparked beneath her touch, leading him to glance back up at her. Her gaze was warm, longing for him in a manner he had never experienced.

“Funny, isn’t it?” She glanced down to her lap, “It has been just more than a year since we’ve last sat in the same room, and yet it feels like a lifetime. How we’ve changed in these months.”

“Se yet nyke zālagon syt jeme keskydoso,” He kissed her knee, setting his own cup aside to stand before her, using his grip on her to help her do so as well, “This year has been painful for me.”

“To me, as well,” She grinned, “Eman missed ao.”

She pushed up on her toes to nudge his nose with her own, coyly pulley back as he leaned closer and growled at her. 

“Do not tease me, my love,” He whispered to her, “I wish nothing more than to take you to bed and fuck you until morning. Do be warned, I will not be so eager to allow you rest, I have waited a year for you.”

She exhaled, lips brushing his, “I would be otherwise disappointed.”

He grinned, eye closing as their foreheads rested against one another. Finally, after months of longingly waiting for her letters, restraining himself from flying north and stealing her away, and relying on the pleasure of his own hand, he could have her. And he was sure that this time, he would not let her leave. She would be his bride.

For the first time after months apart, their lips came into contact, pushing together furiously as her robe slipped off of her shoulders, and his hands eagerly led her to the bed, sure to make good of his words.

translations: 

se yet nyke zālagon syt jeme keskydoso – and yet i burn for you all the same

eman missed ao – i have missed you

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon spoilers #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Okay so more for my Hazbin Hotel co-parenting au

I was just thinking about other people's reaction to this weird thing they've got going on so here is all of Hells reactions

The first one seen with the baby is Alastor (he's on his way to show Rosie that he's acquired a baby) Everyone freaks out about it because "Did the radio demon have a child?" "Did he steal that baby?" "He's on his way to cannibal town HOLY SHIT HE'S GOING TO EAT A BABY"

So as we all know hell loves to gossip so that's what they do. A ton of theories go around but when they don't see him with the baby again they decide it probably met a terrible fate. So they drop it UNTIL...

Angel is seen with the baby next. They're just out buying baby clothes but people are like "huh? When did famous porn star Angel Dust have a baby?" People start taking pictures and posting them on the Internet and the people that saw Alastor and the baby in person are like OH SHIT so now the rumors are worse. Most people think Angel and Alastor are together and raising this baby.

They're still talking about all this when Charlie is seen with the baby. They're just chilling going for a walk. Hell is in an uproar. Polls are going around asking people whose baby they think it is. There's definitely memes. All in all everyone is way too into this.

So the Vees being social media demons have been keeping track of this. Vox has been pissed from the very beginning because it started with Alastor and we all know how he is. Val is writing a list of ways to use this against Angel in a sparkly pink notebook. Velvette wants this to end she's sick of everyone talking about this it bores her and she's not getting as much attention as before SO she decides to interview Angel.

She asks a simple question "is this baby yours? The radio demons? Or the princesses?"

"....yes?"

Things are worse than ever. Nobody understands what's going on. Their first thought is poly but as more demons are seen with the baby they decide that's less and less likely (and the Radio Demon in a poly relationship? Yeah okay). They realize everyone that lives in the princesses hotel is helping raise that baby so now they think if they move in they become a parent (which is not how that works)

It's not even a mystery but nobody can seem to wrap their head around it so at this point they're just waiting for all the attention to dial down or some different drama to take everyone's mind off of it

Also Alastor has no idea any of this is happening because he doesn't have social media and nobody thought to tell him

BONUS: Rosie and Cherri's reactions

Rosie: First of all she definitely goes by Auntie Rosie but anyway she's super supportive of Alastor and is so happy for him. She spoils this kid so much it's ridiculous. She's just an amazing aunt like when the kid is older Rosie is usually the one she goes to for advice. And yes she definitely tries to give the kid demon flesh but most of her parents say no.

Cherri Bomb: She's just confused like last week her and Angel were clubbing and now he's a dad? Obviously she's happy for Angel and is super supportive. Angel even starts referring to her as Auntie Cherri which melts her heart. She's a little annoyed though because now Angel hangs out with her less than ever. She definitely misses going out and doing irresponsible shit because he rarely does that anymore. She's also a terrible influence and is not allowed to watch the baby alone. She's the fun aunt but a bit too irresponsible for comfort. Also she tries to make the baby's first word a cuss word. She will be sitting with this baby for hours just going "fuck... Fuck...fuck" which is another reason she's not allowed to be left alone with the baby.

#hazbin hotel #co parenting au #the vees #velvette #vox #valentino #alastor #angel dust #charlie #rosie #cherri bomb #I wish I had the motivation to write this or at least the talent to draw it 😭

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien Mind Quest: Slow Motion Fireworks translation

do⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

I staggered and stumbled into Lucien's chest, my hands haphazardly pulling his already loose tie, causing his slightly open shirt to spread open completely.

I couldn't help but be captured by the charming bareness in front of me. His muscle tightened and then relaxed following our rhythm.

Like a vague provocative tease.

As if falling into his silent trap, my fingers were drawn to caress his bare skin, feeling the hard, clear lines beneath it.

My fingertips were tinged by the burning heat, and I slowly traced from the hard abdomen to his chest.

Translation under the cut!

(T/N:!! uploaded the full SP MQ on youtube with subtitle because I simply love how the bgm and voice add to the tension)

[Chapter 1]

MC: Hmm… A little more to the left, up a bit…Yes, yes, that's it! Now it's symmetrical!

MC: Lucien, what do you think?

While talking, I pulled Lucien back to the corridor, "appreciating" the New Year's arrangement that we had worked hard on all afternoon with satisfaction.

There are still a few days until New Year's Eve. We plan to keep everything simple and celebrate the New Year at home. So these days, the time after work has been reserved for our tacit project.

I took Lucien's arm and approached him.

MC: Do you think the new look is perfect~?

Lucien: I think it's hard not to be perfect with the Great Producer herself being in charge.

MC: Hmph, sooner or later, I will steal "The Art of Speaking: The Encyclopedia of Praising People" written by the Great Professor Lucien and study it carefully.

Lucien: Then, the next time I say something from my heart, I'll remember to write it down before I say it. So this curious student won't be disappointed.

He smiled with curved eyebrows and a serious tone as if he was simply stating a matter of fact.

MC: I-I can't beat you! Quick, put the stool away and go inside.

While Lucien put the footstool into the storage room, I put the holly into the vase in the entrance and hung a few small red lanterns on the fortune tree.

Just as I was happily taking out my phone to take pictures and record them, an alert popped up on the screen at an untimely moment-

"Unable to Save, Insufficient Storage Available"

MC: ...

Lucien: Looks like another big project will take place tonight.

Lucien: I wonder which unfortunate photos will be deleted by MC this time.

MC: There may also be unlucky app that will turn into dust.

Hearing Lucien's joking words, I couldn't help sticking out my tongue. I dragged him to sit on the sofa and nestled my whole body into his arms.

His familiar warmth gave me a sense of relief, and I couldn't resist nuzzling into the nook of his neck.

Then I skillfully opened the album, emptied the "recently deleted", and slid my finger to enter the thumbnail mode. A colorful mosaic instantly came into view.

I clicked on the last deleted section and went through the photos from that time one by one.

MC: Hahaha, this sticker pack is too funny. How did I save so much?

Lucien: Judging from the saving time at 02:28, this question should be easily answered.

MC: Hehe, Professor Lucien's eyes shouldn't be so sharp~

MC: Check out this barbecue… Is it the one near the institute?

Lucien: I think so. And if I remember correctly, we wanted to eat hot pot on that day, but we accidentally walked into this barbecue restaurant and got a delicious surprise.

MC: So, should we go and relive this delicacy tomorrow after work?

We had a little chat. Lucien raised his hand to stroke my bangs and suddenly changed the subject.

Lucien: Actually, I found something interesting.

MC: Hmm?

Lucien: Each time you clear your phone's memory, you seem to enjoy the process of flipping through your albums more than cleaning it.

MC: ...Yes, that's true. Perhaps "recalling" is the most important thing for me when it comes to organizing albums.

MC: You can save your photos in the cloud to solve the trouble of deleting them whenever you don't have enough memory.

MC: But I'd rather have the hassle and see these memories whenever I click on the album.

MC: After all, since I don't have a super brain like Professor Lucien, I can only use some stupid methods~

As I was talking, my fingertips passed over a beautiful landscape photo. I thought about it for a second and then prepared to press delete.

Lucien: Hold on a second.

I looked at Lucien with some confusion.

Lucien: I remember that this photo is lucky enough to have "survived" last week's session.

Lucien: At that time, the Great Producer said that the composition and light of this landscape were worth studying, so she wanted to keep it as a template for us to follow in our travels.

MC: It seems to be the case…

MC: But surprisingly, I could still feel the same feeling it used to give me when I saw it last week... Is it the visual impact?

MC: But today, I don't seem to feel it at all. It's just a simple and beautiful landscape picture.

Lucien: Is that so?

Lucien paused and faintly lowered his eyes.

Lucien: I think it may be because human emotions are very sensitive.

Lucien: It brings you pleasure for a fixed moment, and the emotion associated with it only stays in that moment.

Lucien: So when it is not "stimulating" enough for you to respond in the present, the brain receives a signal that allows you to conclude that it is "not important".

MC: It sounds like a somewhat cruel process...

MC: But both the phone memory and the brain are limited. I just want my limited memory to record what I want to remember.

Lucien softly laughed, his eyes twinkling as he looked at me.

Lucien: It seems that things that are not "exciting" enough can't have a place to MC.

Lucien: Even if they only existed for a short time, it is difficult to escape the possibility of being forgotten or abandoned.

Seeing that he was talking about it in a serious way, I couldn't refrain from reaching out and hooking my arm around his neck, slightly narrowing the distance between us.

MC: Isn't it because Professor Lucien is by my side?

MC: I wouldn't worry about losing the "excitement" in my life. Because I have someone who can always keep my life fresh.

Lucien: Then, in order to live up to this expectation...

He lowered his head and dropped a gentle, light kiss on my lips as he said that.

Lucien: (whisper) I have to work harder than I imagined.

[Interlude- Lucien's Exclusive Radio: On a Whim]

Pete: Professor, the results of today's experiment are expected to be available tomorrow afternoon.

Pete: Do I need to call you after the results are out?

Lucien: No need. I won't be in Loveland City tomorrow.

Pete: Are you going on a business trip tomorrow?

Lucien: Pete, do I seem like a workaholic to you?

Pete: …You misunderstood, Professor. I had just never heard about your vacation before.

Pete: Then I will compile the experiment's results into a report and send it to your email address.

Lucien: Thanks for the hard work.

Pete: Professor, since I am curious, I would like to ask you a question… Are you going to travel on vacation?

Lucien: Well, not really. Just an unplanned decision to sail on a cruise.

Pete: So sudden? Oh, I see, it must be the idea of your family member.

Lucien: It is my idea.

Lucien: With New Year's Eve just a few days away, it's the perfect time to take a short cruise.

Pete: I see~ So, Professor, which route are you going to choose? It's almost New Year's Eve. I want to take my family out to have fun too.

Lucien: It's still undecided.

Lucien: Because I was just about to book a ticket.

Pete: Oh, oh! I will not bother you.

(Lucien calling someone)

Customer Service: Hello, this is the special line for the cruise ticket purchase. How can I help you?

Lucien: Hello, I saw on the internet that tomorrow there is a trip to the neighboring sea. Are there any tickets left?

Customer Service: Please wait for a moment.

Customer Service: Are you talking about the two-day, two-night trip that leaves tomorrow in the early evening?

Lucien: Yes.

Customer Service: Yes, there are some. What should I call you?

Lucien: Doctor X.

Customer Service: Doctor X, let me confirm with you that we have a special feature on our cruise-

Customer Service: In order to provide a more pure enjoyable experience, the signal is completely blocked once the ship is sailing.

Customer Service: WiFi service is still provided, but it is an additional purchase. Is this acceptable to you?

Lucien: Of course, I chose this cruise because of this feature.

Customer Service: Okay, how many tickets do you need?

Lucien: Two.

Customer Service: Do you share a room?

Lucien: Book me two rooms that are next to each other.

Lucien: If possible, please try to arrange a quiet floor for us.

Customer Service: Okay. I will send the ticket information to your phone later.

Lucien: Just send me my ticket information.

Lucien: The other ticket information can be sent directly to this lady. I will read out her number.

[Chapter 2]

The receding scenery outside the car window passed me by, and I was still in a trance when I looked at the cruise ticket information on my phone screen.

MC: ...Lucien.

MC: Are you sure we're not going shopping for New Year's Eve but going to the pier for a cruise?

Lucien: I think I already answered this question when you received your ticket information.

Lucien's voice came from the end of the receiver.

Lucien: It's not a scam, nor is it a prank.

