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cloudsandwaterfalls · 2 years

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3rd House Ruler in Dif. Houses

Hello, my loves! I hope everyone is doing amazing! I’m sorry about not posting recently, but I’ve been on vacation for summer holidays.This post is the third installment in the effects of house rulers in different houses series, focusing on the 3rd house.

The other installments for this series can be found here [x].

The 3rd house ruler is the planet which rules the sign on the third house, and in which house this planet lies in your natal chart determines what effects the 3rd house ruler will have on a person. Traditionally, the 3rd house ruler is an indicator of one’s communication, personal intellect, and community.

DISCLAIMER: Before we start, I just to acknowledge that I’m NOT a professional astrologist, however, I have been personally studying astrology for the past 7 years so I am knowledgeable about the subject.So please only take whatever interpretations resonate with you and leave the rest.

TRIGGER WARNING: Each section contains portions which discuss the “if ill-placed” effects of the 3rd house ruler in that house. Includes concepts such as revenge, negative personality traits, pre-mature death, health issues, wealth issues, etc. Please read only if you feel comfortable with such concepts, otherwise skip those sections. Thank you!

FIRST HOUSE:

This placement allows a person to gain in life through personal efforts. Individuals are hard-working and try to become self-dependent from a young age. Indicator of a personal establishment, such as a business.

This placement is also considered good for their siblings. They could be famous and you could experience fortunes through your siblings.

As the 3rd house also indicates short-distance travels, these individuals could often travel in close proximities to their home.

Gives a person bravery and courage, but if ill-placed, could indicate a revenge-seeking nature.

If ill-placed, this placement could indicate health issues which start during a young age, but may improve over time.

SECOND HOUSE:

Since the 2nd house rules over wealth and riches, this indicates a person who may earn a lot of wealth and money. But, since this means the 2nd and 12th house have a connection, the person also has a lot of expenses.

But due to connection of 2nd house of artistic ability and 3rd house of communication, this indicates a person who has artistic ability in communication and could succeed in careers such as singers, writers, musicians, dancers, etc.

But this placement could cause unhappiness in family life if the individual is too lost in the realm of making more money.

If ill-placed, could indicate a person who spends money on women and immortal activities. Also, could indicate death of younger siblings.

THIRD HOUSE:

If the 3rd house ruler is placed in its own house, then it indicates a person who is very brave and courageous, and full of constant self-confidence.

Shows a person who earns through personal efforts and thus, works hard throughout their life.

Also, shows a fortunate and happy relationship with siblings and a helpful local community.

FOURTH HOUSE:

This is a very fortunate placement to have since it makes the person wealthy and happy. Many entrepreneurs have this placement. It makes one have comfortable and often times, lavish lifestyles.

These people are high achievers who are also selfless and caring. So their family life will be stable and peaceful. This is because these people often have the mindset of a spouse because thr 4th house rulers Cancer, which represents family and early marriage. They’re also quite protective of their mother, once again due to this Cancer energy.

Finally, these people are well-learned, wise, and intelligent. Both in family and profession settings.

FIFTH HOUSE:

This placement is also auspicious since the connection between the 3rd and 5th houses are well-balanced and both themes will be harmonious in the individual’s life.

The first thing that these people possess is a righteous mentality. They seek to be mortal and ethical in all their decisions. And thus, appear quite wise and intelligent to society,

These people are blessed with good children, should they want to start a family. Their children will be smart, intelligent, well-behaved, and courageous. All wonderful qualities!

If ill-placed, this placement indicates a spouse who is immortal and causes obstacles and friction with the family dynamic. The spouse could be jealous of the individual’s wealth and good luck. However, if placed in a beneficial sign (exhaled or neutral), then these effects will be reversed and the spouse will be cooperative and seek to increase family wealth.

SIXTH HOUSE:

This indicates a person who is financially well-off and stable.

Gives a person who is a fighter and doesn’t let their enemies win. They have great stamina and are respected for this quality.

Since the 6th house is of service, these people could gain income through service. Such as careers in hospitality, tourism, law enforcement, public service, healthcare, etc.

If ill-placed, then since this placement connects with both the 3rd house of siblings and the 4th house of mother, the individual might have troubled relationships (communication) with both their maternal uncle and siblings.

SEVENTH HOUSE:

This placement gives a person who has respect for authorities and thus, gains help from authorities such as the government, politicians, etc.

These people often travel to foreign countries for business or contracts. If ill-placed, they could have troubles with foreign business.

But this placement gives the person ample luck and fortune. They might be an influential figure due to their personal skills in communication, persistence, and energy. They could be an influential spokesperson, coach, or YouTuber.

Their fortune and looks make them quite desirable to others.

But these people have a personal desire for independence, both in their career and relationships.

EIGHTH HOUSE:

This placement creates a mentality that is inclined to service. This is because of the disposition of the lord. The 8th house is 6 houses away from the 3rd house, so the 6th house of service comes into play.

The above is especially true in the case of unexpected events, so these people may be involved in emergency services (healthcare, fire, or police service) or psychological counseling.

This placement also has a direct impact on the 2nd house of wealth, so the individual will accumulate wealth through 8th house themes, such as mining, research, occult, psychology, etc.

The 8th house also indicates sudden wealth gains and losses. If the planetary lord placement in the house is good, then it’ll be wealth gains. Otherwise, wealth losses.

The 8th house is also related to in-laws, so the individual will have good in-law relationships.

This placement gives a person a spiritual mindset and an old soul. Due to their knowing personality, they could possess a sorrowful disposition.

If ill-placed, this placement would give a person the mentality of a thief, in the sense that they’re cunning and mischievous and willing to do whatever it takes to get to their desired end-goal.

NINTH HOUSE:

This placement gives the individual a fortunate spouse and marriage. It also indicates wealth gain after marriage. The spouse will be influential and highly sensual.

These individuals have great luck in forming business ventures and partnerships due to their loyal personality. They have a mind of righteousness which is another attractive feature to others.

This person’s children will be fortunate and go-to-lucky as well.

Finally, the individual’s personality will be very skilled, valorous, and have fortunate wealth and happiness as life goes on.

TENTH HOUSE:

Since the 10th house signifies career, reputation, and wealth, this individual will be favored in these aspects.

They will have happiness from real estate and own lavish properties, all through one’s self-efforts. The individual’s wealth will be self-earned.

They will have the highest support from authorities.

However, their work life will be difficult. They will have to venture through different professions because life finally leads them to the word they’re meant for and find success there.

These people will have wonderful mentors and teachers who guide them through life and career.

These individuals will have sudden gains and expansion of significances.

However, if ill-placed, these people would become jealous of siblings and authorities and thus, face bad relations and communication.

ELEVENTH HOUSE:

Since 3rd house of siblings is placed in the 11th house, this could mean the individual has a lot of siblings, is the elder sibling, or at least acts as the eldest by bearing all family responsibilities.

This is one of the best combinations for wealth and success. The individual may earn through self-efforts and build themselves a very successful life.

If ill-placed, they could become proud and too powerful because of this name and fame and develop a revenge-seeking attitude.

This placement also indicates a career in armed forces or related professions.

TWELFTH HOUSE:

These individuals are skilled in long-term planning and thus, accumulate and save wealth.

This placement also produced a person who has a “wicked” mindset meaning they often make expense on bad deals. As a result, they have an immortal approach to gain wealth, such as underground or sensual activities, destroying their enemies, etc.

However, the 10th house is well-placed here and gives high rank, social status, high achievements, etc.

This also indicates a person who has their father’s mindset. Depending on the deposition of the father, this may be good or bad.

The individual can also have sudden gain through hidden sources, since the 12th house rulers over hidden things.

No matter how much courage and valor a person with this placement has, they will be slothful in certain aspects of their life.

The individual will also have a desire for salvation because of the triangle created by the 3rd house of desire and 12th house of salvation.

Finally, the connection with the 3rd house of siblings might indicate struggles and obstacles for one’s siblings. However, if well-placed, the siblings could gain success after pressure.

Thank you for reading til the end of this post! I hope you gained insight into astrology and its effects in daily life.

Please like, comment, reblog, and share! Also, stayed tuned for my 4th post in this series!

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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“I used to hate you, you know?”

Rivals to Lovers

Characters: Mona x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, I think

a/n: This was supposed to be just my usual content. Yet here I am, writing much more for Mona than planned and scratching the other characters for time’s sake.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Mona

Just as it was necessary for an Astrologer to never be satisfied with their knowledge, they had to uphold a certain amount of respect or risk being perceived as nothing more than entertainer for people don’t knowing what to do with their free time, more akin to a clown than their actual profession. So when Mona noticed another Astrologer pop up in Mondstadt and decided to pay them a visit, hoping to find someone at least somewhere equal in knowledge who she could share her studies with, only to instead end up in front of a person soothsaying to children and all kinds of other people while leaving out any and all negative things that were about to happen to them, she couldn’t help but feel repulsed, seeing you as nothing but a scam trying to get a quick buck out of astrology.

So, what changed? The Mona from a few months ago would have never even considered spending an hour or so lying on the side of a hill with you, doing nothing but looking at the stars and talk about whatever you felt like. Yet here you were. When did the Mona from a few months ago turn into the Mona Megistus from now? Was it when she found you rotting away in the library of the knights of Favonius, reading any astrology related books you could snatch up? Or when you were willing to pay whole meals for her only to get the chance to learn from her? Or was it when she first had to begrudgingly admit to herself that seeing you smile made her do the same?

At the end of the day, it didn’t matter what made her change her mind, be it fate or just a few unlikely decisions, the matter of fact was that here she was, actually finding herself enjoying your company.

“I never actually accepted money from any of them”, you begun speaking out of nowhere, both somewhat ruining the moment of both of you silently staring at the sky, and immediately catching her attention, causing her to blink a few times in confusion before sitting back up and turning in your direction.

“Where’s that coming from?”, she asked perplexed, only for you to explain further once both of you made eye contact.

“You always used to berate me for wanting to make a quick buck by telling the people what they wanted to hear and refusing to warn them of any misfortunes”, you continued before letting out a short chuckle, finding those memories amusing, even if you didn’t feel the same back then.

“Then why do it in the first place?”, Mona couldn’t help but probe further. Why do what you did if you weren’t out for money? Books about Astrology were a pricey thing after all, so while she wouldn’t exactly sympathise with you if you did it to afford them, she could at least understand.

“I don’t know… they seemed like they needed it”, you responded, only to continue before Mona had enough time to question what you had just said. “One bad news after another came trickling in and suddenly it seemed like the whole world was going to end, so I told them about good things that were going to happen to them in the future, hoping that it would make them feel better.”

“But why leave out the bad things? We are Astrologers, telling people the good and the bad is our profession”, she asked in turn, causing you to get silent all of a sudden. “Wouldn’t you want to know if something bad was going to happen to you? You’d be able to aptly prepare for it.”

“I don’t know. If it were me, I would want to be the last person knowing of my imminent doom. As long as it’s quick and surprising I don’t have anything to complain about”, you were quick to respond, letting out a small chuckle, whether you found it actually funny or simply to make the conversation seem less serious.

“Is that how you’d choose to die? Quick and out of nowhere?”, Mona questioned you further, crossing her arms in the process, finding the thought of an astrologer choosing to be blind to the future somewhat insulting.

“No, if I got to choose, I’d want to die of old age with you by my side. But in case I didn’t get to choose that other option doesn’t seem too bad.”, you countered with a smile on your face, your words seemingly coming out of nowhere, leaving Mona with a small blush on her face, only for her to sigh and let herself fall back onto the grass, letting the absurdity of the current moment sink in.

“I used to hate you, you know?”, she changed the subject, immediately being met with a chuckle from you.

“It would have been difficult not to.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #mona x y/n #mona megistus #genshin mona #mona x reader #mona x you #mona imagines

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ga-yuu · 1 year

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Ikemen Genjiden Character Talk #11

“Sly x Eccentric”

“Genius Onmyoji” Abe no Yasuchika VA. Namikawa Daisuke

Name: Abe no Yasuchika

Age: 20 to 25 years age group.

Birthday: Mar. 15th

Profession: Onmyoji.

Affiliation: Imperial Court, Onmyoji Faction.

Hobbies: Crazy Onmyoji Experiments, Astrology, Demon Hunting.

