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soldier-poet-king · 1 year

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Actually. All this is truly just the straw and the camel's back. I ALREADY had an argument with my bootlicker father this morning about the unethical accumulation of wealth and how he fawns over all these rich donors he meets at his work and how they're "so nice/humble/generous" and like??? Ok sir. OKAY. If they WERE really that, there's no way they'd have as much money as they do + own as much property and STUFF as they do, they'd either not accumulate it in the first place via shady business practices + inheritances of unethical generational wealth OR they'd get rid of it asap. Just because they give away 1% of their wealth, which is more then most will ever have, doesn't mean it's generous. Widow's might etc etc etc

#I AM LITERALLY. KILL ON SIGHT TODAY #oh my god rich ppl #even upper middle class. ur on thin fuckin ice #and my FATHER the FRENCH CANADIAN HICK is kissing ass #SIR WHY. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE THAT #like i understand money was perhaps the no 1 thing that ruined ur marriage #trust me it was the main source of my childhood trauma and stress #and i understand wanting stability #BUT THAT AMOUNT OF WEALTH??? HOW DO U LIVE WITH URSELF #when you have ALL THESE EXTRA THINGS AND LUXURIES and the world is SUFFERING #theres a difference btwn small joya and THAT amount of waste #and also just. the corruption and nepotism and the EVERYTHING of it all #LITERALLY I GET SO MAD IM GONNA SCREAM

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doobea · 4 months

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YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MISTER GOJO ─ SATORU G.

synopsis: satoru gojo is spoiled and arrogant. he's also the next in line to inherit his family's fortune. his father sends him far away in a small town for a week in hopes that he'll 'change' for the better. instead of the usual five-starred hilton hotels, he stays at a local inn and starts to befriend the owner's daughter.

tropes: small town romance, christmas au, golden retriever x black cat

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contents: fem!reader, spoiled rich boy!gojo, acts like an ass to everyone but hopelessly falls in love with you at first sight, feels like a really bad hallmark movie, mentions of wealth class differences, reader isn't a tsundere - she's just indifferent for the most part and introverted word count: 7.5K (idk i will uh make the fics shorter in the future) a/n: thank you anon for requesting this!! idk if this is what you wanted but hopefully you like it!! :3 everyone also give a round of applause to @popponn for beta reading this big mess LMAO

Satoru Gojo has a lot of expectations, but this certainly isn’t one of them.

He isn’t particularly excited about spending a week away from his big city penthouse to be rotting in a small town motel in the middle of nowhere but, his father, CEO of Gojo Corporations, heavily insisted that he ‘needs this’ and that ‘it’ll be good for the company’ — whatever that means. Satoru is confident that his father thinks he’s incapable of running the family business after last month’s run with the paparazzi and his third fling of the month. It wasn’t his fault that they got caught doing drugs at one of Zenin's parties, everyone else was doing the same thing, it just so happened that the cameras were only focusing on him.

Well, that’s what he gets for signing up to be the son of one of the richest men on Earth.

“You need to start taking this seriously,” he recalls his father slamming his fist down at the desk before throwing a bottle of Henessy at the wall. “I don’t want this company to go bankrupt just because I have a son who only thinks with his dick.”

Ouch… but he’s not wrong about that.

So now Satoru finds himself driving up a winding road somewhere very deep in the mountains. Exactly five hours away from the city. And, for the past three hours, all he’s been seeing are miles and miles of pine trees, sheets of snow, and — he had recently learned this from Suguru — sugar shacks. Apparently when you’re out over a hundred miles into wilderness territory these sap houses are littered everywhere. The fact that Satoru is beginning to count more shacks than designer cars on the road is really starting to get to him.

“This whole thing is so fucking stupid,” Satoru has also been talking to himself throughout the journey in order to not lose his mind. “He could’ve just sent me door to door caroling instead of whatever this is.” Satoru doesn’t know how to sing well, but he does know all the lyrics to ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ and that usually gets him all the tips. He wonders if he can manage to make a small side hustle when he starts wasting his week here.

He takes a sharp turn up around the hill before finally recognizing a big red sign with the name ‘Mistle Town’ as seen on the postcard his dad left him before leaving. It takes him another five minutes of driving through said small town, which is quite literally something out of one of those really bad holiday movies that his mom would force him to watch when he was little, before arriving at the inn. Upon arriving, Satoru is noticeably disappointed at the lack of valet assistance and, the size and design of the inn, is rather lackluster.

First, it just looks like a regular white farmhouse. Maybe having a max of ten rooms, none of them being penthouse sized, Satoru assumes. There are a couple of flowerbeds out front, all covered in a couple of inches of snow, and there’s subtle signs of holiday decor slowly bleeding its way outside. He sees someone dressed in an oversized puffer by the entrance, arms occupied with red tinsel and large white ornaments, and figures that the first nice thing he’ll do is to help out a random stranger — just to prove something to his dad.

Satoru parks his Rolls Royce in a spot furthest away from everyone else in the parking lot and sends a ‘im alive and well’ text to Suguru, because he’s very much so going to be in frequent contact with him for the remainder of the trip, before heading up.

“Need a hand?” He points out the obvious but still manages to throw a smile as if he’s already fixed the situation unfolding in front of him.

Satoru’s presence seems to pull you from your busy trance. You wiped your body around, nearly smacking the damn tinsel in his face, and made a small surprised noise.

“I’ve got it,” you muffle out and he looks entirely unconvinced but, whatever, he tried anyway.

Satoru gives you a few encouraging pats on the back before heading inside, failing to realize his strength and causing you to lose your balance, making a few ornaments tumble to the ground. Thank god they’re all plastic though.

He pretends to not hear you yelling after him as he enters the double doors, immediately greeted by the scent of roasted coffee beans and leather. It’s the precious hour in the morning where nobody comes by, right after the cleaning staff had just finished vacuuming, when he struts in. He immediately spots someone vaguely familiar by the front desk. Long black hair, a red poofy bow tie in the back, and a distinctive scar across her face. The woman isn’t working alone, a man with another facial marking is next to her, brewing two cups of coffee by the espresso machine.

Satoru looks at the woman again and outwardly smiles. “What are you doing here?”

“Ugh,” Utahime’s composure immediately falters at the sound of his voice, not that it’s a big shock. “Helping the family business, what else?” she throws back with a certain sharpness to her tone, and waves off the casual talk. “Have you even mentally prepared yourself for what you’re getting into?”

Satoru simply shrugs and saunters over to a nearby seat by the counter. “Nah, honestly just planning to fuck around till I get back.”

Utahime flushes a little, though it’s mainly from frustration. “Satoru Gojo, you really are—”

“Utahime,” the man next to her speaks, handing her a cup of coffee, and slides Satoru a freshly brewed one, too. “I can explain the details to him, if you would like?”

The older female rubs the bridge of her nose and exhales a long, overdue sigh. “Please do, Choso.”

“Yeah,” Satoru leans into the counter, lips pointed down at this new face. “Please, do tell.”