Lucien: We indeed have a two-day, two-night cruise waiting for us.

MC: But you didn't mention this trip at all until now, and… Why don't we go together?

Lucien: If I were to say that I was trying to copy a certain Miss Kidnapper, would you accept that as a reason?

(a reference to Devotion Date :")

His soft voice is wrapped in a smile, and when I listen closely, I can hear the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks.

MC: Then I now seriously suspect that this "kidnapping" was premeditated!

Lucien: You wronged me. It's really just a "whim".

MC: Are you going to say, "No matter how rigorous a scientist is, there are times when he doesn't plan"?

Lucien: (chuckle) Here's the thing. Just allow this guy to get hotheaded and self-indulgent for once.

Lucien chuckled very shallowly, which led me to raise my eyebrows. He slowly opened his mouth as if guessing what else I wanted to say.

Lucien: I chose this cruise because it will return to Loveland City before New Year's Eve.

Lucien: I don’t think it’ll affect our planned New Year’s Eve dinner.

Lucien: So, for the rest of the trip, Miss MC just needs to enjoy this unexpected trip. I'll see you on the cruise.

After successfully checking in, the staff led me to my room.

The warm sunlight poured in from the terrace, and the sea breeze carrying the water vapor gave a light gold coating to the scenery in front of us.

The large room is neat and bright, but there is no trace of luggage, let alone a person.

Strange, where is Lucien? He should have boarded the ship before me.

MC: Excuse me, is there another gentleman in this room who hasn't checked in yet?

Staff: The only guest information shown here is that of Miss MC.

MC: ...?

I was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, I took out my mobile phone but found that there was no signal. I hurriedly walked outside with my mobile phone in hand, but the signal was only restored to one bar.

Staff: Miss MC, I'd like to introduce you again. Our cruise's special feature is blocking the signal after we go to sea.

Staff: The goal is to provide cruise guests with the ultimate experience and to enjoy a cruise that is not dominated by the information age but rather to focus on themselves.

Staff: If you have special circumstances, you can contact the service desk for a WiFi purchase.

MC: …Okay, thank you.

After sending off the enthusiastic staff, I couldn't help but sigh. How do I get in touch with Lucien?

I circled the room. Perhaps because of my sixth sense, I vaguely feel that I can find something

Finally, I found a crumpled post-it note on the floor of the entrance door, which appeared to have slipped through the door.

I leaned down to pick it up and saw familiar handwriting.

MC: "Looking forward to meeting you by chance."

For a moment, I felt as if I could see the expression on his face as he wrote this line.

The corners of his lips are drawn up, and he probably curved his eyes.

Although I couldn't guess what this Great Professor was thinking, I couldn't let him down if he was waiting for me to find him.

Without hesitation, I picked up the cruise brochure on the table and left the room.

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20 minutes later.

The red sunset has been swallowed by the ocean, and the sea breeze is gently blowing, but it does not dispel the anxiety in my heart.

I looked in almost every place I thought Lucien would go, from the library to the screening room and coffee shop, but I still couldn't find him.

MC: Where on earth did this guy run off to….

I pursed my lips and wondered if I was going in the wrong direction.

If Lucien is not where he might be, then maybe he's where I don't think he'll be?

With this in mind, I went to the nearest bar to try my luck.

As my vision becomes dim, the sound of loud music rushes into my ears. The air is filled with the scent of alcohol, and the ambiguous atmosphere corrupts the senses.

Within the mottled light and shadow, the whole world seems to be tinted with a hazy sense of unreality.

I saw the figure my heart longed for almost at a glance.

Lucien wore slim-fitting strappy pants, and his collar was wide open. He combed up almost all of his bangs. The light refracted beneath his eyes, making those eyes appear even brighter.

He slightly narrowed his eyes at the countless expectant eyes and raised his hand to throw the dart in his hand.

In the next second, the dart landed squarely in the bullseye.

Crowd: Whoa-

Bartender: Congratulations to the gentleman who scored another 50 points and succeeded in securing the victory!

Lucien: Thanks, I appreciate it. It's just good luck.

Amidst the cheers surrounded by the crowd, Lucien nodded in appreciation. The smile on his face was always mild.

I seemed to be completely nailed to the spot, unable to take my eyes off the person in front of me.

He moved in a way that I am familiar with, yet it was as though everything was different.

For a moment, I couldn't even tell what the cause of this restlessness was.

Lucien cast his gaze over and bumped into me.

My heart inexplicably beat a bit faster. I was about to walk towards him, but Lucien naturally averted his eyes and turned his head to joke with the people beside him.

MC: Eh?

Didn't he see me? I vaguely felt that this person must have done it on purpose, so I pretended to walk back and forth naturally in his peripheral vision, secretly observing.

But Lucien remained calm as if he didn't care about my existence at all.

It was as if I was isolated in a small world, separated from all the noise around me, filled with only one person in my heart and eyes.

Bartender: Anyone else wants to challenge our Mr. Challenger?

MC: I... I want to challenge him!

I didn't expect my voice to be so loud that the atmosphere seemed to be silent for half a second.

When I came to my senses, all eyes fell on me, along with the person I had been looking at.

[Interlude- Lucien's Memory Silhouette: Special Game]

People are coming and going in the corridor of the cruise ship, and the tourists are confirming their room numbers one by one.

Lucien stood in front of the door of one of the rooms, bent down a little, and slipped a sticky note through the door's crack.

The passing tourists just looked at him and smiled politely when they saw his elegant manner without asking further questions.

Lucien stood up, lifted his hand to confirm the time, then turned around and left the corridor.

He wanted to play a little word game with her to kick off the cruise trip with some special "excitement".

As smart as she is, she will not fail to discover this little hidden secret.

But he still hoped she would find the clues he left behind as soon as possible and then find him.

Lucien aimlessly came to the front of the deck, watching people enter one after another from the boarding gate, and his gaze unconsciously lingered for a while longer.

He has to admit that he was looking forward to her familiar figure.

But now is not the right time.

There is still a lot to do before they "reunite".

Lucien looked away, walked to the cruise ship's bar, and ordered a non-alcoholic mojito from the bar.

This was probably the last place she would have thought of, at least not so early.

But it's enough to show that meeting here will bring them something different.

Waiter: Your Mojito.

Lucien: Thank you.

Lucien lowered his head and took a sip, the refreshing and stimulating taste smeared between his lips and teeth. He couldn't wait to recommend this drink to the girl.

With that in mind, he turned on his phone and habitually tried to check if a call had come in, but the space in the upper right corner reminded him that there was no signal there.

So he scrolled the screen twice and unconsciously opened his photo album.

The photos on the screen were so well organized that he couldn't resist recalling the thumbnails of her albums.

Not only are the colors rich, but sometimes there are even several remarkably similar photos in a row.

When compared to her photo album, his own album seems to be quite monotonous.

But all of them are related to her.

It is like when you plant a flower, you record it from when it is still a seed until the moment it blooms.

Lucien recalled the girl's slightly distressed expression due to the lack of memory on her phone and unconsciously smiled softly.

He always planned and arranged everything, so he never encountered the problem she was struggling with.

But her look as if she is facing the world's problems is very cute, which makes him feel much happier when he thinks about it these days.

In this happy mood, Lucien quickly finished drinking the mojito in his hand.

The bar gradually becomes more and more lively, with people's desire for the festival and the wonder of exploring the cruise ship showing in their expression.

What will her expression look like when she sees him here?

Will her eyes widen slightly, or will she purse her lips in puzzlement?

Lucien again admitted that he had added a few more expectations for her appearance.

To be precise, he was looking forward to seeing her with each passing second.

He glanced down at the time again. It would take some time to get from home to the pier. She should still be on her way.

Even he who had been able to spend several years waiting for an experimental result peacefully, now began to feel a little impatient because of this expectation.

He even opened 3 match game by accident, and after absent-mindedly playing a few levels, he suddenly heard a round of applause from behind him.

Lucien followed the sound and found a group of tourists playing darts, seemingly playing in some kind of competition.

He observed for a moment as if realizing something and looked in the direction of the bar entrance.

From the entrance, the darts game is right in the middle of the bar, the most visible part of the entire bar.

Lucien slowly stood up and walked towards the lively crowd.

He wanted her to see him at a glance.

[Chapter 3]

The crowd tacitly dispersed to two sides, and suddenly a narrow road leading to Lucien was spread out in front of me.

I belatedly took a deep breath and walked towards him. Faced with my probing eyes, Lucien calmly looked back.

Lucien: I accept this lady's challenge.

.....Still pretending not to know me? All right, then I will play along with you.

I suppressed the complex emotions in my heart, turned my gaze to the bartender, cleared my throat, and slightly lifted my chin.

MC: What are the rules of the challenge? Or…

I deliberately stretched out the end of my sentence and turned my gaze to Lucien, putting on a polite smile.

MC: Are the rules set by this Mr. Challenger?

Lucien leisurely looked at me and raised his eyebrows as if he didn't expect me to say that.

Lucien: Is it true that no matter what my rules are, this lady will definitely obey them?

MC: Absolutely. Since I'm challenging you, of course I will respect your requirements.

Lucien: [chuckle] Okay.

He didn't hesitate to speak and even curved his lips in a good mood. I suddenly felt diffident and quickly spoke up before he could propose any unreasonable rules

MC: …But I have one small request.

MC: Actually, I was a little nervous because Mr. Challenger seemed to be very good at this kind of game.

MC: I'm also sincere about the challenge, so please don't make it difficult for me. I hope your rules are simple and easy to understand.

Lucien: I've always admired girls with a lot of courage, so naturally, I won't intentionally make things difficult.

Humph, you better be.

He ignored my stabbing glare and pretended to think seriously for a moment.

Lucien: My rules are simple.

Lucien: You have three chances to throw. If the cumulative points of those three chances are more than 50, you will win the challenge.

Lucien: What do you think, brave lady?

His words stirred up a lot of discussion among the crowd, as if everyone didn't expect Lucien's rules to be so simple, and there was even some suspicion that he was throwing the game.

MC: Since Mr. Challenger is so "generous", I can't disappoint this kindness.

Looking at the taunting look at the corner of Lucien's mouth, I gritted my teeth and picked up a dart, carefully gauging the angle. I can't let him underestimate me!

But the result of "careful calculation" is that one miss, one 25 points.

MC: ...

A thin layer of sweat seeped out of my palms as I looked at the dartboard in front of me. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

I still have a chance, as long as I get double points on the last try…

Lucien: [chuckle]...

The familiar soft laugh came to my ears and instantly disturbed my thoughts. I looked at the perpetrator with some annoyance. He was facing the bar and slightly raised his fingertips.

Lucien: One non-alcoholic mojito please.

Lucien: For the lady.

After he finished speaking, he looked at me with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lucien: I think you might need a little more time. While I don't mind waiting, the outcome of this challenge now seems to have attracted too much attention.

Lucien: Maybe it's time to let the curtain fall.

Following Lucien's gaze, I realized that twice as many people had surrounded the surrounding area as earlier.

My cheeks felt a little hot, I lowered my head and rubbed the dart repeatedly, but I was still not ready to throw it.

At that moment, a brightly colored drink slowly appeared in my view. I raised my eyes, and my gaze collided with Lucien's.

Lucien: But if this lady would like to be friends with me...

Lucien: I'll voluntarily admit defeat in this challenge.

His low and deep voice was tainted with an inexplicable flirtation, and my heart suddenly missed half a beat.

The light cast an obscure shadow on Lucien's face, adding a bit of unpredictable danger to those smiling eyes.

He looked like he was expecting an answer or simply admiring the object's reaction in his hand.

I reached out and gently placed my fingers on the bottom of the glass to push it towards Lucien, my fingertips inadvertently brushing against his fingers.

In this challenge that I knew I didn't have much chance of winning, I chose to outsmart him.

MC: Thank you sir, for your kindness, but I still want to try again.

MC: Why don't you teach me by hand? Is that okay?

Lucien's eyes moved slightly as if he were a little surprised. Amidst the booing, he quietly walked behind me and slightly bowed his body.

My back instantly felt warm, and his breath fluttered against my ear, tickling it.

Lucien: Then I'd like to ask for your cooperation.

As he said that, he gently took my hand and led me to bend my arm as he did.

His broad palm wrapped tightly around the back of my hand, and his fingertips suddenly tickled my palm twice in a restless manner.

MC: (blush) You...

Lucien: Don't be distracted. Focus.

His righteous tone was as if he was not the one who did the little action.

Before I could react, he held my wrist with a slight force-

In a smooth parabola, the dart hit the one he had left on the target earlier, firmly striking into the bullseye.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I instantly thought of a perverse idea.

MC: This should be considered as my third chance.

MC: Does that mean I've won the challenge, Mr. Challenger?

I slightly distanced myself from him and winked slyly at Lucien. He sighed in feigned regret and extended his hand toward me in a friendly manner.