Likes: Akihito, Demons including Tamamo and Kurama.

Dislikes: Ibuki (lol), Eels

Personality Traits: Eccentric but cute, curious but sometimes shy, and hardworking.

FACTS FROM ROUTES AND EVENTS:

Yasuchika is the love rival in Morinaga's route.

He has a cat allergy, so no cats are allowed in his mansion.

He can predict the future through his dreams.

He had an abusive childhood, where the then Head of the Abe family subjected him to physical abuse and painful rituals.

He also had a small demon friend, which he was forced to kill unreasonably by the same man.

He later met Akihito who was a living spirit, roaming around the Abe mansion. Yes, Chika can also see ghosts.

Chika hates eels.

When he wants to touch cats, he pats Yoshino's head.

He has two Shikigami maids -- Kazuha and Futaba (Twins)

Chika and Akihito once made a promise that they would go together outside to see beautiful scenery after Akihito becomes a human.

Yasuchika was the one who trapped Tamamo in the sessho-seki. It was mentioned in one of their collection stories.

Yasuchika loves Akihito more than you think! He won't tolerate any disrespect towards Akihito, he's super possessive if Akihito gets along with someone else, and he is even jealous of Yoshino at some point. He would even buy 100 portraits of Akihito and place them all around his house. Legend says that he also has a shrine dedicated to Akihito inside his experiment room (this is not confirmed btw! But it could be true).

The first time he has ever heard a lullaby was from Yoshino.

Oh yeah! He doesn't dislikeeeeee Ibuki. Of course, he cares about him too. But he doesn't outright show it.

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden yasuchika #ikemen mc #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome

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night-unfurls-its-splendour · 7 months

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When the Longing Returns (Phantom of the Opera, 2004 Fanfiction) || Erik x Christine

Ch. 2 Author's Notes

Read the Fic here on tumblr or on AO3

◇ Erik strove not to remember the surge of jealous rage that had overtaken him as he had watched the Chagny boy put his dolman around Christine and hold her as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Military fashion is not my area of expertise, but a dolman is the outer jacket part of the uniform that Raoul wears draped over his shoulder for the masquerade.

I can also tell you that it's a Hussar uniform.

Why is Raoul wearing a Hussar uniform when he's not apparently tied to the military in any meaningful way? No clue. Couldn't tell you, you'd have to ask Maria Bjørnsen.

Even more baffling is the fact that Raoul's uniform in the musical is based off of the 8th King’s Royal Irish Hussars. That's right, Raoul is wearing a British inspired Hussar uniform.

My best guess is this is a reference to the Raoul of the 1925 Lon Chaney film (played by Norman Kerry), who is the "Debonair lieutenant and Beau Brummel of the Second Chasseurs",

OR to Anatole Garron, one of the Raoul-type characters in the 1943 Claude Rains film (played by Nelson Eddy), who is also an opera singer, and who plays (I think) a Napoleonic Hussar of the 1st Regiment in the main opera set-piece of that film.

My best guess for an in-universe reason for Raoul to be wearing this uniform? Well, it is a costume ball, so ~shrugs~ it's just a costume?

Now at this point I'm sure the burning question on everyone's tongue is 'What is a Hussar or a Chasseur and what is the difference? '

Well, Hussars (Hussards in French) and Chasseurs (or, more properly Chasseurs á Cheval) were both light cavalry. The difference is that Chasseurs á Cheval were also expected to act as infantry if the situation called for it. Both Hussards and Chasseurs á Cheval had dolmans as part of their uniforms.

What I find quite funny about all of this though is the fact that in the book, Raoul is actually a sailor lad.

◇ "I will tell you all, Christine," his even tone trembling a little. "I only ask that you.... that you try to be gentle in your judgement of me."

Leroux Reference: Erik's History

Erik's whole backstory in this chapter is heavily adherent to Erik's life-story in the book as told in the Epilogue and the Persian's narrative.

Erik's birthplace of Rouen, his father's profession as a mason, his running away from home at "an early age"; his traveling to India, being discovered in Russia, being given immense power by the Shah, committing political assassinations, the "Little Sultana's" gladiatorial matches, the torture chamber, and of course the Daroga saving Erik's life from an order of execution following the completion of the trick box palace, are all detailed in the book, though of course I made some embellishments and alterations to fit Erik's characterization in the movie.

◇ "... and my mother [...] gave me a mask so that she would not have to..."

Leroux Reference: Chapter 13, "Apollo's Lyre"

"Why did you want to see me? Oh, Mad Christine, who wanted to see me! When my own father never saw me, and my mother gave me my first mask so that she would not have to!"

◇ "There was always a week in early August when she... was worse than usual... and I came to assume that these bouts must mark when I was born."

I don't put any stock in astrology in real life, but it is useful for choosing character birthdays.

Christine's generally agreed to be a Libra and that's about as bang on as you can get (though I could also see her as a February Pisces, if the Christine in question has the freaky energy of, say, Meredith Braun).

But Erik a character has about five signs that would suit him with equal perfection. He has the pride and flair for drama of a Leo, the aloof, ruthlessness of a Capricorn, the vicious sensuality of a Scorpio, the enigmatic, dark emotionality of a Cancer, and the violent passion of an Aries. How do you pick just one? I decided on Leo for Gerik specifically. Why? I can't say.

And if anyone is curious, Meg is a Sagittarius and Raoul is a Virgo.

◇ Her tears, warm and sweet, dripped onto his skin and trickled under his mask.

She, Christine, the true angel—who had sought after his kisses, when his own mother had never even tolerated them—she was weeping for his sake.

Her blessed tears mingled with his under his mask, and they flowed down to his lips.

Leroux Reference: Chapter 26, "The End of the Ghost's Love Story":

"And I fell at her feet, crying... and I kissed her feet... her little feet, crying [...] and she cried also... the angel cried!

[...]

"I felt her tears dropping onto my forehead--my forehead! They were warm, they were sweet! They flowed under my mask. Her tears! They mingled with my own tears in my eyes and they flowed into my mouth.... Ah! Her tears, on me!"

◇ Masonry, carpentry, joinery, metalwork; whatever I set my hands to seemed to come naturally, and so skilfully.

Carpentry and joinery, while both aspects of the woodworking trade, are separate skills. In this time period especially, carpentry referred to cutting and rough-work (including building construction), while joinery refers to assembly and fine-work.

◇ "I was brought down from Ninji-Novgorod, in Russia..."

Nowadays transliterated as "Nizhny Novgorod"; the sixth largest city in Russia, located on the Volga River in Western Russia. It is an important transport hub, as well as an economic and cultural centre, to this day.

◇ "as an entertainment for the Shah's favourite who was 'withering away' of boredom"

Leroux Reference: The "Little Sultana"

It was thus that his reputation reached the palace at Mazenderan, where the little Sultana was bored to death.

The "Little Sultana" is a vague but brutal female figure that is mentioned by both Erik and the Persian. In Leroux's epilogue she is called "The Shah's Favourite", almost certainly meaning a favourite wife or mistress. According to the Persian, she took delight in watching Erik kill prisoners in gladiatorial matches, and even persuaded him to teach her how to wield the Punjab lasso herself, using it to indiscriminately murder her own ladies in waiting, and occasionally even those of visiting friends.

M. Grant Kellermeyer speculates the "Little Sultana" to whom Leroux alludes to be based on Jeyran Khanom, the seventh wife of Nasser al din Shah, whom he first took as a mistress in around 1850 following a chance encounter during which he apparently fell in love with her on sight. One story of their meeting even asserts that she was one of his mother's servants.

Jeyran was a formidable figure, and enjoyed many masculine pursuits including hunting and shooting, and not even the Khanom (the Dowager) was able to dissuade Nasser from conferring her the title of Forough ol-Saltaneh, or from naming her son the crown prince (though this decision was stuck in political hell for years because of Jeyran's lack of influential bloodlines). She was the Shah's favourite wife until her early death in 1860 at the age of 29.

It's my feeling, however, that, though likely inspired by Jeyran (and also by her successor as the Shah's favourite, the even more formidable Anis al Dalweh, pictured below)

the "Little Sultana" is an entirely fictional character created by Leroux as a device to instil a deep sense of unease and horror in the reader; a monstrous young woman with bloodthirsty proclivities that stoked Erik's own growing disregard for human life at a time when he was particularly susceptible: best not to associate her too strongly with any real historical figure.

I was particularly eager to explore on this character, having recently read (and despised) Susan Kay's novel Phantom, in which this character is presented, not as the Shah's wife or mistress, but (rather incomprehensibly) as his mother.

◇ "By the time I had finished, the Shah had given me a nickname: 'Derb Mekhefa Met'eseb' which, roughly translated, means 'Trapdoor Lover'."

Leroux Reference: "Trap-Door Lover"

We have it from the Persian in Leroux's novel that this was a nickname of Erik's during the "Rosy hours of Mazenderan".

I have long wondered exactly what that would actually be in Persian. I determined that I wanted Erik to actually say it in the language, rather than just the translation, but reverse translating it has proven difficult. With no knowledge of Farsi as a language myself, I resorted to online language converters and translators, and this seems to be the best I can come up with. I believe it more accurately translates as "Hidden Door Fanatic", but I'm sure there are probably huge contextual problems with this attempt at translation. If anyone reading this speaks or has an understanding of Persian language, or knows someone who does who can give me a better translation, please let me know, I want this to be as authentic as possible.

◇'There, now! you are quite the Don Juan I would say. Any woman that ever saw you would be yours forever.

Leroux Reference: Chapter 13, "Apollo's Lyre"

This particularly cruel blow on Erik's self-esteem from the Shah was directly inspired by one of Erik's own comments during the aftermath of his Unmasking by Christine in the book (one of the most genuinely terrifying moments of the novel):

"He burst into a harsh, rumbling, powerful laughter, repeating the words: 'oh you women are so curious!' And then he said, 'Well, are you satisfied? I am a handsome fellow, eh? When a woman sees me, as you have, she becomes mine! She loves me forever! I am a kind of Don Juan in that way, you know!'"

This is the kind of line that sticks with you. This sarcastic comment is a horrible glimpse into just how deep Erik's self-loathing goes.

It occurred to me that, in my story, this may have been something the Shah might have sarcastically said to him that stuck with Erik, and inspired Erik's Don Juan comparison (and the work into which, as Leroux's Christine says, Erik "poured all of his bitter misery"). The betrayal of a tenuous, but much craved-for paternal figure would be deeply scarring to a young Erik, so it's little wonder he would try to turn the Shah's comment back on itself, to reclaim it.

◇"Daroga helped me to escape—I suppose in return for my once having saved his life—but on one condition. 'No more murders.'"

[...]

"I had never believed in making or keeping oaths and agreed to this one without much real intention of putting any stock in it."

Leroux Reference: Chapter 22, "Interesting and Instructive Vicissitudes of a Persian in the Cellars of the Paris Opera":

"Erik, you promised me: no more murders!"

"Have I really committed murders?" He asked, taking on his most amiable expression.

"Ah, you wretch!" I exclaimed. "Have you forgotten the Rosy Hours of Mazenderan?"

"Yes," he sighed. "I prefer to forget them, though I did make the little Sultana laugh."

[...]

"Erik... Erik swear to me..."

"What for?" he interrupted. "You know I never keep my oaths. Oaths are made for catching fools!"

◇ "I had returned to find the Opera Populaire under new management and it was not long before I observed that the new directors, Debienne and Poligny were far less competent than those who had advanced real talent and taste. Not unlike our present management,” he added under his breath. “In addition to that, I soon discovered that Poligny had, for some time, been defrauding Debienne in their private business ventures, among other... shall we say 'indiscretions'. I was fortunate to also discover that he was quite superstitious."

Book Characters!

Debienne and Poligny are the out-going managers of the Opera in the novel; their counterpart in the play would be M. Lefevre.

The lengthy timeline gave me some room to work. I figured Lefevre wouldn't have lasted a full thirteen years under the Opera Ghost's thumb, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to introduce these two as his predecessors.

Exactly what Erik was blackmailing Poligny over (because this detail is true to the book), is never explicitly stated, but it is implied to regard numerous proclivities, both moral and financial:

" 'Poligny was superstitious and Erik knew it. Erik also knew much about the public and private affairs of the opera.'