“You’re basically our little Santa helper.” A new voice rings out from behind him. It spooks Satoru from his seat and he whips his head around to be met with your narrow eyes.

“Huh?”

“Also think of this as an unpaid internship.” You start laughing when he gags on his own saliva at your statement. “Okay, you don’t have to be so dramatic about it.”

Satoru swallows. “U-Unpaid…?”

Now it’s Utahime’s turn to speak, she huffs and tosses a couple of stockings into his arms. “Your father sent us a lengthy email a few days prior regarding your bratty behavior. So, of course, we came prepared.”

“Prepared…?” He feels the fabric in his hands and whines at the grainy texture. This is so not 100% real wool.

If Satoru thought he had any chance of actually taking over his father’s company, because he knows the difference between supply and demand, he’s wrong.

Customer service is not his forte. He’s always thrown emails and sponsorship paperwork at his many assistants, and Satoru doesn’t even know his own email log-in password. So, when you walked up to him first thing the next morning with a brown apron, the inn’s logo large and embroidered in the center, telling him how to function all these coffee machines that he’s seen behind hundreds of counters, it invoked some fear into his already wrecked nerves. Plus, no one dared to warn him about the clientele during a holiday rush.

“I want a venti peppermint frappe with two pumps of chocolate, three pumps of hazelnut, replace it with almond milk, one shot of espresso, and top it off with a drizzle of caramel on top.”

He slumps against the counter. “You sure you want all of that?”

“Can I please get a half dozen sfogliatella and a cannoli?

He starts picking at his cuticles and sneers. “Sorry, I don’t speak Italian.”

“My change is supposed to be five dollars, you only gave me three back?”

Satoru groans. “You’re trying to scam me, aren’t you?”

By the end of his four hour shift, Satoru feels like he’s just done more charity work than he’s ever done in his life — actually, maybe this could also be comparable to the time where he did the ribbon cutting ceremony at Chanel; gotta support small businesses, right?

“Gojo.” You’re seated across from him behind the counter, arms crossed and pursed lips.

He barely spares you a glance as he idly plays whatever shitty mobile game that’s number one on the app store. “Mhm? What is it?” He clearly knows you’re upset, your voice practically screams ‘I will end you’ in the most monotonous way possible. But can you blame him? Of all places, Satoru does not want to spend his winter break here.

You jerk your head to the side, fingers rhythmically tapping away on the counter, clearly unimpressed. “It hasn’t even been a full day and you’ve managed to piss off every single customer.”

Satoru expression shifts, brow creasing, and sighs, grabbing a handful of mint chocolate from the freebie candy jar by the register. “Don’t be dramatic,” he rolls his eyes and shoves three pieces in his mouth before jabbing a finger at a young man. “I didn’t piss him off!”

You glower, cheeks slightly puffed out. “That’s Yuuji and he’s practically a family friend and Choso’s little brother, so he doesn’t count,” you explain before adding, “Plus, he’s literally nice to everyone. You’re not special.”

And for a second, Satoru considered arguing that fact. Having been born into wealth, granted whatever wish he wanted, his butlers and maids are always on speed dial, that’s the lifestyle he’s used to. Placed on this tiny rock called Earth just to take over it one day, is what his father used to always say to him. But how can he, Satoru Gojo, take over when he’s stuck working a minimum — scratch that, unpaid — wage job as punishment?

Instead of fighting, Satoru slumps against the counter and pouts, like a little kid who just got their toy taken away. You and your sister Utahime have a clear advantage over him, by somehow being close, yet distant, friends to his family. Maybe karma is real.

“I’m putting you on ski lessons later.”

Satoru’s ears perk at this. “Oh, so I get some employee benefits, right?”

You roll your eyes, digging deep in your pockets to pull out a sheet with his name next to a list of others. “Wrong. You’re in charge of teaching five year olds how to ski.”

“Huh?”

Somehow that sounds even worse than being a barista. Kinda.

By the end of his first day of unemployment, Satoru tries to convince himself that a full change of scenery is nice. Well, he has to convince himself, otherwise he’s stuck dreading each coming day for the rest of the week.

“Tired yet, Gojo?”

You flop down on a spare armchair in his room, squishing his Canada Goose jacket underneath. He’s too tired to yell at you to get off and tumbles onto his bed, feet dangling off the edge, letting out a loud groan when his face immediately makes contact with the rough wooly blanket. Surprisingly to him, everything just feels so comfortable that the quality of the products doesn’t even cross his mind.

Sure, the air in the room is a bit musty, and he can feel his cheeks flaring up from the sudden change in temperature and the dull aching nag in his legs from demonstrating ski tricks to toddlers, but there’s an odd sense of fulfillment swelling in his chest just about now. He almost suggests taking over Choso’s lesson but, according to the hotel pamphlet, there’s going to be an ice fishing tournament tomorrow and he kinda wants to check that out, too.

“Exhausted,” he mumbles into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut. Satoru wiggles his body around for a few moments before slipping out of his snow boots and stares out the window, noticing flickering green and purple lights in the night sky. “Woah, are those…?”

He hears you laugh beside him. “Yeah, northern lights. We see them all the time during the winter.”

“Only seen them bitches in ‘Polar Express’.” Satoru finds himself saying whatever’s on his mind right now, his brain too whipped out to control his mouth. “You guys are lucky to see this every night.”

“I know you’re all pooped out from today but,” he feels the mattress dip by the edge and your fingers poking at his thighs. “Did you wanna head up to the balcony and watch them for a bit?” you say this experimentally, waiting for his reaction.

Satoru might be a stranger to most natural phenomenons, having to zone out all the time whenever he did go on family vacations to a fancy national park when he was younger. Though, during the short time of spending his time here, it makes him think about packing up and leaving behind the fast paced city life for a bit of natural beauty and brightness.

“Carry me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re like a giant.”

He manages to gather some energy to sit up on his elbows. “You should at least have some form of hospitality to a family friend, you know?”

You eye him for a long moment, and then finally huff, breaking the contact to kick your feet into the festive carpeted floor. “Alright, just don’t lean your whole body weight on me.”

“Wouldn’t count on that.”

Both of you end up tumbling onto the balcony rails around one in the morning. As expected, Satoru couldn’t keep to his promise, throwing his ridiculously long arms around your shoulders, and whining the whole way up the stairs. It’s not his fault that the inn didn’t have an elevator installed. In all, it’s not a bad day — a bad night, even.

You straighten him against the railing before throwing a blanket over him. The fabric is thick and heavy, and Satoru forgets the ache in his limbs as he watches the way your eyes focus, eyebrows knitted, when you’re making sure he stays bundled up against the winter air. Once upon a time, Satoru never would’ve thought he would actually enjoy being in the company of someone who’s actively trying to teach him a lesson.

“Okay,” you say suddenly, almost like a reminder that you need to breathe, and pull away from him once he’s wrapped tightly like a swaddled baby.

