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Please, if you care about Palestine, please boycott The Chosen and Angel Studios
🍉 Masterpost with links to help Palestine 🍉
The Chosen Boycott Twitter acc with a direct fundraiser link, to send direct aid into Palestine 🇵🇸
For those who dont know, The Chosen is a biblical series about the life of Jesus of Nazareth and his disciples. A series about palestinian jew, who grew up in constant displacement, who fought in a pacifist way, against the roman imperialism during their colonization of Palestinian and surrounding territories.
He was heavily against the abuse of authority, the inhuman mistreatment of people , helping the poor and sick, gave a hand and ate with outcasts, never turning away from people who needed aid.
Palestinians are currently, and for the past decades facing constant displacement, abuse of unrecognized authority, falling to sickness and are in much needed humanitarian aid.
A series about the life of a historical palestinian jewish man should not be created and acted out by zionists.
The confirmed list of cast memebers suporting Israel are:
Dallas Jenkins (Creator, producer and writer)
Elijah Alexander (Actor, in the role of Atticus)
Shahar Isaac (Actor in the role of Simon Peter.) He was called into the Israeli military to participate in the genocide and was spotted in recent days in London for the S4 premiere)
David Amito (Actor in the role of John the Baptiser) (He has shown support for both Israel and Gaza, but seems to be mostly neutral to the situation)
[The list will be updated until there's confirmation of other people or statements issued from other cast and production members]
*This series is being funded primarily through fan donations. They're currently have a goal of 48 Million for the future season 5. Do not give them anymore money and urge others to NOT donate!!*
Just because the episodes are free on their app, does not mean its fine to watch them there. Nothing is ever truly for free. Especially when one of the cast members potentially has blood on their hands.
While the series has its own app from which to watch the episodes for free, theyre still going to release the episodes on theatres starting on February 1st.
The less views and users they recieve on their app, the better. Do not buy from their merch store. Do not go to the theaters and urge your friends and family who happen to be fans and are interested, to not go watch it.
Please, even if you are not religious, even if you've never even heard of this show before, please share this around. We cannot allow these people to make money, praising the life of a jewish palestinian (even if they don't want to admit he was) while ignoring what is happening in Palestine.
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Kiss me hard before you go ✮⋆˙
✧ pairing: College Student!Fyodor x Fem!Reader
✧ nonnie requested: Hiii! Your work is amazing. If you have the time I'd like to request a collage AU Fyodor x reader. Where Fyodor is like the typical "star student" who is popular but doesn't really care much for most people in the school. And then a new student comes around who has the potential to rival him in both popularity and studies, but instead he falls deeply inlove (like, he is whipped) after meeting her during one of his chess sessions with Dazai (reader and Dazai are friends). But reader kind of only takes Fyodor's advances as a technique to manipulate her and ignores them. If you want to do a one shot it could be, for example, about reader getting in trouble with a teacher, first time meeting, a party, confession, first kiss or everything in one. But headcanons/scenarios are also greatly appreciated. You can take away some parts if needed and I'm okey with nsfw, if you want to go there. And understand fully if this gets ooc, delusion is my favorite poison :)
✧ word count: 3.7k
✧ contents: nsfw, fingering (f!receiving), praise, teasing, Fyodor is ooc, slight public fingering, roughness (if you squint). If I missed any warnings please kindly let me know!
✧ author's note: nonnie, I love you so much for bringing all of these ideas, they’re all so so amazing. I twisted it a bit, taking away some things and adding others, but hope you like it either way<3
The class was highly boring. The teacher's explanation has long been ignored by almost everyone inside the small classroom— Some people were chatting silently in the back of the class, others even playing cards underneath the desk and others simply sleeping.
Well, it seems like either she has very bad sight or just decides to ignore lazy students since they probably won't listen even after she threatens to send them to the principal's office.
You, sitting almost in the front row, couldn't enjoy slacking off because she would most likely notice and find it disrespectful, which would eventually lead to getting in trouble.
But the sleepiness was starting to get you.
You were resting your face against your palm, eyelids heavy as you fought to stay awake.
Slowly, the teacher's voice seemed to grow distant.
Before you can gladly slip into the land of dreams, someone kicks your foot, making you flinch awake once more. Turning to your side, Dazai was chuckling.
“I don't want you getting in trouble y’know? You still have to come with me to my chess session after class.” He flashes you a mocking pout before returning his attention to the teacher— He wasn't listening either, after all, he had earbuds on.
Oh, right, you promised Dazai to go to his chess session because he "would feel lonely if his bestie is not there”. Actually, he probably just wanted to show off his abilities since he knew you lack of understanding in chess. At least that's what you thought.
Dazai told you he usually has this session with Dostoevsky, the top student with the best grades on campus. Nobody truly knows who of the two is the best, but no one can deny their big brains. You inevitably roll your eyes at the thought of two smarties having a deep conversation in front of you during their chess game.
The two of them were popular, though Fyodor doesn't seem to care about it. He doesn't want more friends than the two weirdos he's with, nor does he care about having a good relationship with other people on the campus— When someone asks him for help about a certain subject, he shoves them off by telling them “Go ask the teacher about it.”
Dazai on the other hand, it's much more social and gets along with almost everyone, but he has very few people whom he really trusts. You are one of them.
The bell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. Everyone stood up as quickly as they could to leave this tedious class and get some fresh air. Sadly, you had to face yet another unamusing event.
You took a deep breath.
Maybe this wasn't too bad? You had to think positively. Maybe you could even learn something from these two nerds.
You stretched your arms up, relaxing your muscles and letting out a soft groan before standing up from your chair and putting your things back in your bag. Dazai did too, and after you two had gathered your things, you left the classroom.
You don't know Fyodor at all. Other than knowing he's fighting for the Top Student position with Dazai and that he has two friends— everything else about him is an enigma.
You can't deny you were at least a bit excited about seeing him perform his chess tactics. Despite your lack of knowledge about the game.
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After walking along with Dazai for a while, going upstairs to the last floor of the building, where there were empty classrooms reserved for club activities, you stand in front of the chess club door. The hallway was quite empty, and not a lot of people chose to participate in clubs these days— You knew these rooms were mostly for other activities that went from occultism to having sex. However the latter doesn't happen anymore since cameras were installed. You're thankful for that.
“Don't be scared of Fyodor. He won't bite as long as I'm here.” Dazai laughs softly as he opens the door of the room. His words only make you frown at him.
The room was quite spacious and there were a few other students playing chess too. There was a nice silence around. The only noise is the chess pieces being placed on the chessboard with each turn.
“You're late as always, Dazai.”
Your attention is drawn to Fyodor, who's sitting with his arms and legs crossed, one above the other; a stoic expression on his face.
He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, his coat was hanging on the back of his chair, his hair was tucked behind his ear and you noticed that he had a silver necklace with a cross.
Your fingers twitch slightly and your heart beats a little faster.
Ah, he is prettier up close.
What? No.
You didn't realize that you were staring at him for so long until his dark purple eyes went to your face and he raised an eyebrow.
Fyodor eyed you up and down as if you were a piece of meat for him to enjoy. The way your body tenses under his gaze; hands sneaking behind your back, lips pressing together, eyes trying to look anywhere but his. All of it gives him the hint that you'll be a nice prey.
“Oh? You brought a guest I see.” Fyodor smiles at you briefly, kindly, before looking back at Dazai who was placing his bag on the floor and sitting in front of him. He was very calm though he was facing another smart man such as him.
“She's my lucky charm.” He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes, unamused. You sat in front of the small square table, arms crossed, ready to watch the development of this game.
“Shall we begin, then, Dazai?”
“Of course.” Dazai giggles, wasting no time grabbing a white piece and making his move. “Seems like I have the upper hand today.”
Fyodor smirks, his slim fingers moving so delicately as he takes his turn.
Both of them seemed very relaxed as they played. Discussing random topics, and speaking with difficult words made it a little hard for you to understand their conversation.
But the tension was slowly starting to build up— Each turn was beginning to take more than a couple of seconds. They were taking their time before making any movements, and the smiles on both of the men's faces were starting to disappear as they went silent.
You, on the other hand, were almost falling asleep like back in class. What was the point of watching them play if you didn't understand how the game goes? Plus, they were in complete silence, how was this supposed to help you learn more about their stupid smart brains?
Ah, might as well take a little nap then.
“Shit.”
Dazai groaned in annoyance as his phone suddenly vibrated, distracting him from the game. After seeing who was calling, he stood up from the chair and walked out of the room without even excusing himself.
Your eyes followed Dazai as he left the room, lips parted in confusion.
Great, now you were left alone with Dostoevsky— Well… almost. There were other people playing chess in the room too but they were minding their own business.
Fyodor sighs, looking down at the chessboard before looking at you and tilting his head to the side.
Of course, he was going to take advantage now that the two of you were alone. He was eyeing his little prey and hopefully, he could get a pretty reaction if he pushed the right buttons.
God, forgive him for being so greedy.
“Do you want to play?”
You look in his direction, blinking a few times in confusion.
Telling him that you don't know how to play was going to be embarrassing as hell. He was going to make fun of you, probably. But, you didn't know that he could read you like a book. So Fyodor already noticed that you didn't understand the rules of chess.
You press your lips together, avoiding his penetrating gaze that makes something inside you tingle.
“I'll teach you, just pay attention because I'm not going to repeat myself.”
You nod, giving him a shy smile before taking Dazai's seat while begging internally for him to come back. Was that call so damn important?
“Move Knight to e6.”
“Sorry— what?”
Fyodor raises an eyebrow, waiting for your move. Like he said, he won't be telling you the same thing twice.
Looking down at the chessboard, you try to identify who's the “Knight”— Which wasn't so difficult, but now you have to move it somewhere you don't know.
When your eyes move from the board to him, you can see he's smiling. Oh, god. You hope Fyodor doesn't notice the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze.
But he did.
As if reading your mind again. Fyodor stands up from his seat and walks behind you; One hand on the back of your chair and the other pointing at a square from the chessboard. Dark locks of hair tickle your cheeks, a faint scent of coffee emanating from him. Would his lips taste like coffee too?
You press your thighs together, lowering your head down a little as his chest grazes against your back slightly; you can't help but feel smaller against him.
“…Now, did you understand?”
His smooth voice rings against your ear; low as if he was telling you a secret. Hell. You could even feel his lips brushing against the helix of your ear.
“I—”
You're interrupted before you can speak.
“Well, seems like we need to continue this game for later, Dos—”
Dazai stops in front of you with his phone in hand. His eyes opened wide and his lips parted in surprise.
“You two are getting along I see.” He snorts, grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m leaving though, have fun. See you tomorrow, Dostoyevsky.” And with that, Dazai walks out the door again.
You panic.
You can't be alone with Dostoyevsky again after knowing how nervous you get with him close; how you look at him with a dumb expression after he speaks because you're too focused on his pretty features.
Fuck. No, what are you thinking about? He's not that handsome.
Fyodor is a smart man, he's probably just teasing you with light touches to rail you up and make fun of you later for being so easy. There's no way you're going to let this man play with your mind as if it is his toy.
“Wait! Osamu!” You quickly leave the chair, grabbing your bag as well and leaving behind Dazai.
For a small second you turn around. Fyodor's eyes met with yours; he was smiling again. Your eyes widened and you swore you could read his lips saying “Goodbye, my dear.”
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It's been a few days since you last interacted with Fyodor. And, since that first and —hopefully— last encounter, you were trying to avoid him.
You don't want to fall deeper into him.
After Dazai saw you two being very close, he kept messing with you about it.
“You two would make a great combination. The not-so-smart introvert girl and the top student intimidating Dostoyevsky… top student after me of course.”
“Why do you blush every single time he speaks? Do you think his voice is hot or something?”
“I saw you staring at Dostoyevsky in class today, are you sure you don't like him, hm?”
What a nuisance.
Of course, you didn't like him. You were trying to avoid him at all costs. Doesn't that make your dislike for him much more obvious?
In fact, you were sure you hated him.
Each time he spoke in class he always answered right with that unamused expression and with that egocentric tone that makes you roll your eyes.
There was no way you could fall for someone like him.
You sigh, currently walking down the hallway to the library, hoping to find some rest and silence from the noisy students and from your stupid brain that had been thinking about Dostoyevsky these last days.
The library had an old tone to it; yellowish lights and dark brown old shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling. Two floors full of books from all the subjects any student could find for their projects or to pass the time.
Even if it was full of people, the silence was almost absolute if it wasn't for a few people whispering and giggling. Still, it was a very peaceful place. Sometimes you wish you could stay here forever.
Since you know the place very well, you went straight to your favorite spot in the enormous library— It was under a stair, where there was an old dark green couch that was kind of comfy, enough to spend more than a few hours reading on it.
You remember leaving a book yesterday on the couch, after all, nobody went there; it was after walking through a long-ass corridor and after a few turns. Who would explore this big library completely like you did? No one, of course.
Well… You were wrong.
“What the fuck?”
“Hm? What a wonderful surprise…”
Seriously?
You cross your arms in front of your chest while looking down at Fyodor who was sitting on the couch with your book in his hands. You were trying to avoid him and he was the one that came to you. Funny.
Fyodor closed the book, placing it to the side before leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed as well.
“Nice book. You have good taste, sweetheart.”
The hell with this—
You turn around ready to leave, but he quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him until you are standing in between his legs. His dark eyes look up at you.
“Why are you avoiding me? I'm not stupid, I see everything, you know?”
He loosens his grip on your wrist, his thumb caressing the back of your hand slowly. From this close, you can see his dark circles and his pale skin. Damn, he looks like a vampire…
“It's none of your business.” You frown, pushing his hand away.
“Do I make you so nervous, hm?”
Fyodor grins, leaning back once more. His smug expression only makes you more mad and you're beginning to wonder if he's doing it on purpose to get a kick out of this like last time.
He can't deny that he's enjoying it; You're so easy to get riled up that it's almost boring. Though your pretty pouty face is worth it.
“Shut up. You're in my seat. Leave.” You tried to keep a stern voice but Fyodor didn't budge from his seat.
“I'm not moving. If you want to sit on this couch so badly, might as well sit on my lap.” He pats his thigh, giving you a smirk.
Fuckfuckfuck.
He was playing with you again, probably laughing internally too— thinking you're just a stupid silly girl who can fall so easily into his trap.
He was using you as his entertaining resource.
Fine. You might as well play along.
With a hum, you flop on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning your back against his chest to which Fyodor immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Such an obedient girl.”
You squirm on his lap, feeling how butterflies flutter inside your tummy. While trying to mask your sudden arousal, you reached for the book you wanted to read and opened it to where you left it before. While doing so, Fyodor's large fingers start kneading on your waist, slowly, as if he was savoring the feeling of your body against his palms.
“Are you enjoying your reading?”
You nod. The truth is that you can't even read with his hands exploring your waist and his pretty voice against your ear. You're only looking at empty words in the book, your mind not paying attention to the sentences or paragraphs.
Fyodor's hand brushed against your neck, and the coldness of it made you flinch. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to him.
“Why don't you read for me out loud?”
“Why should I?” You shrug, completely leaning against his body again, trying to suffocate him or something— though it seems like having the contrary effect as his hands pull your hips to him.
“I want to know if you're focused on your little book or me.”
Cocky bastard.
You clear your throat to begin with your reading, but as soon as you open your mouth, his lips brush against the skin of your neck, leaving a small peck.
“Go on. I'm waiting, dear.”
Then, he presses another peck, waiting a few seconds before doing the same.
God. You can't react in this situation. Your body squirms with each touch or whisper. Your thighs pressed together and you look down at the book, trying to focus on the words but it's impossible.
“Ah—”
You whine, feeling his tongue teasing the crook of your neck before sucking on your skin. Arms wrapping around your waist again, caging you against him.
The air was starting to get heavy and you had already forgotten that you were in a public library; your mind getting foggy with the thought of what was going to happen eventually.
As he pulls away, kissing the new hickey he left, one hand wanders down to your thigh, squeezing it.
“You know you can leave if you don't want this, right?” You didn't answer, not wanting to fulfill his egocentric wishes.
“Hey, I'm talking to you.”
A hand slides to your neck, pressing a little, as he leans closer to your ear. He thrusts up while keeping your hips against his, trying to “fix” his position.
Ah, but you can feel his hardness against your ass.
“It seems like you're too shy to speak, so, let's do this; If you want to leave, just push my hands away from your body and I'll set you free…”
He chuckles, placing another peck on your neck.
“But if you don't want to leave… Spread those thighs for me, dearest.”
How humiliating; Your body was reacting on its own, and you spread your thighs for him. Without wasting any time, the hand that was on your hip slides inside your pants, lithe fingers finding the wet spot on your panties.
“Huh, how naughty.” You can hear him chuckling behind you.
You barely close your thighs again, feeling shy as his fingertips tease up and down your covered pussy, emanating soft moans from you. With your lips parted, he slid two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet.
“Suck on them and don't be loud, honey.” He whispers, kissing the back of your neck soothingly to distract you from the advance of his other two fingers over your pussy.
Pushing your panties aside, he groans at the wet and warm feeling. Coating his fingers with your arousal first before slowly inserting a finger. Fyodor rolls his eyes at the sensation— you were squeezing him so tight that he almost felt pity for your cunt; If you were already squeezing his finger so much, how would it be when he's balls deep inside you.
Saliva slips from your lips down your chin as you keep sucking on his other fingers that are keeping your mouth entertained. Trying your best not to moan out loud when his finger that was over your pussy began sliding in and out, reaching that sweet spot of yours with each thrust.
“I'm going to add another finger, pretty. Keep being good for me..”
Another groan leaves Fyodor's lips when you squeeze his finger at his praise. Oh, well, he was going to make sure to praise you lots then.
As his middle finger makes its way inside you and you whine at the stretching, his whole hand clads your mouth, not letting any noise escape from you.
“Fuck… Do you want someone to catch us?”
You shake your head from side to side, picturing how humiliating it would be if someone finds you sitting on Fyodor's lap and moaning because of his skilled fingers that reach where yours can't.
When his two fingers start moving, you're already in heaven. Grinding your hips and spreading your thighs further to give him space to go knuckles deep.
“Is my sweet angel going to cum on my fingers? Do it, dear, be a good girl for me.” Fyodor moans against your ear, slightly grinding his hips against yours as you approach your climax.
Your thighs close and you let out a muffled whimper as you come all over his fingers, walls clamping down on him as he presses his hand harder against your mouth, whispering sweet praises before sliding his sticky fingers out of your cunt and taking his hand off your mouth to let you breathe.
Fyodor is nice enough to push your panties back in place before removing his hand from your pants. His sticky fingertips tap your lower tip a few times so you can open up and lick them clean.
“Good girl…”
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, and you take the opportunity to turn around and fall to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs. You might as well worship him like he did with you.
He was nice to you, so why not be nice to him as well? After all, you were eager to see what's underneath his intimidating façade.
“Ah— Right now it might not be the moment, dear.”