"When Poligny heard a mysterious voice whispering to him about the use he had made of both his time and his partner's confidence, he did not question it."

◇ "I worked by fits and starts, composing for weeks at a time during which I hardly ate or slept and lived only on my music."

Leroux Reference: Chapter 13, "Apollo's Lyre"

"I sometimes compose for fifteen days and nights together, during which I neither eat nor drink, and live only on music..."

Depeche Mode References, for those looking for them…

◇ “Did he have any choice but to go down on his knees and pray that she would have the strength to forgive all the things that he'd done?”

From "One Caress" off of Songs of Faith and Devotion:

"Well I'm down on my knees again

And I pray to the only one

Who has the strength to bear the pain

To forgive all the things that I've done"

◇ “A moment of silence as Erik gathered his thoughts, steeling himself against the heavy sense of trepidation that threatened, like a disease, to take hold of his tongue.

Doing his level best to shake it away, he said…”

From “Shake the Disease” off of Black Celebration (Deluxe Edition):

"Here is a plea, from my heart to you

Nobody knows me as well as you do

You know how hard it is for me

To shake the disease

That takes hold of my tongue

In situations like these"

#author's notes #phantom of the opera #poto #poto fanfiction #phantom of the opera fanfiction #poto fic #phan phic #erik x christine #christine x erik #eristine #erik/christine #e/c #poto e/c #gerik #erik the phantom #christine daae #poto 2004

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Preview: The Edge of Dawn ch2

Donald Pierce x Brandi

Fic info

Words: 3,878

Warnings: western adjacent stuff, kidnapping, killing

This is a preview * read in full on A03

The night sky moves in, replacing the vibrant colors of sunset. Midnight blue and dense greys hang overhead as celestial objects come into view. The moon is in the last quarter phase and both Venus and Mars are visible in the sky.

In her old life, Brandi kept up with this kind of thing. It wasn't by profession, but tracking the astrological bodies was something she enjoyed since childhood. As an adult, she supplemented her income by doing readings and helping others understand their stars.

She wonders, what would the cosmic alignment be for all this? An unlucky square? Some Neptunian interference that caused her, usually a light sleeper, to crash so hard she didn't hear Donald approaching that morning?

Whatever it could be, didn't matter now. Now, she's stuck with them for the time being. The one bonus? She figures they're deep in Arizona now and this isn't far from her destination. If she could escape soon, she'd still make it.

“We need to find a place to camp for the night.” Donald said as he scanned the landscape.

His jacket is off now, and she can see his right arm, from the elbow down is robotic, not just his hand. On top of that, it's a damn good one, top shelf. Over the years, she’s seen some sketchy ones but this - he must have turned in some high rewards to get an arm like this.

Her eyes drift from his arm to the large tattoo on his neck, a black skull with bones.

Donald catches her looking at him and grins, showing teeth this time, “hello to you too.”

She pulls her eyes away from him and picks something in the distance to stare at.

Donald grins, his eyes still on her, then pokes her in the side with his pistol.

Brandi jerks away from him with a frustrated sigh. “Why the hell you lookin’ for bounties up North anyway?” she asks.

Donald raises his brow and shrugs,

“I like the way I live, cashin' in high rewards makes that easy.” he pauses for dramatic effect, “someone's always runnin’ from something darlin’ and if you can catch ‘em - “ he makes a gesture with his fingers, like he’s rubbing money.

“That how you got that tattoo and gold tooth? Bold of you walking around with that so visible.”

“This old thing,” he tugged on the gold chain, “anyone who tries to take it from me will end up in the ground. Trust me,” he leans in close, fully in her personal space, “many have tried.”

Brandi ripped her eyes away from his.

Even with his dubious nature, Donald is nice to look at. Her mind is working overtime, but her body is still reacting to him in a way she does not need right now. Traveling alone for so long, it's been a while since -

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prudenthermit · 29 days

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"Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” -Carl Jung.

Keywords: Intuition, a deepening understanding of ones spirituality & receptivity, dreams, powerful visions, psychic insights, serendipity, meditation, introspection, a spiritual experience, internal divine femininity, unconscious/subconscious, the journey from naivety to internalized wisdom, femme inspiratrice

Astrology: Moon. Numerology: 2. Thoth: The High Priestess - tarrdaniel.com Golden Dawn: The Priestess of the Silver Star Marseille: II La Papesse - the power of knowledge & receptive feminine knowledge, wisdom, intuition, reserve, mystery.

Riderwaite Smith: 02 Secrets, mystery, the future as yet unrevealed, the woman who interests the querent (if male); the querent (if female), silence, tenacity; wisdom, science.

Person: a wise & mysterious person, one who is mature & intuitive or spiritual, a feminine religious figure, someone in an emotional advisory profession; counselling, therapy, death doula

Advice/Action: Listen more than speaking, tune into intuition, take time for introspection, meditation & mindfulness skills/activities,

Art: Hildegarde Von Bingen self portraits 12th century" TAROT DEEP DIVE - The High Priestess " - Modern Metaphys YT " The Fascinating Psychology of the High Priestess Archetype " - Solitude YT

X The High Priestess reversed

Riderwaite Smith: 02 Passion, moral or physical ardor, conceit, surface knowledge.

Keywords: keeping secrets, gossip or mistruths, hidden agendas, fear or repression of intuitive abilities, ignoring ones intuition & inner voice,

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boopiddyboop · 8 months

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Hello!! Do you do readings for other people?? Like not just celebrities? I’m curious about my birth chart~ I kinda wanna know what my birth chart says but all I can access are free online tools😅🙈 Like the astrology cafe thing is the most I can have interpretations of my birth chart but that’s it😅🙈

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Hi there! To answer the first question, do I do readings for other people? Short answer is yes, but typically in-person as a party trick, if you get what I mean. It's more, how do you say... vibes than a clinical dissection, my reading. And certainly, because this is in no way my profession, any I say is subject to scrutiny. I actually started reading celebrities as a way to better grasp the principles of astrology. Wider pool of candidates and all that. The downside being that a lot of interpretation becomes inductive reasoning instead of deductive, which can lead to biased results. However, it's a good starting point once you move past your own chart. Feel free to send any particular questions to the inbox and I can try to answer them, but once again, I read by more traditional standards and most information online is catered to modern tastes. Nothing wrong with that! But my interpretation may vary wildly based on small features. I don't claim to be more correct, but I probably won't be super helpful in the long run. If you would like some more resources, I can point you in that direction though! I personally use astro.com to generate charts. Click Horoscopes > Go to Free Horoscopes and click All Horoscopes at a glance. Click Extended Chart Selection, and here you can input your birth data, and choose what kind of drawing you want. The default is what you would get on cafe astrology- I change the houses to "whole signs" and turn Uranus-Pluto off.

Another website I've started utilizing is astro-seek, which has a lot of additional resources for interpreting both modern and traditional charts :) The user interface is a little more friendly in my opinion, but I haven't used it very thoroughly to account for all of it's features.

There are also a LOT of free resources and interpretations for aspects/signs in the grand ol' Google machine, and my search history is littered with "x in x sign" or "x in nth house" searches. Take all interpretations with some salt, but between them you can kind of get a flavor for things. Just remember: placements do not exist in a vacuum; a chart is a conglomeration of many parts that show complex people at work.

Finally, books! Peruse your local library and see what they have. I don't have many recommendations on the modern side, but I have a copy of Tetrabiblos by Ptolemy and Carmen Astrologicum by Dorotheus of Sidon (trans. by Benjamin N. Dykes) in my personal library. The first one covers some basic traditional principles, the second is more predictive in nature. Both are very... uh... dense. Not beginner friendly at all, with the Carmen Astrologicum reading like a Bible.

I hope this was helpful in some way :) Feel free to reach out in the future ~

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honeyleesblog · 10 months

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Astrological Predictions and Character Analysis for Individuals with a May 19th Birthday

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 3 years

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Touch it for Real, Part 4

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / idiots to lovers

A/N: The song featured in the kitchen scene is Fantasy by Mariah Carey.

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

You were puzzling. Alone in your bedroom, laying within the comfort of your own bed, you were positively puzzling.

After sorting out just who Ben was and fixing the damage Baekhyun had done to your reputation by explaining that your idiot roommate had just gotten a hold of your phone, you reintroduced yourself and apologized for the confusion.

This ‘Ben’ actually seemed to laugh off the odd behavior he’d gotten as a first impression of you, mentioning that your roommate seemed funny, if not weirdly protective of you.

You could see what he meant when you read through the rapid fire questions Baekhyun had asked him from his age, to his preferred operating system, whether or not Ben had Facebook so “you” and him could be friends, his profession, and his parents line of work, his current place of work, how long he’s worked there and whether or not he moves around a lot, his hometown, his hobbies and even whether or not Ben has now or has ever had any pets; it seemed that Baekhyun had actually done a whole lot of legwork to give you a pretty good idea of what Ben might be like.

But the moment Baekhyun’s conversation topic changed to innocently ask Ben for his astrological sign, something struck you as off to see Baekhyun proclaim you to also be the same sign and after the two compared birthdays you began to find the whole exchange quite odd.

You realized that Baekhyun had simply lied about your birthday. Baekhyun knew your birthday. Why had he given a fake date to Ben? Unless there was something else happening that you didn’t understand. Then again, Baekhyun had always been rather stingy about giving out personal information; both yours and his. He was probably just being cautious about revealing too much to a stranger.

And actually, Ben seemed rather …. nice. You always hesitated to give them this adjective right off the bat as most of the guys you met who seemed nice right away turned out to be very good at faking nice and stringing along at least three or four girls at once for the shot at fucking at least one of them, and the hopes of fucking all of them.

You’d been called the wrong name late at night, whispered through a sleepy voice over the phone. You’d been sweet-talked and then abruptly called a bitch for refusing to send nudes to a guy you’d been talking to for only a week. Apparently a week was his limit and all his other girls gave him what he wanted within a couple of days. You’d been ghosted by nice guys who felt victimized and led on when you said goodnight politely with a smile and a wave instead of inviting them inside for ramen.

You did want a nice guy. But you wanted a real one.

What you wouldn’t give for one of them, for just one of them to be honest with you and really show you their true self.

Perhaps you had been going about it all wrong.

Your conversation with Ben quietly fizzled and you put your phone away to charge and now, now you were simply puzzling.

It panged at your heart to think of it, but the upset with Baekhyun hours earlier kept replaying in your mind. You propped your feet up on your wall and let your head hang off the edge of your bed, enjoying the way the gravity pulled at the blood in your brain and you tapped your fingers on the bed absentmindedly to the soft beat of music you heard playing from his room.

And you puzzled.

Don’t use your beauty as a weapon against me.

You hadn’t been this bothered by something since you’d watched that Mission Impossible movie the first time and spent an hour and a half trying to wrap your head around the complicated plot.

A Weapon.

Your beauty … a weapon … against me.

Why did it bother you so much? Why had he been so upset that you were playing with him, that you were messing with him. He messed with you all the time. You messed with him just as much. He never got this upset. No, he never got upset in this way. In such a way as to call you out on using something you had, against him. Something that you hadn’t even known had any power at all to attack the man. Your beauty. Did you have such a thing?

You thought about the other times you fought with him.

Not really fought, the two of you never did that, but that fake sort of fighting like when he’d woken you up at 2am for the third night in a row with his loud working music and you found him out in the kitchen disassembling your favorite toaster, the one with the wide slots for bagels that also toasts four slices of bread at once and even has special buttons for frozen items. The stainless steel one that you won in a work raffle and proudly marched through the office carrying with a huge smile on your face. It was a deluxe model. Supreme even. The master of it’s craft. Said so right on the box. Your toaster in a million pieces on your kitchen counter; all because he needed some components or resistors or whatever the fuck it was and he decided the best move was to take your toaster apart rather than to just order what he needed online and wait two business days for them to arrive.

Sure, he put it back together a few days later but not without enduring the laser eyes you shot him over breakfast when you had to toast a piece of bread in a frying pan on the stove like a loser who did not own a four slice Deluxe Toastmaster Supreme.

You’d planned your revenge then. It was something tiny and it involved his TV remote. His precious TV was enormous, took up almost the whole wall, OLED or SUPER-NANO or ULTRA-NANO some similar nonsense words and had 8-Ks of pixels or so he claimed and had so many smart functions you could hardly get comfortable using it for anything that didn’t involve the Netflix button. And no, no, you didn’t do anything to the actual TV. Relax, this was just the remote. This was harmless. Absolutely harmless. Easy to solve really if he had half a brain in his head.