You both sit in silence for a moment, and Satoru feels the urge to fill all that silence. He supposes maybe that’s why most people find him so annoying. He never really shuts up, always wants to add the last comment to everything. Though, with the help of Suguru by his side, it’s gotten slightly easier and bearable for others but, when his head is big and full of loud thoughts, it’s so hard trying to calm the buzzing noise in his head and —

“Gojo, look,” your pointer finger darts at the illuminated skyline in the distance and he snaps his head, following the trail, before gasping.

He feels your other hand tugging at the blanket when he finally makes out two faint bright lights in the distance. You squirm slightly next to him, to the point where your shoulders touch, and Satoru finally breathes, because suddenly, there’s heat rushing in. The loud, rough winds around him seem to die down and he’s aware of the slightly gazed expression on your face as you look into the far distance.

“Did you make a wish?” he finds himself whispering.

You grin. “Yeah, gonna make you work here for eternity,” you reply back in good natured spirit.

Something stirs inside Satoru. Something important. Well, Satoru-level important, so in the grand scheme of things, not very — but still. He unravels parts of his blanket and throws it over your head, making sure that it messes up your hair, and laughs when you throw him another pout.

“Did you make a wish?” you adjust the blanket so it covers your shoulders, moving a little closer to him, avoiding the cool breeze.

Satoru nods but presses a finger to his lips. “Not telling, though. Might not come true if I do.”

“Oh, shoot. Maybe I should’ve kept mine a secret then.”

He rolls his eyes and nudges your waist with an elbow. “You will definitely not see me here again.”

Satoru realizes, very fast, that his life has become very different, very quickly. And it might not be the bad kind of different.

Over the course of the next few days, he’s practically glued to your side as you’re showing him all things related to hospitality that his father tried to drill into him when he was a pre-teen. Obviously, it didn’t work at the time. Satoru’s known for being defiant just because he wanted to, and eventually his father stopped with the after school etiquette lessons. You, on the other hand, unfortunately have him tied around your fingers.

“You need to tidy up the edges more, Gojo.”

“There’s barely a wrinkle in these sheets!” He points at the bed sheet on the mattress, the one that he’d been working on for the last ten minutes in vain while you stood next to him with slightly concerned eyes. It’s a room service type of lesson today and, even though Satoru has never made his own bed before, he’s positive that he didn’t leave behind any smudges that might catch anyone’s eye.

“Did you check tuck in the sides? Or are you trying to get off easy for today?” You say, there’s a mild accusation in your tone when you speak, smiling as you step aside.

And, despite the warm smile, Satoru frowns a little, because guess who forgot to tuck in the sides?

When Satoru ducks his head around the mattress and sees a good loose chunk of the sheets hanging off and groans when you’re right. “It’s not my fault that they’ve made them so big for no reason,” he replies, somewhat embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head and messing up his already ruffled hair.

You roll your eyes and stick a tongue out. “You’re getting the hang of it though, maybe even faster than Yuuji when he first offered to help.”

He flushes at the unexpected praise and quickly fixes the sheets, turning his whole entire body away from your sight. “Better than Yuuji, right?”

“Oh? So, you only work better with compliments, Gojo?” You sound amused, as if a lightbulb just popped on top of your head.

Satoru flattens out the bed once more, strangely now feeling satisfied with the final outcome before turning around, sticking out a tongue of his own. “Only if it’s from you,” he answers, honestly.

You laugh, and hopefully it’s not at him. “I thought you would be more annoying to deal with.”

“So, I’m just regular amounts of annoying?” He points out, with a fake frown, his fingers fiddling with the edges of the sheet.

You turn your gaze, seemingly in deep thought, before responding with a small shrug and grin. “Possibly a perfect amount of annoying.”

Satoru feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, again. “Well, of course, it’s the perfect amount because I’m perfect,” he replies, instantly, but suddenly he’s shy and feels the need to go to the next room to fix their stupid sheets before he combusts in front of you.

“Gojo,” you say, almost hesitantly.

He swallows and rubs the back of his neck, wiping off evidence of his sweaty palms. “Yeah?”

“You missed a spot,” and your pointer fingers direct at the far right corner of the bed frame. He must’ve pulled the sides too hard and it caused the other side to flip over. Ugh, he’s not cut out for this at all.

“I’m… uh, still better than Yuuji, right?”

“Mhm, getting there, Gojo.”

By day four, Satoru has surprisingly adjusted to the rules and responsibilities. He’s not entirely sure what’s gotten him mildly well behaved, Suguru is a bit surprised by the daily updates being less… aggressive and whiny. What started as long vent paragraphs about the lack of heated flooring and needy customers, soon turned into photo albums of kids face planting into the snow and unconsented selfies with you in the background. Satoru absolutely makes sure you end up looking the worst out of the two because he’s gotta let his best friend know who’s the prettiest and he’s definitely racking up a blackmail album of all of your worst moments in case anything happens in the future.

It’s closing time and he just got back from the reindeer shed out in the back, covered head to toe in all things hay and snow. First things first, and no one bothered to tell him, but reindeers smell bad. Like, really bad. Especially at the end of the day, where their pens are covered in shit and countless carrots and apple bits from the little kids overfeeding them. Satoru is vaguely aware of the fact that he smells, just like he’s vaguely aware that the hotel lobby is oddly quiet from the usual banter between you and the usual workers.

Utahime and Choso are sitting by the cafe bar, seemingly deep in conversation about ordering more supplies for next week. Satoru thinks about interrupting their session with probably an unrelated dumb question, but the idea dies when Utahime notices his presence and motions him to come over.

“You stink,” Satoru casts a half-glare at Utahime and begins picking out some of the scattered hay pieces stuck to his sweater.

“For the record, I became good friends with Rudolph and Vixen today,” he grumbles back and Choso throws him a pat on the back.

“Hey, I don’t mind your stink, by the way. Smells kinda nice,” Choso offers up, but Satoru only shoots him a very unhappy look.

“If you think I smell nice then I’m really worried about what you think smells bad,” then he turns over to Utahime again, who’s engrossed in whatever is on her clipboard right now. “So, what did you need from me?”

“My sister,” she starts and taps away at the clipboard before handing it over to him. It’s pages upon pages of invoices from the past month. “Could you hand this to her? She should be in the back.”

“You treating me like an errand boy?”

Utahime scoffs. “What? Don’t wanna see her?”

“No, I do,” he responds, a bit too fast for his own liking, and straightens out. “Uh, is that all?” Satoru hopes his face doesn’t betray how much he’s a bit excited to interact with you, given that today was a full day out in the trenches, and he absolutely needs to hear you say his name at least twice a day in order to have a good night’s sleep.

Choso is trying really hard not to laugh, and Satoru takes it as a sign that he currently has a cheesy smile on his face — go figure. “One of the corner rooms upstairs requested a weighted blanket, mind also doing that too?”

There’s a certain relief that floods through Satoru and he thinks maybe he can take on a few more tasks for the night if that means spending a little more time with you, even if his body is screaming that he needs to take a two hour long shower.

“Hey,” he starts to say when he rounds the corner, “Where’d you put those weighted blankets again?”