Lucien: Mm, you won.

Lucien: It's a pleasure to meet you, this brave, beautiful and clever lady.

Lucien: Now, can we sit down and have a drink?

MC: Of course we can. It would be my pleasure.

I cocked my head pretentiously, gently shook his finger, and withdrew my hand. I looked down and took a sip of my mojito.

The refreshing taste washed away the warmth that had been in my chest since earlier, making my whole body much more comfortable.

The misty light passing through the wine glasses cast colorful light spots on the wall. As the light dimmed, the joyful music changed into a lingering dance song.

(Cue his 5th birthday bgm 🥺)

Scattered people walk onto the dance floor, hugging and clinging to sway along to the melody.

I raised my head and found Lucien's eyes waiting for a long time.

MC: As a thank you for the mojito, may I ask you to dance, sir?

Lucien: It was my negligence to let the lady ask first. I don't think I have any reason to refuse you.

In the lazy melody, Lucien stepped on the beat and took a small step to the left, elegantly extending his hand as if in invitation.

But the moment I approached him, an irresistible force wrapped around my waist and guided me to spin around.

My mind went blank for a moment, and I instinctively clung to Lucien's shoulders, trying to clutch the only fulcrum among the imbalance.

MC: …Y-you, wait a minute!

He didn't give me time to catch my breath. His broad palm slowly moved up to my back, causing a tingling feeling, and then powerfully swept me into his arms.

The scorching breath swept over the tip of my nose, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion swirling in those deep eyes.

Lucien: (whisper) What if I say I don't want to wait anymore?

Lucien: (chuckle, then continuing his whisper) We have wasted some time, so we should hurry now.

MC: You… You are simply unreasonable! You're the one who left a message with no clue, so I had to spend a long time looking for you.

MC: It's hard to find you, but then you pretend to be a stranger, playing some kind of chance encounter game with me…

Looking at my feigned angry pout, Lucien raised his eyebrows with interest and took advantage of the change in the melodic beat to tug my wrist and embrace me from behind.

Lucien: But you played along very well, didn't you? I think you're having fun with it.

MC: And that's not because of you!

Lucien: Oh? What's wrong with me?

His earnest voice is wrapped in bright and bold confidence, so I can't resist lightly pinching the palm of his hand, breaking away from this somewhat flirtatious embrace.

Lucien smoothly hooked my little finger, and with a little force, he made me mess up my steps to go toward him again.

Lucien: Not going to answer?

He looked at me persistently, his deep eyes like a pool of water that would engulf me at any moment.

The strange emotion in my heart stirred and clamored quietly, making me raise my head unconsciously and look straight into his eyes.

MC: Do you want a straightforward answer or a tactful one?

Lucien: (chuckle) I want both.

MC: Aren't you being too cheeky?

Lucien: Mm, I'll admit that.

I couldn't stop my smile, and by some mysterious chance, I put my arms around his neck and let him lead me through the melody.

MC: Now that you are like this, you look like the Lucien I am familiar with.

Lucien: What kind of Lucien are you familiar with?

MC: He's just like you now, righteously rogue, openly wicked, a complete big bad villain.

Lucien: He sounds so bad.

I nod my head in agreement.

MC: But I like this kind of him very much.

The melodic rhythm suddenly became more passionate, and the intense tempo drowned out my pounding heart.

Lucien's eyes flickered. His dance steps suddenly accelerated, making me subconsciously catch up and tighten my arms around him,

Lucien: Do you only like this kind of him?

MC: Of course not… cough.

MC: You, why do you have so many questions! I have a bunch of questions that I haven't even asked yet.

I changed the subject awkwardly, secretly annoyed at my disobedient mouth. Fortunately, Lucien didn't chase the question. He raised his eyebrows, showing a look of listening attentively.

Only then did I realize that the distance between us had unknowingly become too close. I could clearly see his eyelashes fluttering as he breathed.

I don't know if it's because he slicked back his bangs, but today his subtle expressions seem to have become more vivid, or even more…

Alluring.

Lucien: Is your question in my face?

MC: …That is true as well.

MC: After all, I've hardly ever seen Professor Lucien put on hair wax. I don't know how good you are at bar games and…

MC: ..how good you are at dancing.

I said as I slipped my fingers through his straps, sliding them slowly down his collarbone to his chest, and with a wicked hook, I used the force to move away.

The music ends at this moment.

Lucien didn't let go of my hand; instead, he gently lifted my hand and bent down. A gentle kiss fell on the back of my hand, tickling the edge of my heart.

Lucien: When it comes to the first meeting, it is necessary to create a deep impression.

Lucien: It seems that my purpose has been achieved.

Lucien: I hope you'll have good dreams tonight. Beautiful lady, I'll see you tomorrow.

[Chapter 4]

I didn't sleep well all night.

I don't know how many times I rolled over, the thin sunlight squeezed through the cracks in the curtains, and it was finally dawn.

Last night, Lucien turned around and left after saying a few words without glancing back at me.

I returned to my room in a daze, and after a series of emotional struggles, I decided to wait and see what would happen.

But I didn't expect that the person who disturbed my thoughts all night would be staying in the room next to mine.

Perhaps while I was up all night thinking about him, he continued to plan things beyond my imagination wickedly.

And, of course it is also possible that he waited leisurely and calmly for my various reactions to appear.

I gritted my teeth and turned my gaze to the terrace next door.

Is he still up at this hour?

...Damn it, don't think about it anymore! I quickly shook my head, hoping my brain would recover, at least for a short time to enjoy the moment of relaxation.

??: Good morning, Miss Next Door. Did you sleep well last night?

MC: ....

A familiar voice sounded behind me, tinged with a lazy chuckle.

For a moment, I wondered if Lucien had some kind of superpower to listen to my inner voice.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to be quiet for ten seconds before turning back, and changed to an unperturbed expression the moment I turned around.

The light swayed on his body and slipped into his eyes, creating gentle ripples.

Like yesterday, he slicked back his bangs, making the eyes looking at me look even more bewitching.

My heart beat faster than it should. I blinked at him and looked around in mock confusion.

MC: Are you talking to me?

MC: Sorry, I don't think I know you.

Lucien: Really?

Lucien: We had a dance last night. It breaks my heart if the lady forgets it so soon.

MC: Really?

I imitated his voice and pretended to look up and down at him.

MC: Oh~ I have a little impression.

MC: I'm sorry, I have a poor memory. The lights were too dim last night, and the dance was too short, so it's hard to remember.

He nodded thoughtfully and then changed the conversation.

Lucien: The lady seems to travel alone?

MC: …Yes, just, alone.

Hearing the undisguised teasing in his words, I maliciously popped out a few words, showing a flattering smile.

MC: You also seem to be alone too, sir. You are interesting, traveling on a cruise by yourself~

Lucien: Maybe it's because I want to meet someone who coincides with me.

MC: And, have you met them?

Lucien: Mm. But she didn't seem impressed with me.

Lucien: I'm also a little hesitant now. Not sure if I should take the initiative again….

MC: Of course, you should!

I subconsciously blurted out. Lucien's lips raised an inch of smile.

Lucien: What if she refuses?

MC: ...You should try it first.

Lucien: Then...

Lucien: Would you like to give me the opportunity to deepen your impression of me, the lady with poor memory?

His voice was soft as if it was melting with all the sunlight of a warm winter.

Looking at the neatly folded bathrobe on the sofa, I felt my ears getting a little hot.

Staff: Doctor X, your reservation for the ice sauna room is at 3:30 pm. You can change your clothes in the lounge and sit for a while.

Doctor.X? I looked at Lucien questioningly but found him nodding a little.

Perhaps feeling my persistent puzzled gaze, Lucien solemnly stretched out his hand towards me.

Lucien: I was in too much of a hurry last night and didn't have time to introduce myself.

Lucien: What's your name, Miss?

MC: ....

MC: Producer.MC.

As if he didn't expect me to say that, Lucien was stunned for a moment and then couldn't help laughing.

He lowered his head and came close to me, his overflowing breath brushing against my ear.

Lucien: (chuckle then whisper) The Great Producer can always do something beyond my imagination.

Lucien: (whisper) It's surprising, delightful… and joyful.

Without waiting for my reply, he turned around and naturally took off his coat as if he was planning to change.

It's as if the whisper was just a secret no one knew about.

Seeing that I didn't move, Lucien turned his head back, but his hands kept moving.

Lucien: Aren't you going to change?

He spoke in a sincere and honest tone, which in turn gave me nowhere to hide my secret little thoughts.

I sheepishly turned my attention to the inner ice sauna room, just a curtain away, where the staff was preparing for the sauna.

MC: I was thinking that…

MC: We just met last night, and now you are asking me to "lay ourselves bare"*. Isn't it seem to be a bad idea?

(T/N: 坦诚相见 is an idiom that means that two people treat each other sincerely and tell each other what they think without reservation.)

I deliberately spoke measuredly, secretly observing Lucien's expression, trying to get back in this "role-playing" game.

Lucien squinted his eyes and raised a smile.

Lucien: So, things seem to be moving a little fast.

Lucien: How about we make up for the steps we skipped?

MC: What do you mean?

Lucien did not answer. Under the dense light, his fingertips slowly slid down to the front of his waist, seemingly rubbing a circle.

Lucien: Can you help me?

Lucien: I can't seem to do it alone.

He said it sincerely, and his tone had a hint of grievance. It seems to be a request, but it is irresistible.

As if compelled, I instinctively walked towards him.

MC: What do you need me to do?

Lucien: Give me your hand.

Instead of turning around, he took my hand and made me approach him from behind.

My view was blocked entirely, and I could only feel my fingertips being moved past the scorching heat and to the side.

Lucien's movements were unusually slow as if tracing. Our hands finally ended up on his strap, and he let go of my hand.

Lucien: Help me unbuckle this. It's hard to do it myself.

Compared to the soft and silky shirt, the slightly stiffer texture allowed my fingertips to find their place instantly, but this is not where the buckle is.

MC: I can't see you this way…

Lucien: This buckle is special. It is more convenient to unbuckle from the back.

He spoke with a great conviction that I had no choice but to close my eyes and grope down for the strap buckle.

I held the strap and slipped my fingers between it and his shirt.

His body heat is quietly burning through the shirt. I moved down, and my fingertips trembled when they touched the cold metal.

Lucien: (whisper) You've found the right location.

His voice was a little low, drifting in my ears, and seemed to burrow into my heart from the other side of my chest.

I fumbled with the buckle's position and moved it down vigorously the way I used to unbuckle the strap.

But the buckle seemed stuck, and I couldn't release the strap from the buckle even after going up and down for a while.

Lucien: (chuckle) ....

MC: I...can't seem to find the right place.

MC: Help me out… Wait, no. You're the one who wants me to help you from behind...

As I said that, I felt a little irritated and wanted to let it go, but in the next moment, I was firmly restrained in place.

Lucien: It is very elastic. You have to hold it tightly, don't let go easily.

Lucien: Last night, I was hurt for a long time because of a certain "unintentional act" by Miss MC.

MC: …What kind of nonsense are you talking about!

I want to reach out and cover Lucien's mouth, but I don't dare to let go of my grip on the strap buckle.

At a loss, I had no choice but to use my eyes to hint him that there were other people in the room.

But Lucien obviously ignored me, or rather, he did it on purpose.

Lucien: (whisper) Don't you remember what you did to me last night? Are you so irresponsible?

MC: ...!

I subconsciously pinched his waist, causing the person in front of me to utter a muffled grunt.

As if he was finally done playing, he tugged my fingertips and moved them up and down a bit.

"Click"

Lucien: It seems that I get caught in my own trap.

He let go of my burning hand and turned his face sideways to cast a somewhat deep glance at me, and with his other hand, he pulled down the other strap that had not been unbuckled.

Lucien: I'll take care of the rest myself.

MC: Hmph, you'll have to do it yourself this time.

I was a little dismayed by his mischief. So I stood on my tiptoes and tugged the strap down, intending to buckle it back up.

MC: Didn't you say that you can't do it alone?

MC: I'll buckle it back for you, and you can unbuckle it yourself.

Lucien turned around and grabbed my wrist, my center of gravity was unsteady, and I crashed straight into his arms.

In the next second, an unexpected kiss landed.

The tip of his tongue gently and overbearingly pried open my lips, and his hot breath fluttered on my face.

MC: Lu...

He completely swallowed my whispered words, and his breath was overwhelming.

Instinctively, I closed my eyes and felt his grip on my chin, forcing me to tilt my head up and completely surrender myself to him.

Our hot breaths rose and fell, and my brain became dizzy from the rising heat. I tightened my arms around him, responding to his eager demand.

Until a rustling sound came from the room separated by a curtain.

[Interlude- Memory Silhouette: Terrace Trap]

The lights in the bar gradually became darker, and the music confused my thoughts. I stood blankly by the bar counter, somewhat at a loss.