You just carefully cut out the smallest tiniest piece of IR blocking tape that fit exactly over the infrared sensor on the remote control and fit so well it was undetectable to the human eye. Unless you knew it was there and knew exactly where to stick your fingernail in under the plastic bezel to peel it back. You simply applied the tape and left the remote right on the coffee table before you left for work.

You’d come home that night to a pile of assorted battery packs all strewn about the coffee table, and the remote completely taken apart down to the tiny circuit board and Baekhyun was quietly touching the tip of some tiny tool to the different spots on the scary looking green part from inside of the remote with all the metal bits stuck to it and when you slowly walked by he looked up at you through the magnifying eye glasses he wore. His eyes looked comically enormous and you swallowed away your laughter and considered how long you’d let him suffer.

“Something wrong with your remote, Peanut Butter?”

“It was working fine yesterday. I just don’t understand it.”

“Maybe it’s the batteries,” you offered innocently and he just ignored your helpful suggestion as he began screwing tiny screws into place with a precision screwdriver.

He was reassembling it all now and you sat down beside him on the sofa about as amused as you had ever been to sit and watch him suffer.

He grabbed two new batteries from an unopened pack on the table and aimed the remote, pressing the buttons again and again. Nothing happened.

He was surprisingly calm about the whole thing and judging by the various shopping bags and different brands of batteries you saw, he seemed to have been working on this all afternoon. Probably for hours now.

“I’m going to have to take the TV apart.”

He was already standing up and walking across the room toward the wall mounted monstrosity when you leaned forward for the remote. He glanced back at you as you did it and he looked at you just in time to see you shake the remote back and forth and then hit it twice lightly against your left hand. Just a little knock-knock should do it. You were careful to keep the expression on your face calm and well controlled.

When you pressed the power button, the big TV came to life and you pressed the button for Netflix and scrolled through your recommended titles. You had a new episode to watch. You’d have to make time tonight for that. After he was done with his little project here.

Baekhyun instantly pulled his hands away from the TV and hopped back and away from the screen, peering up at it with his mouth hanging wide open. His eyes shot back to where you sat on the sofa holding the remote control. You did not allow your smile to form. Nothing in your whole life had ever been so difficult. You felt as if you could pop right here. You casually flipped through the menu on the screen and the man looked back up at the TV and back down at you again.

You could see him coming in then. He was moving fast with several large steps toward you and with the quickest movement you could manage you used the tip of your finger to slide the IR tape back over the remote sensor. You could not be as precise as you had been before with him coming right at you so quickly, but hopefully it wouldn’t be visible.

He reached for the remote. “What did you do, how did you fix it?” He held it up and pointed it toward the TV. Again, the remote did not work. You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek.

He was pressing buttons again and nothing happened with each new button he smashed down. You could see the madness growing in his eyes the more he tried.

He made the smallest whining sound from the back of his throat and it took every ounce of self control to keep from laughing as he lightly tapped the remote twice against his hand just as he had seen you do. Nothing.

You tried to hold it. You tried so hard. A tiny sound escaped, the smallest sniffle with a laugh broke free from your throat and you coughed lightly to hide it.

His face turned on you and those crazed eyes were back only instead of directing them at the remote, he was looking at you now.

“How did you fix it? Do it again.” He looked insane and desperate and a tiny smile betrayed you as you grabbed the remote from his hand. You played the smile off as part of the help you were willing to offer him but you also had to inhale a deep breath and carefully and slowly exhale it through your mouth to keep from breaking completely.

You held it up in your right hand and gave it a little shake. As quickly as you had done it before you turned the remote on its side as you gave those two little knocks and his head flipped toward the TV when you aimed. With his eyes averted you were able to slip the tape off just before pressing the button.

The Netflix logo greeted you and Baekhyun threw his head back and let out a loud frustrated yell into the ceiling above him.

You’d been holding your laugh for too long. It was becoming too difficult now and he was back, reaching for the remote when the first suffocating giggles took your composure and you laughed out loud.

Your laughter brought all of his attention right to you and only you. The entirety of his focus shifted and that brought those crazed eyes of his bearing down on you, wide and demanding.

It was, by far, the most successful and meanest prank you had ever played on him to date and you were gasping for air and laughing as he reached for you. He grasped both of your shoulders and he shook you as you laughed and laughed at the absolute madness in his eyes. Oh he was crazy. It was just so damn funny.

The remote was still in your hands and you flipped through the different inputs on the TV as you cackled and tears formed at the corners of your eyes.

“How did you do it? You devil! Tell me how you did it?”

He balanced with his knees on the couch and his hands were on you, roaming over the fabric of the sweater you wore, lifting your arms to look under them, maybe for spare remotes or for hidden batteries or secret formulas, who knows what he thought he might find.

You’d stashed the tiny circle of tape by sticking it to the skin inside your elbow and he was currently examining the fingers on all of your hands up close as if they concealed all of the secrets he was looking for.

It wasn’t until he searched higher, pulling your hand forward toward his chest and his thumb grazed against the shiny plastic of the tape circle you had on your inner arm when he did a double take, pulled your arm harder and lifted an accusing finger to point at the tape.

“What is that?!” He clearly thought himself to be the world’s greatest detective.

You allowed yourself to be manhandled by him a little bit more as you got every bit of humor about your recent victory out of your chest and you lifted your other hand, the one he did not have held hostage right now to wipe at the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

“Stop laughing and answer me, woman! What is it?”

“It’s my birth control patch,” you said through a laugh and his eyes widened as he pulled his hand back. It was a tiny movement but you were so close to his accusing eyes that it felt monumental and the dramatic reaction to your teasing lie made a fresh wave of laughter bubble up in your chest. You knew he would react this way. Any mention of your contraceptives always made him clam up.

“It’s IR tape, Baekhyun. Infrared blocking tape. I put it on the sensor this morning after breakfast. After I made toast in a pan instead of in my toaster.”

The truth pulled his whole head back and he fell down on his butt on the sofa briefly before he slipped and fell right off the couch onto the floor and he sat there with a blank lifeless look on his face; staring ahead without any focus in his eyes.

“Do you know how sad pan toast is, Baekhyun? Tell me, how am I supposed to be satisfied with pan toast when I should have been having Deluxe Toastmaster Supreme toast?”

He was shaking his head back and forth as you spoke and when he did move it was to lay down flat on his back on the floor of the living room. His hands were up and he rubbed roughly over his face.

“Oh my god. Oh my god—it’s so good. I would have never checked for tape over the sensor. Fucking tape. A piece of goddamn tape. I was so focused on the batteries.I went to three different stores today. The circuits to the sensor were all intact, I checked it, it was good — I never even considered this. Are you an evil genius? My sweet innocent Bug ... is actually an evil supervillain.”

You left him on the floor and made your way into the kitchen to make dinner. It was your night to cook and thanks to the man stewing on the floor of the living room you had to do it around the scattered carcass of your third favorite kitchen appliance.

You remembered the way he reacted then. He pouted and moaned on the floor for a few moments until he smelled the stew you were cooking on the stove. It was comfort food. Something with meat and potatoes and warmth and spices. It would lift anyone’s mood and his had been lifted almost immediately. There were no apologies or any tears. Just a promise to put the toaster back together tomorrow after he went to the store for the parts he needed and that was the end of it.

He didn't storm away. He didn't raise his voice or say you were mean or unfair or too beautiful for him to withstand. He didn't get angry about closeness being used the wrong way, in a way that was unfair to him. In a way that could hurt him, like a weapon.

If he said you had the kind of beauty that could be used against him, didn't that mean he found you beautiful? Wouldn't that mean that Baekhyun found you attractive?

The words protested inside your mind. You shook your head.

That was impossible. Definitely. You’ve been so close to him for so long without even a hint of that sort of a feeling from him. Sure you were close to each other. Sure you cared for each other. It was a familiar sort of affection you shared. But attraction? Because he found you beautiful in a way that was unfair?

The puzzling was giving you a headache. There were some things that just did not exist in the same space in your mind and that was the existence of your roommate, Byun Baekhyun, and the possibility that he was attracted to you in any way.

You’d been inside your bedroom for hours now and you were no closer to answers than when you first came in here.

Baekhyun would be done with his episode. He would have watched it with Mia and discussed themes or scenes or dramatic moments with her. Did he talk to her on the phone or maybe though a headset as they streamed the episode together.

Did he like her voice and did she like his jokes?

Did he make her laugh? Of course he did. He made everyone laugh. Baekhyun was charming and hilarious. But could she make him laugh? Could she make him giggle and shake like he laughed with you?

It was late. That didn't really mean all that much to Baekhyun, as the man didn't really have any set bedtime and usually just fell asleep when the sun began to come up. It was a weekend night and you didn't have work in the morning and frankly your curiosity had grown too much for you to just stay in here and fall asleep without at least checking on how the streaming date went.

You knocked lightly on his door. You could hear music playing inside. Nothing too loud or crazy. The man seemed to be having a somewhat low key evening.

“Yeah,” his voice called lowly and you opened the door and peeked your head inside.

“How is our girlfriend doing?” Baekhyun was sitting on his butt on the floor in front of his bed with his head laid over his arms and his phone abandoned in the middle of the floor out of arm’s reach.

He let out a long low groan but did not lift his head up when you stepped inside.

“I don't even know. I don't know.” He sounded defeated already and this had only just started.

“Peanut, what happened?” You picked up the phone and unlocked the screen, searching through his apps to find the dating app so you could see if they had said anything to each other that might give you some clues about what went wrong.

“Nothing happened. I was too quiet. I couldn’t talk at all. I didn't say anything during the entire episode. Why is this so scary. Uggghhh...I feel unsafe. It’s gross.”

You stepped over him and climbed onto his bed, sitting up against the head of the bed as you scrolled through the chat logs.

It looked normal. Not unfriendly. A little terse and abrupt on his part. The man didn't know how to loosen up when he talked to girls and you wondered if maybe you needed more one on one lessons with him before he was really ready for this stuff.

When you leaned back against the headboard you felt the bed dip and he climbed onto the bed beside you and angled his body toward where you sat up against the pillows.

When you got to the end of the chat you could see that she was the last one to speak and she remarked that he felt a bit different from when they spoke at the beginning of the day. He didn't say anything in response to that.

Baekhyun moaned with his eyes closed and he turned his head into your waist. He was obviously reliving some perceived embarrassment he must have felt during the interaction with Mia and when he moved his arm around your waist you looked down to find yourself trapped under his arm that constricted as he pulled tightly, hiding the entirety of his face somewhere in the shirt you wore. He was warm. The weight of his arm around you felt nice.

“I felt so unsafe,” he repeated his complaint from earlier and his voice was obscured and muffled as he hid himself. He switched the tense though and you wondered if he no longer felt unsafe now that you had come in.

You typed out a quick response to Mia. You didn't think it was right to just leave her hanging without an explanation for his strange silence during and after the show.

“I’m going to tell her that you were so quiet because you were nervous. I’ll also thank her for watching the episode tonight.”

You heard and felt a hum and the tightness of his arm around your waist relaxed a little as his arm went slack. He did not move though. He still hugged you. He was still warm and it took only a moment for your nose to pick up the pleasant smell of his clean bed sheets fresh from the dryer. You both had a schedule for washing things like towels and bed sheets. Yours had been cleaned today as well, but something about the smell of his bed felt better than yours had. Perhaps it had been all that difficult puzzling that had tainted yours.

Mia responded right away to your message. She was flattered by his nervousness. You could tell with the way she reassured that he really didn't have to be nervous around her. That she was an easy going kinda girl. Low maintenance she said. You scoffed at the thought of a computer geek being low maintenance. As if you didn't know how difficult to obtain fancy GPUs were and how expensive high powered CPUs, high capacity SATA drives, and their required cooling systems were. You looked around Baekhyun’s set up and figured it had to run somewhere in the multiples of tens of thousands of dollars; just in this room alone.

Low maintenance. Please, she was just as high maintenance as any other regular girl just with a different catalogue of parts.