You frown, resting your cheek against his thigh.
“My apologies, but this place is quite risky, you already made a lot of noise and people might be wondering,” Fyodor smirks before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head as he removes his silver necklace to place it on your neck instead.
“We'll continue this another day, I promise.” He tilts your chin up, leaning in and kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips and groaning against your mouth while his hand squeezes your cheeks together, not letting you pull away before he's done with you.
So he does taste like coffee.
Fyodor withdraws, leaving one last peck on your lips before completely pulling away.
“Goodbye, my dear.”
Giving you one last soft smile, he stands up and walks away, leaving you sitting on the floor with red cheeks and heavy breathing.
You look down at the cross hanging from his necklace. Now resting on your chest.
God, you want to taste his lips again.
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modern day romeo and juliet !!!
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for when you find your forever. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings - language, alludes to sex, mentions of sex, whatever.
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💘 Some important tips for each Nakshatra : Never to Do Tips 💘
DISCLAIMER The author name is at the end. I do not remember where I found it unfortunately (it was in my notes app for months fr 😭) tho I know I am supposed to share my knowledge as much as I can and not be a gatekeeper so here it is . I hope it will help you (if you know the author let me know too with the name down below) 💜
Ashwini : Never loose an opportunity to help people in your life, you will meet and learn some very important techniques from a reputed and respected person.
Bharani : Do not share your secrets with anyone. Self control is must.
Krittika : Stand by Truth. Do not entertain, liars, fakers or cheaters or not even try to possess those traits.
Rohini : Don't get too much attached with anything, attachment will cause havoc.
Mrigashira : Do not get disconnected with your parents or family.
Ardra : Learn to work under distractions and pressure. Stay calm in chaos.
Punarvasu : Never disobey Dharma (purpose), always stick to your commitments, you get divine support of universe.
Pushya : Do not ignore your family or your dear one needs while handling bigger responsibilities or social cause. Take out time for them.
Ashlesha : Never misuse your power & Never Curse anyone.
Magha : Never ignore your Pitris (your ancestors). Always do charity in their names.
Purva Phalguni : Avoid getting too much indulgent in pleasures, do your duty faithfully.
Uttara Phalguni : Never break your relationship & Be Kartavya Prayan (loyal).
Hasta : Never get carried away with failure, that's ladder of success for you.
Chitra : Never doubt your potential & don't act impulsive, else you will end up hurting with self.
Swati : Do not poke powerful authorities. Try to stay away from leg pulling.
Vishaka : Never leave the Marg of Bhakti (total faith and devotion) & Keep remembering Bhagwan (the Most High/God).
Anuradha: Never get distracted with too much darkness, sooner or later it's worth experiencing.
Jyeshta : Never misuse your authorities & power, one single mistake can ruin everything.
Mula : Don't get panic, when burdened with lots of negativity, that's the process of bringing clarity, like storm before calm.
Purva Ashadha : Not every war is to win, some are supposed to lift you up. In both victory or defeat you gonna be the same.
Uttara Ashadha : Following Dharma (career/purpose) is right but having a superiority complex can harm you in longer run.
Shravana : Tied up with lots of responsibilities & helplessness, we are born to live or die for a divine purpose, just give your best.
Dhanishta : Never boast or avoid beating the drum of success before its completion.
Shatabhisha : Never sell your soul for gains and profit. Things will turn negative for you.
Purva Bhadrapada : Never rush into conclusion cause what looks on the surface might not be real, try to see deep within. There lies solution.
Uttara Bhadrapada : Simplicity beautifies you, wear it and own it.
Revati : You are the Messenger of God & Bhakt (faith/worship/love). Showing path to directionless people is your real gem. Never sell superstition or blind faiths.
Author :
Mann ki Baat Trishna
Note from the author : Above points are just an observation with my best of understanding.
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Stuck | Alexia Putellas x Barça!Reader
summary: you get stuck in an elevator with your ex-girlfriend who you haven't spoken to since the break up
warnings: a tad suggestive and angsty
wc: 1352
author note: all translations are from google, sorry if they aren't 100% accurate!!
You sighed as you slammed your car door, the exhaustion from training having affected you more than normal. Perhaps it was because your mind was busy racing with thoughts of your ex-girlfriend and how upset you were with her rather than football. Entering the lobby of your building, too engrossed in responding to a text message from Patri to see you weren’t the only person waiting for the elevator.
“Tienes que estar bromeando. (you got to be kidding me.)” you heard a familiar voice huff as the elevator arrived.
You glanced up from your phone, coming face to face with the person who's been clouding your thoughts. You rolled your eyes at the midfielder, moments like these are the downfalls of living in the same building as Alexia.
You ignored her comment as you both entered the elevator, hitting your respective floor numbers. The two of you stood as far away as you could in the enclosed space, both still too pissed at the other to even make small talk about training or the upcoming weekend game.
The elevator made it seven floors from the lobby before you felt it jerk and halt in its place. The lights flickered off before coming back on. You and Alexia shared a concerned glance as you both realized the elevator got stuck. Of course, you would get stuck in an elevator with your ex-girlfriend who refused to even talk to you after the breakup.
“ay dios mío. (oh my god.)” you heard the blonde mumbled, irritation laced her words.
You mocked her words quietly already over your current predicament. From the corner of your eye, you saw Alexia look your way, anger written all over her face.
“¿Tiene usted un problema? (do you have a problem?)” Alexia growled, not wanting to be here anymore than you do.
“Sí, estoy atrapada aquí contigo. (yeah, I'm stuck in here with you.)” You responded, your words coming out harsher than you meant, but you didn’t care how they affected Alexia.
The two of you have yet to have any sort of conversation post break-up unless it was on the pitch, but even then it was never more than what was needed. Alexia wouldn’t give you a chance to ask why she had broken up with you, which just added to your anger towards the captain. Alexia had decided to break up with you on what seemed like a whim, ending the two-year relationship like it meant nothing to her.
Alexia didnt respond, instead making an effort to call the lobby to let them know the elevator was stuck. The quicker it gets moving again, the quicker she can get away from you. She knew it wasn’t fair to at least give you an explanation for breaking up with you, but even she knew her answer would be stupid. Alexia was nervous about people potentially finding out about your relationship and thought the best thing to do was just end the relationship. She knew it was dumb but she couldn’t tell you that. Instead, she let you hate her.
You, in your best effort to ignore the blonde, went back to the conversation you were having Patri. It wasn’t helping though, hearing Alexia angrily talk to the man on the other end of the phone was doing something to you. You hadn't been with anyone since the breakup and it was starting to mess with you. Maybe had you taken Ona’s advice of hooking up with someone one time, you wouldn't be so affected by your ex-girlfriend.
Alexia huffed as she hung up, clearly in a worse mood after the call. You tried to keep your eyes locked on your phone and not Alexia’s clenched jaw. You gave her a good two minutes, thinking she would at least tell you what was said, but it never came.
“Well?” you broke the silence, seeing as the midfielder was not going to.
Alexia turned her head slightly towards you, an eyebrow raised as if she wasn't expecting you to speak, almost as if she had forgotten you were also stuck in the elevator.
“Están trabajando en eso. No saben cuándo se solucionará. (they are working on it. they do not know when it will be fixed.)” the blonde stated, the anger ever present in her voice. You roll your eyes, though not directed at her but at the lack of information surrounding your situation.
“Si sigues haciendo eso, se quedarán atascados. (if you keep doing that, they will get stuck.)” Alexia chastised, eyes focused on the door of the elevator.
“¿Te importaría? (would you care?)” you shot back, irritation starting to grow the longer you stand in the unmoving elevator.
“Y/N…” the blonde groaned, knowing that the two of you could go on for days arguing with each other.
As frustration grew between the two of you, so did the pent-up tension of not speaking and unanswered questions. You went back and forth in your mind, debating if you should ask Alexia why she broke up with you now that she had no way of leaving.
"seeing as we have nothing else to do, will you finally tell me why you broke up with me?" you didn't bother switching languages, knowing the blonde would understand what you asked.
"¿Podemos por favor no hacer esto, y/n? (can we please not do this, y/n?)" Alexia said, throwing her head back with a groan.
"¿por qué no? No es que tengamos nada más que hacer. (why not? It’s not like we have anything else to do) " you quickly responded, fully turning to face your ex-girlfriend.
Alexia lifted her head back and turned to face you and it seemed like the walls were closing in the longer the two of you held eye contact.
"no."
"sí."
"no!"
"ye-" You weren't able to keep the argument going as your back was suddenly up against the side of the elevator.
Alexia's hands were tightly holding your waist, keeping you locked between her body and the wall of the elevator. you struggled to control your breathing, having missed having her hands on you.
Alexia's lips moved closer to yours, giving you time to push her away if you wanted to. Instead, you moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her into a searing kiss. The weeks of being apart evident in how heated the kiss was. The grip Alexia had on your waist tightened, pulling a small moan from your lips.
Alexia’s lips moved their way over your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small nips as she went. Your head was tilted back against the siding you pressed against, small pants leaving your mouth as Alexia left love bites wherever she wanted.
Just as she pulled her away from your back, the elevator jolted to life, but neither of you made an effort to move away from each other. Alexia’s hands remained on your waist, your hand that was around her neck moving to rest against her chest. You could feel how fast her heart was beating under your palm. You could feel your own heart beating just as fast and you sure Alexia was aware as well.
The elevator dinged as it reached Alexia’s floor, she lived two floors down from you. As the doors opened, the blonde made no effort to detach herself from you. Alexia had taken too long to exit the elevator as the doors started to close again.
Before they could fully close, Alexia moved to stick her hand in between them, forcing them open once more. Now standing in between the doors, halfway in the elevator, halfway in the hallway, the blonde stuck her hand out for you to take.
“¿quieres seguir? (do you want to continue?)” Alexia offered, a small smirk gracing her lips.
You took her hand without thinking letting her lead you down the familiar hallway, you could be angry at her the midfielder tomorrow. Right now, you were more concerned with the ache between your legs and how Alexia was going to take care of it.
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Convenience and Desire
Johnny Cage x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: heavy allusions to smut (eventual smut basically but i got lazy)
Author’s Note: i main kitana cause she’s powerful and beautiful and a good leader and intelligent. But beside her i play johnny because he’s hot and dumb and i love him with my whole heart.
Summary: You and Johnny work together often and go to blow off some steam.
Song: unironically listened to hey baby by pitbull while writing this. feel like johnny would be proud
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif) (can't wait to play this little guy right here even though dilf johnny has my entire soul)
Johnny Cage’s smile was infectious. The way it curved was practically a trademark. It was shiny like a cartoon, almost too good to be real. He tossed it at oncomers, at girls who even half looked his ways, at people who could potentially elevate his status, at DJ’s who played songs he liked.
It was annoying.
You stood beside him, not sure how you had gotten caught up with him. Raiden had assured you that you were both some of Earthrealms best fighters, even if there was a bit of a personality shift. You weren’t sure how one ‘saving the world’ mission had turned into two, which turned into three. Eventually someone decided you worked well together and you were constantly shoved into the same space. When had convenience become necessity?
Johnny smiled at Liu Kang, who returned it with a gentle gaze. Why couldn’t you have been paired together with someone like Liu? He could forever pine after Kitana and you would work well together.
“Are you even listening?” You were broken from your thoughts by Kung Lao. His voice cut through your annoyance, making you snap out of it.
“Yes. Yeah, sorry.”
“Geez and usually I’m the one who doesn’t know how to listen.” Johnny nudged you. You couldn’t even muster an eye roll. Your smile is distracting Johnny. Even the thought made you gag. When had convenience become desire?
“Thank you for your help,” you finally said, ignoring Johnny. “We couldn’t have done it without you. Your assistance is always greatly appreciated.”
“We could have done it without you but that would’ve taken too long,” Johnny quipped. You ignored him. Liu smiled gently and nodded once.
“It’s always a pleasure to work with you Y/N. Are you both heading back home after this?” You nodded, finally glancing at Johnny.
“We should. I have to report back to Raiden on all of this and I’m sure you two have lives to get on with. Plus, Johnny has an early bedtime.” He snorted.
“I’m glad you were able to reach us in time. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything else,” Kung Lao said. His voice had more of an edge to it. You knew Kung Lao less well than you knew Liu Kang. You tended to stray from the vastly magical aspects of earth realms defenders. “Do you read him a bedtime story too?” he quipped.
“You all are acting like I didn’t help out there,” Johnny argued. He took his sunglasses off, revealing his eyes. He cleared his throat, like he was going to say something fancy. “Personally, I plan to celebrate our win. I know I’m going to drag her with me, you guys wanna come?”
“Where are you going?”
“Dunno. Bars. Clubs. Wherever there’s drinks, music and ladies.” You closed your eyes hard and shook your head. You would have put your fingers to your temple if you wanted to be any more stereotypical and feed into Johnny’s cartoonish personality.
“Probably not the best idea for a bunch of people with superpowers to get drunk,” Liu commented. You snorted and the tension of the fight officially dissipated. There was quiet laughter coming from the two in front of you, usually on the heroic stoic side.
“Just us two then!”
“Who says I’m coming?” you questioned. He rolled his eyes, gesturing for you two to head back home. You had the ability to conjure portals to any place you knew of. It came in handy when getting out of sticky situations, from which there always were some with Johnny.
“We should bar hop in Ireland,” he suggested.
“I’ll see you guys around,” you finally said. They nodded, ghosts of smiles on their faces. You turned around and Johnny stepped aside, allowing you to lift your hands. You had no interest in going to Ireland, where you were fairly sure it was early morning anyway. Instead you opened the portal to a place Johnny knew well; the streets of Hollywood.
“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed. “You’re the best babe.” You rolled your eyes and let him walk in ahead of you. Liu Kang and Kung Lao watched as you entered your own portal and then it closed shut behind you, leaving only a faint singe in its wake.
“Are they together?” Kung Lao asked. Liu narrowed his eyes and shrugged.
“I’m actually not sure.”
“I didn’t think they were but I kind of think they might be.”
“Yeah no, I could definitely see it.”
“Maybe we should have gone clubbing with them.”
“Could’ve been educational.”
Thankfully for Johnny, most of his fighting clothes could double as clubbing clothes. As he emerged from your portal he was in the thick of LA foot traffic and he fit right in. You on the other hand looked a little out of place with your padded armor and knives at your side. Though thankfully, most people seemed too drunk to care.
“I’ll come pick you up at 4am?” you questioned. He shook his head.
“Oh c’mon,” he said. He walked up to you and he had to get close because you could barely hear him over all the commotion. “Loosen up.” You looked in his eyes that were usually shaded by his sunglasses. It was a nice change of place to see that movie star complexion up close and not covered in blood. Though you’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good after a fight.
“Just for a little bit.”
“That’s the spirit.” His voice was low and sultry. If he knew how to do anything it was to seduce a woman and you knew that. You knew Johnny Cage better than most. He gestured for you to follow him through the crowd. “I know this place like the back of my hand. I used to live down here after auditions.”
“How long were you auditioning unsuccessfully?” you teased.
“Not as long as most.” You walked closely behind him. People were rushing by, wearing barely any clothing, laughing with their friends. You admired their carefree nature. Johnny’s shiny jacket fit in perfectly in the sequined crowd. You pushed yourself against him when others tried to get between you and he made no snarky comment like you expected.
Finally he made a sharp turn. You looked up at the name of the place but you only saw long loopy bright letters. You half thought he had brought you to a strip club when he got to the door. You noticed the line that wrapped around the corner.
“Johnny, there’s a line,” you said.
“They know me.”
You rolled your eyes. Always with that mentality. He approached the bouncer.
“Hey,” he exclaimed, enunciating the y. “Mark, right? How’s the wife?” You expected the angry answer that always came after Johnny asked about someone's wife.
“Hey man!” the bouncer said, giving him one of those bro handshakes you could never understand. “Where you been?”
“Not doing many movies,” Johnny admitted. “Too busy saving the world and whatnot.”
“That’s cool, that’s cool. Go on in man, it’s nice to see you.” You tried to suppress your surprise. You started to walk forward but the bouncer stopped you before you could.
“She’s with me.”
“A little different than your usual crowd huh Johnny?”
“She’s better than them,” he said and it even sounded like he meant it. The bouncer's gaze followed you as you walked past.
You emerged in the club. Clearly exclusive but large. There were two floors and the one you were on was filled with staggering people. Music blasted. You couldn’t locate the speakers but they had to be close with how aggressive they were on your ear drums. You stuck close to Johnny as he weaved through, saying hi to people as he passed.
Your place had always been the fight. This was clearly Johnny’s place.
He turned back to you.
“Pretty cool huh?”
“Not bad Cage. Not bad.” He smiled back at you. He approached the bar area. It was a clear table that was glowing from the inside. He found an easy place to order and he did it for both of you. He had gone with you to a bar or two. He knew your tastes.
Drinks came quickly. He put it on his tab.
He leaned his back against the table, handing you your glass. You took it.
“So this is your world?”
“Yes ma’am. Thoughts? Concerns? Comments?” You looked around. People were high or drunk or happy. You had left the war and blood outside. For now, there was only every form of ecstasy that man could come up with.
“I can understand why you like it.”
“And…”
“And I like it. Is that what you wanna hear?” You took a sip of your drink. He took a drink of his as well, narrowing his eyes on you. You and Johnny had spent so much time together on the field. Usually the occasional drink was limited to both of you being exhausted. You suddenly felt like you had just woken up rejuvenated.
“That is what I wanted to hear. Thank you.” The pulse of the club felt aggressive. They were playing some shitty Pitbull song that everyone got excited to hear. “You ever wonder why Raiden set us up together?”
“In the working capacity? Yeah, I do.”
“Got any working theories?”
“You needed a babysitter and I’m patient.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Your lips turned into a smile. His movie star grin had returned, the one that looked so easy to kiss. “Eyes are up here sweetheart.” You met his gaze. He was starring.
“Wanna dance Cage?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” You took off your jacket and tossed it on the bar table. You had replacements lining the walls. With it off it revealed your arms and the tightly woven fighting armor you kept. It was thinner than it should be but you didn’t need the protection. Johnny watched your back as you walked to the dance floor. You took your hair out of its tight updo that was keeping it out of your face. It fell and you brushed your hands through it, smoothing it out.
The lighting was lower there. People’s bodies were melding together, kissing but not knowing whose lips were on the other end. You didn’t even bother looking around. The music that had been pounding in your head since you walked in was now against your chest. Johnny was swaying and you didn’t even notice you were too. He put his hands on your hips and you didn’t stop him. You put your arms over his shoulders, straightening them out so that your fingers were clasped together. Your torsos were flush, glued to each other.
The tension of the day's battle loosened in your shoulders. You were bruised but not broken. You were safe, here, with Johnny. In the middle of the dance floor without a thought in your head other than his eyes. You wished he had left his jacket behind as well but you knew he was too materialistic for that. Your smile looked drunken but your head was clear.
When had convenience become need?