Lucien left the bar after kissing my hand, leaving me with a racing heart and chaotic thoughts.

Bartender: Miss, do you want to order?

MC: No, thank you.

No matter how lively the bar atmosphere is, without Lucien's presence, there is only dull noise left for me.

I walked out of the bar, through the ornate lobby, the crowded deck, and the long hallway, and returned to my room in one breath.

After closing the door, I realized that I was looking around intentionally or unintentionally all the way just now, looking for that familiar figure. My heart was inexplicably a little blocked.

This Lucien… Why didn't he come to see me?

I took out my phone and confirmed the signal. After thinking for a moment, I went to the bedside and picked up the phone in my room. I wanted to ask the reception desk about buying the WiFi.

But as soon as I put my fingertips on the button, I couldn't help but see those sly and determined eyes in front of me.

MC: ....

I rubbed my face with slight annoyance and put the phone down.

Well, then let's see what you really want to do.

I forced myself to stop dwelling on it and simply changed into a comfortable set of loungewear, pulled open the terrace door, and went outside the room to the terrace.

The sea at night is like wrinkled blue silk, spreading deeply in front of me.

The room I was in seemed to be quiet, with only the sea breeze blowing away some of the mixed emotions in my mind.

It wasn't until I took two steps forward that I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the terrace next door.

MC: Lucien?

Lucien: Good evening, Miss Next Door.

Lucien: I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

The man who greeted me was sitting calmly on a cushioned chair on the terrace, holding a foreign-language novel in his hands.

A bathrobe casually wrapped around his slim body, his hair falling in front of his forehead, swaying slightly with the sea breeze.

So much for a leisurely and relaxing vacation time!

When I thought I was distracted by this "culprit" five minutes ago, I felt a hot current rising in my chest.

I wish I could take a big stride and bite him right now, then ask him exactly what he wants to do.

But to deal with such "cunning" people, I must use a more clever way.

For example, treat others the same way they treat you.

Since you want to indulge in this encounter game, I will accompany you to the end!

So I grunted softly, resisted the urge to peek at him, forced myself to look out to sea, and then turned back to my room without a second glance.

Lucien couldn't help smiling when he saw the girl leave the terrace and pull the curtains.

He did show up here on purpose.

In the most direct and somewhat mischievous way, he told her he was in the closest place.

And from a selfish point of view, he also wanted to see her one more time. So he made a little bet with himself that she would show up.

It's like finding an outlet for his own anxious mood.

But looking at her back as she left in a huff, that strange feeling returned again.

Lucien put away the novel he hadn't read and stood up.

It turns out that a flower takes such a long time to bloom.

[Chapter 5]

My brain instantly regained its discarded sanity. I snapped open my eyes and saw the unhurried smile in the corner of Lucien's eyes.

He pressed his palm on the back of my head with a slight force, and his fingertips dug into my hair, cutting off my room to retreat.

Steady footsteps sounded in the inner room, and I quickly blinked at Lucien, but he remained indifferent.

He even pressed me step by step against the wall and closed my eyes, not giving me a chance to breathe.

MC: ...Uh!

My lips and tongue were repeatedly nibbled on, causing a slight twinge of pain, and soon only a tingling sensation remained.

Staff: The room is ready. Now we will give you a brief instructions on how to use the ice sauna room.

Staff: Before entering the room, please…

The sudden unfamiliar voice made me tremble subconsciously but was quickly eliminated by the scorching heat surrounding me.

Behind the thin curtain, I could see the vague silhouette of a person, and I felt as if my heart was about to pop out.

My hands were clutching Lucien's shirt and the unbuckled straps. My ears were buzzing, and I couldn't hear what the other side was saying.

Lucien: MC.

Lucien softly called my name, finally distancing ourselves a little. His breath landed on the corner of my lips, and the end of his voice was wrapped in an ambiguous tone.

Lucien: The ice sauna room has another exit reserved for the staff.

Lucien: (whisper) So, he won't come over.

I blinked and slowly understood what he meant.

MC: Did you already know that? Then why are you telling me just now…

Lucien: Maybe it's because... I'm what you call a big bad villain.

His fingers slowly brushed the side of my neck, the corners of my lips, the tip of my nose, and then he tenderly and lovingly cupped my face.

Lucien: Now that there are no more worries, can I continue?

The kiss that fell again was tender and lingering, like a gentle rain, making people fall deep into it.

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After a very long time, Lucien finally let me go. His arm naturally slid to my lower back while still wrapping me in his embrace.

Then he just quietly looked at me without saying anything.

The air still seemed to be dense with vapor; I was a bit shy from his stare, so I poked him in the face.

MC: You, why do you keep looking at me.

Lucien: Because I want to look at you.

MC: That's an invalid answer.

Lucien: But that's my answer.

Lucien: Because I want to look at you, and I want to kiss you. So when my brain gives these signals, I follow the instructions.

He said it bluntly and frankly, but it made my heart ripple.

Lucien: In my calculation, an unexpected encounter takes a certain amount of time to develop.

Lucien: 48 hours is enough for a relationship to grow from unfamiliar to familiar, with different emotional stimuli.

Lucien: That was my original plan.

Lucien reached out and tucked the strands of loose hair into my ears. He spoke in riddles, but I seemed to understand something.

A sudden softness in my heart enticed me to ask the question I knew the answer to.

MC: So Professor Lucien's carefully planned chance encounter was disrupted by me, right?

Lucien: The subjective factor is you, but the objective factor…

Lucien paused for a moment.

Lucien: It's me who is greedy.

Lucien: I didn't want the things related to me to become boring and ordinary after a long period of time. So I impulsively carried out this somewhat wilful plan.

Lucien: After you appeared, every expression and every movement of yours was beyond my plan.

Lucien: I was left to follow my brain's instructions and impulsively disrupt my own rhythm.

His voice was very soft, but it landed heavily on my heart.

MC: Lucien, have you noticed that your frankness is becoming more and more frequent?

Lucien: Isn't that good?

I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a peck on the corner of his lips.

MC: In fact, I'm also very greedy.

MC: I like this frank and honest you, but I also like the wicked you. I like the occasionally distant you, but also like the rogue you.

MC: The way your bangs are scattered between your eyebrows, and the way your bangs are all slicked back. Familiar or unfamiliar.

MC: No matter what kind of you, I really like it all.

In a trance, I felt like I heard something blooming in my heart.

Lucien looked at me deeply, and after a moment of silence, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Lucien: We might need to reschedule this ice sauna for another time.

MC: What a coincidence. I thought so too.

The afterglow of warm colors falls into the sea, creating a gentle luster on the pink-purple sky.

(from the afternoon at 3.30 pm until twilight…. can you guess how long were they stuck in that room-)

Lucien and I intertwined our fingers. We walked non-stop, started running as we walked, and ran all the way from the deck into the cabin.

The sea breeze blew our hair into a mess, and our clasped hands were seeping with warm heat, but we didn't care at all and still held hands.

It's like two people who have thrown away all shackles, just want to hold the hand of the person they like, and move freely to the same destination.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs above the lobby, refracting the light that looks like falling stardust.

There was a constant flow of tourists coming down the staircase and heading opposite us towards the deck.

I subconsciously looked back at the crowd going against us and felt my hand being squeezed.

Lucien: Do you want to check it out? I heard there's a celebration at sea tonight. There should be a fireworks show.

I shook my head.

MC: Fireworks are not as good as the person in front of me.

MC: I just need to look at you. As long as I look at you, there will be fireworks in my heart.

Lucien: Compared with MC's frankness, my performance can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

Lucien: I would like to ask my teacher to give me more advice, preferably by giving me a small lesson.

His eyes are bent, but he looks humble and sincerely asks for advice.

The sound of melodious music gradually plays and enveloped the whole hall.

The sentimental melody evokes my memory. It was the song that Lucien and I danced with in the bar yesterday.

I looked at Lucien and found that his gaze was already waiting for me.

His tie was loosely tied around his chest, and his collar was slightly open. His clear eyes were particularly bright between the hair that had scattered when we ran.

I couldn't help but laugh and raised my hand to ruffle his scattered bangs.

MC: Mr. Lucien is not as refined as Doctor.X now.

Lucien: Then can I ask you to dance?

MC: You should know very well that there is something else I want to do right now more than dance.

Lucien: And that's precisely why it is more necessary to "warm up" properly.

With that, he took my hand and led me through the dance steps

As the music flowed, we gave each other our warmth against the flow of people.

His familiar body heat seemed to bring me a new experience this time, and I felt Lucien guiding me closer in the gentle beat, stretching my body in a natural and lingering way.

Lucien: Do you know the name of the dance we did last night?

MC: Isn't it ballroom dancing? I don't really know much about dance.

Lucien: It is known as Rumba, the dance of love. It's one kind of Latin dance.

His fingertips entwined seductively around the ribbon of my skirt, gently pushing me away and pulling me back the moment the next note leaped out.

The melody gradually surged and accelerated. The air was filled with a scorching breath.

Lucien: Scientific studies have shown that the waist can be twisted up to 180 times per dance, and the highest heart rate can reach 200 beats per minute.

As he spoke, he led me to rotate and walk with his rhythm, pushing me out and pulling me back according to the inertia of the strength in his hand.

Slowly moving, swaying, spinning…

My heartbeat involuntarily accelerated, as if it had been incorporated into the rhythm of the tempo, rising and falling one after another.

Boom-

There was a sound of fireworks exploding in the distance, and the cruise ship seemed to shake for a moment amidst the crowd's cheers.

I staggered and stumbled into Lucien's chest, my hands haphazardly pulling his already loose tie, causing his slightly open shirt to spread open completely.

A reassuring hand was placed on the back of my neck, holding me steadily in place.

I couldn't help but be captured by the charming bareness in front of me. His muscle tightened and then relaxed following our rhythm.

Like a vague provocative tease.

As if falling into his silent trap, my fingers were drawn to caress his bare skin, feeling the hard, clear lines beneath it.

My fingertips were tinged by the burning heat, and I slowly traced from the hard abdomen to his chest.

A steady, strong heartbeat rose up, and even my heart trembled along with it.

Lucien: I think this dance should be impressive enough now.

MC: How can you still hold a grudge?

He didn't say a word. He just strongly swept me up and dropped a feathery kiss on my forehead.

My whole heart surged like a wave, and I felt inexplicably dizzy.

Everything was spinning. Only his close face was clear, effortlessly occupying all of my vision.

We danced our way from the hall to the room.

My vision was suddenly dimmed, but a brighter light broke through the sky and blossomed in the night with a warm color.

The pouring fireworks dragged a long trajectory, depicting a star curtain.

I eagerly kicked off the shoes on my feet and stepped on the ground with bare feet.

Suddenly, a warm sensation replaces the cold floor and settles beneath my foot.

Seeing myself stepping on Lucien's instep, I raised my head in a daze and met his smiling eyes.

Without words, we just looked at each other. I smiled knowingly and then stepped gently on the other foot.

MC: I always seem to fall into Professor Lucien's trap unconsciously.

Lucien: Rather than saying it was a trap, it was better to say it was a silent and open invitation.

He took a step to the right, and I took a step away with it.

Lucien: Besides constantly creating freshness in life, I always want more.

Lucien: I want our experiences to be exciting enough for them to be engraved into your memory.

Lucien: (whisper) And what I want, only you can give me.

MC: I'll give it all to you without reservation.

The night is long and lit up with fireworks.

In that moment, we seem to meld into one.

[T/N: Those fireworks in the end aren't actual fireworks if you get what I mean- But anyway, what a great MQ :" D. I genuinely enjoy it from start to finish. This one has made me cry, laugh, and h-word at the same time asksks. The game between these two is always enjoyable to read lol.

There's no big sad here, but if you think about it, the whole plan is caused by his insecurity,, the way he overthinks stuff that MC said to him, worrying if things related to him will feel boring to her, and ends up devising a whole plan to bring more 'excitement' to their life. The memory silhouette hits you with the fact that although this person seems calm and indifferent, he also suffers as much as her when they're separated. Guess it's a good thing that although his plan got wrecked, at least they did find excitement in this date huh-

I am currently translating Top Up SSR, which I think complements this SP MQ that covers the same 'theme'. So, I hope y'all will look forward to it? Thank you for reading!]

#me the whole date: just get a room you two #AND THEY DID #is this even allowed #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc translation #mlqc #mr love lucien #love and producer #mr. love queen's choice

[tailoredshirt]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings and @carlos-in-glasses

Maybe if I post more daemon fic I'll actually get around to finishing it! Here is the snippet I posted a few months ago.

Daemon AU/fusion (each character’s soul in the form of an animal companion) breakup era/ice storm fic… Esther is TK's daemon and Consuela is Carlos's. They're both dogs!

Here is a flashback scene.

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They were sitting up against the headboard, shoulders pressed together, sharing the remnants of a gallon of vanilla ice cream right out of the carton. 