You switched to the emoji keyboard and keyed off some random happy faces and closed her chat window with more force than was necessary; suddenly and unexpectedly irked when she responded with similar emojis and the notification popped up on the screen. You swiped it away quickly to be rid of it.

“She sounded nice though, even if I couldn’t talk. She sounded nice. Do you think she will even want to talk to me again? I think she likes you more than me.”

“She will like you. If she doesn’t she’s an idiot. A girl would have to be an imbecile, Peanut, to not fall for you.”

He lifted his face then, just enough for the corners of his eye to peek out and you looked down at the side of his face as he looked at you for a moment, absorbing the encouraging words you spoke to him. His leg began to shake somewhere on the end of the bed. You could feel the rhythmic motions. He often did this when he was tired.

You had been scrolling through matches on his phone, building on an idea that popped into your head.

The man needed some practice to build up his confidence. Maybe, just maybe you could find another girl. Someone who he could talk to, chat with, be friendly with, that maybe wasn’t just so wonderfully perfect for him. Someone just to break the ice with.

You stopped on a girl. Her dress was short and the neckline was low. She really left very little up to the imagination with this outfit. Outside of the revealing clothes, it was clear that she was a beautiful woman. She was sexy and very confident in herself despite the glaringly obvious grammatical typo in her bio.

You spun the phone around to show him.

“She looks nice,” you said. Baekhyun blinked at the phone and pulled his face back a little to see the image clearly.

“—-follow you’re dreams — you are — Never too old to follow you are dreams.” Baekhyun read out the sentence with the typo out loud and you laughed.

“Come on, she’s pretty,” you said softly, “right?” You probed gently and he chuckled once to himself and closed his eyes up with a sigh.

“Yeah, she’s pretty,” he said after a while and you felt yourself stiffen just a little bit with his admission. Of course she was. Anyone could see it. He’d be lying if he didn't admit it.

“Okay but like, just pretty or do you also think she’s beautiful?”

He hummed some non response and you focused your attention back on the phone in your hands. After scrolling through a few more profiles you found another woman whose beauty shone brightly right through the screen at you.

“And her? Is she pretty or is she beautiful?”

Baekhyun’s eyes opened again but just barely. He looked half asleep and you wondered if the reason his arm was still around you was because he was so sleepy he didn't realize he was still hugging you like this on his bed.

“Pretty,” he mumbled and pushed his face into your waist again. This time the shaking in his leg began to settle and you could hear a slow steadiness in his breathing.

“Should I message her? Maybe we can practice talking to her so you’re not so nervous talking to girls?”

“Sure Bug,” he said quietly, “you can do anything you want.”

He was falling asleep now. You could feel the change. It didn't matter. You’d let him rest a bit while you opened up a chat window and began talking to Candy.

She responded quickly and had a completely different feeling from Mia. Maybe this was good. Candy was easy to talk to but she had nearly nothing in common with Baekhyun. She casually asked what a computer programmer did and when you went into specifics you had trouble finding synonyms for words that didn’t just make it all more complicated. You finally settled on a simple explanation of what kinds of computer software Baekhyun had developed and left it at that.

After a while Baekhyun shifted in his sleep and uncovered his face. His lips were parted and from the upside down angle you could see the dark splash of his pretty eyelashes that landed over his soft cheeks. He looked lovely and peaceful. All the worries and fears of the day were gone and he was sleeping so calmly. You watched his sleeping face for a while, growing warm inside with the strange contentedness you felt.

You could see some light movement behind his eyes and you wondered if he was dreaming about anything.

Candy had asked for a picture. She was asking something superficial like what sort of car Baekhyun drove and you slipped into his picture gallery for the folder with the shots you took for him when he first bought his car. You found a nice one with him smiling behind the driver’s seat, bright red seatbelt across his chest and the logo of his fancy ride on the steering wheel.

‘Wooo, baby boy an Audi? you must be loaded. When are you gonna come pick me up in that?’

You laughed at her obvious reaction. Candy was exactly as you expected her to be. Baekhyun would be able to laugh and chat with her easily without too much pressure of impressing a complicated woman like Mia was. Candy was an open book. The stakes were lower with Candy.

Your giggle made him stir and you looked down to see his eyes open a tiny bit before he closed them again.

“It’s going well with Candy,” you whispered and he inhaled a breath and nodded his head as he closed his eyes again.

“Mmm, the pretty one?” he asked in a sleepy voice and you hummed your confirmation. Something buzzed inside of you; just a bit of nerve. Call it gumption.

“Baek,” you called quietly and his lips parted with his breathing but his eyes stayed closed this time. He did not respond. He didn't give any indication at all that he heard you call him.

“Baek, what about me?” Your voice was tiny when you asked it. You felt more warmth in this bed suddenly. You felt it in your chest and it seeped up to warm up your face too.

He hadn’t responded at all to your question. It had been pretty unclear though. He might not have heard it, or might not have understood it. Or his sleep may have just been too deep to register your words.

“Am I pretty or am I beautiful?” You said it so quietly there was little chance of him actually hearing it. He was asleep and you were just here, trapped in his embrace on his bed as he slept and you puzzled over the words he had told you during an upset. The words that you had pried from him when he was vulnerable and emotional. The words that you shouldn’t be over analyzing like this. Those words felt too risky to be giving this much thought to.

Here you were again, using your sneaking methods to try and trick him into something when you knew it wouldn't work, when you knew there was nothing really there and you were reading too far into things.

His steady breathing continued. His eyes remained closed and his arm still gripped around your tightly, holding you still, holding you close to him as he slept.

So you gave up. You’d moved back to the phone to respond to Candy; something silly and lighthearted, something easy just like she was, when you heard him speak.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said so far under his breath the statement sounded more like air than actual vocalization of any kind and your fingers stopped their rapid typing in the middle of your sentence.

Your eyes looked down. Your entire body was frozen. Half of you expected to find his eyes open and a wide teasing smile on his lips, begging for you to take the bait and believe his words just for the chance of laughing at your shocked face and making fun of you for being stupid enough to believe them.

He was asleep. His eyelids did not pull open when you looked down at him and his breathing remained as steady as ever.

Baekhyun was asleep.

That damn puzzling — your jaw was sore from clenching your teeth down and your lips were dry and chapped from biting them.

You had dropped the phone and it disappeared somewhere amid the bedcovers.

Baekhyun’s sleep was deeper now. He must have been very tired to be falling asleep so recklessly like this. You shifted downward and made some attempt to find the phone without waking him up and your small movement made him inhale a deep breath through his nose and he was moving now. You felt him shifting, moving his sleepy body up higher in search for some comfort; for something to lay on that was a bit more comfortable than flat on the middle of the bed like that.

You used the movement to reach for the blanket and pull it over his body so he could be warm at least and when he finally settled he shared the same pillow as you. His forehead rested against your shoulder and he was once again, fast asleep.

His arm though— you found yourself still very much trapped in nearly the same embrace as before, just shifted. A forearm landed over your chest and you felt a new heaviness of his bent leg land over your thigh.

You could wake him.

You could push him off and let him roll the other way so you could make an escape back to the peace of your own bedroom.

You would. You would do that soon.

Your current state of thoughts was simply too overloaded to follow through on any game plan. If you could only have a few more minutes of his warm steady breathing, you would move away from this. You would do it.

It wasn’t that you had never considered it. It was that you had gone through many lengths to come to this place. You were safe and secure here.

It was that you had nowhere else to go when it was over.

This place was your home.

Peanut was part of that home.

Things were nice right now; the way they were at home.

But…

As they sometimes do, and against your own will, your thoughts wandered.

You wondered as they wandered — wondered about him.

From the deepest parts of your mind; down where you’d shoved them roughly many times before, those wondering thoughts danced and swayed lightly to the soft music playing in this room.

Those secret thoughts about the sweetness in his eyes. Secrets about the fondness you felt for the little tips of him; the tip of his nose, the tips of his fingers, the pink tips of his ears. Thoughts you refused to encourage.

Baekhyun was asleep and you were thinking.

With the thinking came the shame and your skin was hot to the touch. The last thing you wanted was to ruin your home. With the thinking came the denial. You could not encourage anything. You could not afford to become complacent. You did not need these thoughts to become so brazen. You did not need them taking root. The last thing you needed was them making an appearance again.

The sounds he made while dreaming pulled your closed eyelids back open. You turned your face toward the sound. It was soft, the small groan from the back of his throat. But his face changed then; eyebrows screwed together and his lungs constricted as he let out a softer sound, like a whine. It was a complaint. His face showed signs of pain. The dream must have been unpleasant.

You lifted a hand then, shifted within his embrace you raised your palm and laid it carefully over the side of his face.

The shift happened with the warm contact and his features evened out and that pained look was gone.

You smiled then. So sleepy but satisfied that you could help when he needed it.

You would move after he got a little more sleep. After he’d had a little more comfort from you, you would move.

You weren’t the first to move. And it seemed by the change in light that shone through the windows that your visit had lasted much longer than you had intended.

It was the untangle that woke you up. A conscious and deliberate lifting of limbs; the careful grip of a hand lifting your arm by the wrist and setting it gently down on a flat mattress.

You opened your eyes when he pulled his own leg out from between your thighs. The temperature change was most jarring. You had felt so warm before.

Baekhyun was sitting up in his bed. His hair was standing up in places all over his head and he was moving slowly and carefully, in an attempt to disengage himself from the tangle of this woman he had just woken up with.

The sleep was still very thick in your head. It hadn’t been a full night’s sleep had it? You felt like you had just closed your eyes a minute ago and yet the sunshine was so bright outside already.

“Sorry,” Baekhyun whispered when he realized you were now awake and looking at him, “guess I got too comfortable...must have fallen asleep.”

His voice was thick with sleep and with embarrassment too, you could hear it everywhere, with the quick words he spoke to you and the pink that covered the back of his neck and flooded his cheeks too.

This situation...this was an embarrassment. Of course it was.

This was something that should not have happened. Not with two adults of similar age who shared so many liberties with each other; spending time in each other’s arms at night, well…

You felt awkward all over. What if—what if you’d done something in your sleep? What if you said something?

And he already wasn’t meeting your eyes as he climbed out of the bed and awkwardly made his way into his bathroom.

You could hear the sound of the running water faucet and the door closed with the smallest click like he went out of his way to close it as softly and quietly as possible to avoid disturbing you any further.

You could feel the heat burning on the skin of your cheeks and you used his absence to get up and get out of his bedroom before he came out and found you still, still tangled in his bed sheets like you’d been tangled in his legs and in his arms all night.

You had to ignore this. You had to forget it ever happened, and anyway, you were best friends with the guy...right? Wasn't this thing bound to happen in the course of a friendship? What if you went on a holiday with him and the hotel only had one bed? These things really did happen, you read about it on twitter once. Would you be that asshole best friend who let him sleep on the floor just because he was a man? No! You could build a little pillow wall between your bodies and sleep as still and motionless as possible, like a corpse.

This feeling would go away. The red hot embarrassment would wash down the drain of your shower. The sticky warmth left behind by his skin would go with it.

You’d made it as far as to undress and turn on the hot water when an awful memory dawned on you.

Baekhyun still had your shampoo.

You didn't have any other shampoo in this bathroom that you could use. You pulled open cupboards and drawers, searching for anything; tiny hotel sized travel bottles, a nearly empty bottle under the sink for a rainy day, even maybe something in the trash can that still had a few drops. Nothing.

You eyed the hand soap on your sink and pictured stepping out of the shower a frizzy, tangled mess.

A soft knock vibrated against your bathroom door.

“Bug, your shampoo.” Baekhyun’s voice called out, muffled by the sounds of the running water and the door itself, “it’s almost empty, but there’s a little left. Sorry, I’ll run to the store and get more.”

Your ear was pressed against the door so you could make out everything he said; so you could listen carefully to the tone and delivery of his words to see if he was still embarrassed about last night or if he’d brush it off easily like he did most things that seemed to bother him.

There were another two soft knocks, “B-Bug?”

“Yeah, Peanut, thank you. Can you just...put it by the door. I’m already undressed. I’ll grab it in a bit.”

He did not respond right away and you stayed with your ear against the door waiting for some sound. Some indication that he had left. The click of your door, anything.

“I left it by the door,” you heard his far away voice shout and then the click of your door.