Johnny pushed you closer. Now your bodies were together, dancing together, a sly smile on his face. You brought your hands down, against his chest and then around his torso, beneath his jacket where he wasn’t wearing a shirt. It was his problem he never seemed to wear armor to a fight.
He had goosebumps. You smirked. When you looked at his face you noticed his eyes had traveled south from your lips.
“Eyes are up here Cage,” you teased. He snapped back up.
“You wanna be real classic and go to the bathroom?” he questioned. You rolled your eyes. He pressed you even closer to him, if that were at all possible.
“What, you don’t have your own hotel room upstairs or something?” His movie star grin came in full force. “Raiden’s gonna kill us.”
“Raiden’s gonna kill you. He knows I make bad decisions.” His head dipped, slipping his lips onto yours. You were actually taken aback. His lips tasted like chapstick and beer. You put your palms flat against his back and then scrunched your hands so that your nails dug into his skin.
It hadn’t occurred to you until then that Johnny was nearly indestructible. The thought was alluring.
His lips left yours. You had stopped dancing to kiss him. The music seemed to muffle.
“That okay?” he whispered.
“Perfect.”
“Good. Been wanting to do it for a minute.” You grabbed his arm and turned back to the crowd. He pouted as his hands left your body. You dragged him through the crowd, weaving through the other people having the time of their lives. “Bathrooms the other way.”
You finally came to a space that wasn’t completely filled with people. You stopped abruptly and Johnny ran into you. You lifted your hands in a formation he knew well. He didn’t even try to hide the smirk when the portal opened revealing his own room. He walked in before you and you followed, leaving only a soot behind.
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with flowers under the stars
inumaki toge x fem!reader (royalty au)
♡—Toge does his best to impress you, even when others might not want him to.
previous♡— [PART 1]
word count♡— 4.1k words (oml)
genre♡— fluff, romance, royalty au
aged up characters♡— 18+
content notes♡— potential lovers to actual lovers, mutual pining, courtship, dating, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, romance, very fluff, mentions of engagement and marriage, toge uses sign language, some characters may be ooc >< pls forgive me
author's note♡— after rising from the grave (I'm so sorry this took so long! buT! I'm graduating! AAA) I finally finished the sequel to my first toge fic. thank you so much to those who have appreciated my previous work! now that I'm back, I hope you enjoy this as well! ( ˘ ³˘)♡
Exchanging letters with prince Toge occurred frequently before you finally met again. He talked about many things, but they all ended the same way: mentioning how lovely you are and how he wishes time could run faster so he could meet you.
Toge's kingdom was a week on ship and a day by train away, so visiting was saved for important duties or events. ‘Maybe I should ask your brother to appoint me an official position in the council so I can stay in the palace.’ He wrote to you once. You reply that he doesn't deserve it, since he wouldn't be working with the empire or its people in mind.
He writes back that he fell for you a little more, and you trace that line an infinite number of times before tucking the letter away.
When the day of the banquet finally arrives, Satoru notices that you appear a bit more lavish than you usually care to look during events.
“Why! My dearest sister! How stunning you look! And for my birthday, no less! I love that color on you, your taste has improved so much!” He suddenly gasps dramatically and loudly—so loud, that the maid helping you with your earrings flinches.
“Are those... the earrings I got you last year? But I've never seen you wear them! I would give you a hug if it wouldn't ruin your clothes!”
You ignore him the entire time he fusses over you. He looks nice today, you admit. His hair is styled down which gives him a softer aura, and his white suit with gold details looks pristine. A midnight blue cape drapes over his shoulders and flows down his back. It would be difficult for anyone else to pull it off, but you don't tell him that. Goodness knows he would never let you hear the end of it.
You sigh as you watch him through the vanity mirror, but he only becomes even more giddy at your silence.
“Hey, give me that.” Satoru says to the attendant holding your brush. “Leave us.” He says as he stands behind you to brush your hair. You stare at him in disbelief.
Satoru knows you love when he brushes your hair. Even if you never outright told him, it was obvious that you enjoyed it when he cared for you. But because you were embarrassed to ask him as you got older, he hasn't done it since you were children.
He's silent and focuses on brushing your hair gently. The moment feels strangely emotional, and your resolve to ignore him cracks a bit.
“So...” Satoru meets your eyes in the mirror, then winks. “You and Toge, huh?”
You tsk, letting your resolve fully break. “I should've known you would notice.”
He laughs and places a hand on your shoulder. “Well, he wrote saying his father wanted to trade silk from their territory, and that he would like to stay at the palace to handle the negotiations.”
“...Add that to the letters you're receiving everyday, and it wasn't too hard to piece things together.”
You groan and cover your face in embarrassment. You and Toge weren't exactly a secret, but you didn't want your brother to know until it got more serious.
“So what now?” You dread having to ask. “Are you going to tell me to call it off?”
“Nope.” Satoru says, smiling. “Besides, if you're anything like your dear old brother—which, you are! Don't deny it!—I'll end up driving you into his arms if I try to keep you away.”
His eyes suddenly turn serious as he considers his next words. “He's a good kid... Good enough for you, though? We'll have to see.” He places the brush on the dresser, and takes your hand to help you on your feet.
“But what's important is to know yourself and decide for yourself. Don't let anyone else make that choice for you.” He looks sincere as he places your hand on his arm. “Shall we?”
“Satoru...” You call him, touched. He grins and kisses your forehead.
“And of course, if you end up marrying him, that saves me and the ministers the work of looking for your match!” You slap his shoulder, but he only laughs harder as he escorts you out.
The ballroom was sparkling when you arrived. There were already plenty of guests partaking in the revelries as the event had begun half an hour before. Satoru had insisted on the importance of being fashionably late. Normally, you wouldn't have let him actually be late, but you caved only for today.
“Entering, their Royal Highnesses, The Imperial Crown Prince and The Imperial Princess.”
As you descended the stairs with Satoru, the people bowed and you took that as an opportunity to look for a head of white hair, a mask or a high collar covering half the face.
“You're being too obvious.” Satoru whispered. “He'll show up, don't worry.”
He led you to the center of the hall. You were so caught up on looking for Toge that you had nearly forgotten you were to share Satoru's first dance; as he still wasn't engaged. The both of you took your positions gracefully as the music started to flow through the air.
“I'll spin you a few times.” He was grinning. “Try to spot him.”
And yet, the song ended without you seeing Toge anywhere. After giving a hasty bow to your brother, you went on with your search once again.
Your eyes caught princess Nobara the same moment she did yours. You were about to go greet her when her eyes trailed off to something behind you. When her gaze returns to yours, she's smirking and it makes you turn to look at what she saw.
Toge takes your breath away as he walks up to you. He wasn't wearing a mask, or a high collar like he had been during the previous ball. His suit was pitch black and every bit as elegant as him. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his lips and you blushed when he caught you staring. All you wanted to do was to dance with him so that you had an excuse to be close.
It seemed that he picked up on that, as he bowed and offered you his hand.
“It's good to see you again.” You greet him. He kisses the back of your hand with a smile before sweeping you away to dance.
Suddenly nervous, your words get stuck in your throat as the beginnings of a soft waltz reach your ears. “I... tried looking for you when I arrived.”
Toge leads the dance as effortlessly as he did the first time. It almost amazes you how natural it feels to move and sway with him. He seems pleased to know that you were paying him as much attention as he gave you.
Not wanting to simply dance, you took to asking him questions. “Did your journey here go smoothly?” Toge nods.
“When did you arrive?”
‘Today.’ He mouths.
“Ah. I'll have to take you sightseeing then.” You grin up at him. “Would tomorrow be alright?” You get your answer in the form of Toge grinning back, and before you could prepare yourself, he twirls you around and catches you in an embrace as the song finishes with a flourish. A number of people around you started to clap, and you couldn't help but blush in his arms.
After settling at the less crowded side of the ballroom, Toge explains, ‘I also tried to find you. I arrived as early as I could, and yet you and your brother were late.’ He looks at you almost as if to scold you, but you see mischief in his eyes. ‘I thought that you might be by the window where we met... So I went to check.’
“Oh, I see.” You respond, a bit embarrassed. “I should have warned you about my brother's flair for dramatics. He tends to do that when he's the star of the event.”
‘Do you have any remaining commitments here at the ball?’
That makes you think for a moment. “No, Satoru's the one the people want to bother today. Why?”
Toge gives you a look that makes you want to agree to almost anything he asks. ‘Will you allow me to whisk you away?’
And so you were both running, hand-in-hand and laughing, on your way to that secluded hall with the stained glass window. It shouldn't have been possible, but it felt more magical than before to be with him here again.
Toge slows his steps when you both reach the window. You realize that despite coming to cherish this place, you never sought it out when he wasn't around. Something tells you that would have only made you miss him more.
Looking at you with a serious expression, he begins to sign, ‘I know I have been very upfront about myself caring about you... But I want to ask this properly, because you deserve nothing less than the best.’
‘I would like—if it is alright with you, to formally court you.’
The smile on your face glows before you can help it, and you throw your arms around him.
“I would very much like that as well, my dear prince.” You lean to kiss his cheek.
Toge looks dazed and happy as if drunk on something you had given him. Maybe he was.
The moonlight shining through the glass paints him in a kaleidoscope of colors. Before, the only colors on him were the purple hues in his eyes. And now he stood before you, bright and shining.
‘You look beautiful.’
He took the words right out of your mouth.
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Satoru came to find you the day after the banquet. Naturally, he entered your office without knocking, and unceremoniously dropped a heavy document in front of the one you were already working on.
“What's this?”
“Toge's proposal...”
The floor seemed to sink, your heart and your breath gone along with it. “What?”
“—for the trade negotiations.”
It took everything in your power to not throw the block of papers at him. “You're unbelievable.”
Satoru only hummed. “So is your boyfriend. I can't believe he's making me work right after my birthday! He should be kissing up to me, not giving me paperwork!”
“Last time I checked, he's courting me. Not you.” Nevertheless, you take a few moments to sift through the document. It was very detailed and efficient. You note that the length of the proposal was due to the many alternative plans Toge had prepared. This would certainly help the negotiations go smoothly. Satoru and the ministers merely had to look at the options.
Looking back to your brother, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. What was he complaining about, when all he had to do was select the best plan and tweak where it was necessary?
“We're to begin the negotiations in two days. I think his plans have potential—” You couldn't help but snort at that, from what you'd seen, Toge was already excellent. (You were not biased. Not at all.) “But, I don't think the older ministers will be kind to someone who acts like a know-it-all.”
“Toge doesn't—”
“A-ah,” Satoru waves a finger at you, as if you were a child being told what you did wrong. You scowl at him but he ignores it. “This will be a test for him, to see if he's able to win against those old goons.”
“You mean yourself, then?” His expression drops at that, and you don't bother to hide how satisfied that made you feel.
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As the weeks flew by, Toge ended up being a lot more busy than you both anticipated. Despite officially dating, lunches together turned to having tea during breaks; then that turned to catching him in the hallway for a few moments before he had to go.
You didn't understand why his workload only seemed to grow, no matter how much effort he put in. Once, when you caught him just before he entered his chambers, you had asked him if anything was going wrong with the negotiations.
Toge looked exhausted, and yet he gave you a smile that made your heart melt. ‘No, the talks are going well, I suppose I'm just having trouble adjusting to the empire's work culture.’
You must have looked unconvinced, because Toge suddenly leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. Mischievously, he stared into your eyes until you were too flustered to be worried anymore. He laughed when you had to push him away.
That night, he bid you farewell with a kiss to your cheek.
‘Good night, darling.’
The next time you had Toge to yourself for an entire day, it was due to a holiday celebration. Everyone was too occupied with the festivities to work. You were supposed to be at another banquet Satoru had hosted, but you were determined to monopolize Toge's time today.
So you showed up at his door at the earliest respectable hour of the morning, dressed for warm weather and a picnic basket in your hand.
“Will you allow me to whisk you away?” You asked when he answered the door.
You took him on a tour of the parts of the palace he hasn't seen yet. Your office, the private library, and even some of the secret passage ways. His eyes lit up with curiosity when you showed him one behind a portrait.
You had lunch in the gardens, under a tree that offers wonderful shade. A soft blanket laid across the grass, with a spread of the empire's specialty dishes arranged all over it.
“This one,” You show Toge a cookie with flowers piped on top. “Has been my favorite since I was a child. It has just the perfect amount of sweetness, and goes beautifully with tea.”
You move to hand Toge the cookie, but he doesn't take it. Confused, you're about to ask him if anything was wrong when he leans forward and opens his mouth expectantly.
Wordlessly, you raise the cookie to his lips. The moment feels oddly intimate as he takes a bite without removing his gaze from yours.
Toge hums and moves his hands to sign, ‘It's indeed delicious.’ He leans to you and opens his mouth again.
You push the half-eaten cookie into his hands and turn away to hide your blush. “If you're able to tell me what you think about it, you can eat it yourself.”
He breathes out a laugh. Smirking at you while he chews the remaining cookie.
It was so peaceful, just sitting there with him. And it seemed as though you weren't the only one who wanted to sit with Toge. A tiny white butterfly fluttered about before landing on his knee. He looked so enchanted by it. Staring close, but being careful that he didn't move his knee or disturbed it.
The butterfly flying away made you want to explore too. Getting yourself up, you look over your shoulder and gesture for him to follow. He offers you his arm once he catches up, and you rest your hand on it. Birds chirp and leaves rustle in the wind as you walk towards the shimmering lake at the edge of the gardens.
Bracing yourself on Toge's arm, you kick your shoes off. You set them aside to dip your toes into the water. “It's so refreshing!”
Toge feels his chest grow as warm as the sunlight kisses your cheeks. He gets down on one knee to untie his shoes when he's abruptly hit by a splash of water. Flabbergasted, he looks up at you, blinking away the water droplets in his lashes.
Of course, Toge isn't one to back down from a challenge. The result is the both of you shivering and drenched by the time the sun has set. Your maids fuss all over you when you get back to the palace, and the other staff almost faint at the puddles that trail after you and Toge.
It was useless to insist that you could walk alone and that you both should get cleaned up at the soonest. Toge didn't leave your side until you entered your chambers, your gazes only being broken by the door once it closed.
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You got the most dreadful fever after that day with Toge. Satoru, wanting you to rest properly, made you swear not to lift a finger for work related reasons until you got better. Which, you followed without complaint. You took a break for a few days.
Toge did his best to see you, but he only got busier. His eyes looked more and more tired, dark circles under them when you caught him in the library one morning. He stayed there to work overnight. You were barely able to convince him to rest.
On another night, one of your maids caught him trying to sneak in your room, screaming and kicking him out. You could have sworn half the palace had woken up to that, and you couldn't help but hide under your sheets due to the embarrassment.
What irritates you most, however, was that the first thing you heard when you get back is, “Oh. Finally decided to return to your duties, eh?” from a delegate who spent most of his time gossiping, and whose biggest contribution to the empire was refilling the inkwells in the conference room...
The conference room has five inkwells.
Those ministers and court members were proving more and more to be nuisances. You gave them an earful when they had assumed you were slacking off when you were sick.
Not to mention, you suspected that they have been making Toge do more work than he needs to. Even if he never complains, you don't fail to notice how some courtiers turn their noses up at him just because his kingdom was distant and smaller compared to the scale of the empire.
The thought of Toge being belittled makes you pause during work, frowning at a chart of kitchen expenses as if it's done something offensive.
Dropping your pen, you head out of your office with brisk steps. You had to speak to Satoru.
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“Overworking Toge? Why, dear sister, I can't believe you're accusing me of such a thing!” Satoru puts a hand to his heart as if he was wounded by your words.
“Maybe not.” You're not going to let him weasel out of this one. “But you let the other ministers and court members walk all over him! Is Toge supposed to just sit there and take it? He's a prince, damn it!”
“Listen,” Satoru leans forward, his elbows on his desk as he uses his hands while explaining. “The ministers are just a bit frazzled, that's all. They think he forced you to skip the holiday banquet, and that he got you sick. He's good at his work, sure. But in their eyes? He just looks like a bad influence on you.”
You scoff.
“Now,” Satoru interrupts before you can say anything, “They were going to try and match you with prince Megumi—”
“Megumi's already engaged.”
“I know, I know. And that's why they're planning on pitching you with prince Yuji or princess Nobara.”
“I'm already with Toge.” You say sternly. “And what happened to not letting others make my decisions for me?”
“As far as those old goons are concerned, Toge is only the third best for you. ‘For the greatness of the empire’ and all that.” It doesn't escape you that he dodged your question. “They're going to try to push you apart until you break up or get hitched.” He leans back, crossing his arms on his chest. “Whichever comes first.”
“Why don't you stop them?” Frustrated, you run your hands through your hair. “Tell them I really like him and that they should leave him alone!”
“Sweetheart,” Satoru's tone becomes deeper, and you hate how it instantly makes you shut up. “The thing is, if Toge isn't capable of handling this, or if he backs out of your relationship because of it, he's not worth your time.”
You stare at him, unlinking. The thought of Toge leaving you had never occurred to you before, and Satoru could tell.
“I told you I would test him.” He shrugged. “It seems I'm testing you too.”
Rushing back to your office, you grab a piece of parchment and your pen from your desk. Not bothering to sit down as you write: Meet me at the gardens, by the tree. Midnight.
You fold it and hastily stuff it into an envelope. Delicately melting wax, you stamp your seal onto it before calling for your most trusted maid.
Handing her the letter, you instruct her, “Deliver this to prince Toge and prince Toge only. If anyone hinders you or attempts to read it, report back to me immediately. Go.”
She bows, and exits the room.
That night, Toge arrived before you. You note that he has a penchant for being early as he reaches to squeeze your hand. He looks you over to check if you're alright, and despite seeing nothing of concern, he asks anyway, ‘Are you okay?’
“We need to talk.” You nervously purse your lips. “The courtiers, the ministers... My brother. They've been making your work difficult.”
He sighs. ‘You found out.’
“You didn't tell me!” You rest a hand on his cheek, absentmindedly grazing your thumb over the marks near his mouth. “Do you understand what they're trying to do?”
‘Testing me.’
“Yes.” A lump forms in your throat. “Satoru said it's until you give up on me, or if you... propose.”
Heart racing, your hands can't stop fiddling with things. His face. His hair. The fastenings of his suit. “I'm just so worried. I care a great deal about you, and I just wanted to ask if you're enduring this because you want to.” You bite your lip in thought. “If it's because you're sure about... me.”
You can't look at him. You suddenly feel foolish. You should have given it a night and slept on it to gather your thoughts. You should have—
Toge embraces you. Everything stops.
You take in the view of the gardens over his shoulder. It was dark, and there was barely any light save for the stars twinkling above. You closed your eyes and let yourself be held.
Pulling away, he doesn't seem as fazed as you do, if at all. He turns to you slowly, and after taking a deep breath...
‘Marry me, then.’
You choke on air.
“Wh-what?!” A warmth creeps into your cheeks. “What are you—”
He places his hands on your shoulders and stares into your eyes. He gives you a look and mouths, ‘Breathe.’ And you do.