TK had found several boxes of old photos in his dad’s closet and had brought one of them into the bedroom to show Carlos. There were pictures of his parents before they’d gotten divorced, of his grandparents who had both died before TK graduated high school, but most of them were of TK. 

“How old were you there?” 

TK touched the photo, which showed him wearing a private school uniform. Esther was perched on his backpack in the form of a sparrow. “Seven, I think?”

Carlos grinned. “You look so cute. I bet you were a little terror, weren’t you?”

“I was not,” TK said, pretending to be affronted. “I’ll have you know, I got all A’s.”

“Mmhmm,” Carlos murmured. “You’ll notice that’s not what I asked.”

TK pursed his lips together to keep from smiling. “Well…sometimes I had some trouble focusing on the lessons.”

“Uh huh.”

“So Esther and I found ways to distract ourselves,” he said.

Esther looked up at him, a thread of amusement running through their bond. She and Consuela were lying next to one another on the floor, barely touching. Consuela perked up and licked Esther’s nose to get her attention again. 

“Which I’m sure went over well with your teachers,” said Carlos. 

TK remembered the most unimpressed look on his mother’s face when she walked into the principal’s office, dressed for court, with Ginsburg perched on her shoulder. He looked as unimpressed as Gwyn did, and Esther shifted into a caterpillar, the tiniest thing she could, and hid in TK’s pocket to escape their gaze. 

“Did you know,” TK said, stretching his leg out over Carlos’s, “that the rhinoceros beetle can lift up to 850 times its own weight?”

Carlos narrowed his eyes at him. “I did not.”

“And did you know,” TK continued, “that the Gameboy Advance weighed just under five ounces?”

Carlos lifted his eyebrows. “What did you do?” 

“Well, my third grade teacher took away my Gameboy because I was playing with it in class, so we decided to get it back.” TK felt a hint of annoyance through his bond with Esther as she eyed him from the floor. “Okay, yes, Esther objected, but she was bored too.” 

“So you got caught trying to steal your Gameboy back,” said Carlos. 

TK squinted. “I mean, is it really stealing if it was ours to begin with?”

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Open tag for anyone who wants to use it! Please tag me if you do. I'll also tag @reyesstrand @marchingatmidnight @lightningboltreader @mooshkat @safeashousespdf @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @chaotictarlos Sorry if you've already done it, please link me!

#wip wednesday #tarlos #911 lone star #daemon au #sorry if it's confusing but the daemons can shift into any animal until puberty #that's when they take their permanent shape

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Okay do you agree with me that we were severely deprived of Ezor, Zethrid, Axca, and Veronica content? Because they would be the ultimate lesbian squad like

Do not even. Get. Me. Started.

Too late.

(warning: this is a loooooong post.)

My poor girls, they were so perfect! And don't forget Narti (blind lizard gal) because as much as I think Lotor's whole villain arc thingy was dumb, I will NEVER forgive him for killing her. Never ever ever.

I do refer to them as Lotor and the Lesbians in my head, so I think it's pretty clear what I think about them. (Small note: If they were a band that would be their name.)

And Veronica! She was so cool! You know she steals all the girls her brothers bring home. Like, 'Oh you met someone cool at work? I'm just gonna take her off your hands...' Let's be real, if Veronica was not a fictional character, she would be a notorious lady charmer.

And COME ON. Ezor and Zethrid were LITERALLY DATING. I will take NO ARGUEMENTS. Do we not remember that whole episode where Zethrid went berserk on the paladins cuz she thought Ezor was dead?? And how they looked lovingly into each other's eyes? They had an END SCENE together! Well, it wasn't about them, it was that thing about Keith taking over command of the blade but WHAT-EVER. They were 2 feet away from each other because they were inseparable and in. love.

look at them.

Wait I can do better:

I'm gonna scream.

And, yeah, they were technically canon but this doesn't count. If Shiro and the dude he married (..Curtis?) get a canon kiss then so do Ezor and Zethrid.

Before I start my little spiel and Veronica and Acxa, I'm just gonna leave a picture of Narti here for those of you who don't remember her.

She was the one without eyes who could see through the eyes of her cat (honestly so real in a fictional way, love that for her).

Ringing any bells? Yeah, I cried when she died. (I made a rhyme!)

NOW.

Veronica and Acxa. They would have been SO CUTE together. And even if they didn't get together, at the very least they should have been best friends. Like the kind of best friends where Acxa is adopted into the McClain family to the point at which she can always be found there just chilling in their house like she owns the place. The kind of best friends that finish each other's sentences and know EVERYTHING about each other. GUYS. This was the VISION.

And you know what? I gonna put a picture of them here in just a sec, but you ALL know what I'm talking about when I say that they had a klance-style bonding moment.

Do not even try to tell me that they did not have potential. They're making awkward love eyes at each other.

(Also, the limited fanart that exists of them is SO. CUTE.)

Honestly, if the show really wanted to show representation that bad, then why couldn't these ships be real? Adam is great and all that, but if we're going to introduce a queer relationship in the name of representation, then maybe don't kill him off for the sake of drama after only about 5 minutes total screentime.

In fact, Shiro's whole thing was messed up. Yes, I get that he's a queer icon, but why are these things being forced on him? Instead of putting him with another character that also only got 5 minutes of screentime, maybe his end scene could be something like, 'Shiro went and finally got the therapy he deserved' or 'Shiro and Keith spent quality time together now that they were no longer separated' or even, 'Shiro retired from military business and built a comfortable life for himself as a coffee shop owner.'

He. Does. Not. Need. No. Man.

Based on the fact that he still has that Garrison-issued arm, he is still in relations with them in some way. And maybe he quit and just got to keep the arm, but that needed to be specified. Are we forgetting his previous trauma? His periodic flashbacks? The fact that his body was taken over by alien life and used to INJURE HIS YOUNGER BROTHER? The very same brother that he was a role model to?

And maybe we could have kicked Lance's scene out and instead shown him with his family? That would have been a great place to insert Veronica and show them actually bonding like family. Did anyone else find it weird that we got basically no scenes of them interacting in space? With their personalities, they should have been gossiping and having spa days left and right, but there was nothing of the sort.

Wait, I'm sorry, I got off topic.

Where was I? Oh yeah.

The most talked about example of queerbaiting is always Klance because as main characters, they're in the spotlight, but these closeted lesbians do in fact exist.

Why did we get Allurance but not Ezor and Zethrid? They were SO CLEARLY compatible and they weren't toxic to each other like Allura and Lance. My main argument against that ship is because of Klance, it's because Allura had just lost someone important and rebounded to Lance, and Lance constantly tried to be the rock for her that she wasn't ready to lean on. He finally had what he wanted from day 1, and realized that if he really wanted it to continue, he would have to change in ways he wasn't ready for.

If that kind of relationship gets a kiss, then Ezor and Zethrid should get one too. They spent their whole time on the show supporting and relying on each other.

#vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #tawny post #asks <3 #thanks for the ask! #ezor vld #vld ezor #zethrid #zethrid vld #acxa #vld acxa #veracxa #veronica mcclain #veronica vld

[superman--yoosung]

こんにちは！元気ですか？⬇️ I saw your taking matchups! so….I would like a Romantic Matchup for Mystic Messenger please? 어쨌든, 시작하자!

Hi @averagetoyakinnie, nice to meet you! Yours is one of the most vibrant and vividly-formatted asks I have ever seen (in a very positive way!) From one creative to another, I wish you all the best in your artistic endeavors!!

Your Mystic Messenger matchup is...................

707 !!

"Oh, Joey, I saw you were duo-ing with Seven in LOLOL the other day! You two have taken the top spots, that's impressive, hehe. But wait, why haven't either of you joined the Shooting Star guild with me?!"

To outsiders of the RFA, you and Luciel Choi seemed like a rather flashy couple. Bold fashion, Luciel's startlingly bright hair, and energetic personalities when combined - the two of you were impossible to miss whenever you cruised by in one of Seven's sports cars. To those in your circles, you were - well, you were still all those things. But you were also known to be considerate, knowledgeable, and highly creative. Out of all the members, it was often the two of you who were able to most consistently produce innovative solutions to problems that came up.

The love between the two of you already proved itself once - and Luciel couldn't wait to see what would come next in your shared story.

Fun details:

707 loves dressing up, so when he realizes your varied tastes in clothes, he'll start buying outfits that cater to those tastes. He'll send pictures of his cosplays (and crossplays) your way for you to critique the outfits and give your fashion input. Once you're an established couple, he will definitely go on a shopping splurge to buy matching outfits (and cosplays) in all the styles and brands you prefer. (And yes, that goes for Saeran, too - he's not going to be left out of this!) Honestly, this is a great way for Seven to bond with you; he thinks your taste in fashion is top tier.

Any time something you've had a hand in producing goes live, there will be an influx of posts about it on social media. Suspicious timing, you say? Seven has no idea what you're talking about. Nope. He definitely didn't make bots to promote your works the instant they're out. Why on earth would he do that? (Spoiler: he definitely did do all that.) If you take issue with the publicity, he'll stop, but only because he'll start spamming his own many socials with the information instead. His words and over-the-top lovey-dovey comments are still always sincere - he resonates with your works, and if you ever steal the headphones off his shoulders, don't be surprised to hear your music echoing back at you.

What with your humor and Seven's memeing, there is never a dull moment in the RFA chat. Even after Luciel tones it down later on, you two will always be a source of lively energy, especially when you're both together. You're able to bounce off one another's quips almost instantly, like it's second nature. You're also both very intelligent and knowledgeable. Yoosung will always come to you first, though, for help with subjects you know well; it's up to you whether you decide to help him, or do a little trolling.

Seven is delighted to find someone with as many varied interests as him; he will always take you up on an offer to join you in an activity you enjoy. He may be good at it, or he may absolutely suck at it - but he'll always give it a try and have fun with the process! Sometimes he'll pretend he's bad at something, too, like when he pretended not to know how to skateboard - but you see right through the act, because of how he handles himself in the small details. Either way, expect things to always be fun and full of laughter if he's tagging along.

Later on, your more artistic pursuits will be intriguing for Saeran to hear about and see in action. If you decide to share those interests with him, he will eventually come around to them, and if you ever put up a small gallery in your home of digital art or give a private concert for Luciel and he cries like a baby by the end of it - well, that's between the three of you.

You and Seven will sometimes switch to different languages while speaking or messaging. Sometimes it's to troll the rest of the RFA a bit, or annoy them, but sometimes it's just because one of you is bored or the thought you'd like to convey is better said in another language. Anyways, Luciel's door passwords are no match for you, so he's just going to have to learn Tagalog faster than you can if he wants to keep you out, isn't he?

Any and all of your date ideas are fine by Luciel. In fact, why not do multiple in a day? (He's a bit hesitant to leave Saeran alone, but as long as your most trusted maid is at home to babysit, he's down for anything and everything.) Expect many handmade gimmicks and knick-knacks from Saeyoung. Like the robo-cat, his gifts have dual purposes beyond just appearance, though sometimes while on a date, he'll sneak something simple home, like a flower you stared at for too long (yes, plucked straight from the neighbor's garden as is, he's a menace like that) or a keychain from your favorite anime. Enjoy these gifts - they are all given sincerely and with love!

When you give him a drawing for the first time, Seven is just... floored. What did he do to deserve something so precious and intimate? It will be his most treasured item, even long after you've settled into life together. He will take in every little detail, every sketched line or color, and his heart will never fail to skip a little faster than normal. This is, after all, the fruit of conscious effort and labor by you made with him in mind. It's proof that you think about him. It's proof you care. That's more than enough for him, yet you choose to share even more - and my, how it makes him realize how impossibly lucky he is.

It was love at first sight for Seven. The moment he saw you on that camera, he was gone. Your fashion, your looks, the way you carry yourself... He wasn't lying about the 2.35 seconds - he couldn't look away. And of course, over the time you spent on the messenger app and in person, he only fell deeper for you as he got to know your personality and soul. With you and Saeran by his side, Saeyoung thinks that - maybe, finally - he can finally learn what a true, happy family is meant to be. You are his source of hope.

~~I also thought of Yoosung for you, but I wasn't sure if you'd prefer that since he was in your kins. (And more importantly, he does the "You're just like XXXX" thing, which you mentioned you dislike.) Anyways, I hope this is to your liking!

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger matchups #mysme matchups #707 #707 x reader

[ladythornofrivia]

Endless Reds and Blues

(Here's the link for the synopsis and the chapter list--read chapter 1 first before reading current chapters I uploaded)

Pair: Kakucho x Reader (Warning: Inappropriate jokes and dialogue that includes bullying, gossiping and other things that aren't appropriate--dark content--for people under 18 (if you're under 18, I'm sorry but you can't read this)(Yes, I have to say it twice XD)

Author’s Note: If you read the update version of my bio, at the bottom, this series is only going to be in twelve chapters. Let me know if you want me to tag you whenever I write a new chapter (post a new chapter, I mean). I'm so pumped on getting another chapter out, and it's not even done yet. (Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

Chapter Four: Dolls in the House of Tenjiku

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"We're almost there." On the passenger's seat, the large man announced during a phone call. "Yes, we got everything you asked."