When your shower was done and you were dressed in your favorite weekend outfit, the high waisted comfy shorts with pockets and a cute top that made you feel somewhat pretty even on a casual day and you emerged from your bedroom feeling ready to face whatever weird moods or wacky situations accosted you today.

You found him singing a song to himself in the kitchen as he made something that smelled delicious for breakfast. The radio was on a pop station that played hits from all the past decades and the upbeat rhythm of the song that played was a definite favorite that had him dancing at the stove.

It was a groovy little love song, quite old now that you thought about it and you felt the beat hit hard in your chest with each pop of his shoulders and hips. The joy you could feel in this song hit you just like that beat hit; heavy and prominent, and you smiled wide to welcome this morning mood it brought with it.

When you stepped into the kitchen to grab a mug to make yourself some coffee you couldn’t help but sing along to the song, you loved the song as much as he did and when he noticed you enter the room you could hear him singing the main parts; expertly, even though the singer was a woman, his voice could always reach the high notes as well as the low ones. She was the kind of epic singer with one of a kind of talent that was world dominating. Baekhyun was singing along, doing the same kinds of ad-libs and vocal runs that she did and he did it while holding the spatula up to his face like a microphone.

As you walked by he dipped his head and looked into your face and his eyes caught ahold of yours. You knew what was coming. You could hear it coming in the song, the chorus. The part you had to sing. These were the rules. He leaned hard and brought the spatula up to your lips just in time for your part to come on. You did not disappoint. You gave it your all closing your eyes up tight and throwing your head back, singing from the very center of you, this part you always sang during this song. The part that was made for you; he knew it and you knew it.

His smile was genuine and breathtaking and he grabbed your hand with his spatula-less hand and pulled you into him, the beat taking over whatever bit of nervousness he might have had before. This was different. This was dancing. This was singing to simply the best song for a Saturday morning and it was moving and laughing with your best friend and you let him spin you in a small circle, careful to keep your coffee mug lifted so it didn’t hit anything during the spin.

His sense of rhythm was perfect. His hips moved as if they were made for this. You had no choice but to follow. An occasional hand on your hip told you where to go. The song was reaching its peak and you knew it was a short one. The best ones always were. It was going to begin winding down now. It was always such a sweet and short lived moment of happiness that you always appreciated immensely.

As a final move, he gave you a little spin and released you to go on your way toward the coffee maker you so desperately wanted to get to when you first entered this kitchen.

He finished the eggs with the last notes of the song.

As you both sat down to eat, his eyes met yours and yours met his and you dug into the eggs and bacon he’d prepared. You offered him a perfectly buttered toast slice and he took it, nodding his head as he bit into the crisp corner.

“So Bug,” he spoke up between bites of eggs, chewing and swallowing thoughtfully, “about this...Candy.”

You swallowed the hot coffee in your mouth and clasped your hands together, suddenly remembering how asleep he had been when you had hit it off with Candy, his practice girl.

He listened to your explanation. Your theory that the stakes were simply too high with Mia and he needed someone to talk to that was a bit more of a relaxed task for him. You called it easy mode so he might get the game reference. He ate and listened to you talk and occasionally his eyebrows would lift or screw together with whatever sorts of thoughts he was thinking inside his head. You could tell by his body language that he didn't exactly want to start something with Candy and you had to emphasize that it was really just for practice, talking to her. It was to help build his confidence.

“She’s already in, Peanut. She thinks you’re super cool, she thinks you’re rich and thinks you have a very good job and plus, you make lots of money and she seems super into that.”

He was not speaking yet, despite how much you had talked and you were beginning to get worried that he didn’t see the benefit of practicing his conversation skills a little bit.

“It’s not even real, Baek, you just have to make some things up with her. Just to get over that anxiety about talking to women. Just until you are more comfortable.”

When he finally did speak, it was as you feared.

“It just feels kinda gross, Bug. She’s a real person too, even if she is obviously a gold digger. It just seems wrong. I’ve been...thinking lately. What if this is...wrong of us?”

“What if I just have to tough it out with Mia and get the fuck over it and just,” he thrust his hands forward over the food on the table for emphasis, “just — blehhhh — talk, just fucking talk to her.”

You lifted a fork with eggs toward your lips but your stomach protested. You suddenly didn't want any more food. The coffee you were drinking had suddenly gone too cold for your liking and you pushed the plate and mug away from you with your fingertips.

You were bothered.

Why did he choose right now to suddenly grow a conscience about this? Did he forget that Mia was chatting with both of you and not just him?

“I...I just — I want to try with Mia. I know I can get over it and talk to her. And I don't want to talk to Candy. The person Candy thinks I am, well...that’s just false. I can’t be the person she’s expecting me to be.”

He had obviously read through the entire conversation with Candy last night and found the tales you told simply too stretched out for him to try and live up to.

“But that’s what people do when they start dating. They stretch the truth, make themselves sound just a little bit better, make themselves taller, or make themselves look richer. They all do this.” You simply could not understand why he didn’t get this. Why he didn’t just play by the rules that everyone followed to get through the door so he could stand a chance here.

“Well I don't. I don't want someone to fall for a fake version of me. I want someone to like me now. This me. Byun Baekhyun. The Peanut with anxiety who lives with Bug who almost killed him over a cheese stick, but who makes really great toast.”

He was smiling now, joking about the funny memories. You pulled your lips into a forced smile and lifted the coffee for another drink so you didn't have to smile any more.

He was watching your face. You were sure he sensed it. Something had bothered you to the point of giving up on your breakfast and every pass your eyes made over his face led to the same thing. He was watching you.

“Why are you upset?”

You shook your head lightly. Willing the obvious signs to leave your face. You didn't even know why. You didn't have a name for this. So you just shrugged in response to him.

“Because I don't want to practice on Candy? Did you actually like her for me?”

You really made your best attempt. You inhaled deep and closed your eyes and you shook your head.

Candy did not matter and you knew it. There was something ugly inside of you maybe. Something that did not want Baekhyun to get along with perfect Mia. Something that was fighting against the idea of him being happy and healthy and free of this unhealthy attachment you had to him. Free and happy away from you.

“Then why?”

Enough. You were being unfair to him. You had promised him that you would help him. You had gotten him this far and you’d be the worst kind of asshole if you didn't see him through to the end; if you didn't follow through with your promise to find him someone who would love him like he deserved to be loved, exactly as he was now. The amazingly wonderful Byun Baekhyun.

“It’s nothing like that,” you smiled softly. It felt like a sad smile, but at least it was genuine. “I just worry when you get so anxious. You know you fell right asleep last night. As soon as I came in, you passed right out.”

Your words skillfully slipped out of your lips and you successfully changed the subject. You felt like a coward, but you simply did not have words for what was happening to you.

“I didn’t...say anything did I? Before I fell asleep?”

This question was quiet. His fingertips grazed over his lips as he asked it, nearly muffling the words he shyly asked you at the breakfast table, the morning after.

You are so fucking beautiful.

You lifted your coffee cup to drink the tepid liquid inside and dropped your eyes from his shaking ones. The answer to his question sat on the back of your tongue even after you swallowed away the liquid.

You swallowed again and it refused to budge and yet you sat in silence, unable to utter a single word in reply to his quiet question.

Your silence went on for too long and he looked up into your face. An instant smile lifted at the corner of your lips and you forced it up into your eyes.

“You just slept, Peanut. We—” you had to exhale the breath that you had been holding for too long in your lungs, “we just slept.”

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

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horriblehs · 3 years

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Remus and baby Maeve Hc’s (young!Remus Lupin x pregnant! reader)

WARNINGS: Fluff, this is prolly long, mentions of pregnancy’s and complications, angst.

FINDING OUT YOUR PREGNANT

At first you freakout, its the end of your 6th year at Hogwarts you just turned 16 and you're carrying the love of your life’s baby, how do you tell him?

Well you went to Lily and Marlene and both of them wanted to hex Remus to Monday, but they saw how distressed you are, you didn't know how to react, you didn't know how he would react either.

so you kept it from him

And then after a day you couldn't avoid him anymore. So you asked him to meet you in the room of requirement, it was set up as usual, a replica of the Gryffindor common room but more homey and with a bed.

And you told him and he froze.

“we’ll do this together” he said as you started to cry.

MONTHS LEADING UP TO BIRTH

It was stressful for the both of you, judging eyes from professors and sniviless, who wouldn't stop bothering you about Remus and how he's a werewolf. Of course you already knew about his furry problem and you didn't mind. So when Snape said something about giving birth to his demon spawn, you punched him in the face. You weren't going to let him insult your baby and neither were James and Sirius who watched the whole thing unravel. They were both proud of you but they will still hex him.

So the first time you went to an appointment with Remus they told the gender and you both heard the heartbeat. Remus cried tears of joy hearing his baby girls heart beat for the first time.

The more you started to show the more you wore Remus’ sweaters. and the more remus used your tits as pillows.

The first time you felt the baby kicked, you panicked, it was like a slight flutter and it made you feel weird. So you called Remus

“Remus I-I think the babies kicking”

And then all the boys rushed over to you, taking turns feeling.

You and Remus were early to transfiguration, only a few students were there and Mcgnagall greeted you like normal, ask how you three were doing and all that jazz. Then, you started feeling a dull ache in your back, which was normal so you discarded it, And then it was in your abdomen. Class had just started so Remus already pulled out everything the two of you need. Another dull ache in your abdomen, you tried not to make any noises and just write down what McGonagall is teaching. Then it got worse and worse, Remus and Sirius were the first to see your discomfort.

“You alright love?” Sirius asked.

“My abdomen is killing me” you whisper.

“Black, L/N, I expect you to pay attention in my class”

“Sorry Professor Mcgnagall” You both said in unison and got back to work.

The pain got worse and you couldn't keep your discomfort quiet, as you winced.

then your water broke. and everyone heard it and slowly turned their heads to you.

“Professer, I-I think my water just broke”

“Are you sure” Remus and McGonagall say at the same time.

“Well I didn't just piss on the floor” you hiss in pain.

BIRTH

you gave birth in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

The baby wasn't supposed to be here for another year.

You threatened to neuter your lover twice and cussed out everyone.

a lot of “YOU SUCK” “IM NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN” “FUCK ALL OF YOU”

And a lot of screaming.

You almost broke Remus’ hand

After about 10 hours in labour your beautiful baby girl Maeve was born.

Maeve Ayla Lupin. 1/19/78.

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

You both take shifts.You get her one night and he gets her the other night.

All of your dorm mates got used to not sleeping, and so did you.

James’ parents bought you guys a small fridge for the milk to go in, so you decided to transfigure another one and put it in Remus’ room and put one in yours.

“Y/N, Maeve just barfed milk on my back” Sirius whined.

“That means she likes you” James said.

“You barfing on uncle Padfoot’s back little wolf?” Remus grinned

Anyways everyone got used to having a non existent sleep schedule.

And you guys took Maeve to your classes in a stroller of course.

She looks so much like Remus, She has his eyes, his facial structure, but she has your hair and impatience.

“Stop being fussy little one” you say as you rock her to sleep, your enchanted quill writing down everything your astrology professor is saying. There are classes that Maeve doesn't go to, she instead goes with James to his class, sometimes even Sirius’ classes. She doesn't go to potions with you, or Divination.

Maeve is a total daddy’s girl, she loves her dad a lot especially when he sings and plays peek- a boo with her.

TODLER MAEVE

Its been about almost three years since Maeve was born and you and Remus live mostly a domestic life.

as in running after Maeve because she decided to just not wear a diaper today.

“Maeve, baby I need you to stop running so I can slide your pants on” You pant

“No” She giggles.

No has been her word for a long time. It all started when Sirius said it repeatedly and then she said it repeatedly.

The boys cuss like sailors so they had to learn not to around Maeve.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

“Hi princess, I see we are going with no pants today”

“Yes” She says as she grabs his face.

“Your cousin Harry is coming over Mae so I need you to let mommy put pants on you please” He said.

“Okay” Maeve says.

After that Lily, James, and Sirius came over.

“UNCLE PADFOOT” Maeve runs up to him.

“How’s my favorite niece doing?” He asks as he picks her up.

“Im good” Maeve says as she plays with his hair.

“Look its uncle James and the baby” she points.

Then she greets both of them and stares at the baby for a while.

“Shhh he’s sleeping” She would tell everyone.

you would all eat dinner and laugh and then say your goodbyes, like always.