Once you've calmed down, he begins to explain.
‘We can come forward and make a statement that we've been seeing each other with marriage in mind. Which...’ He pauses, suddenly shy. ‘I have. I've been thinking about swearing everything to you... Intertwining my future with yours.’
‘I know it's only been a few months, so we could have a long engagement if you want. For us to get to know each other more. And if—’ Toge's hands freeze, his movements are slow as if the next words pain him.
‘...If you decide to break off the engagement, I will not force you to stay with me.’
You immediately stop his hands, holding them tightly with your own.
“Toge... I wouldn't even consider this with anyone else,” You feel genuinely happy as you smile at him. “But I'm willing to try. With you. Only you.”
He glows in a way that reminds you of when you first met. His expression is soft as if he's melting, and he smiles at you brightly. You think of how lucky you are that he looks at you this way.
‘This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, but...’
Toge picks a small, white flower from a bush nearby. It faintly reminds you of the butterfly that had flown to him the last time you were here together. His eyes are focused and he frowns in concentration as he fiddles with the stem. Your heart stutters as he makes... a delicate ring.
He kneels.
You say yes.
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A letter from you and Toge arrives on Satoru's desk the next day.
‘Dearest brother,
Please approve this statement that prince Toge and I have been seeing each other, and that we have decided to get engaged. You will find the formal document stamped with our seals attached to this letter.
We expect your approval posthaste, and I will not consider any objections. Please let us know when you will be available to discuss the engagement ceremony.’
“Your highness, what should we do with these documents you had forged?”
“Oh. Hand them over.” Satoru waves a hand to dismiss the attendant after retrieving the files.
He gets up from his desk and walks to the fireplace. “I can't believe he proposed before I could falsely accuse him of treason.” He tsks and throws the documents into the fire.
His eyes find a framed photograph on the fireplace mantel. It was of him and you as children. Satoru was laughing after you ran to him for a hug. His gaze grows sad yet understanding... He won't be the first person you'll turn to anymore when you get married.
Sighing, he considers that he should be thankful you chose someone determined and true like Toge. But then Satoru grins.
“I suppose I can always mess with him as his brother-in-law.”
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Oppositions in the chart
🟤Sun opposition Moon: The native can become very different once you get to know them in depth. You can reject your own needs or ignore them. They have a lot of charisma and a great sense of self-worth. The native is different from their family and their parents in particular. There may be problems between your father and mother or they may be very different. Sensitive to criticism. Your family life can be a rollercoaster. They work very hard to understand their emotions, which are often very complex and intense. They tend to be either very loved by a certain group of people or feel rejected and excluded by others.
🟤Sun opposition Mars: These natives may subconsciously reject their impulses or anger, and fear the idea of reflecting as fearful or weak. Even if they don't look for conflict, they can see a lot of drama around them. Tendency to repress anger and explode once they can no longer hold it. Male figures frequently argue with you. They have a taste or attraction for adrenaline, excitement and fun. They tend to be on the defensive many times, and they can do so even without realizing it. They are likely to make rash decisions. Risk of injury or injury due to hyperactivity. They may feel at war with others or with themselves constantly.
🟤Sun opposition Jupiter: People who can achieve success easily. They may have to learn to resist temptation. They have a desire to know many things, to explore, to have fun and adventure. The father may be arrogant or have ego problems. Disgust for excessively controlling authorities, they will always prioritize their freedom and authenticity. Charming socially, but may need to isolate themselves after prolonged interaction. They have great ambition and desire to go far in life. They can be extreme when they like something, taking it to extremes [if they like such an activity, they can spend a lot of their time doing it].
🟤Sun opposition Saturn: They are very reserved and quiet-looking people. People know about them what they want them to know. They are very demanding of themselves. Differences with father or authority figures. For them, first you work and then you play. They have difficulties accepting and loving themselves. They are very sincere and honest, they always like to do the right thing. Observers who are aware of everything that happens around them. They seek to isolate themselves from meeting new people, they find it difficult to open up and trust. Pessimistic and fatalistic tendencies.
🟤Sun opposition Uranus: They have trouble asking for help as they prefer to be independent in all situations. There may be estrangement with the father or the native may see him as an eccentric, unusual or very intelligent man. Their energy is variable, being sometimes very restless or needing more rest. They easily adapt to changes and have the need to renew, improve or make adjustments to themselves. Need to be original. Their eccentricities are charismatic, but they usually have a hard time accepting them completely. They feel uncertainty and bewilderment towards the future.
🟤Sun opposition Neptune: Kind, creative and very introspective personality, introverted tints. The natives will feel the father distant, physically or emotionally, sometimes they can see him as someone kind, naive, unrealistic, irresponsible or with escapist tendencies. They tend to daydream when things in the real world get tense or unpleasant. They are very intuitive with people, but sometimes they can feel blocked from allowing the full potential of their intuition to be discovered. They can do a lot for others without expecting anything in return. Inclination or tendency to live paranormal or "magical" experiences.
🟤Sun opposition Pluto: Natives with this placement usually have a tense relationship with their father, they may distrust him or see him as someone very controlling. They often hide some sides of their personality, they show themselves much stronger before others. They dislike feeling or looking weak in front of others. They may have a strained relationship with themselves, from being very critical or negative with themselves. They are very reserved people and do not usually talk much about them. They may distrust their own strength, courage, or themselves in general.
🟤Moon opposition Mercury: Excellent counselors who don't often take their own advice. Difficulty talking about their emotions. They are very easily distracted and their mind is a great source of ideas. Lots of creativity, they are people who communicate in a very convincing way. Communicating with family, especially mother or other female figures, can be difficult for the native. You may prefer to be silent and not speak, and even believe or feel that you aren’t being heard when you speak. Prone to criticism of any kind. Conflict between emotion and reason. May alternate and be either very mental or very emotional.
🟤Moon opposition Venus: Sensation of not having been loved by the family, by the mother or a female figure. Problems feeling comfortable with themselves. Charisma and kindness towards others, they will take care of those they love but they have to be fair with themselves and let themselves be loved and cared for by others. Conflict between what you want and what you need. Feeling of not having much luck in love. Despite their appeal, they may prefer to spend most of their time alone. Artistic hobbies and they can be very talented in that field. They think they have to work more than the rest to be happy.
🟤Moon opposition Mars: They may be always alert and defensive from a difficult, aggressive, or violent childhood. The relationship with the parents can be somewhat tense. You may see your parents [mostly the mother] as either aggressive or very protective. They will never hesitate to defend the weakest, they have a lot of courage. They get impatient and angry easily. They could have been hurt a lot as children, have scars from accidents or things that happened in their childhood. Tendency to hyperactivity. They are cold or strong people on the outside but affectionate on the inside.
🟤Moon opposition Jupiter: These people radiate comfort and are a great source of joy for their loved ones. They may be people with a tendency to eat or sleep a lot. Some distance from the mother or she may be very different from the native. Great need to experience new things, non-routine people. Tendency to procrastinate or leave activities for the last to prioritize your joy. Naturally charismatic. Kind and giving, they have a tendency to give more than they receive. Constantly forget things when they travel. Remembering the past or living a lot in it prevents them from living those new experiences that excite them.
🟤Moon opposition Saturn: They repress their emotions for fear of being vulnerable or feeling weak. Problems in family life, lack of communication and understanding. They may have irregular sleeping or eating periods. They have a hard time connecting with others on a deep level. Distrustful and melancholic nature. Tendency to live in the past. They can blame themselves for things that they have nothing to do with. Maturity from young. Sensation of not having lived their childhood fully. They may feel emotional and physical exhaustion very often. They know how to be responsible for their actions.
🟤Moon opposition Uranus: Instability in the home, this being unconventional. The natives may feel different from the rest of their family, they may feel distanced or see them as very cold and inconsistent people. You can find family in friends, whether in real life or online. Tendency to insomnia and not sleeping because of the noise of your mind. Variability in your diet. They can disconnect from their own emotions so they don't have to deal with them, be vulnerable or needy. Mood and emotional changes are very frequent. They get bored and distracted easily. Great and creative minds. May be perceived as distant by others.
🟤Moon opposition Neptune: They feel the pain of others as their own on many occasions, a lot of sensitivity and awareness of the suffering and emotions of others, but not their own. Their empathy allows them to easily connect with others, but they don't feel understood by other people as easily. They may feel rejection or disconnection from the family. An emotionally absent mother or family. The water may be healing for them or they may be afraid of swimming. Compassionate, creative, dreamers and fantasists. They are in their own world because of a disgust or annoyance with reality.
🟤Moon opposition Pluto: Their emotional world is very complex and intense, just like your family life. The native may feel that their family does not trust them or their abilities. They question their values and their emotions. The relationship with the mother can be somewhat tense. Great insight. Mistrust of opening up to the idea of forming emotional bonds with people. Anxiety and trouble sleeping. They can be very doubtful of the decisions they make. They do not forgive themselves easily when they make a mistake. Tendency to remember embarrassing moments very intensely.
🟤Mercury opposition Mars: Tendency to argue with siblings or have argued a lot at school. High-sounding language [may curse a lot], they always say what they think. Lack of tact. A strong, clear and high tone of voice. They are not afraid of arguments. Like to debate or tend to attract situations in which they have to debate. They are people with a very restless mind, they feel the need to be productive and do something. They are sarcastic. They don't like hints or lies, if they don't like you they will let you know as it is. They can make judgments quickly. Likely to be impatient and get annoyed easily.
🟤Mercury opposition Jupiter: Here we meet the natives thirsty for knowledge. They question their intellect and abilities a lot. They radiate a lot of positivity and are very funny. Introverted tendencies, they enjoy getting to know themselves better. Interest in other cultures. They wish they could be more rational. Ups and downs in their relationships with siblings. They question everything and have a curious mind. Difficulty establishing a routine. They get bored easily. Tendency to overthink. They have a hard time concentrating on one thing and can quickly lose interest in a hobby.
🟤Mercury opposition Saturn: They may have trouble being organized or planning. Depressive or pessimistic tendencies. A lot of intelligence but doubts about it. Friction with siblings or a somewhat cold/distant relationship with them, possibility of being the only child. They are very introverted and reserved people, they do not reveal much of themselves. They are of few words and only speak fluently with few. They are very honest and feel that they must always do the right thing. They judge themselves harshly and can push themselves to the point of mental exhaustion. Some may have dyslexia or stutter.
🟤Mercury opposition Uranus: These people have a natural tendency to focus on the future, although they do not like this. They are somewhat anxious and nervous. Intrusive thoughts are common, as is excessive worry about what will happen. These natives are very honest and can be tactless. There is a distance between them and their siblings, they may feel that they do not connect with them, and there are possibilities of being an only child. They are very intelligent people, they learn quickly but have a tendency to mistrust their own intellectual abilities. Some may talk to themselves. They feel misunderstood by people.
🟤Mercury opposition Neptune: Forgetful and somewhat distracted people. Their words are often misunderstood or twisted by other people. Sensation of mistrust towards their siblings, cousins or even neighbors. They focus more on possibilities than facts. Imaginative, creative and empathic mind. Great intuition but tend to doubt this. They daydream big, focus on the bigger picture, and have trouble concentrating on one thing. They do not have as much confidence in themselves and it is difficult for them to see their potential, they may feel that they are less intelligent than they are. Aptitude for psychology, esoteric sciences.
🟤Mercury opposition Pluto: Your mind is a blessing, but also your enemy at times. Great analytical skills, but they become demanding with themselves. They distrust many who surround them, even for the smallest thing. Powerful communicators, they make themselves heard. Intrusive thoughts. Tendency to treat themselves badly when they make a mistake. High level of cunning, cautious and planning, but with a tendency to worry a lot. They may have very intense experiences as young people, with their siblings or in their school life. Don’t forgive and do not forget easily, nor their past mistakes.
🟤Venus opposition Mars: They are fiery and passionate feelings. It is very likely that they will fall in love very quickly but just as quickly they will get bored with people. They can be somewhat jealous and attract even more jealous or intense partners. For them love has to be fun. They may notice people with a personality type distant from theirs [i.e. if they are introverts, they may be attracted to extroverts] but deep down they have many similarities. They are into the throng of enemies to lovers. They can attract dramatic romances. These natives can be very eye-catching for the opposite sex.
🟤Venus opposition Jupiter: They are very sweet, kind and charming people, their kindness to others makes them attract envious people who think their personality is false. They are very loving people who are very generous to others. They can give themselves many luxuries or excesses, so procrastinating tendencies increase, since they prioritize enjoying their leisure time and can leave things for last. They have a lot of power of attraction, people are easily interested in them and they can attract very generous partners with them. They like the idea of marriage and may find comfort daydreaming about it.
🟤Venus opposition Saturn: Problems of self-esteem or to accept themselves and their value as a person. Preference for older couples, either in age or maturity [or in general with an age difference]. Very loyal and constant people in love, it may be difficult for them to express themselves at the beginning but they will be very devoted. A rather natural beauty, elegant and refined. It may seem that they are not interested in love, deep down they crave for a steady relationship. People can put a lot of expectations on them, easily drained by interactions. Feeling of lacking peace and stability.
🟤Venus opposition Uranus: They are fascinated by what is out of the ordinary, what is unique and they have unique tastes both in their aesthetics and in their partners. They may find things attractive that are not in the beauty standards of their country por culture. They are quickly interested in people, but they lose interest somewhat quickly as well. They look for a friend in their partners. May attract friends who have some romantic interest in them or vice versa, but sometimes it isn’t reciprocated. Possibility of dating people very different from them, having long-distance relationships or meeting romances in unconventional situations.
🟤Venus opposition Neptune: Great artistic nature, very creative, dreamy and talented in the artistic field. Tendency to ignore the flaws of those they love, and may idealize potential partners. They may fall in love with people they can't have or people like artists, celebrities, or literary characters. Their self-esteem may be somewhat low and they may have trouble accepting their beauty. Their partners obsess over these people, but not as much as the natives over them. They are afraid that their partner will lie or cheat on them and that may stop them from opening up to them.
🟤Venus opposition Pluto: They are very intense people in love, for them it is ride or die, everything or nothing at all, and not just in love, but in everything that consist in their feelings. They are very appealing to other people but may dislike the way they look or have self-esteem issues. They have an enormous desire to feel desired by their partner and to be one with them. They can attract very intense relationships that change them, either for better or for worse, and can be difficult for their partners to forget. They are attracted to intense and mysterious partners. They believe in instant attraction.
🟤Mars opposition Jupiter: Strong temperament, they get impatient very quickly but it is difficult for them to get upset, since they usually joke with their anger. However when they get angry they become sharp and explosive. They can make judgments quickly, jump to conclusions quickly, and be very spontaneous. Lots of sex drive and sex appeal. They enjoy challenges, but more to be a challenge to others. Fun, outgoing and very charismatic. Need to stay physically active, very productive and energetic. They easily motivate other people. They are constantly on the defensive. They work very hard for what they want.
🟤Mars opposition Saturn: A lot of ambition and desire to go far. Pessimism or their fear of failure can stop them from daring to do what they are passionate about. Excess control of themselves. They hate to see themselves as reckless or very impulsive. Great work ethic, responsible and good leaders. Tendency to repress their impulses and anger so as not to lose their minds or have a cool head. Constant arguments or annoyances with the father or other figures of authority. Prone to headache and dizziness due to stress. They can be intimidating and very strong people to others. Rather being respected than loved.
🟤Mars opposition Uranus: They are very intense and energetic people, even being able to touch the nervous and hyperactive. They are the true rebels, they hate that others set rules for them or demand things, results or expectations from them. They neither set nor meet anyone's expectations. They like to do things their way. Preference to work on your own. Their frankness often hurts on many occasions. Tendency to attract argumentative or dramatic friendships. They are not afraid to argue with anyone, regardless of their rank or position. They are easily motivated and unmotivated.
🟤Mars opposition Neptune: These natives love to help people, they are very altruistic and actively seek to do a common good. They want to make their dreams a reality. They are very secretive about their plans and don't like to say out loud what they plan to do. They can attract enemies who are disguised as friendly people and friends. People can take advantage of their kindness, so they tend to be very attentive to the actions of others regarding them, they do not trust easily. They can be gossiping targets. They look for in sex, a very strong emotional and spiritual union.
🟤Mars opposition Pluto: They are people of very strong character, they do not make their annoyance very evident, they might not even talk about it. They can be somewhat vindictive if you hurt them or those they love. Sexual and passionate people, they are also very intense with their emotions, whether it is the deepest love, or the deepest hate. Attract envy more frequently. Very appealing and attractive to people. Strategic and talented as leaders, as they will never want to act immediately and impulsively. They usually attack the weak points of their enemies. Observant, cautious and not easily fooled.
🟤Jupiter opposition Saturn: The natives are wise, rational, fair and kind to people. Morality is superior to legality for some of them. They may have periods of either being very positive or very negative, but once they mature, they will become realistic. Admirable people who seem to be more mature and understanding than the rest. They can become highly recognized in their work and it is easy for them to earn the respect and admiration of people. They are afraid of seeing themselves as very boring but also as irresponsible, so they look for a middle ground. They can face hard experiences, but they will be rewarded.
🟤Jupiter opposition Uranus: They are very independent people and can be inspiring to many as their authenticity and aura are often very genuine. They may have many friends or admirers. They stand out for their intelligence, but they do not usually see themselves as such intelligent people, hence their need to continue learning. They learn better on their own. They are usually very inventive and ingenious in finding solutions or creating means in which to express themselves. They fight for their freedom and for the freedom of those who are marginalized. They can evade reality through the internet.
🟤Jupiter opposition Neptune: Great inclination and curiosity towards spirituality, they are empathetic people who love to help others to heal through this, or even through art. Constant existential questions, they question a lot their purpose on earth. They can sacrifice a lot of themselves for the ones they love the most, but many people can take advantage of that. Daydreaming as part of a daily basis. Very dreamy, some may brand them as unrealistic, naive or with an excess of faith. They are very creative people with a very vivid imagination and fascinating ideas. Lots of sensitivity.
🟤Jupiter opposition Pluto: They increase the chances of success, of having a lot of money or reaching a position of power. It is worth mentioning that they can spend a lot of money too. Great leaders who are very suspicious of people and their intentions. Difficulties with teachers, who may see them as arrogant or may argue with them to see who is right. Indomitable, they hate being imposed rules. A lot of convincing power towards the masses. When a cause or activity pleases them, they give themselves totally to it. Passionate and focused. Their confidence is envied and many can see them as arrogant for it.
🟤Saturn opposite Uranus: They will always seek their freedom and do things their way. They may have conflict or discussions with the father or authority figures because they will be very controlling of the native. They seek success by innovating and not being like other people. They can work on something that is seen as very complex by other people. They doubt their intellect at times. The natives may feel that it is more difficult for them than for the rest to carry out their plans or do what they want, they feel restricted in some way. Alternating between having an order or hating schedule everything.