While you were listening to the conversation, you deleted every pictures and messages regarding to the previous discussion you had with your mother. You didn't want to add problems into a pile, so you had to make sure you leave no traces. And you made sure there were no spy cameras inside the limo.

With paranoia, you lower the brightness of your phone screen to dark, and thankfully, you have a screen protector on your smartphone that is also capable of anyone not invading your privacy.

Whoever these people are, and wherever they’re going to take you, there’s no point of backing out except to be five steps ahead on outsmarting these people by deleting traces regarding to your personal information. You log out from your social media accounts, and you deleted the apps. Thankfully, the path you’re heading was slightly long; you can hear the large man talking to the driver of the girl’s naked pictures that the large man kept bragging in the maximum of 2 minutes.

If only you’re extremely brave on jumping out of a moving vehicle, but you’re not part of Fast & Furious franchise or able to have skills like Tom Cruise when doing stunts.

And more importantly, what would you say to your parents? At this point, you feel as if death is coming to your door for trusting the person you don’t even know. You protested, but protesting doesn’t have as much of effect.

Basically, you did absolute idiotic.

“Where are we heading?”

No one answered.

“Fucking answer me, dammit!” Your hand slammed against the empty seat beside you.

“Quiet!” The driver said, steering the wheel.

“Just be a good girl, and you’ll find out soon enough,” the large man with weird angular brows and at the passenger’s seat said with a grin.

To your disadvantage, you whispered in English, “Fuck this shit,” as you angrily slumped back down at the brand-new leathered seat, peering at the glittered stars on the limo’s roof.

When the limo finally halted, the large man got off from his seat as you quickly—and quietly—shoved your phone away after you lower the volume to mute and silence the ringing mode, in case anyone calls.

You wanted to be clever—twice as clever, in order not to get caught by strangers who are trying to get you into their fancy limo. You were hoping that you’ll be alright in the end, that they’ll let you go.

You wanted to be in one piece, minus the trauma.

So you have to be clever and be strong. Giving away too much of your personality, and they’ll soon find out about you and what you do and what you like, even your parents.

Stay cool, (y/n), you said to yourself. If they get what they wanted, they’ll toss me aside. Yeah, they’ll just toss me aside. I mean, it usually works in superficial relationships and businesses, this is the one time where something positive comes in handy—they’re going to find out that I’m just a party-pooper—a boring, lame person—and they’ll get tired of me in 1.2 seconds and find other girls who are more interesting in everything in socializing.

The large man opened the side of the limo, signaling you to get out.

With a huff of steady breath, collecting your bag, you dismounted off of the limo with a fresh air breezed onto your face.

It’s still a bright afternoon.

In front of you, there’s a high-rise apartment, all stained with black glass and silver metals gleaming. It seems like you’re in the movie. Except it’s not.

“Get a move on, short lady,” he said, slightly shoving you, but not that kind of shove where you get bruises on your knees or dislocating your bones.

You huffed, feeling your lips dry and chapped, but licked your lips because wasting time wasn’t an option, as much as you wanted to kick the guy’s ass.

Stepping into the lobby, the receptionist’s bowed at the large man as he walked beside you. Even though you weren’t being held hostage by the grasp of one’s hand, you feel as if there’s an invisible shield between you and the large man that if you step out from the shield, he’ll grab you with no hesitation.

Ushering inside the glass elevator, you looked anywhere but the large man.

If only you also have a pencil with you to jabbed into his grubby hand if he’s tries to do anything funny. At this moment, you wanted to be as a good fighter as John Wick.

“Just tell me where we heading,” you said.

“Sorry, little lady, orders are orders,” he replied.

What a hypocrite. These are the kinds of people that you hate. They don’t fulfill their promises even when they said they’re going to do it.

Fine, I’ll find it out myself, you thought.

You’ll definitely bring a pencil next time.

The elevator announced that you’re in the 75th floor.

The doors opened, and before he could shove you again, you gave a glare into his eyes as a warning not to touch you.

He, of course, backed off. But keeps an eye on you.

Stopping at the 8 feet double doors, the large man in front pushed them open, revealing the maids with provocative designs on the frills—with so much skin showing—cleaning the designated rooms.

They all stopped at once and bowed to him before they resume on continuing their work once you and the large man are both gone.

Stopping the the grand wooden doors, and the large man knocked, as if angrily. But his serene face was the complete contrast.

“Boss,” he said.

The doors opened, revealing the people you weren’t expecting to see—given the circumstances, it all makes sense now.

It’s them, the one Himiko told you about.

Tenjiku.

Doors shut with a loud clang, and the silence proceeded; they were watching you with fascination.

“Take a seat,” the large man said.

Though you wanted to smack him in the face, you have to be cautious and smart at the situation you’re in.

With your eyes lowered on the ground, watching your steps, you climbed onto the short staircases, but a hand outstretched at your direction by the end.

Looking up, you caught the eye of the taller man with long, two-braided hair, violet eyes glistening to your grey ones.

“You must be (y/n) (l/n). I’m Ran Haitani, I’ve always wanted to meet you.”

“Hi,” is all you said.

“You have lovely eyes, especially your hair,” he commented. “Is it real?”

Behind him, you could see the man with the same hair color as Ran palmed himself over the face, groaning.

“It’s real—not a wig. Or a hair dye,” you told Ran.

Ran hummed, as if he’s purring. His eyes glued onto yours, watching if you’re going to react in your sheepish ways. You didn’t falter.

But it didn’t stop there.

Ran kissed your knuckles first, then your wrists, bopping his kisses and nose at every chance he gets.

“Ran,” his younger brother scolded.

“Oh, I almost forgot about you guys.” Then turned his attention to you. “Right this way.” He walked you with your hand atop of his, as if you’re in a ballroom, but he lead you to the seat.

“Why are you putting her at your favorite seat?” The young man with long silver hair asked.

“Because she looks good on my chair,” Ran explained in the most casual way.

“Why?”

“Because she looks good on my chair.”

“That doesn’t justify anything.”

“You guys are treating her as if she’s a criminal.”

Funny how you said that, Ran, you thought grimly.

“Ran, you never put any girl in your favorite seat,” another young man with violet eyes said.

“Not just any girl, Rindou,” Ran remarked with a smirk.

“Sorry about my brother,” Rindou said.

“Yeah, no problem,” you answered, crossing your leg over to the other.

The not-so tranquil silence came again. The air condition buzzing through the ceiling.

“So, are you guys going to kill me?”

Ran bewildered at your next words.

The rest of Tenjiku were still.

“Kill?”

“If you want to do it, do it quickly. I got nothing to lose.”

“What makes you say that?” The silver-hair man asked.

“Why don’t you go ask your fans,” you suggested, arms crossing. “They’ll give a thorough explanations to you. I’m sure they’ll come up with creative ways about how I’m the bad guy and they’re the hero, wanting to avenge their future husband.”

“Future?” the guy who smoked said while the one with large man with weird angular brows said, “Husband?” in unison.

“I’m sorry, husbands,” you corrected.

While Ran gave you a sympathetic look, the rest we’re still, still as a rock.

“You don’t deny, then,” you continued. “That you’re having a good time on me getting harassed by your future wives?”

Another silence expanded. Taking at each and everyone of the young men. They’re resembled as dolls—all sophisticated and well-cared for.

“Seriously, why the hell am I here? Oh, wait, let me guess, I have to keep talking until I slip something out? Or let me take another guess, you want to beat the shit out of me, just like how every girl in the school wanted to happen?”

Not a sound came from them.

Creepy vibes are coming through. If you’re in a horror, you want to be excluded from the narrative.

“Silent treatment, huh? So be it.” You stood up from Ran’s seat. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now. You guys are wasting my time, looking all dolled up and shit. If you want to stand there and daydream about something, go do it in your personal time, not when a person is talking to you.”

Ran clapped his hands, as he threw his head back with laughter. “There she is! I knew she’d say something great!"

Behind the mahogany desk, finishing up the dorayaki, he uncrossed his legs from the large office chair, and strode by. The group of men parted for the short man to cross and went over to you.

Before you get to walk away, the man with dread-colored in his eyes, his white locks swayed munched the second dorayaki in his left hand, he placed his left slipper at Ran’s armchair as you sat down.

He take a good look of you. Swallowing, his right hand reached your hair, gradually his fingers trailed it downward to your jawline, then the tip of your chin, elevating you gaze higher to his.

Taking one last munch, he said, “Have we met before?”

This shocked the members.

“What the hell are you implying,” you uttered, scooting back. But you caught the pink-haired man putting you still with the katana raised.

“I advised you to respect the heavenly king,” he said.

“I’m sorry, did I hear you say, ‘Please hit me again with the book?’”

Ran and his brother snickered, which caused Sanzu’s anger flared.

“Speaking of which, where’s my book?” you asked, directing your eyes at Ran. “My bookshelf was completely missing its piece. And I don’t want to buy another copy.”

“I told you she’s going to expect you to give her book back,” Ran’s younger brother scolded, nudging Ran with the elbow.

“Well,” Ran said. “can you blame me, Rindou? I like her when she’s not in angry mode.”

You smiled underneath the gritted teeth. “You know you could’ve just return it to me instead of me going all the way here. Unless someone wants to volunteer on buy the exact copy of my book—better yet, another cover edition of the book. I don’t mind. You break my belongings, you buy it. You guys are gonna have to go somewhere far and fetch it.”

Sanzu pressured the katana at your neck, but not enough to draw the blood.

“Go ahead, kill me,” you said to Sanzu.

“Don’t pull that shit on me,” he said.

“Pull what? I’m just giving you a chance to spill bloodshed here.”

“I wouldn’t encourage him, if I were you,” the man with a blonde mohawk and a large tattoo on his left face said.

You said nothing, focusing back onto Sanzu.

“Stand down, Sanzu,” the king said.

At once, Sanzu shoved the katana in the sheath.

Ah, there it is—the mad dog.

“Tell me why I’m here? Am I here because you want me to become as your servant?”

The men all looked at their Boss in anticipation.

“No,” the king said. “Because we’re here to make an offer.”

An offer?

“What kind of offer?” you said.

“You’re going to associate with us.”

You shook your head in confusion. “As your servant?”

“Not as a servant, as an extension of associating with us.”

“Meaning?”

“Those rules you heard your classmates were talking about—the no touching or stand near other than 3 inches.”

“And?”

“Since no other girl has an extension of privileges of going near us, we’ll give you one.”

“As an exchange to what?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Don’t say a bunch of crap you don’t mean. If it’s money, fine. I’ll go work on that.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“What then? You can’t put cryptic words for me to figure out or manipulate me into thinking that you’re on my side,” you said, as you followed the king, who went back sitting on his office chair, munching the third dorayaki.

Sanzu blocked you from going at his king’s desk, though you scoot over to the side and saw Izana drinking juice.

“You’ll just have to associate with us from now on. From now on, you’re my new friend.”

Sanzu looked at him with shock.

Bewildered, you choked. “Come again?”

“Mochi, bring her the book she asked for,” the king said.

“Yes, Izana.” Mochi went outside of the personal office as the maids offered you a drink, but you refused.

“Mochi? As in a name of a dessert?” you said, ludicrous. “Fine, I’ll do it,” you said, sitting down across from Izana. “But on three conditions.”

“Three?!” some of the members are shocked.

“That’s too much.”

“Not as much as a billion conditions—this isn’t an iPhone’s terms and conditions,” you said.

“Name them,” Izana said, somewhat dared, and it’s Kokonoi’s turn to do the negotiations. After all, he’s good with them besides with money and deals.

Thinking about the conditions, you grabbed a pen and a paper nearby you and wrote them down.

You cleared your throat. “The first condition is you got to tell your precious fangirls to stay away from me and my friend, Himiko—and no threats, scheming, and ransacking my shoe locker, my desk or my other belongings.”

Kokonoi’s brows furrowed. “Himiko?”

“The one who accidentally spilled a drink on Sanzu,” you clarified. “And your other associate.”

“Continue.” Kokonoi anticipated.

“Whenever there’s an english test and lesson coming on each day in the school hours, I don’t wish to partake on giving them answers or help them.”

“Why’s that?” the man with the cigarette asked.

“Because they want to cheat by using my english skills—they want an easy way out, after they constantly harassed me.”

He nodded at your reason in agreement.

“My last condition is…whatever I say and do, please understand why I chose to do it. To give an extension, if I said that I don’t want to associate with someone who hurts me or anyone I befriend with, I want to walk out from this. But don’t be petty and take revenge on it. Don’t stalk me, don’t try to get even and don’t try to threaten me. Don’t hurt anyone I knew in my life. Being civil is what you can do.”