Satoru expected to walk in on you neck-deep in paperwork. You’ve mentioned earlier in the week that this year would be the busiest and there’s a bunch of stuff due. Something about end of the year tax returns and inventory counts, it all goes out his ear but he remembers something similar that his father told him in a prior conversation. He thinks he could probably help you figure out some of it, but that might be a bit much.

What he walks in on, thought, is you sitting in your little makeshift office. You’re on your laptop, the screen’s tilted just right enough that he gets a glimpse of what you’re looking at. You’re looking at flights and hotels, even got a whole spreadsheet on the second monitor. From what he’s seen of you so far, you didn’t come off as the type to talk about your future that much.

His voice catches you by surprise and your expression flickers from something vaguely focused to embarrassment real quick. You hastily close out the tabs and go back to the hotel’s homepage.

“What is it, Gojo?” And there’s this awkward, oddly frantic moment of you fumbling around with the keyboard and mouse, like a teenage boy who’s just got caught looking at porn.

“Ah,” Satoru thinks seeing your flustered side is rather adorable, to say the least. “You tryin’ to plan a vacation or something?” He struts over to your desk, placing a firm hand onto the back of the chair, and there’s this smile on his face that just screams ‘gotcha’.

Your face scrunches up but it’s not out of annoyance. “Kinda?”

Even with a grumpy look, it’s a good look on you. Makes you kinda dark, brooding, and beautiful, and it turns your eyes into dark storm clouds, or some other weird, waxy poetic shit that Satoru can’t figure out the words to. Either way, Satoru thinks you look cute and can’t stop noticing your little facial movements. You’re more expressive than you would probably imagine.

“Ooh, where to?”

You sigh and start playing with your thumbs. “Malaysia. My friend told me great things about it and I’ve been meaning to go for a while now but time and money are always iffy.”

“Makes sense, I can imagine that being an inn assistant doesn’t pay all the bills.”

That was probably the wrong thing to say. You huff and glare, an icy-death glare, at him. If looks could kill, Satoru is sure that he’ll be six feet underground by now.

“Weighted blankets are on the second floor closet by the laundry room,” you answer his initial question curtly before shutting the laptop. “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“It was just a question,” he mumbles slowly, and maybe even a little dangerously. “If money’s an issue—”

“Gojo.” Your voice is fixed and rigid, one that leaves absolutely no room for debate. “Your dad was right about you; you always just fall back to your fame and wealth.”

As you’re busy staring, Satoru realizes that you’re kinda being a total ass to him right now.

“That’s not fair,” his voice is rising and can’t seem to put a stop to the words spilling out. “Don’t bring my dad into this conversation.”

“Or what? You can go back to your privileged life anytime you want. This is just a field trip for you while others actually have to try hard and make a living.” You spit out.

“No one forced you to become an inn worker, you know? If you’re so worried about money then you could’ve just found another high paying job.” Satoru wrinkles his nose and his volume continues to rise.

You immediately offer him a dark glare and it comes off in a cut-throat way that shuts Satoru up mid thought. The rest of his counters die in his throat when you start making hand gestures at the office exit and he gets the hint: ‘leave before I lose my shit’ is the calling he sees.

And it works, because he finds his tone shifting a little, awkwardly kicking the floor and backing off. “Whatever…”

That was last night and, by now, Satoru is realizing that he’s kind of a giant asshole and the guilt is slowly eating away at him. Was he always like this? It couldn’t have been — he’s only met you a few days ago, and this is only meant to be a quick, ‘vacational’, getaway. Sure he might be a bit selfish and a dick, but he had been able to function perfectly fine before all of this, hadn’t he?

Satoru’s not really sure.

It’s noon, and he’s lying in bed. Choso had asked him to cover his shift at the cafe, and he’d agreed, readily, even though it’s supposed to be his day off, because you’re working. Choso had texted him, though, saying that you had simply said you’d work the entire shift by yourself.

Of course. It’s absolutely not funny anymore.

Satoru sighs. He’s going to apologize, that’s for sure. It wounds some of his pride, yeah, but whatever, this tension between you guys, though, isn’t worth it. He finds himself wasting his entire morning away rotting in bed. There are things that he could be doing, that he looks forward to, like feeding the reindeers or demonstrating basic ski moves to little kids. Choso and Yuuji totally got him addicted to yelling out ‘pizza’ and ‘french fry’ at every chance he gets. They also got him addicted to a shitty relationship forum they both browse, but somehow the idea of reading other people’s relationship drama, when he’s facing drama of his own, is kinda mentally exhausting.

On second thought, maybe he should post on that forum, actually.

It might not be such a bad idea.

Or maybe he could reach out to Suguru and ask how to apologize?

His best friend is a bit more grounded and attuned with other people’s feelings compared to him, afterall. Satoru’s not good at this stuff and he’s always just cut others off whenever they do argue, but this feels different. And, well, for the first time in forever, Satoru is desperate.

“I fucked up big time and I need to apologize, help me out here?”

Suguru scoffs over the line. “Wow, what happened to saying ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’?”

Satoru rolls his eyes. “Hi, hello. How are you? How do I make a sincere apology?”

“I’m good, thank you. Now, for your request, depends on how big the fuck up is.”

He bites his tongue, finding the right words to essentially not sound like a huge dick but, no matter how he wants to rephrase it, the outcome is the same. “I might’ve implied that she’s poor and needs someone to take care of her?” It sounds so stupid, so mean, and so degrading now that he’s saying it out loud.

He hears Suguru sucking in his teeth and sighs. After a couple of pauses, his best friend finally speaks. “That’s pretty fucked up.”

Satoru frowns. “Okay, yeah, it is,” and he sits up in his bed when a snowball makes an impact against the window. It’s Utahime. And, currently, she’s throwing him the nastiest glare that a woman has ever given him in his life. “Um, I’ll call you back, buddy…”

“What? I haven’t given you—”

“Don’t have time for unwarranted advice right now.”

“You called me!”

“Bye!” Satoru ends the call before shuffling towards the window, swallowing a hard lump, and inches the glass panel just small enough for him to hear coherently and not big enough for her to punt him across the face. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?”

But Utahime is in an obvious shitty mood and Satoru’s lack of charming antics aren’t going to work this time. “I’m going to apologize, I promise,” he tries to insist.

“This is all your fault,” she immediately gets to the point and it makes him shrink back just a tiny bit. He’s starting to see that the bluntness runs in the family. “Just get your ass to work.”

“But my shift doesn’t start till—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Utahime starts to form an even bigger snowball and raises it to the window panel. “Ass out of bed, now.”

Okay, so as much as Satoru had tried to tell himself that this week wouldn’t be bad, it’s really starting to get fucking awful.

Everyone’s in a shit mood. Yuuji tries to crack some jokes but the usual crowd isn’t having it. You’ve been throwing Satoru dirty looks while working behind the cafe counter together and he’s been put on drink duty — which is his worst nightmare — while you’re attending to the customers because you’re young and cute enough for them to be nice to you. Satoru has spilled hot coffee and chocolate on himself like four times so far, and the shift just started. He’s terrified that the rest of this week is going to be like this.