🟤Saturn opposite Neptune: They feel confused and overwhelmed with reality on many occasions. They may have trouble believing that miracles exist or that people mean well. The father may be sick, very noble, addicted, unreliable, or distant from the native in some way. It may take some time for them to grow professionally, but they can go a long way. They can attract older people [bosses, colleagues or “friends”] who want to lower them from that pedestal. They easily attract compassion, as they are very kind and benevolent people. If they learn to be realistic they can make their dreams come true.
🟤Saturn opposite Pluto: They will have tense and complex experiences throughout their lives, whether it is some type of rejection or extreme experiences that will make them develop a lot of inner strength and that hard shell. They hate being weak in front of others and never allow themselves to be destroyed by others. They will always defend themselves and others who fight their same battles. May have a lot of power in life, in the same way, they can attract enemies or people who judge or treat them badly. However, there will always be a group of people to whom the native will seem admirable, strong and respectable.
-Elysian
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Her smile
Summary: I taught you everything you know. Her words resonated through his mind. I saved you. And she had. He couldn’t deny it any longer. It’s not like he ever had; he was just too much of an asshole to admit it to her.
Warnings: A little bit of angst, but mostly fluff. Good ending (maybe…). Violence, blood, etc… There’s a little of Kaz’s backstory mentioned, but it has slight changes. I think a curse word here and there, I can’t remember. This was a little bit rushed, so expect grammatical mistakes. One or two uses of “Y/n”.
Quick clarifications: Y/n is a year or two older than Kaz, not more. This is kind of written from Kaz’s point of view. You get a glimpse of his thoughts, which are in italics. You might also see the constant use of the word “ja”, that was just me trying to add a little Kerch touch to the story. ( Ja = Yes. )
Author’s note: I am still trying to figure out this new writing style, but actually really liked how this turned out. I tried not to make Kaz that ooc, but I’m unsure of whether I succeeded or not. Comments are extremely appreciated!
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Keep running. That was the only thing Kaz could think of. Run or be caught and end up like Jordie. So he ran. He ran, and kept running until his legs gave out. Get up. Keep running. But he couldn’t.
The temperatures were dropping, he had cast off his wet pants, but his shirt still clung to him, reminding him of the dew-laden grass back in Lij that would stubbornly stick to his bare feet. I need a different shirt.
As he gasped for breath, contemplation filled the moment, presenting an opportunity to plan his next move. Though he knew some clothing stores were open, the absence of funds and a nagging doubt lingered – in Ketterdam, who would spare a glance for a kid in drenched clothes?
I could bite another kid. He thought, but he knew the chances of acquiring more clothing items out of acting like a rabid dog were slim. Moreover, he pondered the peculiarity of another child rummaging through the barrel at this hour. Think, Rietveld, think.
A moving shadow caught his attention from the corner of his eye, triggering the instinct to flee from potential danger. Yet, just as he prepared to sprint, he discerned the diminutive size of the shadow, halting him before he could take off. They can’t be much older than me.
To his credit, it had seemed like a brilliant plan. Biting the other kid had secured him a new pair of pants, albeit snug in certain areas craving more breathing room. Regardless, they were dry.
Why, then, should he have anticipated the petite shadow to swiftly twist his arm at an angle before the opportunity to enact his rabid dog performance even arose?
“I haven’t seen you around before.”
Kaz had expected the shadow to be many things, a girl, however, had not been one of them. Jordie would have died laughing if he saw this.
“Cat ate your tongue?”
“It did not. No.”
“There you go. What business?”
He had heard that question before – in the alleys, the pleasure houses, along Geldstraat, Jakob Hertzoon.
“No business.”
With a huff, the mysterious girl relinquished her grip on his arm and nudged him with a push. Run, Kaz. Run. But something else in him had told him to stay.
“What is it that you want then, …-“
“Kaz.”
“What do you want, Kaz?”
Multiple answers ran through his head, all of them something that he desperately needed- Jordie, my da, money, food, Hertzoon. “I want a dry shirt.”
“Is that why you’ve been scaring kids off?”
“You’ve been following me.”
“Can you blame me? You caught the attention of a lot of people after biting the kid.”
Admittedly, he was aware of the fact that it had not been his brightest idea, but he was desperate.
“I suppose I could help. Wait here.”
And just like that, she was gone. Not even leavening the sound of her footsteps behind. She won’t come back. Ignoring his mind, he decided to wait. Wait and hope that she would return. Hope is dangerous. Still, he waited.
Not long after, a whispered “Kaz!” was heard from the shadows. “Come here!”
And went he did. His gaze jumping from corner to corner, trying to figure out why the mysterious girl suddenly had the urge to whisper.
“Here you go.”
“Wha- Where did you get this from?”
“That store over there.”
“I don’t have money to pay you back.”
“Pay me back? It was free.”
Free? He doubted that. Ketterdam did not seem like the place where free clothes were handed out to kids in need. So, how did she get a free shirt? Oh.
“You stole it?”
“Ja.”
“How?”
“You really are new here, huh?”
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“Jakob Hertzoon?”
“That’s what I said, ja.”
“No clue. Never heard that name before.”
How could she possibly not know Hertzoon when she knows everyone in this forsaken city?
“He is a scammer. A thief.”
“You are going to have to be a little more specific than that, Kaz.”
“Old, average height, beard.”
“Sounds to me like everyone else in Ketterdam.”
Great. He had truly believed that she would be able to help him find Hertzoon, but it seemed like luck hadn’t been on his side for a while now.
“Anyone you can think of?”
“No, not really.”
“He has a daughter. Saskia.”
And he assumed that was the key detail she sought because the moment the name escaped his lips, she froze. Maybe luck is on my side.
“Red ribbon girl?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, Kaz…”
Maybe luck is not on my side.
“What?”
“There is no Jakob Hertzoon.”
He hated her. So much. No one believed him, and just when he thought he could trust someone again, she went and crushed it like it was nothing.
“There is.”
“No, Kaz-“
“Why won’t you believe me?”
He felt like crying. He felt betrayed. The same way he did the day Jordie had him climb up to the window to peek inside, only to find that Hertzoon was gone. That they had been betrayed.
“I do believe you.”
“Then-“
“That’s not his name.”
“He said it was-“
Oh. You idiot. Of course that was a lie too.
“The person you are looking for is Pekka Rollins.”
Pekka Rollins.
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Since that day, Kaz had remained by her side, recognizing that an ally in an unfamiliar city was preferable to navigating it alone.
“And you are doing this because…?”
“None of your business.”
“All of my business, Kaz.”
In moments like this, Kaz found himself longing for the chance to rewind time, back to the day they met, and enact his plan of biting and escaping.
“I want to do something nice for someone.”
“Mmh. What you’re trying to say is that you fancy someone, ja?”
“Ja.”
Once again, that stupid smile adorned her face. However, he comprehended the reason behind her teasing. After all, he had been seeking her assistance to conquer his phobia throughout the entire past week.
“Of course I’ll help you, Kaz. You just need to wait a week.”
“Why?”
“The old man wants my help in some stupid job.”
“What job?”
“I’m just meeting with some contractors, nothing fun.”
Initially intending to wait, he seized the chance when an opportunity unexpectedly presented itself.
It started off small, with him merely removing his gloves for brief intervals, but soon he opted to take it a step further.
Had he waited a mere couple of hours, perhaps he wouldn't find himself holding an ice pack to his left cheek right now. Unfortunately, impatience got the better of him.
Believing that taking on a job without his gloves was a clever shortcut, he hadn't anticipated Borj assigning him the task of restraining someone.
It had been too much, too fast, forcing him to release the individual. He had inadvertently granted someone an escape opportunity, all because of a girl.
“Kaz.”
Run. Hide. Yet, after the brutal beating he endured, he lacked the strength for either option.
“Kaz.”
“What?”
“What happened?”
Despite the strong urge to snap at her, to demand solitude, he found himself disheartened and in pain. So he told her everything.
“Where’s Borj?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
But apparently, she had cared because as soon as those words escaped his lips, she was on her feet and walking away from him. You are weak, Brekker.
Not long after she left, a commotion outside caught his attention. Initially inclined to ignore it, given the commonality of fights in the barrel, he changed his mind upon recognizing her voice. Rising to his feet, he went in search of her.
"Does it make you feel powerful, Borj? Stronger, or better than everyone else?”
There she stood, an accusatory finger pointed and rhythmically striking Borj in the chest.
“Does beating a kid make you feel like you matter?"
"Get out of here before I beat your ass too, kid."
But defiance laced her words as she challenged, "Try me."
And try he did.
That marked the final encounter Kaz had with Borj.
Of course, that's excluding the occasion when she assisted him in tracking down Borj, enabling him to exact his own revenge.
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“Breathe, Kaz.”
“I am.”
“You are not.”
He truly wasn’t. Despite an hour of attempting to crack the lock, he couldn’t find the pressure point she kept talking about.
“Stop.”
“No, I almost got it.”
“Stop.”
With a sigh, the lock picks he had previously been using clattered on the table, his gloved hand reaching up to rub at his temples in frustration.
“If you keep jabbing the lock picks in, you won’t be able to find where to push down on.”
This was a stupid idea. He had witnessed her effortlessly open various locks within seconds and believed that asking her to teach him was a brilliant plan.
It wasn't her fault, really. He simply had a tendency to get frustrated when things didn't unfold as he intended.
The fact that he was embarrassing himself in front of her wasn't helping in the slightest either. How was he supposed to steal her heart if he couldn’t even learn to pick a lock?
But then she flashed that smile, and everything seemed to get better.
“Here, let me show you again.”
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“Aim higher.”
“I can’t aim any higher unless you want the bullet to- hopefully, hit a bird.”
With a sigh, she stepped closer to him, her hand extending.
“May I?”
A nod of his head was all she needed before she carefully grabbed his arm, pushing it slightly upward.
“There. Try again.”
A single shot echoed through the air and this time, unlike the many others, the bullet hit the mark.
“Attaboy.”
And, saints, if he hadn’t been smiling already because of his success, he knew he would've struggled to suppress the grin that would've undoubtedly appeared on his face at the sight of her twinkling eyes and smile.
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“Please just go.”
“I won’t until you tell me what’s wrong, Kaz.”
What isn’t wrong?
“I won't be able to fix all of your problems, but you'll never have to face them alone.” With those words, she stepped closer. His breath caught, his body responding as it always did. His stomach churned, hands trembling, and sweat starting to form on his forehead. “I may not have all the answers or solutions, but I do have all the time in the world for you.”
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Who exactly was he thinking about, he wasn’t sure. For all that mattered, it could’ve been her, Jordie, or even Pekka- again. But most of all, he detested what he’d become.
I hate you, Rietveld.
“It's alright if things are going differently to what you had planned, Kaz.”
But it isn’t.
“It's alright if your life is taking turns you never could've predicted.”
It has for a while now.
“It's alright if you're feeling overwhelmed.”
I am. Constantly overwhelmed with dreams and hopes that I just can’t pursue. I am not strong enough.
“Kaz, there is no rulebook for existing.”
I wish there were.
“Watching you move through life with your head held high and your strength radiating, even on the tough days, has been such an eye-opening and inspiring experience.”
But it was fake. He was not strong. He was scared.
She could sense the turmoil inside his mind. She didn't need to hear it to understand the dark narrative he was weaving for himself. The destructive lies his brain was pleading with him to believe.
“I can't protect you from everything,” another step closer, “but I'll do my best to make sure you're safe.”
Soon, she had reached his bed, and with a subtle nod, he silently granted her permission to sit beside him, his gaze still fixed downward.
“I trust you, with the entirety of my heart.” Carefully, she lifted her arm, waiting for his response. Anticipating him to tell her to stop, expecting him to push her away as he always did.
But this time, he didn't. He inhaled deeply and, with deliberate effort, raised his body off the bed using his arms, moving closer to her.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, even at a distance. He could feel her warmth, and he longed for it. He yearned to draw nearer.
He longed to break down and cry, wishing for her embrace to envelop him. Imagining her tender hand soothingly moving up and down his back while he heard the gentle thumping of her heart.
“I hope you never forget that I believe in you. Wholeheartedly. With every fibre of my being.”
In that moment, he let his eyes brim with unshed tears, and for once, he allowed someone to see it. His gazed slowly moved up from the ground, halting at the sight of her face, and then delicately tracing down her features, pausing at the captivating allure of her smile.
And for the first time ever, he allowed himself to fall into her welcoming arms.
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“How did you do that?”
“What?”
“The pen thing.”
“Magic.”
“Teach me.”
For the first time ever, she was asking him to teach her something. He never thought this moment would come. He had believed that there was nothing she didn’t know how to do.
Yet, here she was, seeking his guidance to unravel the secrets of a magic trick. A small shift, perhaps, but an unexpected and welcomed turn nonetheless.
“A magician never reveals his secre-”
“Oh for Saint’s sake, Kaz.”
“All right, all right.”
Saints. That smile.
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“You are not thinking clearly, Brekker.”
“I’m thinking clear enough to know that you are not helping.”
She is right. Deep down he knew that. She is always right. But today, he wouldn’t accept it.
He had a solid plan. The only issue was that the blueprints he had acquired were not up to date, and the building he was meant to be in was old.
“You are going to get yourself killed, Kaz.”
“So what?”
Numerous opportunities for death had come his way, but it hadn’t claimed him yet. So, what was another risk going to do? If he was meant to die, he would.
“If you don’t care, I do.”
“Ja?”
“Ja.”
Of course, she cares. Yet, he wasn’t about to abandon his plan that easily. Unless she had a better one, he wasn’t going to heed her advice any longer.
“Let me go in.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Listen to me-“
“No.”
He was reckless, yes. But not reckless enough to send her into the building. He knew the risks, and he wouldn’t take the one that could potentially lead to losing her.
His chair was suddenly yanked back from his desk. In an instant, he found himself pinned to the wall, her foot next to his shoulder, blocking him from moving the chair back to its original place.
“If you won’t listen, I’m going to make you listen.”
Kaz's face suddenly reddened, the close proximity and her position evoking an unexpected sensation within him.
Saints.
"If you go in there and something happens, we both know you won’t be able to make it out." she stated firmly. “This is not the way to take down Rollins.”
He was in no position to deny it. He wouldn’t make it out, that was for sure. His leg had been bothering him for the last month, which had also made him slower. Made me weak.
“I can. You know I can.”
With a swift move of his leg, he hit hers, causing her to fall to the ground sideways. This gave him the perfect opportunity to stand up.
Just like she had, he positioned his foot right next to her shoulder and leaned down, close enough so that their faces were almost touching.
“Not so fast now, are you?”
“Asshole.”
Help her up. But he resisted the urge to. Instead, with their faces so close, he said, “If risking your life to prove that you’re better is what makes you leave me alone, then do so.” And with that, he moved.
Her face displayed fury, brows furrowed, mouth in a thin line. But, he didn’t care enough to spare her a second glance. Instead, he sat back down on his chair and moved it back to his desk.
“You would be nothing without me, Brekker.”
“I disagree.”
“I taught you everything you know.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling.”
“I saved you. Don’t forget that.”
And just like that, she was gone, leaving nothing but the echo of a slammed door behind.
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I taught you everything you know. Her words resonated through his mind. I saved you. And she had. He couldn’t deny it any longer. It’s not like he ever had; he was just too much of an asshole to admit it to her.
No. No, no, no! He refused to accept that it was over. That she was gone, vanished in the blink of an eye. That she had died believing that he was ungrateful. Believing that he hated her.
He could never hate her; he loved- loves her. I love her.
Run. That was the only thing Kaz could think of. Run or risk her dying. So he ran. He ran, and kept running until his legs screamed at him to stop. Don’t stop. Keep running. And he did.
He ran until he reached the remnants of the building she had been in. The building I let her go into.
"Help!" he yelled at the rest of the crows, hoping they would start running and come to help him find her.
Dig. Dig. Dig, and keep digging. he urged himself, desperation mounting. Every rock he picked and discarded elsewhere only revealed more rocks underneath. No sign of her. Dig until your hands bleed.
It felt like an eternity before Jesper yelled at them, “She’s here!” Before Jesper even had the chance to finish what he was saying, Kaz had already gotten up and started running towards him. “Where?”
“Where, Jesper, where?”
Kaz’s gaze trailed along the path indicated by Jesper’s finger, only to find a bloodied hand underneath the rubble. No, no, no.
He swiftly dropped to his knees, fervently tossing rocks in all directions. Keep digging, were the only words in his mind.
Kaz could hear the sound of his gloves ripping, but in this moment, he paid it no mind. He persisted in his efforts until her top half emerged from beneath the rubble. “Darling?”
He could feel the ghosts of his past clutching at his back, attempting to drag him under the water. But he couldn’t let them. He wouldn’t.
Come on, Rietveld. His hands were shaking, and he could hear his friend calling his name, asking him to move aside, to allow them to pull her from beneath the rubble, but he ignored it.
He couldn't bear the thought of living without her by his side, without her guiding him through everything he longed to learn.
He couldn’t fathom the thought of never seeing her eyes sparkle or living without ever hearing the sound of her voice, the resonance of her laughter.
He couldn’t imagine a world where her stupidly beautiful smile never graced his sight again.
With shaky hands, he seized her from underneath the shoulders and pulled.
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Three fractured bones, two dislocated joints, a canvas of cuts and bruises, and head trauma.
That’s what the medik had told them. Those were her injuries. Injuries caused by my stupidity.
She must’ve been anticipating the collapse and realized that escaping in time was impossible. The medik also conveyed the belief that the position she deemed safer to take had ultimately saved her life. Smart girl.
To him, witnessing her so unnaturally still was a disconcerting sight, one he never wished to experience again.
In the time they had known each other, Kaz had only seen her injured three times, including this incident. Ironically, each of those three instances where she got hurt was somehow connected to him.
“Brekker!”
“Ja?”
“I’m going to murder you.”
He could see the fury in her eyes, and for a second, he entertained the thought that she might actually kill him.
He was well aware that he was breaking every rule she had set up for him. These rules were not akin to the ones parents give their children – no candy after seven, brush your teeth before bed, and so on. No, these rules, according to her, had been crafted to keep him safe, to keep him alive.
But he just couldn’t stop thinking about Rollins. He understood that venturing into the Dime Lions' turf was risky, downright foolish. However, he felt compelled to get a closer look at him, to learn everything about him in order to destroy him, to make him pay.
“One rule, Kaz. One rule.”
He was slightly surprised at how quickly she had found him. It hadn’t been that long, perhaps just an hour, including the time he spent walking from the Slat to the Emerald Palace.
“I’m fine!”
“You won’t be once I lay my hands on you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
He knew she was furious; he could see it in her eyes. He had observed that whenever a surge of anger swept over her, an intense glare would manifest, with a sharp focus on whatever had incited her wrath- in this case, him.
Her pupils would also dilate, at times with rapid changes in size, set against narrowed eyelids.
But still, he could sense her smile attempting to break through the anger. He watched as she fought against it, resisting the grin that sought to make its way to her face.