The members looked at Kokonoi in anticipation.

“Okay,” Kokonoi said. “But on one condition…”

“Go ahead.”

“When it comes to lunch, we want you to be with us. And study with us with English subject—we won’t give away your credibility and hard work to your classmates or anyone else in the school.”

“I think you already mentioned that beforehand—you know, the whole “you must associate with us schtick.’”

“And you’re going to be with us whenever we have a new party coming up.”

“I dislike parties.”

“Your negotiations are going to be retracted,” Kokonoi said.

“Fine, I’ll go, but I want to have certain food at the party—ones that I haven’t eat before. So try to surprise me. And if any girl or guys tries to bully me or harass me, I need someone to be with me and that guy has to take them out, no matter what. And I least want to have a show or movie night sometimes. And I hate pool parties, so I wanted an extravagant, fancy party like one of those films I kept seeing. Those sophisticated parties is what I liked.”

“Okay, then,” Kokonoi said, typing. Printing and signing the contract, Kokonoi provided you with the 0.5 ball pen for you to sign also. He had two copies; one for you and one for him. “I also put in here that you never hit anyone with the book. It might ruin your property. Just a slap on the face will do.”

“I wasn’t expecting this,” you said, lifting the paper.

Kokonoi threw a perplexed expression. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“I thought you’re going to make me have to swore an oath by doing a blood oath.”

“Yeah, our hands are too important,” Rindou said. “Sanzu wanted to do the whole blood oath because it looks cool.”

“But we objected it,” the man with cigarette said.

“Takeomi did the right thing. Besides I don’t want to see your pretty skin bleeding,” Ran said, winking at you.

“Okay,” you said, turning back to Kokonoi.

“So do we have deal?” He asked.

“It’s a deal.” Once you signed, your hand outstretched for Kokonoi to shake. He took yours and ended it with a kiss on the back of your hand.

“In the morning, Kakucho will pick you up on the way to school.” You looked at Kakucho, who looked at you back almost softly. You almost forgot about him since he kept quiet throughout the whole conversations and negotiations between you and Bonten.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him being shirtless talking to a girl who barely wears anything than a tank top and a thong. And he knows where you live now, so there’s no point in hiding.

You gave him a smile; Kakucho gave a slight bow with the inclination of his neck in return.

“Good to see you again, (y/n),” Ran said, giving you a peck on the cheek.

One glanced at Kakucho, his eyes dimmed.

Mochi gave you the book back—all in a pristine condition.

“Thank you,” you said.

Mochi acknowledged with a soft grunt.

“Is there anything else regarding to the conditions?” Kokonoi asked.

You look back at the paper, and said, “I want free lunch. And I want an Iron Throne to sit on.”

Kokonoi squinted his eyes.

“Just kidding,” you added with a cheeky smile.

Kokonoi dipped his head and it’s a signal for you to go.

You got up, and Shion followed you. “I’ll take you back to the elevator.”

Before you exit through the opened grand doors, you said, looking back at them with a slight giggle. “Have I ever told you guys that you all look like cats?”

*~~*~~*

Shion escorted you to the elevator, gave you and Kakucho a wave of goodbye before heading back to the group.

“What do you think of her?” Shion asked.

“I’m in love,” Ran said, and Rindou slapped him on the back. “She smells like strawberry.”

“But Boss, what you said earlier,” Kokonoi said, “where have you seen her?”

“I didn’t know you guys know each other,” Takeomi said.

Izana turned his back on everyone and gazed at the window where he could see you getting in front of Kakucho’s Porsche, and the atmosphere gloomed when he uttered, “Emma.”

“Emma?” Some members questioned. But Sanzu knew who Mikey was talking about.

For the first time, Izana’s hollowed eyes are filled with gleam and blur.

“She came back to life as a different person.”

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[curatorofvibes]

Sun in 4th House Overlay (Once Upon A Time)

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Artwork by amusvision.

Synastry. Don’t let astrology limit you, you can have the relationship you dream of!

Settle.

First, I would like to state that I am not an astrologer. I’m writing this description or whatever you’d like to call this because I created a playlist based on this synastry overlay. My process of creating playlists is like an author writing a book. For this reason I wanted to write this short story (or whatever you’d like to call this) to explain my song choices into my own words based off of the research I did on the Sun being in someone’s fourth house. Just in case it is not visible, I have provided 3 links in my description of the fourth song of this playlist to help you gain a better understanding of my thoughts/imagination when curating this playlist. If you have any experience with this overlay or if you are an astrologer, let me know your thoughts and experience because I genuinely am interested.

Illuminating (Sun) your home (4th House).

The Sun person is lighting up the home of the Fourth House person. By this I mean that the Sun person is involved in the Fourth House person's family life, home, and space in general. With them illuminating and being so prideful of this part of the Fourth House person's life, they make them feel good about their home, family, where they're from and the foundation of who they are today. The Fourth House person finds comfort in the Sun person's pride in them. This makes them open to being more vulnerable with the Sun person. During my research I learned that the Fourth House person makes the Sun person feel comfortable with sharing their inner creativity. The Fourth House person lays down a stable foundation for the Sun person to share their creative pursuits without the external influence of anything outside of themselves. The Fourth House person makes the Sun person feel free from judgment. To get deeper into the vulnerability of this synastry overlay we should talk about how vulnerability can lead to trust issues. The fourth house is known as your Nadir or Imun Coeli (Latin for “bottom of the sky”) better yet known as your IC. This part of your chart is the part that you keep closest to your heart, because it is essentially the home that you retreat to when you’re going through growing pains or when you wanna feel comforted. If the Sun person lights up the Fourth House person's place of retreat before they’re ready to open up those doors, it can be extremely uncomfortable and scary for the Fourth House person. Think of it as you having a room in your home filled with memories in the form of pictures or moving images, like the moving portraits in Hogwarts. These moving portraits are filled with the sunny moments of your life, but also the gloomy moments of your life. You alone have the key to this room. You allow someone into your home, but they find the key, enter the room, turn on the light, and begin viewing all of these memories without your consent. This person is actively disrespecting your boundaries and breaking your trust. Yes, you allowed them into your home, but you never gave them permission to unlock those doors filled with the foundation of who you are today. That is sort of what the Sun in the fourth house synastry overlay is like. Which is why it is important to establish and respect each other's boundaries and be patient with one another. Trust that in time, the Fourth House person will let you see those parts of themselves when they are ready. When this time does come around the Fourth House person starts to make space and time for the Sun person to be a part of their home, until they eventually become each other's home.

Okay, now to get into the playlist I created and the story it tells based off of this synastry overlay. The playlist (can be found by pressing the link at the bottom of this post) contains 5 songs put all together to create a 19 minute long vibe with the subtitle “Settle.”

The first song of this playlist is Undivided by Roy Woods. I wanted to start this playlist off with this song as a representation of the Fourth House person, someone who isn’t a homebody being hit by this Sun in the fourth house overlay. The Fourth House person finds themselves wanting to stay home with the Sun person. Staying home cooking with them or cuddling them, just being domesticated with them in general becomes more interesting and exciting than going out and being around others. This is described from the start of the song with the lyrics:

“I don't party on Friday night.”

“I don't party on Saturday no more.”

“I ain't hit the club, drinking at the crib with the bros, pinching all the ounce from the plug.”

It becomes a point where you look forward to just being alone with your partner because as Roy mentions, “Mind is clear when we lay down. Shorty understands me, I'm safe in your arms now. First time for a lot of things now, shorty you got me weak.” The “first time” line and the “safe in your arms” line in connection to this playlist refers back to the first few lines of not going out no more and being okay with your lifestyle changing for this person to become a (hopefully) permanent part of your life. To me, the “you got me weak” line is saying that your partner has broken down your walls and though that can typically feel scary, with trust in the Sun person, it feels reassuring to finally be understood by someone who knows what you are thinking and feeling intuitively. This is also mentioned in the lines of Roy’s mind being clear and from the chorus of the song, “She understands me, what goes on in my life, what goes on in my mind.” The Fourth House person has formed a deep emotional connection and sometimes an emotionally dependent and addictive connection with the Sun person due to how intimate and nurturing this overlay feels, to the point where the Fourth House person gives the Sun person all of them, this is seen here, “They said you should take time, that's why I'm giving her mine and it's undivided.” At the end of verse 2 when Roy says, “I've told you about the things I'm scared of and they don't trouble you and that's because you understand me.” The Fourth House person has exposed themselves to the Sun person, sharing their deepest secrets with them and since this is the fourth house, opening up about their family and their traumas to them. The Sun person makes the Fourth House person feel at ease and secure, so they don’t mind pouring out their heart and soul to them and becoming an open book when it comes to the Sun person. The Fourth House person is not afraid to be vulnerable. It feels as if you both were meant to find each other in this lifetime because of how instant the connection is and how familiar it all feels. The outro of this song puts emphasis on how both the Sun and the Fourth House person feels this intimate and familial connection with each other with Roy repeating the line, “you wanted it as much as I”…

The second song of this playlist is also the namesake of the subtitle of this “Once Upon A Time” story, it is Settle by BAYNK and Sinéad Harnett. I used this song as a representation of the Sun person. The first 2 lines, “It’s not what you say to me. No, it’s just the way that you say it to me.” Represents the familiarity that the Sun person feels with the Fourth House person. The Fourth House person brings out a feeling of comfort, a feeling that nothing is wrong and you’re safe with them. In relation to this song in this playlist, this comfort can be felt simply through their words. There is a gut feeling that they were meant to be with one another. It can feel as if you’re not meeting each other for the first time, but simply picking up from where you left off. The line “I saw the best part of me inside you.” Represents the Sun person's heart becoming elevated by the Fourth House person's soul. The Fourth House person is an open book and vulnerable with the Sun person, as represented by the first song of this playlist, Undivided. This in turn, leads to the Sun person being able to see themselves in the Fourth House person. As a result of this, the Sun person feels very protective of the Fourth House person and wants to become a caretaker for them. They want to provide a home whether that be within themselves or literally, for the Fourth House person. They would do anything to make sure that the Fourth House person feels safe and content when they’re together. The Sun person would defend the Fourth House person with their life. This is also seen in this line from the chorus, “I promise you, I’ll protect you forever.” These next lines from verse 2, “Yeah, you really get me into my zone. Loving you only feels right.” Represents the Sun person feeling like they are meant to be with the Fourth House person. From the beginning of this connection, it feels as if you are home through the overall sense of security that this synastry overlay carries, and this is felt by both the Sun and the Fourth House person. This is a quiet kind of love, one where you lay seaside on a towel reading a book together or short trips spent in the car singing along to your favorite songs. Anything to have this person remain a constant in your day-to-day life, “If you want me to, I'll stick with you, we’ll settle”…

The third song of this playlist is Take It Home by Alina Baraz. I wanted to use this song as a representation of both the Sun person and the Fourth House person because I feel like the message I’m trying to convey with this song based on the Sun In the fourth house synastry overlay can be applied vice-versa. Not only is it a representation of both, but it is most importantly a representation of the mindfulness that I recommend having with this connection. It is, after all, one of the three water houses (4th, 8th, 12th) and on top of that being an angular/cardinal house (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th). The water houses are primarily emotional in nature. Once these houses are activated in synastry, emotions are brought to the surface, you’re more vulnerable and can easily become codependent with the need to merge. The angular/cardinal houses are primarily introspective in nature. Once these houses are activated in synastry, the person activating it will have an influential impact in your lifetime. You will instantly experience them and it will lead to getting more familiar with your soul and subconscious. Now that we’ve established that, let’s get into the lyrics of this song and it’s connection to the Sun in the fourth house synastry overlay:

“I just wanna figure out somewhere you could take me, I been stressin’ lately.” To me this line represents relying on your person to be your escape, the one person that is your home and your comfort. You’re aware of the fact that your person understands you, wants to take care of you, and protect you in any way possible, so you lean onto them because of the safety and familiarity that they exude. This next line is from the pre-chorus, “We could take it slow, won’t you say it?” Since you both want to be there for each other and be each other’s constant, you’re both taking on the responsibility of being gentle and patient with each other. But the one thing you should be mindful of is the fact that as a result of this being an angular/cardinal house, it can be extremely uncomfortable when this is activated. Sometimes it can lead to trust issues and maybe you’re simply just not ready to let someone into those parts of yourself. Regardless of you not being ready to open up, since this is a water and angular/cardinal house, these feelings just seem to easily spill over the surface and it feels like your person is able to read you as if you’re an open book. It is the responsibility of both partners to set clear boundaries and try to move at a slow pace to build comfort and trust for one another. This next line is also from the pre-chorus, “‘Cause I know you know that you feel it in your soul.” Both the Sun and the Fourth House person are aware of this connection, and to me, this line is a representation of water house synastry in general. It always feels soul-deep. As if your bodies aren’t meeting one another, but your souls are. To me, verse 2 represents the establishment of boundaries and patience that I recommended you should have when talking about the pre-chorus of this song, “You say that you want someone to hold, I just wanna get you all alone. You just gotta say it, don’t you keep me waiting.” Well maybe the “Don’t you keep me waiting.” line isn’t an example of patience, but it is a representation of moving at the pace of the other person by mentioning, “You just gotta say it.” as in, the ball is in your court. Before I end this song's breakdown of this playlist, I just wanna ask, doesn't the instrumental of this song remind you of a fairytale or is it just me? Okay, now the outro I feel doesn’t need much of an explanation as to why I added it in here, “You just gotta take it home”…