“Can we talk?” Satoru whisper shouts over the espresso machine.

He sees your shoulders tensing up but immediately relaxes them afterwards. “Did you hear something, Yuuji?”

The boy looks up from the bar counter, it’s his day off and he’s catching up on some homework, but the seemingly growing tension that’s unfolding in front of him is making it painfully hard for him to focus on anything engineering related. Yuuji scratches the back of his neck before darting his eyes back and forth between the two of you. Normally, he would be the voice of reason, but Satoru doesn’t blame him when he shakes his head.

“N-Nah, must’ve been the wind or something...”

Great, he’s been reduced to an air draft.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” you agree without missing a beat. As the next customer in line spends an eternity holding everyone up, debating whether to get the seasonal muffin or french toast to go with their drink, you continue, “Thought I heard a rotten brat for a second.”

He absolutely doesn’t expect the harsh insult. Satoru widens his eyes at the outburst and there’s a small pause, the silence ticking in between everyone, and he’s sure that you’re glaring him down somewhere in a small reflection on the counter.

Satoru debates whether to call out your name and shake some sense into you, but Yuuji quickly swallows and makes a motion with his hands to his throat, a universal signal saying — ‘I wouldn’t test the waters, if I were you’.

And, after the customer finally decides that they didn’t want any pastries with their coffee order, you finish the transaction before announcing that you’re going on a small fifteen minute break to “stretch”. Though, anyone could see that you’re planning to cool off before you manage to actually blow up in Satoru’s face.

“How the hell am I going to talk to her?” he groans to Yuuji once you’re finally away. He’s managing the cash register and, surprisingly, finishes taking the remaining orders quite smoothly compared to his first day. At least he can pat himself on the back for this.

“You’ve really pissed her off, dude,” Yuuji replies and Satoru just rolls his eyes because that’s all he’s been hearing from everyone else all day today. “You should talk to her when she’s not… charged up.”

“Way to point out the obvious.” Sometimes he forgets that Yuuji is a bit oblivious. How is he doing so well as a mechanical engineering major?

Yuuji makes an audible ‘pop’ and whistles. “What did you even say to her?”

Satoru groans into his hands. “Did she not tell you?”

“Well, she wasn’t exactly in a chippy mood to talk about anything this morning — outside of work, that is.”

“Here’s a little TLDR version: might’ve said something classist.”

“Might’ve?”

“Okay, definitely said something classist.”

“Then…” Yuuji drums his fingers against the counter, deep in thought. “Y’know, whenever me and Megumi fight, I always invite him out to the movies to try and cheer him up. Might not be applicable to you but…”

Satoru blinks. “Are you suggesting a date would help?”

“Maybe not a date—”

“No, I’m sorry for calling you dumb, you’re so right—a nice date might work!”

“You never called me dumb, though?”

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say, kiddo.”

Satoru unravels the ribbon on his apron and throws it in Yuuji’s general direction, not caring if he tossed the stained uniform directly in his face. He hops the counter and pats the younger male on the shoulder, flashing him a genuine smile because, hey, maybe Yuuji actually is smarter than he looks.

“Gonna totally invite you to the wedding.”

It’s no secret that Satoru Gojo hasn’t been on a proper date in a pathetically long time.

He has swiped right on a number of highly influential celebrities and figures on dating apps before. Matched with nearly all of them. Gone on…maybe a lot of first dates with not a lot of second dates coming right after. Who cares though, everyone’s just there for the photos and followers anyway. Satoru knows that he’s attractive and that he personally loves big, lavish dates but, at this point, he knows you enough to understand you absolutely hate big gestures.

After a short winded conversation with Suguru and Utahime, separately, Satoru has concluded on not buying you first class tickets to Malaysia.

“Are you trying to get her to hate your guts?” Was the general consensus of the conversation with said people.

So, what’s the next best option if he can’t fly you out to Malaysia? The answer is pretty simple — bring Malaysia to Mistle Town. And no, he’s not going to be relying on his black card for anything, even though the back of his mind is telling him otherwise.

Choso blinks several times at Satoru’s printed out proposal. The colorful letters and Google image photos of beaches and coconuts slapped poorly onto the document screams back at Choso and Yuuji, bright and early on Christmas Eve.

It’s unusual for Satoru to be bouncing excitedly in place for someone other than himself. So this catches everyone off guard.

Yuuji whispers something intangible to Choso, but Satoru is able to make it out as, “Do we even have coconuts here?”

To which Choso replies, “It’s winter, so I don’t think so.”

And Yuuji moves onto the next question in queue, “What should we do about the lack of palm trees?”

A patient sigh from Choso, “We could always trim the pine trees outside?” He lamely suggests.

“It’s a good idea, no?” Satoru jumps right back in, completely missing the flat vibe from the brothers. He frowns. “Why are you guys giving me that look?”

And, like his best friend and your sister, the brothers throw him a confused head tilt.

“Well,” Yuuji weakly starts, “Your plan ‘Project: Bring Malaysia here in hopes of Y/N falling in love with me’ doesn’t really sound that great… even on paper.”

Satoru grins, fully expecting that to be the response. “I’ll order the things, don’t worry about it. I just need to borrow your lungs for this project.”

Yuuji scratches his cheek in confusion, laughing nervously again. “Our lungs…?” he echos.

“How long do I have to keep this dumb blindfold on, Choso?”

“U-Um,” Choso shoots Satoru a brow as he carefully guides you through the hotel lobby.

It’s currently decked out from head to toe in all things yellow, green, and pink beach themed inflatables. Choso and Yuuji reminded Satoru last night that maybe two flamingos would’ve been enough to get the message across, but seeing that he ordered a whole colony? Yeah, he’s sending the rich boy prayers as he reels you in further, avoiding collision with the colorful balloons and seven-foot tall palm trees, too.

“Choso?”

He squeezes your shoulders when Satoru shoots him a thumbs up. “Ten seconds.”

Satoru quietly walks over to both of you, tip toeing so the sounds of his loafers are minimized against the flooring. Once he’s inches away, Choso retreats off into a different room, mouthing to him words of final encouragement, which Satoru gladly took.

You appear restless under the blindfold. “I swear to god, if I take it off and there’s a giant pile of reindeer shit in the middle of the lobby I will actually kill somebody—”

And Satoru quietly debates whether or not he wants to keep you like this for a little while before revealing the big surprise. Seeing you flustered and confused is a very cute look on you, after all. But, he’s gotten you this far and it would absolutely kill him to leave you on such a bad notice. It’s now early evening, and the sun’s just starting to set enough that the golden rays illuminate your features from this angle. It takes Satoru back to his first private meeting with you on the balcony and he remembers why he’s even doing this in the first place.

Carefully and slowly, he slips down the blindfold and softly calls out your name. “Hey, take a look around you.”

Your eyes are blown wide when you see his face. Anger and frustration dissipate from your face when you soon realize that Satoru carries a soft expression. He watches as the emotions wash off as quickly as they came. Then, you finally take a look around your surroundings and gasp. “You—You did all of this for me?”