Then you would put Maeve to sleep, with the same song

“isn’t she lovely, isn't she wonderful” you sing as you stroke her hair.

“Night night mommy” she yawns

“Night baby sweet dreams” you kiss her forehead and close her bedroom door.

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myrulia · 3 years

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Michikatsu x Human!Reader

MODERN AU

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: [Y/N], who is a regular at the corner coffee shop, is simply working until a certain someone asks to sit at the same table, not knowing their relationship would grow from there.

Arriving at the same corner coffee shot, at the same exact time that specific day every week, you only had to take one glance to notice how busy the place had became. Pushing open the glass door that had an "Open!" sign, you enter the crowded space and immediately trudge your way to the back of the semi-long line.

You hadn't remembered the last time your favorite work spot was so crowded, usually it had a few students from the nearby college you attend, maybe some elders enjoying their time in the peaceful place, but now there's more people than what you're used to.

Time seemed to flow effortlessly because now you were standing in the front of the line, facing the counter and speaking with the same vibrant barista that greeted you with a radiant smile. `` The usual I presume, right [Y/N]? ``

You let out a small chuckle at how your order was being memorized by the baristas who you have become close with during the time you've gone to the same coffee shop daily. Pulling out your wallet you hand over your credit card to the pink haired girl. `` As always, Mitsuri. ``

`` The usual for [Y/N], Obanai! `` she yelled to her boyfriend who also works behind the counter with her. You had to admit they were a rather adorable couple that seemed to be complete opposites, but seemed to work so well together. Before walking away you flashed the braided pink haired girl a small smile, going over to the last vacant table in the entire coffee shop. Sitting down, you place the bag slung on your shoulders down onto the wooden-paneled flooring and pulled out your laptop and bluetooth mouse.

Quickly putting in your password and restoring all of your work-related tabs, you completely block out your surroundings to finally work on some assignments given by your professors who, for once, cut you some slack. The week has been particularly busy since spring break was just around the corner, so the work load was taking a toll on you significantly. Luckily, you didn't have much to do so it shouldn't take too long. Right?

`` Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? ``

Great, a distraction, you thought to yourself before glancing up from your screen, only to see a rather tall, easily over 6 feet, man looking down at your sitting form. Furrowing your eyebrows, you scan the room for any extra seats but quickly realize that it is rather a crowded day, so nodding your head, you flash a small smile again before redirecting your attention to your screen again.

`` That's fine with me, make yourself comfortable, `` was all you said while trying to get your work done and ignoring the rather attractive male sitting in front of you who seemed to pull out his own work supplies. You've seen him around a few times, actually - the same man who's sitting in front of you would usually be sitting somewhere not to far from you. `` Thank you. ``

You could tell he wanted to say more, so looking up from your screen once more, your gazes had met on each other unexpectedly. A small, barely noticeable blush formed at the tips of his ears before he spoke again. `` We've seen each other a lot yet never got to speak, so what's your name? ``

`` [Y/N], `` you replied and immediately after, a waiter came and served you your order. You simply ordered [F/D] and a small pastry to go along with it. It wasn't much, but it always uplifted your spirits and motivated you to finish your academics with high scores. `` That's a pretty name for someone beautiful like you, `` the man before you said with a smile.

It took every fibre of your body not to spit out your drink is surprise, so you swallowed quickly and averted your gaze from the raven haired male, rolling your eyes at his flirtatious comment in order to regain your posture and original demeanor. `` I am Michikatsu. ``

Finally knowing his name, you responded, averting your gaze back to his dark purple eyes. `` Well thank you, Michikatsu, `` you replied to both his compliment, yet this time answering with his name. It seemed to roll off your touch so easily. "Michikatsu huh," you thought you yourself again.

Taking a bite of the pastry, you wrote down a few notes to keep to yourself about the subject you were studying for the semester. You only wrote quick things you actually needed so it was rather easy for yourself, but the small distraction of someone actually sitting in front of you and doing their own work was filling your mind.

Before you knew it the waiter had arrived again, only to serve Michikatsu and walk away quickly after that since the coffee shop still had others that needed to be served. You hadn't even realized when the handsome man in front of you began watching you absent mindedly take notes, he himself wasn't aware of his staring until you caught him and spoke up. `` If you're so interested in what I'm doing then why don't you just ask? I'm fine with a conversation Michikatsu. ``

Michikatsu ended up letting out a deep chuckle, one that caught you completely off guard at the amount of testosterone in a laugh alone. `` Ah well, if you don't mind me asking, what are you studying? ``

At that point you were pretty much finishing up whatever assignments you had left - which wasn't much so you closed your laptop along with your notebook, placing the items back into your bag. Once done you redirected your attention to Michikatsu again, taking a bite of your pastry that you were almost done with. `` A marine biologist. Oceanic studies to summarize. ``

You shrugged your shoulders, believing it wasn't really that impressive, but by looking at the handsome male in front of you, his eyes told a different story. He looked generally interested in whatever you were saying. `` The ocean huh? That is quite the profession, especially since there is so much to learn about. ``

He had replied in such a gentle manner, sipping his drink that was the same you ordered, all the while you continued to speak with him. `` Yeah there's a shit ton to learn which is why I'm here. What are you studying then? ``

Michikatsu placed his drink down, glancing at his notebook before back at you with a small, proud smile. `` I'm studying astrology, preferably the moon and why such cycles exist like a cresent moon, full moon, and anything else related to it. ``

`` Oh so pretty boy is smart, `` you teased while playing with the end of your straw, crossing your legs underneath the table and remaining eye contact. The words that seemed to leave your lips easily caused the male to go silent and the ends of his ears turn red as well. The action made you giggle in between sips until your drink was finally finished. Michikatsu on the other hand took a quick second to regain himself, for he did not expect such boldness from you so quickly, but it did boost his confidence - just a bit.

`` I could say the same about you pretty girl, `` he teased back in a much more sultry tone that caught you off guard once more. In order to hide your slightly noticeable reddened face you took a final, rather large, bite of your pastry. Balling up the napkin you stuffed it inside the empty plastic cup and rolling your eyes once more. `` You really are something. ``

`` Guilty as charged, `` Michikatsu taunted in that same damn voice. He watched as you pulled out a neon colored sticky note and pen, continuing to eye the pens swift movements on the paper before you finally finished and dropped the pen into your bag. You got up unannounced, and with an obvious smirk on your first, you walked past him with your bag slung over your shoulders, your sticky note being in one hand and your empty cup in the other.

Quickly, you placed the note onto the table, just inches away from his hand before throwing your trash away and walking out, yet before you fully exited, you turned towards the dark purple eyed man and flashed him a grin before exiting entirely. The whole ordeal left Michikatsu both flustered and confused, one because of the way your hips naturally swayed as you walked away, and how your outfit hugged your body since he could get a better view of how you truly looked.

He had to admit, you were definitely beautiful, and your confidence added to your attraction even more. Picking up the sticky note, he reads your number written along with a small "~[Y/N]" at the bottom written in beautiful cursive. Quickly the male pulls out his phone and puts in your number, texting you immediately after due to his excitement getting the best of him.

Yet, before he could press the send button, you already texted him first, your text taking him off guard - but a small smile found its way onto his face.

`` ~ See you around pretty boy. ``

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ethereal-jule · 3 years

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The Basics ––– –

Name: Julian ‘Jules’ Salvez

Age: 28

Birthday: 29th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Race: Veena Viera

Gender: Male (He/They)

Sexuality: Demiromantic Gay

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: White, ever so slightly pink on the tips

Eyes: ice blue

Height: 6′1

Build: Lithe

Distinguishing Marks: beauty mark on left cheek, x shaped scar across throat

Common Accessories: several rings he’s had for years, always worn together.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Healer, Sell sword

Hobbies: Reading and writing, alchemy, exploring, jewelry crafting, astrology, playing music

Languages: Eorzean common,

Residence: Ishgard, though travels enough that it hardly matters

Birthplace: Skatay Range

Religion: The Twelve

Patron Deity: Halone, the Fury

Fears: loss of free will, blindness, not being good enough

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Menra Salvez (step-mother) Eris Salvez (mother) Unknown (father)

Siblings: Linna Salvez (twin sister) Frel Salvez (half-brother) Elaine Salvez (half-sister)

Other Relatives: Carla Salvez (Aunt)

Pets: None

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: No, thinks its gross Drugs: hard pass. Alcohol: a little socially, a lot when depressed, no any other time.

RP Hooks ––– –

Astrologian: Have ties in Ishgard or to the Astrologian guild? you might have seen him around a couple times- alternatively, if you need a healer or a traveling companion-! uh, well, he might be hard to recruit- but i’m sure its worth it?

Quite the critic: Jules takes his hobbies and professions quite seriously, and is not shy about acting aggressively towards anyone who shares them and takes them in a ‘less serious’ manner. however if you ARE better then him, he’ll take it as a challenge- so theres really not a lot of winning with this guy initially.

Not totally heartless: Despite his prickly and cold nature, he’s not one to just stand by and watch someone die. are you a little reckless? maybe get in over your head, or lost out in a storm? if he’s around, odds are he’ll feel compelled to assist.

4: Avid reader: Being a collector of books, Jules spends a lot of time in libraries or bookstores in places around his travels- its quite possible to run into him there.

5: Bard at heart: Before moving to ishgard, Jules’ was a bard- he still loves playing music, and is well versed in things such as archery as a result. though he focuses more on healing then combat himself now, he’s still quite capable. He has a few acquaintances in the archers guild for such reasons.

6: Can’t resist a pretty face: While not much of a flirt, he often finds himself rather disgruntled and thrown off by pretty men. Wanna see a socially awkward asshole puff himself up like a frustrated bird in front of your flirty male muse? hmu lmao

Contact Information ––– –

hey hey, i’m cobalt! this is my second RP blog for FFXIV, and im mainly looking for interactions here on tumblr or on discord <3 This blog is still being set up for the time being~

Tumblr: you are here. follows from @azure-seadragon!~ Steam: The_Vampires_Wife Discord: given on request!!!