The fourth song of this playlist is Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County. I really love this song, it’s so precious and beautiful to me. This song in relation to this playlist is meant to be seen from the Sun person's perspective. Immediately from the first line, “The great protector, is that what I’m supposed to be?” The Sun person — as mentioned when discussing the second song of this playlist, Settle — feels very protective of the Fourth House person. They take on the responsibility of being the protector and safe haven for the Fourth House person, even without being asked to do so. From the first verse, “Seventy-mil projector, I can show you everything.” The mention of a 70-millimeter projector refers to the high resolution films that use 70-mm film formats in order to capture a larger in size and wider aspect ratio, in comparison to the standard 35-mm film format. 70-mm films are considered better and special because the film comes out sharper, bigger, and more stable in image. Even though a 70-mm film is considered better, they’re not commonly produced because they’re far more expensive and it takes more work to present. If you would like to know more about the significance of 70-mm films and how they came to be, here are two links. (This first link leads to a YouTube video that is about 1 minute long and this second link leads to a YouTube video that is about 12.5 minutes long.) In relation to this song and this overlay, the Sun person is letting the Fourth House person know that they can show them and offer them more than anyone ever has. Normal and average is not what their baby deserves, no, they believe that the Fourth House person deserves the best there is to offer and they’re willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that they have it and get to experience it with them. “And we’re on our way to glory, where the show won’t ever end. And the encore lasts forever and it’s time we’re due to spend.” Keeping up with the theme of films, we see actors and actresses receive praise and glory for their work and they gain a certain level of protection where from the outside looking in, they seem untouchable. It seems like they receive the best that life has to offer. The Sun person is letting the Fourth House person know that with them, the feeling of glory, receiving the best that life has to offer, praise, and being their protector will always remain a constant because, “I’ll gladly say again, I hope the encore lasts forever. Now there’s time for us to spend.” From Verse 2, “Spending the years together, growing older every day (every day). I feel at home when I’m around you.” With this being a fourth house synastry overlay, this couple tends to want to spend a lot of time with each other. The “growing older every day” line truly is fitting to me because when I think of fourth house synastry, I immediately start picturing the scene from Inception when Cobb and Mal grow old together. It is quite a precious synastry overlay. You truly just want to find a way to fit into each other's lives and stay there forever. You spend time in each other’s homes and with each other’s families. Time spent doting on and in the comfort of one another. This couple finds a home within each other. “And it’s sublime with you.” How can you want to be with anyone else when every moment with your significant other is so exceptional? Nothing compares to the way that you feel when you’re with them. Continuing verse 2, “This right here still feels like a honeymoon. When you say my name, nothing’s changed.” Years may pass, but with the Fourth House person, the Sun person remains in the honeymoon phase with their love.

During my research it was mentioned that for some, this synastry overlay either happens very early or very late in your life. For this reason, this next line from verse 2 is for the ones reading this who has or is experiencing this synastry overlay early on in their life, “I’m still a boy inside my thoughts, am I meant to understand my faults?” With a relationship happening so early on in your life, it can lead to you not taking it seriously and just being a kid because… you technically are. While writing about the third song of this playlist, Take It Home, I mentioned the emotional and introspective nature that a fourth house synastry overlay can have on the people experiencing it. Being so young and having to deal with such heavy emotions, it’s not something that you’re going to take seriously, and in my opinion, that is okay. To me, you should live your childhood being as youthful as possible. Allow yourself the freedom to simply be and play. “As soon as I'm old enough (old enough to understand).” When you grow older you can look back on it and take the time to understand your faults and hopefully grow from it to become a better person. But for now, I say, don’t worry and just let yourself be in the present moment.

This next line is from the outro and it kind of connects (once again) back to the second song of this playlist, Settle, “It’s you that knows my darkness, and you know my bedroom needs. You could blast me and my secrets, but there’s probably just no need.” The Sun person feels comfortable with the Fourth House person and confides in them. They’re aware of the risk taken with being so vulnerable with the Fourth House person, but they also know that the Fourth House person is just as deeply sensitive towards them. Just like the Fourth House person, the Sun person also has a room filled with moving portraits (honestly, we all do), and the Sun person somehow finds comfort in the Fourth House person viewing their moving portraits. They know that with the Fourth House person, they won’t be judged, but loved for who they truly are. In turn, the Sun person wants to show the Fourth House person their darkness, express their bedroom needs, and secrets. To add onto this, in my research it was mentioned that because the Fourth House person compliments the Sun person with their nurturing energies, your ego and intuition can become well-balanced with each other. Through this, you tend to be the most authentic and pure version of yourselves with each other, this helps with loving one another's heart, mind, body and soul. Just like the previous song, the instrumental of this song (starting from the 2:45 mark) also reminds me of a fairytale. This line is from the outro, “Stay forever, you know more than anyone”…

The fifth and final song of this playlist is over and over by sky. I wanted to use this song as a representation of the Fourth House person and how the Sun person consumes them. Starting with verse 1, “Put my hands around your shoulders, that's the way that I hold ya. I could lay with you forever, baby, oh.” The Fourth House person can’t help but want to touch the Sun person. It’s almost a feeling of wanting to crawl into your partner's skin just to forever be a part of them and never miss a waking moment. This is the synastry overlay where you would suggest that a couple probably has separation anxiety because they never seem to be apart from each other. They will always find a way to touch each other, and if they can’t do that, they won't be too far from one another. For example, they’re cooking together, you’re not gonna hold hands with your partner (or maybe they will find a way lol), but it could be a scenario where one person is cooking while the other is sitting in the kitchen with them in a comfortable silence or talking to each other. If not that, then they’re both in the kitchen cooking and while one person slices the vegetables, the other is seasoning the meat. Whatever domestic scenario you can think of, this couple will find a way to do it together. These next lines are from verse 2, “Put your hoodie over my head. Stay and talk to me in my bed, think we finally found the real thing, baby.” Anything that has to do with the Sun person, the Fourth House person wants it to be a part of them. They’re game. They will find a way to be around each other, for things that you wouldn’t imagine two people could do, they would find a loophole to that. The Sun person brings out the youthful aura in the Fourth House person. They’re not afraid to say “Hold me.” or express their deepest feelings, and the Sun person welcomes those feelings with open arms. They don’t only want to share your sunny moments, they want you to find comfort in them to express your gloomy moments as well. They want to make it all better for you. The Sun person makes the Fourth House person feel as if nothing is wrong and becomes the Fourth House person's comfort zone. From the chorus, “I'm fallin' everyday, something came over me, I'd give you everything.” To me, the chorus expresses how everyday you find more of a reason to love your partner and stick by them. Even when those butterflies that you had at the beginning of the relationship fly away, you still find more reasons to stay and to love your partner. You want to be the best version of yourself for them. If it means them staying, you would give them anything and everything that you could possibly give, “Over and over again”…

The Sun and the Fourth House person found a home within one another where their moving portraits could “Settle” and they lived Happily Ever After…

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[unreadpoppy]

you had such a good ask that i'm stealing it to send back to you haha:

random oc question: How did you come up with gwen? Are there any inspirations from other characters/people? Is there any part of your own personality that you imbue in them? And also, how did you come up with the name?

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YES I SENT THAT ASK WITH THE INTENTION YOU'D SEND IT BACK MY PLAN WORKED HAHAHA

But anyways *cracks knuckles*

under the cut cause it got long

So Gwen was a character I created for a dnd campaign. Originally, I was going to use another character in that game but the DM kinda inimidated me a bit (in the sense of vibes) so I decided to go make a new character.

A long time ago I had seen a post that was something like if a witch made a deal with someone to have their first born and then the same person had a child with a devil and now they had a custody battle or whatever, that post was the inspiration for Gwen. I was like 'what if I make a warlock, which I've wanted to play for a long time, whose patron is their dad, inspired by that post?' and that's how Gwen came to be (i remember even checking about tiefling parents and DnD 3.5e i think had something about being the child of a human and a devil so i just showed that to the dm and she was like ok).

I don't remember using any other characters as inspiration for Gwen (consciously at least, bc some times I do catch myself comparing her a bit with jester from CR), but, a lot of her personality is a mix of my personality traits (I was attempting to lift myself up a bit by making a character that had some of my 'positive' personality traits) and things I wish I could be so like, Gwen is very talkative, she says what comes to her mind, she's sassy, she's creative, she has a sweet tooth, that's all from me, but her being a high charisma character, who will talk to anyone, her always willing to go a crazy adventure and have 0 caution, that's very like 'things I'd never do' sort of thing (especially cause I do have social anxiety and making Gwen was also a way for me to try and 'combat' that).

And this also goes into her physical appearence. Cannonicaly (bc BG3 doesn't have fat body types), Gwen is a big girl/plus size, because once again, this was me trying to make me feel better about myself and my body (reminder that gwen was conceived in 2021, so pandemic was going around, I was in my last year of high school and my mental health was in the gutter). The fact that she is pink is definetly due to the fact that I used to be a pink hater and i was like 'ok i want to stop hating pink so let me make this character that color' and it worked lol.

Finally the reason why her name is Gwendolyn Gray. So, one of my favorite cartoon shows growing up was Total Drama Island and my fav character was the goth Gwen, and for some reason, I had put in my head that the TDI gwen was short for Gwendolyn, and also because I liked Gwendoline Christie and completely forgot how to correctly spell her name and ended up with Gwendolyn. The gray came about because I wanted to give her a surname and I couldn't think of anything, then as I looked around my room, I saw my copy of 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and was like "Gray... Gwendolyn Gray...it has a nice ring to it"

#thanks for falling in my trap Void #gwendolyn is part of the duo of characters i made in 2021 that have a tight grip on me #ask answered

[sprnklersplashes]

oh my god literally forgot to do this anyway

jd & heather duke for the character ask game <3

under the cut bc long

jd

favorite thing about them: god he is my favourite type of villain. I am obsessed with when love turns to devotion and it turns to obsession and it turns to "I will burn the world just to dig you out of it". fuck yeeaaaah. and he's also hilarious

least favorite thing about them: the fact that he hurts veronica.

favorite line: "but the sky's gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls" bc I listened to freeze your brain for the first time in ages yesterday

brOTP: am I allowed to say claire? is that self-centered? but also jd+martha, writing them was one of my favourite parts of nbr. in another life they are 110% the best of friends.

OTP: jdronica. do I want them to be happy and hhealthy and completely in love? yes. do I want to watch them burn the world down? yes. and yes, that is the same joke I made when I did veronica. I'm unoriginal like that.

nOTP: don't have one

random headcanon: I feel I mostly have headcanons for nbr!verse jd but he and claire jokingly watch hallmark movies for the sole purpose of making fun of them

unpopular opinion: idk if this counts as unpopular but I feel like heathers fans have a tendency to erase his complexities by making him a "whiny emo asshole" with no bite. he is fundamentally a character driven by the emotions he's repressed for so long (rage at his dad, intense passion for the first person who makes him feel something ie. veronica) and that's why he is so dangerous.

song i associate with them: i mean, if we're talking nbr!jd then dear parents and family line. canon!jd... hoax by taylor swift.

heather duke

favorite thing about them: how post-chandler's death she takes zero shit. and yes, her talking down to jd because it's hilarious.

least favorite thing about them: less about 'her' and more about the writing but damn the musical short-changed her and I wish they'd shown more of her need for control and just overall made her more sympathetic.

favorite line: "This little twat, trying to steal my spot as third from the top of my high school!" and yes its from the la run from 11 years ago what about it. (she call veronica pretty in the same verse btw

brOTP: I like the idea of her building a more healthy friendship with mac post-canon. and also veronica.

OTP: don't massively ship her with anyone but..... dukesaw? dukesaw.

nOTP:

random headcanon: aromantic! aromantic! also-while this is primarily based on inez herself-kpop stan.

unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one.

song i associate with them: anti-hero by taylor swift

favourite picture of them:

wasn't gonna do the picture bc I thought I didn't have any but then I remembered this and omg! women! inez budd! also inez is probably my favourite duke and during nsua when I saw it she honestly felt joyful and it was a take I honestly love!

#sorry there's so little for duke I promise I do like her #also sorry in advance if the claire mentions do something for u moon #willofadeadgirl