Satoru tenses a little, a bit on the edge. “You want the short or long answer?”

You don’t notice because you’re too preoccupied with the numerous fake flamingos around you. “On second thought, maybe no answer would also work.”

He laughs at this, slightly, before turning shy again. He feels silly, ashamed, and it makes his cheeks flush. “I wanted to say sorry again for what I said earlier.”

“You finally want to talk about it?”

He looks at your idle hands and then back to your face. When he sees that you don't move them away as he inches closer, he takes both of them into his palms, giving them a tight squeeze. “Yeah, I was a big idiot and I thought I was trying to help in the beginning but I just sounded—no, I am—a giant ass.” Satoru concludes.

The atmosphere grows quiet and heavy again. The air humid and thick despite the opened windows and you’re looking at him. Then, there are tiny little smiles that break out on your face, like freckles and stars in the sky.

“You’re such a pillow princess,” and he outright blushes ten shades darker at the nickname, “you’re lucky you’re cute.” Coming from you, that’s as good as a love confession.

I like you, he thinks, but doesn’t say it. He really likes you and doesn’t want to fuck this up.

But, everyone knows that Satoru Gojo is a child at heart.

Satoru doesn’t know who gives in first; realistically, it might’ve been one of those stupid, rare, impossible moments where it’s completely shared. Suddenly the gaudy blow up palm trees and inflatable pool blur from his vision and he feels the world roaring around him when your palms rest on his cheeks. He ducks his head down but you’re the one who closes the distance between.

You taste like strawberries and lavender, smell like warm cocoa, and feel softer than any sherpa blanket he’s had. Satoru closes his eyes and his vision goes white, his hands shakily snake around your waist, pressing you hard against his chest as if you might disappear at any moment. Satoru sighs into the kiss, it feels pleasantly warm, that throb in his chest, it’s a slow, steady thrum of simmering desire and comfort. He’s pretty sure he’s adding way too much tongue, the drool and saliva that comes dripping between you two will be uncomfortable soon, but for now, it adds to the blissed out, satisfaction you’re both basking in.

Finally, you pull away, shortening yourself a good several inches from planting the rest of your feet on the ground. Your eyes are glossed over, watery and looking at him without vexation. “You’re something else.” You say, but there’s no bite.

Satoru doesn’t speak for a moment. He’s too focused on the feeling of your warm fingers sprawled all over his heating face. Too focused on the dull pulse of both nervousness and infatuation slowly spreading through his body because you’re giving him that look. This all feels romantic and stupid, he thinks.

“I’m sorry, again.” The words are quiet, hesitant, and Satoru almost regrets them the moment he speaks.

You shift around a little, now dancing on the balls of your feet, but the grasp you have on his cheeks is still relatively firm, even applying a bit of more pressure as if it’s your way of showing reassurance. You tip your head; your eyes are so vivid and bright, it sends a shiver down Satoru’s spine. In this moment, he remembers every single thing between them in shocking detail — the awkwardness, the tension, the frustration, the dumb banters, and suddenly he’s overwhelmed.

“I’ll forgive you if you give me a private city tour,” you laugh. “And come back to work with us again next year.”

Satoru offers a small smile. “Unpaid?”

“Will you say no if it is?”

He hugs you tighter, a chuckle bubbles in his throat. “I don’t think I can say no because it’s you.”

Though, while some might think that Satoru is the real loser here for being whipped so hard over a small town girl, you know that deep down the real loser is you. Because you managed to have the son of a CEO wrapped around your fingers and now you will never know peace again. But you’re not really complaining; instead, you’re working even harder to save just enough to eventually see your dream destination while Satoru whines and sends an ungodly amount of selfies everyday when he’s back home. And you won’t allow yourself to get snappy because, well, you’re very much head over heels for him, too.

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fangirltothefullest · 9 months

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I am dead serious when I say I want EVERYONE to strike. I want our entire economy upset, I want corporations, ceos, millionaires and billionaires to understand that they can’t keep doing this any more. I want them to squirm, to hurt, to panic, to frantically BEG.

I want everyone calling for a union and every established union to strike like crazy. I want teachers in unions, I want janitors in unions, I want second hand store workers in unions, I want bakers in unions I want coffee chains in unions I want waste disposal unions and park upkeep unions and animator unions and streaming unions and all worker unions everywhere because it makes them panic-

And I want unions already in existence to strike like hell all at once be it in solidarity or because it’s a good time to do so.

Ants vs Grasshoppers baby, there are more workers than ceos and we deserve respect, decent wages, fair treatment, job protections, affordable living, decent paid vacations, paid medical, the lot!

I want the wealthy to PANIC.

I want them to realize what they’ve done, I want them to realize their wealth is dependent on US. I want them HEMORRHAGING money.

If it takes losing the majority of movies and shows and package deliveries and literally anything else, we’ll fucking manage because we already live that daily. But I want the millionaires and billionaires and CEOs who think they can get away with treating people like trash to panic and lose it all.

TOPPLE IT, CRASH IT TO PIECES, BURN IT ALL TO THE GROUND UNTIL THEY TREAT EVERYONE RIGHT.

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scrivenger-grimgar · 21 days

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Every time I read Yiling Wei sect AUs and they start describing what the sect members and leader wears its like, (direct quote from The Yiling Wei Sect and the Black Robed Lan by IvoryDragon48)

"[Wei Wuxian's hair] was pulled up into a high ponytail by a red ribbon with a gold and silver headpiece ornamenting and helping to direct the flow of his hair. The robes he wore were expensive looking with black being the dominant color and reds as the accents. The inner robe was a red so dark it looked like blood and the outer robe had simple yet elegant designs."

--And like, I get the urge to make them really cool looking and with themes or designs matching the other sects but like??? there's massive wasted potential here!!!

First, the hair. that's all well and good, but there is no way in hell that the Yiling Wei folks (Wen Remnants and others reviled/ostracized by society at large) are going to buy a gold guan OR a silver guan. why the hell would they bother spending precious resources on trying to impress people who already don't like them for something they literally have no control over.

But Wei Wuxian would know that he has to play the game now that he has people to protect, and going to a Con as a Sect Leader and not doing what all the other sect leaders are doing (wearing guan to say "I'M BETTER THAN YOU!!") is essentially outright stating that he holds no respect for any of them except in a way that could get him and his people killed. so instead, he goes "fuck it" and makes a guan out of something incredibly ordinary, like iron or wood, so now if anyone brings it up he can say "Oh, well, I like feeding my kids." or "Actually, I made this myself, all the better for carving protective arrays into!"

--And that's it. Wei Wuxian is a street kid he absolutely knows that rich people don't like to think about poor people and that they prefer to ignore them or hurt them. except you cant just attack someone who's being perfectly reasonably polite in public, especially when you just pointed out that he's 'poor'. Wei Wuxian's strategy is make them so fucking uncomfortable that they leave us alone.