“Come here, you tall idiot.”
He had finally reached that age when it felt as if one night he went to bed shorter than her, only to wake up the next morning towering over. He liked it.
“Coming.”
What neither of them had been expecting was the shot that rang out as soon as he stood by her side.
Quickly and without thinking, he took her arm and pulled her behind the wall, providing them with a safe place to hide.
“That was close.”
“Kaz-“
“Come on, we have to go.”
“Kaz.”
Before he even had the chance to fully turn around, he heard the distinct sound of a body hitting the ground. When he saw her, he felt like he was trapped in a dream. Or rather, a nightmare.
He could hear her choking, struggling to breathe, gasping for air as her lungs filled with her own blood. He could see her desperately holding her neck, applying pressure in a futile attempt to staunch the flow.
He could see the pool of blood forming underneath her. Not just any blood, but her blood. “No.”
It had been nothing short of a miracle that he had the strength to drag her all the way back to the Slat without passing out himself.
By the time they made it back, she had lost all the color in her face. Her once pink lips were now tinted with her own blood. Her body had begun to grow colder, and his clothes were completely ruined.
The doctor had advised him not to hope for anything. He told him to adhere to the harsh reality that there was nothing more the doctor or anyone else could have done for her. That she might not make it through the night, or wake up.
“Kaz.”
“She will.”
“Hope is dangerous in the barrel, kid.”
“She will wake up.”
“Kaz?”
“She has to.”
And she had. So why won’t she wake up now?
“Kaz!”
“What?”
And just like that, he was snapped back from his memories, and reimbursed in reality.
“You need to eat something.”
“I’m fine.”
“You haven’t eaten a thing since…”
“Since the day she almost died because of me. Go on, Inej, you can say it.”
Inej’s gentle exhale echoed as she delicately set down what he assumed was a plate with food, before leaving. Her steps quiet enough for the subtle sound to blend seamlessly with the room’s stillness.
He permitted his thoughts to return to their previous dwelling as soon as the door clicked shut behind Inej.
Growing up with Y/n at his side was a privilege he didn’t often acknowledge. “I’m sorry I have taken you for granted.”
He meant it from the bottom of his cold heart when he said, “I genuinely know I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for you.”
The fondest memories etched in his heart were those shared with her, doing whatever they had been doing. He cherished every moment they spent together, even if he didn’t show it at the time.
I want to keep creating memories with you.
“Seeing you happy make my heart smile.”
It did, truly.
“There is nothing more that I want than to see you live the beautiful life you deserve.”
He couldn’t even remember the amount of times she had helped him. With anything and everything.
“Please wake up.”
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He succumbed to nourishment under the watchful eyes of Inej and Nina, relenting only after their threats to stabilize his racing heart and administer sustenance while he was unconscious.
Immobile, he had lingered by her bedside without the slightest shift since the day he carried her back from that ill-fated job.
It felt like it had been ages before his breath caught as he saw her stir, a subtle movement that held the weight of an entire universe of emotions. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his.
“Y/n.”
In that instant, her radiant smile graced his world once more. He had yearned for this moment, the warmth of her smile rekindling a flame in his heart.
He didn't resist this time. All pretense crumbled, revealing a genuine smile on his face, a rare sight that echoed the warmth he felt in his heart.
“I am sorry.”
“Kaz-“
“No. You deserve this. You deserve an apology.”
Slowly, he moved closer, his bare hand extending toward hers. Unexpectedly, there was no tremor, no unsettling unease in his stomach, and the haunting echoes of the past seemed momentarily muted. It was a rare instance where Kaz felt a measure of control over his thoughts, his body, and the outreached hand.
“You saved me countless times, in ways beyond measure. Over and over again. You’ve saved me in more ways than anyone could ever fathom.”
She saved the shivering kid that had crawled out of the harbor. She provided refuge and became an ally.
“You gave me a chance. You gave Jordie a chance.”
She gave him control—over his body, over his fear. She provided him with armor when he needed it the most. A second skin—the gloves that would later weave a legend around him, making people fear him.
“You gave me peace.”
Throughout it all, she never gave up. Standing by his side for hours on end, teaching him the essentials of survival and imparting the knowledge crucial for his survival. And, not just that, she taught him everything he longed to learn. Things that had ignited the curiosity of a kid.
Over and over again, she defended him when he was too weak to defend himself. She shielded him from everything and everyone, regardless of the consequences.
“You stood by my side and never left. Even when I begged you to.”
She imparted the skills of combat, manipulation, and information extraction. She taught him the art of thievery and pickpocketing.
She nurtured him with care, ensuring his well-being in a world that often demanded too much. She prepared his favorite meals and gently reminding him to take breaks, to rest.
“You keep me young, healthy. Powerful.”
She offered him her shoulder to lean on when the burden became too heavy, not just once but repeatedly. Through it all, never once did she judge.
She was there for him, patiently listening to everything he had to share—plans, troubles, the past, the present, and the future. Through it all, she sat beside him and listened.
“You have grounded me on so many occasions and guided me towards a better life and a happier heart.”
She made his heart feel like it was beating again, as if it had come back to life. As if Kaz Rietveld had not quite died, but instead merged with Brekker and came out only with her.
“You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I am always in awe of your kindness and compassion for those around you.”
Growing up next to her had been nothing short of magical.
She's the anchor in his chaos, the silent strength in his storm, the guiding light through the murky waters. And despite the irritation she causes every now and then, he wouldn't have it any other way.
She was the one he wanted to love. Freely and without fear of what might happen. He wanted to love and be loved by her. He wanted to be by her side every second of the day.
He wanted to make her smile all the time. He needed to see her smile.
“I-“
Come on, Kaz. He wanted to tell her. He needed to let her know. He wanted to unravel the feelings he had kept hidden for far too long. “I-“ It was time to break free from the armor he wore, allowing himself to embrace both the love and the pain that might come with it.
“You…?”
“I love you.”
And in that moment, her smile was the only affirmation he needed, telling him that he had chosen the right words.
“I love you too, Kaz.”
Ghezen, that fucking smile.
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December Snapshot 🌷
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🍯 Pile 1
Okay so your December is going to start off very well but you may have some bumps in the road, lets talk about that. You will see your finances improve in December and will find yourself in a position where you are able to help not only yourself but possibly family members and friends who need monetary help as well, you may also get a raise or a promotion or a boss/person in authority under whom you work could put in a few good words for you to the higher ups leading to you getting more opportunities.
This December is all about reaping what you have already sowed and worked hard for. You will find yourself being a great communicator and in harmony in your interpersonal relationships, especially romantic ones, if you do not have someone already, a potential romantic partner may be entering or has entered your life who will be pursuing you, this person could possibly have strong Aries/fire energy and be someone who has a very infectious laugh and possibly freckles as well, they could be very outgoing.
Now onto the bumps, so December is going to do for you which you have not done for yourself so far, very cleaning much in the spirit of cleaning your energy and weeding out people you do not need or who do not have your best interest at heart. You may have been ignoring the flaws in certain relationships not wanting them to fall apart, as well as ignoring a certain opportunity you may be too scared to take, this is related to music or art heavily, and this December the universe will kinda thrust these things upon you and you may find yourself as well as certain people around you heartbroken nearing the end of this month as you prepare for the new year.
🍯 Pile 2
Hello pile 2, a lot of soul-searching comes your way this December, you will be trying to bring back the spark you think you have lost over the years because you have grown up, but people will not make this easy for you trust me. There may be people around you who discourage you to do certain things by either making fun of you/teasing you for it or claiming you are too grown to do it but try not to pay any mind to them as these activities, maybe watching old cartoons or colouring could lead to you connecting with your inner spirit and finding inspiration taking you out of ruts both in a creative sense and also with regard to clarity about what you want to do in life.
You have a youthful spirit, where you are not afraid of starting over and December is going to test you on that, you will be called to keep patient in the face of adversity and change courses because of missed chances or I am getting missed flights for some of you which could be related to some trip being cancelled and you could end up having a hitch in your finances where you may have to control your spending this month to maintain balance by maybe living below your means.
You could also end up having an argument with someone with masculine and earthy energy, particularly someone who may have prominent Capricorn in their chart regarding romantic relationships and commitment, this person may want you to start taking responsibility and committing to not only people but also things and could imply that time is ticking for you and that not making any decisions is not better than making bad decisions or mistakes. They could be a mentor figure or a family member.
🍯 Pile 3
To start off, there is going to be a lot of introspection for you this month, you may feel like nothing's going your way or that nothing is going in general, the amount of stagnation could lead you to feel like whatever you are doing is wrong and could really frustrate you. However, because your financial stability this month is going to be off the charts, you will keep doing what you are doing and build a lot of relationships around you with people who could help you enhance it even further.
You will find yourself getting lucky financially and experience accomplishments that you are already expecting, to be honest, which is why you could feel stagnant even after this.
The reason you may be introspecting this month could be to do with you wanting quietude from the hustle and bustle of the grind life and rethink if this is what you really want. You could question your lifestyle maybe you are someone who is in the middle of city life and have a job or school/college life that is very hectic and you may have a chance to get away from it for a bit and you have to make the choice to either go with the flow or challenge the universe and decide you prefer things the way they are.
December will bring about situations especially career wise where you will need to be willing to let go of preconceived notions and switch perspectives that you do not NEED to constantly grind to get what you want because you will get it due to you deserving it and having the skills to accomplish it. This month will be closing out by you finding yourself confused about these things and trying to make up your mind, this could lead to you hesitating to confront the cracks that may have been forming in your life ideologically rather than materially.
🍯 Pile 4
Oh, Pile 4 this month you will be stepping into your power! Deserved! This could be after a long while of contemplation regarding if you deserve it, but then realising you would not have gotten the opportunities if you did not. You will be working alongside possibly an older person who will teach you how to embody the traits of a leader, being strict yet understanding and building relationships with your peers where you do not feel like you are overshadowing them, which could be a concern of yours.
This month will require you to do a lot of learning, from skills to adopting new ideas and how to be adaptable, being able to communicate effectively and clearly with a wide range of people you will really find yourself in a better place careerwise than you may have in the past months. You will be grabbing all the opportunities you will get to strengthen your relationships with people and go after opportunities ranging from jobs and school to getting something you may have wanted for a while like a bag or a car. You will be very lucky and "right place, right time" could be a strong statement for this month for you.
However, because of all of this and the changing tides, you being new to these things you could feel anxious and overwhelmed by all the responsibilities. Although you would be able to complete them and keep up with them, you could start questioning yourself again, this self-doubt could lead to maybe hitting a tiny bump in the road where you could fumble something moderately important, but this would just make you more determined to trust yourself going forward. You will also take time to relax and rejuvenate this month, and could start meditating! And if not, it would be advisable to because it helps a lot (speaking from personal experience).
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For some reason my post about the Heist in the Hells has been getting some traction recently so I thought maybe it's time to talk about my actual thoughts on what I would like to see in the hypothetical Heist in the Hells DLC (my personal hell)
I was trying to figure out a whole bunch of stuff about Mephistopheles and the 8th layer of the hells! First, the vaults are in Mephistar, a citadel on top of a Glacier named Nargus, which is piloted by Mephisto all over Cania constantly on the move. Mephisto has his slowly melting throne at the very center of the glacier, and the rest of the city is like a mini-hell with 3 terraced levels where the lowest level is with “lowly least devils” and mid tier for mid devils i guess and then hellfire masters and nobles and the wizards on the third higher levels. It’s heated on the inside of Mephistar! It has baths and scented fires (not sure what they smell like but I assume something other than fire?)
The rest of Cania is just like barren wasteland full of just the weirdest left over arcane energy cus of Mephisto’s experimentation, its cold as fuck and it has constant surveillance against spies, mostly spies sent by Dispater, mr THE Arms Dealer of all the planes, so you know that motherfucker mephistopheles is very used to these types of people showing up and trying to go into the vaults and such
NOW Helsik very specifically used the words “I punched a portal into the Archdevil’s dusty vaults”, so I assume it was directly into the vaults that they fell into. I'm not sure how this is even possible but i'm not one to ask questions that i will never understand the answers to (lying, im seething)
However, regardless of the fact that I don't know how Helsik the queen that she is did that, she did do it. I imagine the vaults are huge and incredibly elaborate and probably several stories? Layers? Deep. The items and scrolls and information must all be neatly cataloged and kept track of in the most particular way because Mephistopheles is nothing if not obsessively controlling of all his knowledge and information
However the whereabouts of the actual physical objects must be like.. Constantly changing or magically protected so that those with no authorization cannot find their way through the vaults
Mephistopheles’s filing system is… insane but i do think he would keep track. Or make someone else keep track. He’s very busy. He typically hands down experiments he ran out of time to deal with in his busy schedule to his lessers so I wouldn't put it past him to have someone else also take care of the cataloging. The Crown of Karsus is NOT high on his priority list so i understand how this was potentially feasible to Gortash and The Dark Urge
Actually Talking about the heist itself now:
I imagine that if a whole heist dlc (don't think we’re getting one but a man can dream) did happen it would start with a bit of exposition. Probably explaining a little bit of the Letters between Durge and Gortash. Specifically these ones:
Then we cut to a scene where they’re already at Helsik’s place. They’ve discussed the plans in depth, they’ve been doing test runs for this in the House of Hope and now it’s time for the real deal.
Helsik “punches” the portal into the Vaults and they jump in. The portal closes behind them, Helsik will not allow herself to be implicated in anything. They take in their surroundings; they have to be quick, although it is heated inside of Mephistar the frigidness of Cania cuts deeper than anything Baldur’s Gate could ever manage. I imagine that they, having never been here before, look for something that can help them navigate/orient themselves in the vaults. Perhaps that whole cataloging system I talked about earlier. You can choose to ignore it and just go straight forwards checking every room making it substantially harder and less efficient which makes Gortash a little pissy at you for not taking his advice and helping him look for that or you can look around for one but the actual system for cataloging is encrypted
Maybe a mini puzzle game can take place here, like the one with the brain in Moonrise Towers
The thingy would then lead deeper into vaults where they would fight Gelugons (the main residents of the 8th layer also known as ice devils) and other assorted devils including pit fiends and pain devils. Maybe a couple dire polar bears also who knows who Mephisto but on his security team
At one point i want to come across an ice devil that much like Yurgir in the house of hope in act 3, can be convinced to side with you and become a temporary ally (perhaps it holds resentment towards Hutijin, mephistopheles’ second in command, and just got sick and tired of the monotony and wants to stick it to the man, i just want a devil in my party even for a second)
If you manage to successfully persuade this devil to join you, Gortash might be impressed and tell you about how tricking a devil is no easy feat, you can ask him to elaborate on that and he might tell you a bit about his time in the house of hope as Raphael’s unwilling guest
Who knows
Moving on, I’d like several more puzzles to delve deeper into the vaults, some that lead nowhere some that lead exactly where you need to go, if you did the earlier puzzle Gortash will be able to guide you and say which ones lead nowhere and which ones are the ones you need to do
Eventually I want a mechanically engineered door to be the next hurdle which Gortash takes upon himself to solve on his own since he’s more well suited towards this kind of thing, during this, rounds and rounds of incoming security swarm around you both, and Durge has to defend Gortash while he works on getting the door open. Much like the quest for Halsin looking for Thaniel in the Shadowfell, you gotta keep the portal open but instead of “keep the portal open” its “keep Gortash alive and not distracted”
When the rounds of enemies are done you get a little cutscene where you see Durge being overwhelmed by the many devils and it cuts to Gortash who has just opened the door and he takes less than a second’s pause before he decides that instead of going through the door and escaping to relative safety on his own, leaving durge to die he helps durge and they are both able to get through the door sealing it behind them, now in relative safety, they both take a second to breathe
You as durge now can talk to Gortash and have the dialogue options to say Thank you, scold him for dragging you away from the bloody slaughter, or question his decision to come back for you
I THINK IN MY MIND that the response for all these options would basically be the same, because Gortash is a well practiced speaker and knows exactly what to say but his body language would sort of give him away for the way he’s feeling about the option you choose
Thanking him would lead to a more defensive “pushing away” way of saying “I still require your assistance, we’re not done. Don’t expect it to happen again.” tsundere ass but like imagine that but better written
Scolding him would get a sorta like “I cant fucking believe this” as if he expected durge to be a little more practical about things and not lose focus in the madness that was that slaughter and rampage, like i said still the same but just “Argh! I still require your assistance! We are NOT done. DO NOT expect it to happen again if you intend to act this way.” He needs you to focus, not lose yourself in blood
Questioning and challenging his decision but not outright saying you disapprove would probably be playing right into the whole “equals who challenge each other” thing that he likes to do so it’d probably make him slow down, talk slower, make him really think about why he did it and do the thing where while talking he can't look at Durge in the eyes so he looks off to the side or down at the floor “I still need your help. We’re nowhere near done. Let’s not expect this to happen again, yes?” Like acknowledging that yes that was in fact weakness that neither of their masters tolerate (because obviously the correct thing a baneite would have done is let the bhaalspawn die so that he alone already so close to the crown could take it for himself) and almost regretful that he didn't have a better excuse
You continue forward and finally come into the room with the Crown of Karsus and the portfolio labeled “Accelerated Grand Design”, there they encounter a boss fight, probably not mephisto himself cus they’d be dead tbh but maybe a simulacrum or something idk here things get a bit dicey for me cus what the fuck! How do they get out?
I thought maybe they do the fight and once they grab everything they need or want they maybe have an enhanced cloak of dimension door or maybe a scroll of teleportation or something to get them out of the deep deep VAULTS themselves and into a place where they can “safely” create another circle on this side with the components and specific instructions Helsik gave them
They’d arrive home back in Baldur’s Gate and celebrate their victory briefly and bada bing bada boom the dlc is over. If i had it my way at the end right there those two idiot geniuses would get so horny from the powerrush and bloodlust they just experienced that they end the dlc with durgetash fucking nasty
#bg3#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#enver gortash#the dark urge#durgetash#now when does this take place? great question i dont have an answer for you#do i have it all thought out? no i do not#did i spend a lot of time researching Mephistar just to have nothing to show for it? absolutely baby#helsik#guys please tell me you have your own thoughts i literally feel like im losing my mind#baldur’s gate 3
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What your teams of lights wants you to know? A self tarot reading.
Group i, ii, iiii, iv
But before we move on onto the reading, i want you to understand what teams of light is.
Now I won't go into details, but if you want a separate post on this, let me know in the replies. I would be more than happy to teach you more.
This is a direct quote from Laura lynne Jackson, the author of "signs: the secret language of the universe" :
" We all have a Team of Light on the Other Side. These teams send us signs.
These signs come from three distinct forces:
1. We receive signs from God energy, which is what I mean when I say signs from the universe. This is the highest and most powerful source of love, and we are each directly connected to it, and also to one another through it.