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suniastrology · 3 years

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MARS IN HOUSES/signs… Which area in your life you are the most active and where you want to win the ‘game’? Mars in astrology is associated with our physical energy, our ability to take action and to assert our power. It gives us courage, strength and ambition and is in charge of our sex drive. It is the fourth planet from the Sun and it takes 687 days to complete its cycle around the Sun. It rules the signs of Aries and Scorpio in the zodiac. Mars is known as the god of war. It is a hot planet. It represents The Aggression Principle of Life. It is a masculine planet which is closely linked to professions such as army, police, fire fighter, athlete, etc… every type of job where physical work, force and discipline is required. Mars also is associated with sharp objects, weapons, tools, fire, heat, etc. The placement of Mars in our chart shows where we tend to be braver and fearless, an action taker, a fighter and ambitious; where we are the most assertive and competitive, and want to lead the game; where we put our ideas in action and where we may be aggressive, quarrelsome even violent and disruptive with its lowest manifestation. The tendencies for accidents, incidents and physical injuries could also be seen from Mars placement in the Chart. The house and the sign placement of Mars in our horoscope/Birth Chart indicates where and how we are associated with Mars qualities in our lives. Here are the general tendencies of Mars in each Houses/ zodiac signs…. MARS in I HOUSE/ (Comparable with Mars in Aries) /: You are independent, ambitious and a natural leader. You enjoy a physical strength and the ability to take action with confidence. You are brave and courageous and determine to achieve your goals. You are a passionate love maker who has strong sex drive. However, you tend to be aggressive, domineering and conflicting personality, and finding difficulties to take advice from others. This placement gives tendencies for accident, incidents and injuries. MARS in II HOUSE/ (Comparable with Mars in Taurus): The placement indicates that energy is put towards obtaining material possessions and money. You have great entrepreneurial abilities and you are able to take financial risks when necessary. You fighting spirit, competitiveness and innovative character gives you a talent to make money and to be your own boss. However, you may have tendencies to spend money irrationally which could be a cause for frequent financial loses and crises. MARS in III HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Gemini): You are person who speaks your mind and like to impose an opinion in an assertive manner. You like to lead the conversation and to win the debate. You have a sharp mind (and tongue), and you could be very persuasive with your speaking, writing and the communication in general, However, you tend to be aggressive, argumentative, mean and easily to enter into verbal fights. You also tend to like high speeds when traveling which could make you prone for accidents. MARS in IV HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Cancer): You fighting spirit goes towards defending and protecting your family and home. You are very active within your family environment for various reasons. You may have a strong desire to have your own home and not to be dependent to others when it comes to place of living. However, home could be a place for arguments and conflicts, especially in your childhood. You also may experience problems with parents, mainly with your father. MARS in V HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Leo): You are a person who is very passionate when it come to love and romance. You may be rush and impatient in this regard and to experience problems in your love life. You also may be very protective towards your children. Mars in V House indicated a competitive nature when it comes to sport and any type of games where you always want to be the winner. Hobbies and interest may very much connect to extreme/heavy sport, body building or physical activities where tools/sharp objects, etc are involved. MARS in VI HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Virgo): You tend to be very energetic when it comes to your work and daily tasks. You have a strong desire to dominate and to be a leader at your work place. Your energy and will power make you capable to accomplish a lot in this area of your life. You also are expecting people around you to perform at your level and you could become intolerant and argumentative with your co-workers when it is not the case. Mars in VI house placement may motivate a career in surgery and military. MARS in VII HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Libra): You are a highly independent person and commitment to marriage or partnership isn’t an easy task for you with this placement. You are implosive, domineering and controlling in your relationships, therefore problems and conflicts in this area of life are very possible. You also could become aggressive (in extreme case scenario even violent) and breakups are highly possible. This placement also indicates that you may marry more than once. MARS in VIII HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Scorpio): This placement signifies a great passion about life and increased sexual drive. You may be very jealous and possessive in your relationships. Your energy may also go towards exploring occult knowledge, healing art, especially related to psychotherapy, psychology even medicine. There are some possible conflicts related to inheritances or problems with taxes, loans, investments, mutual resources with a marriage partner or other people’s money. MARS in IX HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Sagittarius): A person with such a placement has a strong desire to defend moral principles and to fight for justice, in an aggressive way sometimes. You put your energy in exploring matters related to philosophy, religion, spirituality or a higher knowledge. You may be very spontaneous and adventurous when it comes to traveling, and you really want to live the life at its fullest. However, you may find difficulties to accept others point of view and you may become fanatical about ideas and believes. MARS in X HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Capricorn): You are very driven and competitive when it comes to career matters and worldly success in life. You want to be the first, the leader, an authority and to achieve public recognition and high social status. You always try for independence and like to dominate other people. Your executive abilities and action taking are great especially, when dealing with practical problems. Father or father figure may have a strong influence on your career choice. However, this placement of Mars could bring anger or frustrations due to unrealised goals. MARS in XI HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Aquarius): You tend to put your energy within your friendship circle or for important, to you, social/humanitarian causes. You have the natural abilities to lead large group of people, institutions, big communities/networks etc, because you are very persuasive, able to assert your opinion and to put ideas into actions. Your associations with others may be based on mutual support or favour. However, you also could be easily involved in arguments and conflicts within your friendship environment and unpleasant consequences in this regard could be experienced. MARS in XII HOUSE / (Comparable with Mars in Pisces): You are a person who likes to be active behind the scene. You keep your secrets far from the world. Your energy may go toward spiritualism, charity activities or in helping disadvantage/underprivileged people in the society. Your imagination and intuition are in its highest and your actions are likely to be on such basis. Your sexual nature may be intense but repressed and you tend to be involved in secretive love affairs. You are prone to turn your anger toward yourself and to experience self-sabotaging behaviour. Secret enemies are also possible with this placement of Mars. Which House or zodiac sign your Mars is placed in? How do you feel the Mars energy in your life? I will be happy to hear from your… Keep in mind that these are GENERAL ASTROLOGICAL TENDENCIES of Mars in House/signs but its precise influence is depending on all the astrological aspects to Mars in your Birth Chart.

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 3 years

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I Hate To See Your Heartbreak

Summary: The guy you were dating broke your heart, your best friend came to your rescue

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Prompt: Square — Heartbreak for @spnvillainsbingo // Square — Crowley for Tell Me A Story Bingo for @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: Rated PG — Loneliness, sadness, heartbreak, torture (mention)

Word Count: 1932

A/N: I mean no disrespect or offense to any religion nor people who profess religion. This was based purely on my life experience.

When you started this new job you promised yourself that you didn’t want to find love, you just wanted to find good friends among coworkers. It wasn’t in your plans to know someone at “love level”.

In the beginning, you weren’t ready to “open up” with anyone, the only one who knew you, was your coworker Romi because she was the one who helped you get the job position. But after some time, you started to be comfortable around everyone. The team members for the project you were working on were the closest.

One day, when your coworker Tom arrived and came to greet you, you felt something that never felt before around him. It was difficult to explain but it was like a connection. You were confused, what exactly was that? you thought. You opened your last conversation with Crowley, your best friend, and you mentioned it. “Don’t get your hopes too high, love” Crowley texted you knowing you were already picturing a long-time relationship. He knew you too well, and you loved him for that.

Crowley and you met under weird circumstances. You were in college about to take a test and you were 100% sure you were going to fail it because you didn’t have the time to study everything. You started to panic about it when the power went off in the entire building. You thanked the one who listened to your prayers but the power came back after a second and your panic state got worse, you needed to leave the room.

-That’s it — you said to your Romi

-What? — she said — are you leaving?

-No, I’m selling my soul for not failing this. It’s the only way — you admitted

-Don’t overreact! You’ll be fine

The power went off and on again and there was a little note in front of you “We’ll talk about that offer later. Good luck with your exam. The King Of Hell” You didn’t understand what was going on. A minute later, your professor entered the room and told everyone that the exam was still happening. You sat for that exam knowing you’ve failed it before even starting it. That same night, you met Crowley personally, he was quite a character you found yourself attracted to him. After that, you became really good friends. He was such a gentleman for being a demon. He never mistreated you, he was always checking on you, taking care of you, so when you told him about this man you met he went on protective mode.

When you got back home after your little encounter with Tom, you found Crowley in your kitchen cooking for you.

-Hello darling — Crowley greeted you

-If I knew you were going to come, I would've cleaned up the mess— you said leaving your things

-Don't worry about it, you are too busy — he said and you kissed him on the cheek

You went to shower, you changed into more comfy clothes, and cleaned up your mess a little while Crowley was in the kitchen.

-You are too sweet with me, you know? — you said when he gave you your dinner

You knew why he was doing all of this and you didn't blame him. He did it because he was worried about you, he wanted to protect you. He knew you were going to end up hurt and he wanted to prevent it.

-This is delicious — you mumbled with your mouth full avoiding the topic he wanted to know

-So, who is this guy you're head over heels for?

-First, I’m not head over heels for him, and second, his name is Tom

-Tell me about him — he encouraged you

-What do you want to know? I don’t know much about him, I haven’t talked much with him yet

-Do you feel attracted by him? — he questioned

-I don’t know. Everything is weird — you sounded frustrated

-Weird how?

-I don’t know how to picture it. It’s like, we like each other but we are afraid to face it — you tried to explain and Crowley nodded

-My advice for you is to let time do its work. Don’t rush anything, okay? — you nodded

-I understand your worry, but I’m not planning on getting married to him. But what happened was weird, just that. I’ve never felt that with anyone — you admitted.

The rest of the night went well, having a nice conversation with Crowley. You really missed having those quiet nights with him.

As the days went by, your relationship with Tom grew a lot and you became closer, almost to the point of dating. Crowley disapproved of your relationship with Tom, he was always saying that he didn’t deserve you. For a moment you thought he was doing it because he was interested in you, that he was jealous, but you could’ve been mistaken.

Your relationship with Tom progressed and you started to get confused with your feelings. It was the first time you were getting “serious” with someone, yes you’ve dated guys before but no one was like him, caring, supportive, understanding, and such a sweetheart. You were falling for him and it scared the hell out of you.

Crowley kept giving you pieces of advice regarding what was best to do and not to do, he recommended places to go on dates, but there was one problem. You didn’t have conversational topics to talk about. You were seeing the man Mondays through Fridays and when you were on dates over the weekend, there was no topic to talk about. So, here you were getting confused with your feelings with someone whose relationship was getting cold because there was almost no conversation between each other.

One day you got home from work wasted and stressed out.

-Crowley, I need… — you weren’t able to finish the sentence that Crowley was already there

-What’s the matter darling? Why are you wasted? You did not have fun with your colleagues?

-No, it’s not that. I had fun, hence me being wasted. The problem is Tom

-What do..?

-That’s the problem — You interrupted him and he looked at you confused — He doesn’t do anything

-What do you mean? — He asked you handing you some water

-He says he likes me, that he wants to be with me, that he enjoys spending time with me, but he doesn’t want to have a relationship, and I don’t know how to feel — you said on the verge of tears

-Oh darling — Crowley said and hugged you — It’s okay. Don’t worry, give it some time, this is too recent to see if you’re ready to be together or not — you sighed and laid on his lap falling asleep instantly

You knew that Crowley was right, but still, it hurt you knowing that he wasn’t interested in you. Because it was that, you weren’t that interesting to be someone’s girlfriend.

The following days, you tried to avoid Tom and kept your distance from him, you were hurt. Crowley noticed your behavior so he moved in with you, to make sure weren’t neglecting yourself. He knew you weren’t going to tell him how you felt so he needed to see it. You tried to be strong when he was around you, only crying in the shower, writing your feelings, keeping yourself distracted, but he was Crowley, the King of Hell, he was able to know how you were feeling even if you weren’t in the same room.

-What is it? — He asked you?

-Nothing — you said sitting on the couch

-What’s getting you so frustrated?

-I don’t want to talk about it

-Is it Tom, right? — you huffed

Crowley sat next to you and pulled an arm around your shoulders

-Did he do something? Did he say something?

You remained silent

-Tell me, darling, I can’t see you like this

You look at Crowley with teary eyes. You’re about to talk but a sob scapes

-Oh honey — he said hugging you tightly

Once you were more calmed, you changed your position and looked at Crowley in the eyes

-He said that he wasn’t ready to start a relationship, that he felt that I was falling hard for him too fast and that he needed to get back to his religion because he needed to “change”

Crowley looked at you thinking what he should say to not make you feel worse

-Do you think he is right? — you looked at him surprised and ready to shout at him — That this was going too fast? — you laid back on the couch thinking

-Maybe, I don’t know, I’m not sure — you explained — The thing is that when I asked him about it, he didn’t say anything, he told me he was ok with this.

-He is religious?

-Yes, I don’t know which religion he professes, but yeah, he believes in God

-And he knows you are not into religion?

-Yes, I even told him why

-And he still wanted to be with you? — you nodded

-He explained to me that he was very religious when he was younger and then he decided to stop practicing because he wanted to “experience” life, but now he feels the need to come back

-And how do you feel about it?

-I mean, is his decision, and I’m not going to become a part of his religion to be with him. Besides, he said that I was a witch for believing in astrology and all that stuff

-I see. Why the tears then? — Crowley asked you

-Because I ca…

-He called you a witch? That’s it, I’m going to send one of my people to get him

-No love, please. Why the bother? It’s okay, I’m not going to text him anymore, I’m just going to say hi and goodbye when I’m at the office. I promise

A few weeks later, you received a text message from Tom asking you to meet him after work because he needed to talk to you.

After work, you met him in the little park that was near the office. He seemed to be scared, almost paranoid like if someone was spying on him. He explained to you he was sorry for the way the things between you two ended and that he shouldn’t have judged you because you didn’t say anything when he told you he was religious. He gave you one last kiss and left almost running, he seemed to be in a hurry. You were very confused, he never behaved in that way with you, like being scared to get caught, stuttering the words, afraid of saying the wrong thing. He looked like he was scared of you. That’s when it hit you, Crowley did something to him, and by the way he was looking behind his back, you knew there were some of his demons around. You left the park and went back home with Crowley, he ended up moving with you permanently.

When you arrived home, Crowley had the bath ready for you, dinner already cooking and a chocolate cake ready for when you finished your bath.

-I know what you did, love. I really appreciate it, but it wasn’t necessary the torture — you said hugging him

-I didn’t torture him, I just scare him a little

-A little? — you giggled — he looked like paranoid

-Well, that’s what he gets for hurting my girl — he kissed your forehead

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