(This would of course be after several years of no contact and no fighting so things have cooled off a bit)

Next, robes. No expensive robes. Let them be very well modified normal robes that have subtle stains and colour bleaching from sunlight and washing. The (shown, non-array-work) embroidery is at best amateur level, and Wei Wuxian will proudly show it off, loudly saying "a-Ning started a while back to help with his fine motor skills, and he's really come such a long way!!" and that "Oh, Xuanyu started practicing only recently but he's already so good at it!"

The Yiling Wei are the exact opposite of Lanling Jin. Wealth is to be used to benefit everyone and everyone is to be loved and appreciated for their work. The refusal to spend money of frivolous things is strong, especially when its something you could make yourself.

Self Ornamentation would not be jade or gold or silver or silks. It would be some nice wood, these feathers from the bird that likes me, hey look at this cool rock I found I'm gonna polish it like a gemstone, I dug these awesome bones out of my grandmama's garden you think I can do anything with 'em?

Yiling Wei folks are death druids.

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cannellee · 4 months

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TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! kokonoi x omega!gacha game addict

— his reaction to his omega being a huge fan of gacha games.

my masterlist : ☆

I lost the initial ask which didn't let me edit my draft, I had to erase it to start it over. luckily I didn't write that much so it wasn't a big loss!

btw sorry for the extremely looong pause😭 I just was too lazy to pick up any of my work and with holidays + christmas I was even more unmotivated to do anything😭😭

kokonoi doesn't necessarily dislike you spending that much time (and money) on gacha games, but he also doesn't particularly like it.

of course when he learns you're a huge fan he comes along with you, trying his best to understand what's the appeal and what got you so addicted.

still, he's unsure and sceptical. he might probably ruin your entire mood by mentioning how much of a waste of time they are.

but that's just at first!

despite his initial disinterest, kokonoi starts to warm up to the whole concept upon seeing his omega so thrilled by the games. he observes your features and actions every time you successfully win an item, and thinks that your enthusiasm is adorable.

of course, kokonoi being an alpha, he becomes very cautious and alert towards both you and your environment, especially if it seems potentially unsafe.

he's watching you and making sure people keep their distance while you do your thing. he would always make sure you feel comfortable and secure during your game session. he sees just how much joy it brings you and kokonoi doesn't want anything disturbing the strange satisfaction you get out of playing those.

while protective, he still respects your independence and won't act overbearing nor overly restrictive.

his soothing presence is very beneficial, whenever you get frustrated at your game, he offers you great support and a calming presence. you're very thankful for that.

he'll try playing too, just because you asked! he might act a bit annoyed but trust me he's really amused by you and often even challenges you. he suggests bets, making the both of you compete between each other. kokonoi loves how excited you are to prove him wrong and that no, he won't pull the rare characters before you and that your experience in the field surpasses his so called "alpha luck".

he also loves to tease you and whenever you pull a male character, he'll act like it's the end of the world that you give him more attention than to your oh so perfect and loving alpha.

he'll call you his lucky charm each time he wins because he loves the blush it provokes on your cheeks. he jokingly pinches them and kisses your nose. his omega is the cutest!

more than anything, kokonoi is extremely thoughtful. he wants to surprise you and make his little omega smile. he often gifts you gifts related to your favourite gacha games, spending as much money as necessary to get you this rare in-game item you've been wanting.

kokonoi might also use his wealth to literally create a whole space dedicated to you and your interests. this way, having exclusive gaming places ensures him that you're at all time in a comfortable environment, while literally owning the place and erasing every limit you might have in a normal arcade.

you might even have a room of your own where you can rest and nest, right beside your favourite games! it would be all warm and cozy, specifically designed to your liking. kokonoi isn't keen on letting you sleep here rather than at his place, but he's reassured to know that at least you're somewhere made by him and safe enough.

now if kokonoi's part of bonten, he could make use of his incredible position to influence the gaming community and offer his sweet omega unique opportunities of her choice! you'll have access to exlusive previews and beta tests, private events and rare gifts!

he absolutely adores seeing you going crazy over gacha games that he doesn't even hesitate using his status to make you happy. his omega deserves the best! you can also expect him to collaborate with or finance game developers to create a content you'll 100% love because it's solely based on your very own interests and omega needs.

for example, he would personalize these machines, filling them with plushies you absolutely love, about your favourite characters (which were also previously scented by him), extremely rare figurines created especially for you, other cute decorations... you're basically living the dream and kokonoi isn't subtle about his adoration for you.

he'll spoil you to no end and he's shameless about it. you're his omega, his money is yours and he'll spend it without a care in the world for you. he's happy enough by just scenting you and smelling you let out your satisfied and soft pheromones!

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midheavenastrology · 1 year

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🥂Hey y’all here’s another astro observation

Happy Sag Season 😇 as a 9th house stellium, I’m here 4 it 🙌

𓃗 Chiron in Gemini could manifest as either not knowing how to drive until later in life/having chronic car problems or having trauma to do with cars (could’ve gotten into a horrible car accident or died in a car crash in a past life)

𓆣 This just came 2 me but I’ve noticed a lot of celebrities have Pisces moons and it makes a whole lotta sense: Pisces: fantasy, illusion, being able to morph into the environment around them/the moon: emotions, ur subconscious. Using ur emotional/subconscious nature to create a fantasy character:an illusion: the basis of acting

𓅟 Neptune conjunct mercury: ur dream world is probably hella vivid. Like when u dream, u probably dream in real vivid colors with creatures who have five heads and weird foreign places that have spaceships made of candy or some shit. I mean 4 real if u have this aspect, u gotta write a movie script or something about ur dreams. (Note to self 😝)

𓃟Neptune aspects to ascendant, moon or Mercury : any new place u live in or sleep in u probably pick up on the vibes, energy and especially dreams:fantasies:traumas of the people who have lived there. U will often see this in ur dreams. Hello nightmares….😖 ...But imagine…the type of dream work healing ❤️‍🩹 u could do 🥲

𓆏Neptune in Sagittarius aspects to moon or ascendant, as well as in the 12th house: sag placements are SO physic. More so than any water sign. It’s because they have foresight- the archer’s arrow shooting into the distance- seeing ahead of time. If a Sagittarius placement, especially those with these aspects and placement tell you something that might happen to u in the future…take note(this placement reminds me of the quote from dune “do you often dream things that happen, just as you dreamed them ?”)

𓆉The house placement of a stellium is just as impt as what sign and planets the placement is in. It can completely change the flavor of how that sign/planet presents itself. For ex: someone with a Libra stellium in the 8th house will def have a darker, more secretive side to them than an average Libra. In some cases, they’ll seem more scorpionic than anything.

𓃰Look at ur 8th house placements and then look at ur 9th house placements- the Scorpio to Sagittarius transition is literally the butterfly emerging from the chrysalis. Think of ur 8th house placement as a gift from the universe before u passed onto ur next soul journey and the 9th house is how u can manifest it into the 3D realm.

𓄿For ex: I’ll use zendayas placements: zendaya has her sun in virgo in the 8th house- her soul gift is about sharing her innate gift of humbling ur ego to heal trauma: she has Mercury, Chiron and her north node in Libra in the 9th house- so she did this by playing her character Rue in Euphoria- a young adult struggling with drug addiction that ultimately finds a way to heal both her own trauma of loss and her families as well by losing her ego and humbling herself. She “shared” her resource through communicating it in a Libra way- acting.