2. We receive signs from our spirit guides / the angelic realm.
3. We receive signs from our loved ones who have crossed."
Now here is the thing, you don't need me to deliver these messages to you. You receive them yourself everyday, but you might simply dismiss it. Im here to tell you what you already probably know but also probably choose to ignore or not pay much attention to.
Now shall we begin?
Just breath in and out. Let's begin.
Group i
You are not stuck as u like to think. You know your way out of this thing (a good majority of you already made it out of this situation) tbh i mostly see a relationship but it could also totally be something related to finances and just money in general.
Here is what you need to hear tho, whoever and whatever this situation was, you will do so much better without them. You are more than capable of handling this alone. And ur teams of light are more than willing to help you, to make this easier for you. So ask for help, but within not from the outside. U have so much within urself that the world outside is nothing but a failed attempt to reflect what you already have.
This song came in so strong, listen to it.
Group ii
Very similar message to group i, kinda the same theme but while theirs revolved around trusting the self, and working through their situation alone, yours is more about collaborating with others to solve this. Now i know this may have failed for you before, but this time try differently, maybe with a different person (s).
Ur luck is about to be better but here's what i (and you teams of light) need you to do, 1. Have stronger boundaries 2. Dont get emotionally attached to these people (person) this is business, not friendship. 3. Just this time try, i promise it will go better.
Group iii
Honestly this is the group that i feel most horrible for. This group seems to be going through a lot financially speaking, some of you might even be on the verge of going homeless. Listen up my babe, you know your situation better than i do, u actually know way too well that bad your situation is or can potentially become, and it's stressing you out beyond measures.
Your teams of light is clearly saying "go there" "go back", it's something about relying on another person or maybe even the government, maybe a shelter or a father figure (I definitely see a dad) to help you in this. This is the best thing to do. Trust me, this time reach out for your own sake and safety.
Group iv
Wow and here I thought only group iii situation was bad. um.. so do u struggle with some sort of addiction? Or do you feel like you are in a home or a situation that's crumbling to the group but u r stuck and you cannot get out? If that's not you then this is not your group(altho i still suggest u read the advice section in case it might somehow be exactly what u need to hear).
Okay, if you know this is your group, then let me tell you that there's a way out. Something will come up, idk what it is but it will be big. Most probably a guy will come in, they will offer you something, an idea maybe? (Altho be fucking careful, this whole situation is very effy). I genuinely dont know what's happening... like legit this group confuses the fuck out of me, so idk if u should take this offer... dont get desperate and i know u r desperate but it's almost like the cards are telling me to tell you to not trust this person but to use their idea. Almost like listen to their advice and take their advice but not with them in the plan..
Im gonna give u an example so u understand; you live in an abusive household, and u wanna escape it. But u cannot find the way out, then boom this guy comes in and is like I'll help you but long term if u go with them u will end up in a very bad situation. But here's another way to do it, this person tells u how they will help you, like their plan to get u out, what i need u to do is do as their plan minus them( the guy).
Hopefully this makes sense, english is my third language so i find it hard to tell u exactly how it is.
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Anyways, this is it. I hope this helps you.
Also follow me bc... im too good.
And also u can totally suggest what my next reading should be on by simply replying to this post (altho i dont take personal readings right now)
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My personal thing, if you don’t mind me sharing <3, about König, while I know he has the potential to literally kill you without a second thought, I feel like he has a soft spot of children. Parents not so much, but he always spares the children. Now, for the bad behaved children I feel like he would give a scary talking to 👀
Because König feels very strongly about bullying, so if he heard a kid was bullying the other kid? Would come to their immediate rescue and shut the bully down harshly. For him, that’s a mercy, but he promises that if he ever hears word or sees them acting like that again he won’t be as “merciful”. But to the Victims he would console them, but also give them his harsh reality of “you have to be stronger than your enemies” and as much as he wants them to keep their innocence, he doesn’t want them to be weak either. Or worse killed.
But that’s just my little HC 😌
Anon rhis is such a good headcannon???? 🥹🥹 lemme just..,🤏🤌
No i don't mind qt all!!! 😊 If anuthing, im so glad you shqred this with me 🥰💖 bc I felt IMMEDIATELY inspired by this headcannon !!😽✨💖...
... so jere are MY headcannons for YOUR headcannon 🙈🙈⛅🌻💞💕💓✨🌼 Took me a short while to formulate my answer, so srry for the delayed reply 😿 I saw this as soon as you sent me this an i dont want u to tjink i ignored you at all:(</33
König with a soft spot for children headcannons🥺🥺
+ father König drabbles🤭
Word count: ~2022
*If you ignore my VERY angsty depiction of König's childhood, then it's totally pure fluff all around 💖✨🤗
*General headcannons for König
Writinf block is fuckinf AGONY and im in PAIN 😭😭💔💔 give me time to recover and ill powt two fully-fleshed out fanfics sometime soon 🙏🥺
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König, having been bullied all of his childhood, is FIRMLY against bullying.
To see a little girl/boy being labelled an outcast is oh too familiar to him, and hits far too close to home than it should. Brings back the insecurities, the feeling of being utterly humilated, a permanent reminder of his not fitting in. Literally.
Primary school: bullied for being a beanstalk, for head hitting the door frame, for being abnormally large, a "mutant"; balls hurtled at him in dodgeball, all competing in finding out who can knock out the "freak"; knees kicked from behind and legs buckling from the attack, a stampede of legs stamping on him as he cowered on the floor, helpless, and no one caring to help, teachers observing idly nearby.
Secondary school: nose broken to "fix" his crooked features, his "ugly" face; cast aside in class photos for "ruining the picture"; people of his own age turning their heads in the other way in disgust, avoiding him like the plague.
As if his "ugliness" was contagious, and if anyone was to touch him they'd catch the disease.
Power surpassing his tormentors, yet too powerless to fight back, he endured, yet didn't overcome.
Lasting trauma changed König's own perception of self completely.
It took a long time becoming the cocky and confident commander he presents himself as. To stand up to his full height and embrace himself for who he was and is, to be self-assured, domineering, and boisterous with others irrespective of their rank. The Colonel; a hardened soldier; a strict man of discipline exerting his authority over all, not at all sympathetic towards anyone.
Deep down, he is still that young boy, vulnerable in the center of a circle of so many pointing fingers and sneering faces. All became a collective body of ridiculing smiles, of sing-song laughter, so many that he lost count.
So, personally vowing to NEVER let his future children (or any children) go through the same turmoil, he would intervene whenever he had the chance to.
For instance, perhaps König was speed-walking home one day, dufflebag slung over his shoulder as he rushed to get back to you as soon as possible after being deployed these past weeks, and maybe he was passing by a playground.
Initially focused on the goal at hand, he couldn't help but turn his head, a small smile under his mask as he felt a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Nostalgic of times before he was forced to integrate with callous society.
Smiling at the oblivious children playing together, kicking their chubby little legs on the swings, sliding down a slide and falling, squealing. All giggling with glee, so innocent.
All except one. His eyes would land on a small girl, bawling on the ground, no older than five years old.
Surrounded by three others, all pointing fingers and laughing, the ringleader making fun of the poor thing as his henchmen stomped the remainder of her sandcastle, kicking sand at her. Hands on hip, chest puffed out triumphantly.
Rubbing her puffy eyes, thick pouting lips drooping in an open-mouthed frown, chin quivering as she struggled to contain her broken sobs, she kneeled on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.
Usually, in these types of situations, people tend to behave in two very different ways when they see something that happened to them happening before their eyes:
"Why should I help them? I went through the same thing, so it's not my problem" or "I should help! They shouldn't have to go through the same thing".
You can probably already guess under which category König falls into.
He was NOT about to actively play a passive role in ignoring the poor blubbering child, to be downright apathetic like the other adults were in their radius. No way.
Still carrying his dufflebag, imagine the horror of the little shitlings*: seeing an imposing giant 2ft+ taller than them, huge body trudging towards their little troupe; cold, icy-blue eyes half-lidded staring into their bulging ones. Glaring.
Little band of clowns would probably actually shitting themselves fr 💀
Not only does König give the brats a stern talking to (all the while they are nodding their heads with jaws on the floor, knees trembling and nearly caving in on themselves), he later makes it his due diligence to track down the parent(s) and scold them too.
"Was wird deinem Gören zu Hause beigebracht? What do you teach your brat? This behaviour is unacceptable. You have set a terrible example, Du verdammter Idiot. How dare you allow this? Bulling is wrong. Scheiße, are you listening to me? Because you should, Dummkopf. You should be ashamed. I am sure ashamed of you. I swear to Gott—"
Cue 1 hours later, he personally grounds them (the child and parents)... 🤐
...And the child goes with it? Even the adults? 😭
I mean, to be honest, I would too, if a 6'10, body-so-broad-that-it-blocked-all-sunlight-and-did-not-fit-in-the-door-frame Colonel, gesticulating wildly, projecting strongly his German-accented voice, cursing in an aggravated amalgamation of furious English and a spiteful spit of German... Yeah, I'd be pissing my pants not even gonna lie 😭
I'd imagine that the parents would be immediately saluting, images of stupidity on their faces, completely dumbfounded to have their parenting challenged and to learn that their "precious little angel(s) that can do no wrong" actually can do wrong. (sorry guys i hate toddlers with a RAGING PASSION... rant over fyi no more of me insulting shitheads🥰)
As for the sweet, weeping girl, he would crouch down to her height, gentle eyes genuine behind his menacing mask. Slowly lifting the fabric, wary of his facial deformities, his scars, he'd do his best to give her a comforting smile, wanting to make her at ease.
She was not put off by his appearance at all. If anything, she maintained eye contact — was curious yes, so with no filter whispered, "You... you have a nice smile, sir. I like your eyes.
"They're—" a loud sniff, wiping her nose with her sleeve "—they're pretty. "
Taken aback, König's eyes widened. Then, in soft whisper:
"Meine Süße, I'm so very sorry about those— those idiots..."
The girl giggled a little, dimples appearing on her tear-stained cheeks.
"And I'm so very sorry, but there will others. Other idiots," he allowed himself to smile, letting out a dry chuckle.
A tentative hand dropping to her round shoulder, squeezing it every so slightly to emphasise his words. "And you have to be strong, Mädchen. You must be strong. This world isn't a good place for angels like you."
Obviously, he didn't sugarcoat the truth. Situations like this would be unavoidable. He would make that clear.
"I do not condone violence, but—" a wink, acknowledging the irony behind his words. "—if you stick your foot out when one of those brats are walking down the corridors, surely nothing will happen, ja?"
Seeing the girl lighten up, smiling brightly, no signs anymore of crying, he ruffled her hair with a toothy grin.
Letting the veil drop down his face, he suddenly fixed his posture and gave an exaggeratedly goofy salute as he turned to head home, satisfied. All the while the girl waved at him energetically, eyes crinkling up in an adolescent's adorable smile.
On another note: I never really gave it much thought before, but... König as a father? 🥺🥺
Your headcannons unlocked a part of my brain that had been locked. 🤭✨ Needed to upgrade my König skill tree before I got to this poin. 🦸🏼♀️ Sure has been worth it, though. 🤩
Ever since he was past his teenage years, the thought of a family was something he longed for. Desired.
Maybe it's because he was taught traditional house roles in his European household, or was longing for something that was out of reach, he couldn't tell.
What he was certain about was that it was his biggest wish. His dream.
Deployed in a foreign country, his favourite past-time was fantasizing about his future with a special someone, to have a big family, and to raise his children, giving them everything good he never had, and to shield them from everything bad he had experienced.
Something in being the breadwinner of the house was so masculine to him, and coming home to so many short, out-stretched arms, so excited to be reunited with their papa clinging on to his long legs brought a tear to his eye.
And, once you two officially became a couple, he knew that he wanted to start a family with you at some point. From the moment he met your eyes, intuition assured him that you would be the right one for him.
If you're a [fertile] female, he wants nothing more than to see miniature you and him running around, sweet cherub faces and their chubby cheeks smiling at him, calling him papa, calling you mama.
Seeing your belly swell up with his baby would strangely give him a sense of pride, proud that you would both bring sacred life into the world together, and would practically worship the ground you walk on. He would want to get this right, for everything to be perfect.
He wouldn't allow you to lift a finger despite your protests, catering to your every need, caring for you in any and all ways he could:
Carrying the groceries, 3 carrier bags in each hand, serving you while simultaneously subtly making you swoon, not missing the googly eyes you made at his strength from his peripheral vision;
Doing the bed, making sure to stock up on additional soft pillows and fluffy blankets so you would rest well, removing all stress from your morning routine, and the discomfort of finding a comfortable sleeping position at night;
Insisting you eat balanced meals, preparing nutritious food that had all the nutrients you would need, the sustenance to feed you and develop a healthy baby.
The gore and guts he had witnessed in the battlefield did not compare at all to the sight of blood staining the hospital bed sheet. The look of horror in his eyes as you went into labour, death grip on his hand, knuckles turning white. He'd be hyperventilating, almost feeling the same pain you were going through 😢💔
Not to say that your agony was worth it, but seeing the beautiful blanketed bundle in your arms, you cooing at the little one, made every single horrific moment combined in his life worthwhile.
All the struggles, the hardships, the troubles; all worth it if it meant seeing you with his child.
If you're anything other ([infertile] female, male, non-binary, etc), König would get so emotional when adopting a newborn with you.
He'd be teary-eyed, unable to hide the emotions.
To think that he'd be rescuing a child, giving them a second chance and making it feel so wanted, so loved. To give it all the love he was missing, the feeling forgotten through years of bullying, abuse, and violence, and war.
He would waste no time building the nursery. Painting the walls, building the crib, buying plush blankets, stuffed teddy bears, toys that would be in no way a choking hazard.
His helicopter parent preparations aside, his dream would be to grow old with you, and be surrounded by children, grand-children, and even great-grand-children, sharing stories as the lively atmosphere was bubbling with life, with a family.
Piggy back rides would be a MUST!! 😡 Or, better yet, his infants (taking turns — dunno if three kids at once is very practical 😭) sitting on his shoulders, seeing the world from so high up. Reaching out, and their head in the clouds.
Bouncing them on his knee, like a train conductor going through heavy turbulence, all the while the little ones would be laughing happily, telling him to go faster.
Every single one of his children cuddled up to him; in his lap, over his shoulders, splayed over his legs, clinging to him like a pack of koalas. 🐨
Reading bed time stories, stroking their head, stood in the door way minutes after his children had fallen asleep. Keeping them safe.
A family of his own. To eventually embarrass endearingly, to squish their cheeks, and tickle their sides, play-wrestle and tease by keeping objects out of reach. His extensive research also included horrible dad jokes, which were made hilarious by their poor translations into English.
Wanting to raise his children the way his mother had raised him while she was still around, to give his children the happy childhood he hadn't had, to make school a positive journey into adulthood. He'd teach them to deal with bullies, to stand up for themselves when he never could...
...And, athough he has good intentions, the truth is that with a father like him no snot-nosed brat would ever dare to mess with the Colonel's children ☠️
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Note: Omg you. csn tell that i got so carried away w/ this😭😭 you know rhat line where König "fantasized" about a family ?yea that was me the entire time wiritng this...💔 God i need to stop daydreamimg excessively ajd return to reality 🥲 ...
...,,jk i wont 🥰💅✨💫 good mental health??😰😰 guurrl we don't know her 💆🏼♀️💫✨🧚♀️💓
Functioning like a normal human being💔🤮🤮🤮<<<<< Making up vivid scenarios in my head💓💓 😍😍😍
*fyi, shitlings is a loose translation for "gówniaki/gówniarze", an insult you have for children in Polish (similar to the English "shithead"). Do what you will with that new knowledge. The world is your oyster with that one ig 👍
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Hi! I hope you're having a great day!
I have seen so many posts of who Jon will end up with and it's so funny that Sansa is always not on the list. Arya, Val, and Dany are all top picks! Like Arya! Imagine thinking Jon would marry Arya but not considering Sansa because she is not his "type". It's not even about the incest of it all the hypocrites! She's out of the race because of that goddmann willowy creature line. Jon Targaryen would marry anyone else except Sansa Stark, his eldest living female cousin just because she's not supposedly his type.
Imagine hating Sansa so much you do my boy dirty like that and ignore things like this:
in order to argue he doesn’t like people who need a defender. He acted to save the direwolf pups too so you might even say this is an essential character trait we’ve seen in him since the beginning.
Jon is a guy who instinctively protects the vulnerable. He isn’t repulsed by it. He’s playing the knight to Sam above, but the same attitude comes up when interacting with women where you get the sense, Jon is a chivalrous guy who takes action to protect and help those who need it.
Furthermore, if you read his interactions with Alys and that convo with Ygritte about her potentially being abused by a man, that tells us, this isn’t a guy who is insensible to the power dynamics (physical or legal) that specifically victimize women, so it’s wild to me the fandom keeps trotting that line out like we didn’t read everything else about Jon that disproves their hope that Jon is a sexist ass.
And if we’re talking about “type” (which that line isn’t about in the first place!), Jon wasn’t attracted to Ygritte’s violence. Actually, that disturbed him. No, he was attracted to Ygritte’s smile and her singing. He admired Val’s stoicism. That, not a woman killing a man, but her strength of character, is what made him say, women are the strong ones:
Oh look, saving a baby, there goes Jon hating losers that need saving again! I think the reasonable conclusion to make is that he will have compassion and respect for Sansa withstanding everything she’s had to live through since leaving Winterfell. I understand that everyone says he likes warrior women, but the things we’re told attract him, aren’t that. What we do know is that he wanted Winterfell, a lady wife, kids, and wants to give said lady wife flowers. Hold on a sec, hold on, singing, flowers, wanting to live in Winterfell and have children like the siblings he lost, that reminds me of someone…
Also, I made a post about the fandom’s weird use of that line years ago:
(link)
Even if Jon was having a moment of disliking a certain type of girl (which he wasn’t), all you have to do is think of Lyanna in her bed of blood screaming for her brother to come to the conclusion that the author doesn’t want you to mock or despise someone in need of rescuing. And if you read a few Jon chapters, we can also come to the conclusion, Jon doesn’t shrink from playing the hero. It’s a tendency with him. One might even imagine when face to face with a “princess” in need of one, who had a romanticized view of the black knights of the wall, it will be particularly fulfilling experience.
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lucy gray baird's philosophy
I want to "yes, and" this great meta post by @burst-of-iridescent. Specifically this part:
by the end of the book, coriolanus gives in fully to dr gaul’s way of thinking simply because it excuses him from accepting blame for his actions. if he killed sejanus, it’s because he had no choice. if he betrayed lucy gray, it’s because she would’ve betrayed him first. coriolanus refuses to believe in the goodness of humanity because that would have meant accepting the goodness that existed within him, and with that came the potential for making a different, better choice - potential that he knew, deep down, he had wasted. attributing his crimes to an innate evil that no one can overcome means that he can’t be held accountable, because it’s out of his control.
This got me thinking about how much Lucy Gray's worldview rejects of this way of thinking (and of a Calvinist*/ableist "some people are just born evil" pov people try to impose on the text, which people think is condemning him but actually... accidentally agrees with him that he was born evil and therefore can't help it??????). The book begins with several quotes chosen by the author, but I believe the one that represents Lucy Gray's worldview is Rousseau, who believed people were born with fundamental goodness.
Here's a source on him:
(Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy)
And here's the quote Collins opens with:
“Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains.”
— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract, 1762
That's Lucy Gray's pov she's come to through living and reflecting as an artist; someone can disagree with it (of course, all of these questions are open for endless debate; they have been debated endlessly!) however, it's important to respect that is where she's coming from, not being foolish or naive. It is a worthy pov that should be respected, even if you disagree. And that she came to this pov through a hard life and from much thinking and she expresses it beautifully in her art.
Here's the key exchange from the book, after Coriolanus has taken on the idea that people are just awful and her articulating her philosophy in response:
(Ballad, 495)
She's not naive. She recognizes the nuance that Rousseau does, that society shapes us. And Panem is pretty clearly a society led by people applying all the pressures they can think of on people toward evil. (And, after his heel turn, Coriolanus' is going to innovate some new pressures...) Clearly there are situations and circumstances that form us before we have much say in it, but that's not the same as being born evil.
The difference between inherent goodness and a corrupt society is, for Lucy Gray, a lot of hard work. It's a struggle. This repudiates both the version of "born evil" Coriolanus himself takes on, which relieves him of responsibility, and the self-righteous, Calvinist and/or ableist pov people keep arguing for, which makes "normal" people feel like they can be sure they're good (and ignore how we are all complicit in evil to some degree or another) because they have a "good" normal brain or they were just born so pure as a soul predestined for heaven. No, for her, everyone has to do the work. To her it's everyone's "life's challenge to try and stay on the right side of that line."
Even more pointedly, the love song she wrote him before his betrayal, "Pure as the Driven Snow," articulates her philosophy in the opening lines:
(Ballad, 481)
Again, we have her personal focus on the work of "staying on the right side" of good and evil after being born good into evil circumstances. She knows it hurts; she's led a hard life herself. "It's rough as a bair" to do that work, it's "like walkin' through fire." But it is doable.
Lucy Gray meant it as a love song but IMO "Pure as the Driven Snow" ends up a lament for the boy Coriolanus was and her love that he betrayed when he betrayed himself. And it is a direct rejection of his excuses, it is inadvertently reading him for filth for the lies he tells himself that all the world is the Games arena, all people are selfish and bad, and he isn't to blame for what he's done because he just wants to come out on top/be the victor of this "natural" "war of all against all" that is Gaul's philosophy (related to the Hobbes quote Collins begins with; I wrote a meta on that here) that he adopts.
I see her demeaned as a foolish girl who just "like bad boys" and I get so frustrated. I also get frustrated by the view that she must not have ever been sincere in loving or trusting him because IF SHE WAS then she would be a fool and his betrayal would somehow be her fault. And she'd reject the idea that she's "good" just because she's so pure or that anyone can claim we're good without doing a lot of hard work.
(Ballad, 482)
She is so thoughtful and interesting as a character. And she didn't just "like bad boys" - Coriolanus showed only his good side to her until the very end, once he'd decided to kill that part of himself. She had no way of knowing. Sometimes you trust someone and they betray you, it doesn't make you wrong, the shame is all theirs.
*Strict Calvinist predestination is some people are just predetermined to be bound for heaven and some for hell, some people are just born good and others are born bad. A lot of people in fandom seem to love Calvinism idk why. The ableism bit of this should be self-evident: there is no such thing as a "bad" brain type completely incapable of morality or a "good" brain and neurodivergence is not the source of all evil!
#lucy gray baird#thg meta#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#disagree with her if you want - but respect that her pov is philosophically sound and insightful#and i prefer the reading of the text where she's right and gaul and post heel turn coriolanus are wrong...#he could have kept trying to be good and loving for that girl#people dismissing her or being like 'she was constantly lying like a GIRLBOSS' is just so annoying - she's great as herself thank you#reject the idea that women are to blame for bad things people do#reject the idea that women are to blame for loving#that it must have been her fault somehow
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la bella luna -papa emeritus ii x female!reader (part 2)
secondo gives you a tour of the abbey.
author's note: part 2 is finally here! this is for @tasty-ribz <3. 3.5k words. mndi! we got a lot of spiciness here :) as of right now, this is the final part but there potentially could be a part 3 later on :) ao3 link.
“Are you gonna let me leave?”
He ignores you. He has been ignoring your pleas and questions for the duration of your breakfast. Despite the air of grumpiness and stress, the breakfast was quite good – over easy eggs, bacon and toast, that you happily devoured. Now that your plate is empty, you continue to stare at Secondo who is lost in some papers in front of him.
You are starting to get upset, your head starting to swim with thoughts that he is holding you captive now. The awareness that you left your phone in his room spikes your anxiety. Your knee is bouncing underneath the table as Secondo takes a long, drawn out sip of his coffee. You squint to try and make out what his papers say but a nun (?) quickly comes to the table, clearing it of plates and tucking the papers under her arm. She doesn’t even spare you a glance.
Secondo is gazing at you now, his expression completely unreadable besides the always present scowl that is painted on his face. He stands from the table and you quickly do the same, fidgeting with your hands as you give him the most unsure face you can possibly muster. He reaches for you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder and you feel a small sense of relief just from the touch.
“Come. I’ll show you around, cara.” His voice is calm, yet stern. You swallow thickly and nod at him. He seems so different than the night before, much more rigid and tense, but then again, he had been drinking. Secondo still offers a small squeeze to your shoulder before turning on heel to leave the dining area.
You follow after him like a lost puppy. This is not how you imagined this morning going. You figured you would be home by now, having your precious alone time after a shockingly successful night out. But instead, you are following a man in flowing, scary robes around what appears to be a ministry of some sort.
There is religious imagery plastered along the halls and inside what appear to be classrooms and meeting areas, as well as plenty of inverted crosses. Still, overall it seemed like a nice place? People seemed happy. There is a huge library, a garden and a greenhouse, dormitories, common areas, an auditorium, a chapel and more. The more you saw, the more you were impressed but the sneaking suspicion started to creep into the back of your mind that this is a cult and Secondo is the leader.
The tour ends in his office which is the same exact color scheme of his room - black furniture with gold and green accent pieces. You are sitting across from him, your knee bouncing again as he looks you over from his side of the desk.
“Are you afraid, cara?” He finally speaks up, brows furrowing.
“I’m… stressed. I mean, this isn’t typically how one-night stands go, ya know? I should be home by now, I think.” You’re frowning at him, trying to convey how uncomfortable you are. He doesn’t seem too phased by it.
“You want to go home, cara?”
“Yes.” You sigh deeply. “I have been asking you all morning when I can leave, Secondo. This isn’t right; you can’t just force someone to stay here if they don’t want to.”
“I don’t think you actually want to go home.” Secondo sneers, then stands up and walks to the front of his desk, just in front of you. He leans back on the desk, his feet settling between yours.
“Are you serious?!” You are practically screaming now, your face twisted in anger as you jump to your feet. “You don’t even fucking know me.” You have the urge to shove him but you refrain, instead cross your arms in front of your chest with a huff.
“Oh, but I do, cara.” Secondo reaches out and snatches you by the chin. You try not to seem phased by it but you can’t help but widen your eyes at his grip. “You’re bored of your life. That is why you agreed to that date, no?” The corner of his lips curl into a barely there smile.
You say nothing and clench your jaw against his grasp. Does he want a pat on the back for pointing out something so painfully obvious? Still, you can feel your cheeks start to heat up from his gaze and his touch.
“You are curious, as well. Curious enough to follow a mysterious old man into a dive bar.” His thumb brushes over your lips and you can’t help but part them at the touch.
“You’re not that old. Plus, you were much more charming last night.” You want to sound confident but the words come out rushed and quiet. He slips his thumb into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue. An involuntary moan spills from your lips.
“I think you like me this way, dolcezza.” Secondo leans in close and removes his thumb from your mouth. You suck in a quick breath as his hand moves to the back of your head. “It’s what made you follow me last night.” His fingers twist into your hair and he pulls you forward, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss is gentle, his soft lips moving against yours. You pull away and meet his gaze, almost getting lost in his sparkling white eye. You’re still frustrated, of course, but he was right, you are drawn to him in a way that’s hard to explain. You are quick to kiss him again, this time more forceful to assert control,, your tongue invading his mouth.
Secondo makes a surprised noise, his grip on your hair tightening as he kisses you back. He slips his hand down between your legs and presses his palm firmly against your cunt through your pants. You give a soft gasp and he takes the opportunity to suck on your tongue. All illusions of you being in control slip away at that moment. You’re putty in his hands.
“Come back to my quarters and let me show you other reasons to stay.” He purrs against your lips as he slowly rubs his palm against your cunt. You whine and you’re at a loss for words. You manage to nod your head and he grins, showing off his sharp white teeth.
Secondo quickly spins you around and you huff at the loss of contact. His hands rest on your shoulders and he starts to guide you from his office. You feel like you’re on autopilot, your feet pattering along the tiled hallway.
The moment the two of you make it inside his room, he pulls you flush against him, your back against his chest. Secondo slips down your stomach and toys with the band of your sweatpants. You slide your hand around his neck and tip your head up to him, lips brushing against his jaw.
“Mia luna.” Secondo hums and pushes his hand down your pants. He swipes his fingers across your slick folds and your body shudders at the sensation. “When I’m done with you, you’ll never want to leave.” He hisses into your ear and slips a finger inside you.
“Fuck.” You pant and give a soft groan as he curls his finger just so. Secondo chuckles against you, then dips down to your neck, planting wet kisses down it as he slips another finger in. Your back arches and you feel his hard cock through his robes against your ass. A shuddered breath leaves your lips as he picks up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out, curling at just the right spot.
He slides his hand underneath your shirt and starts to massage one of your breasts. Your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw goes slack. Secondo hums against your neck, teeth grazing it and then gives it a soft bite. You moan deeply, your hand pulling him even further into you. He grunts into your neck as he pushes another finger inside you and uses his other hand to pinch at your nipple.
You’re barely hanging on by a thread, moans spilling from your lips as he continues to thrust his fingers. He seems to know exactly how to make your toes curl, your head spin, your body tremble just with his fingers.
“Will you come for me?” Secondo whispers into your neck, then seals his lips to it and roughly sucks. Your hips jerk wildly against his fingers and you tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder. “Will you, mia luna?” He didn’t have to ask you again, a strangled sob spilling from your lips as you reached your peak.
You don’t have much time to recover. Secondo picks you up around your waist and tosses you onto the bed, losing your pants in the process. You squeak as your ass hits the bed and he’s quickly kneeling in front of you. You manage to reach and tug at his robes, and he gladly helps you remove them. They drop to the floor in a heap, revealing a tight black t-shirt and even tighter briefs.
You’re finally able to get a good look at his face: the paint on the lower half of his face is smeared into a gray and you can see a little bit of his pink lips peeking through. Secondo’s fingers toy with the hem of your sweatshirt and you can’t help but wrap your legs around him and try to pull him in closer.
He nips at your jaw and then pushes your sweatshirt over your head, tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor. His hands are still gloved and he runs them up your back as he kisses down your chest. You rest your hand on his shoulders, then lightly drag your fingers to his neck. Secondo moans softly against you and you can feel the vibrations in your chest.
You suck in a breath as his lips close around one of your nipples, flicking his tongue against it. His fingers dig into your back and your head lolls back on your shoulders. He lets go of your nipple, lathing his tongue across it again before continuing to kiss down your stomach while his hands move down to your hips.
Secondo settles his face between your legs, looking up at you with dark eyes as his lips brush against your inner thigh. Your legs are already trembling and you move your hands to grip at the edges of the bed. He licks across your folds, moaning at the taste, and presses his face firmly against you.
His tongue dips inside you and your hips buck at the pressure. He grabs your legs and positions them over his shoulders, your heels digging into his back as he sinks his tongue even deeper inside you. You throw your head back, a loud, shameless moan spilling from your lips. Secondo digs his fingers into your hips, moving his lips up to seal around your clit.
“Secondo!” You whine as your heels press even hard into your back. You can feel him chuckle against you but he doesn’t stop. He swipes his tongue roughly against your clit over and over again while your leg muscles start to spasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You gasp, your chest heaving. Secondo growls again against you and this sends you over the edge again, tears stinging your eyes as you cum.
Secondo brings himself to his feet, lazily stroking himself through his briefs as you come down from your orgasm. He reaches for your chin with his free hand, running his thumb along your already parted lips. You’re panting heavily, your eyes watery as they drift up to his. The corners of your lips twitch into a small smile at the sight of him.
His eyes are blown wide with lust and you can see a blush peeking out from underneath his paint. You manage to lean up and run your fingers down his chest and stomach. He groans quietly, squeezing himself through his briefs. You move his hand away from his cock and tug his briefs down, his length springing free.
Your eyes flit up to his face and his mouth drops open as you grab him by the base. You lick the precum off his tip, a moan rumbling from his chest. Secondo moves his hand to grab you by the hair and forces you down his length. You hum around his length, your tongue running along the underside of it. His hips jerk into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you can’t help but gag.
He yanks you off of him, a line of spit connecting your mouth and his cock. Your eyes are wide and you’re worried that you’ve done something wrong. That is, until he grabs you and pushes you down onto your back. He thrusts himself into you without warning and you scream, your nails scratching at his chest. Secondo’s hips are snapping ferociously into you, his thighs slapping hard against your ass.
“Fuck, Secondo!” You cry out, your voice hoarse from how much you’ve been screaming for him. He captures your lips, kissing you hungrily as he growls into your mouth. Your arms loop around his shoulders and you scratch at the base of his neck.
“You like this, dolcezza?” He snarls between labored breaths. “You like when I fuck you into the mattress?” Secondo’s teeth tug at your bottom lip as you babble a series of “yes’s”. His hips stutter, jerking wildly as he reaches his climax. He buries himself deep inside of you and growls deep in his throat as he cums, spilling his seed.
You’re left gasping beneath him, your chest heaving against his. Secondo picks his head up, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He traces his gloved finger across your cheek with such tenderness. Your hands slide down his shoulders to his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair. He leans in and kisses you, a soft, gentle kiss that makes your heart flutter in your chest.
“Mia luna.” He mutters against your lips, then tilts his head up to press a kiss to your forehead. “I have some work to tend to, dolcezza. Would you like a shower?” Secondo’s nose brushes against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. You try to speak but you’re unable to form words, only being able to mumble an affirmative. His lips pull into an even wider smile as he helps you to a sitting position.
***
You wrap yourself in a towel, your hair still wet as you step back into the bedroom. Secondo is gone. You take the opportunity to finally check your phone. There are several text messages waiting for you, one of which is your date from last night apologizing profusely about standing you up (some kind of emergency happened or whatever), and another from your friend you shared your location with, alerting you that you are at a satanic church.
“Good to know.” You mutter, tossing your phone onto the bed. Your gaze travels around the room before settling on the door. A quick beat goes by before you’re walking towards it, hand reaching out for the knob. You turn it.
Unlocked.
A million thoughts start to flood your brain as you consider making a run for it. You quickly move back to the bed, changing into a new pair of sweats and crewneck that was left for you. An odd sense of anxiousness starts to fall over you as you eye up the door. Part of you is ready to go while another part is curious… curious if this was a trap and also curious as to what would happen if you just stayed… a bit longer.
You lay down on the bed, stretching out your limbs as your brain is torn completely in half by trying to decide what to do. After a while, you end up falling asleep wrapped in Secondo’s comforter.
***
When you wake up, it’s already dark outside. You rub your eyes and sigh softly, thinking that you’ve probably missed your chance at escape. At this point, you’re not sure that’s a bad thing.
Your attention drifts to the window and you see him, not far off smoking a cigarette outside. You run your fingers through your hair and try to straighten out your sweatshirt. It’s bunched up and crumpled from taking a hard nap. You are teetering on the edge of going back to sleep or going outside to him. The pull from him ends up being too strong and you end up finding yourself walking slowly along the path to him.
You silently walk up beside him and he gives a soft grunt as a greeting. Secondo’s arm slides around your waist and pulls you to his side. “Mia luna, buona sera.” You can smell the smoke on his breath as he presses his nose to your cheek. You lean into his touch with a dreamy smile, still riding high off of the time you spent with him earlier in the day.
The moon is shining brightly like it had been the night before and the two of you stand, gazing at it in silence for a little while. “I do not offer membership here to just anyone, dolcezza.” Secondo muses, breaking the silence as he flicks his cigarette to the ground. He grinds his heel down on it, quickly putting it out. “I think you would thrive. You would be amongst other curious minds. Learn new skills and subjects.” His nose presses into your cheek again and you can feel that he’s smiling. “Plus, we would be able to have each other whenever we want.”
You feel the heat rise to your cheeks and offer a small giggle. “I still… have to think about it, you know.” You tilt your head so that your eyes meet his. The white eye is so bright in the darkness but his expression is much softer despite the scowling paint.
“Of course, dolcezza.” Secondo leans down to peck a kiss to your cheek. “You can leave whenever you like but…” He brings his hand up to stroke at your jaw. “I would like to spend another night with you in my arms, mia luna.”
***
You left. You had to. You couldn’t just up and leave your life at the drop of a hat, even with how tempted you were to do it. But you had a job, a roommate and plants to take care of at your apartment. Plus, you didn’t want anyone to think you were sacrificed at the local satanic church either.
The weeks drag on. You end up going out on a date with the guy who stood you up (due to an emergency). He’s nice and you make plans to see each other again, and then again. Work is boring but at this point you are resigned to do the bare minimum in order to get that paycheck. You hang out with friends every so often and also spend plenty of time in your room watching your beloved reality tv shows.
Things are fully back to normal in your life despite the small detour. But, you often find yourself drifting off during your day at work or when you’re out with friends, or even when you’re on a date back to the time you spent with Secondo. Nothing has felt quite as thrilling as that night. Not even the more you get to know your new boytoy.
You feel like you’ve been on autopilot for sometime when you start to feel that pull again. It’s been there, deep in the back of your mind since you left but it grows stronger by the day. The more bored you feel, the more you want to leave it all behind and go back. You’re almost annoyed with how Secondo has wormed his way into your brain.
Almost.
If you were actually annoyed, you wouldn’t be packing your bags right now. You wouldn’t be carefully wording a text message to your date. You wouldn’t have put in your notice at work that you were leaving. You wouldn’t be boarding an uber right now to go back to the ministry.
When you arrive, there are people in black masks ready to help you with your bags. It’s like they already knew you were coming somehow. They guide you to your new quarters. It was smaller than the room in your apartment you shared but it was quiet and it was yours. You start to unpack and organize your things when you hear a knock at your door.
It’s him. You know it’s him. He’s in his robes and mitre, face paint as scowly as ever but you can see the light smile on his face and the brightness in his eyes.
“Ah, mia luna, I knew you would come.”
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