𓆈If you have significant 6th house placements and you don’t have a soft spot for animals……I dunno what happened ?

𓆜If you have ur north node/rahu in the 2nd house and ketu/south node in the 8th house: this lifetime is ALL about money 💰 and how to secure money for yourself. You MUST respect money, u have to treat it like ur greatest teacher because in many past lives you were born into wealth, so you did not respect it. You probably wasted someone else’s resources away on whatever you pleased with zero respect for the hard work that another person went through to acquire that wealth. Kinda like Marie Antoinette…”let them eat cake 🍰 “ mentality in past lives. You might also do such things, like gamble, borrowing against ur means, stealing etc to acquire money.

𓆙In vedic astrology, Rahu is a kind of obsession, therefore having it in the 2nd makes you almost obsessed with money, gaining wealth, so you could do this through illegal means. It’s only when u respect and value money gained through true hard work and integrity will the fruits of ur labor shine down on you.

𓃮On the other hand if you have the opposite - north node/rahu in 8th and south node/ketu in 2nd, this lifetime for you is about the spiritual, it’s about letting go of a need for security, a need to obtain and hoard possessions/wealth and live a very nomadic, spiritual existence of letting go of control in the material realm. Kinda like a gypsy, free spirit. It’s about living a life that is less focused on stability/structure in the 3D and more about finding ur souls true calling in the 5D.

Das all y’all 💜💜💜🌞🌞🌞👏👏👏

Hope this was helpful 🍵

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teresajoan · 1 year

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Astrology: Natal 8th house and your most valuable shared resource

This differs from the 2nd house resources, as 2nd house is the house of resources that you keep for yourself. We can become distressed when we feel that our 8th house resources are not being appreciated or valued by others.

8th house placements:

Aries - The most valuable resource you spend on others is physical energy and fighting. You will literally fight THE fight. Eventually you weigh up if your energy spent on the fight is worth winning. If your fight for the underdog is appreciated you will keep fighting, if not, you will give up and move on. This includes sex, you spend energy on the act and you want the energy given back or appreciated.

Taurus - The greatest thing you can share is material wealth, home, food, leisure or comfort activities. Even when sensuality expressed to a close partner is not reciprocated or highly valued you become angered.

Gemini - You need communication, talking, analysing, messaging or calls. Nothing disturbs you more than wasted communication or a close one not talking in valuable time and spaces. You can over communicate to make up for the other persons lack of communication.

Cancer - Comfort, safety and sentimentality. You risk so much of your emotional energy trying to keep close ones safe and comfortable. So when this is not appreciated and valued you shut down, as to not waste anymore valuable resources.

Leo - Attention, joy and admiration. You thrust this onto others, so how dare they not thrust it onto you! You are ultimately sharing your self expression, so you want that to be valued and you want others close to you to openly epress themselves.

Virgo - Health and practical actions. You use up so much practicality trying to show others how to be practical. You value your own heath and wellbeing so much, but you sacrifice your own wellbeing attempting to make others well.

Libra - Diplomacy and beauty. You are so fair with others and it shocks you to find that others are not equally as fair back. You can spend money trying to make others feel beautiful and valued.

Scorpio - You value the reincarnation after destruction, the Phoenix rising from the ashes. So you try to expose fractures and hidden truths as a way to create transformative change in others. Power is another huge resource. If you spend power on others you want them to appreciate it and have power to give back to you.

Sagittarius - A higher power and exploration. If you use up energy exploring and exposing others and the outcome is not celebrated, you are pissed.

Capricorn - Money, money, money. Money is authoritarian. Authority and leadership are the ultimate shared resource to you. You hate when you try to lead others to better gains and they don't want to be lead.

Aquarius - Time! The rebel that you are is constantly fighting against the greatest control of all time - time itself. It doesn't matter what the activity is, all that matters is the time spent with the person or how much time passed doing that task.

Pisces - Sacrifice. You sacrifice for others without expecting a sacrifice in return, but you do expect the sacrifice to be appreciated. Especially when the sacrifice is made out of love. To love and emphasize without restriction is priceless to you.

#astroblr #astrology #scorpio #aries #pisces #8th house #ANTM #rupaul #drag race #rainbow #leo #witch #witchblr #taurus #natal chart

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your-garden-rose · 2 years

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SELFISH

Note: Hey yall, I’m so glad you all liked the first part of it!!!! I’m sorry this took so long as I was stuck on developing the plot :’D I hope y’all like this part <33

TW: Minor cusses, minor verbal abuse, mentions of Whipping, if I left something let me know please <33

Taglist: @crystal-yukio , @ruler-of-hades , @onigirinchanowo , @ellie3467 , @k1ngan0n

Ch 2 : What a pathetic waste of space

You clutched your cheeks in pain, the sound of the slap still ringing in your ears as you sat in the party that day. You merely held back the tears forming in your eyes as you tried to distract yourself, you drunk more and more and continued to get wasted throughout the night to get your mind off of it. You focused on your friends and it helped, for a while, that is. It was then you got a notification from your DDD. You opened it to find a text from Lucifer and the prince.

[LUCI]: Don’t bother coming home brat, Cecilia is crying, she’s going to spending the rest of her year in your room. I really don’t care where you will be staying at.

[PRINCE]: I heard what happened to Cecilia today, I’m really conflicted here between both you and Cecilia Mc. Do better.

You immediately slammed the DDD in anger as you dangled it from a balcony. It was then a succubus joined you as you grabbed a bottle from her. “Heard about what happened today.” “Mmhm.” You nodded. “Does it still hurt?” “The slap?” “Not as bad as it did earlier. The mark is still there though.” The succubus inspected it and placed a cooling spell on it. “Those guys really are assholes. Aren’t they?” “I thought you all liked them?” “Nah. I dated one of em for a while, they really think they are all that.” “Damn.” “I liked you better you know” she stated, you turned to her, surprised. “Didn’t you act rude towards me Lamia?” “Yea but that was before you know. You’re so much cooler now, fuck them. You know, most of RAD likes you. Like literally wants to date you.” “I knew that.” You chuckled and drunk more. “Say, you gonna go back to the HoL after this?” “Fuck no. I’m never stepping foot in that place.” “Where will you be staying then?” “I was gonna as you if I could stay over” “sure Mc, I’d love to have you over as a housemate.” “Thanks Lamia” she smiled brushing a stray hair off your face. “Mc?” “Yeah?” “What about revenge?” “Oh I know exactly how to get revenge on those beings.” “And what’s that?” “It’s easy. No one likes them that much, people are only leeching off their popularity. In short. They are NOTHING when you strip off their popularity you know. And that’s where I come into play.” “What exactly will you do?” “Lamia? You are an editor right along side Mephistopheles, right?” “Yea?” “Circulate this to everyone, except the demons and the angels and that sorcerer.” You stated as you handed her some mildly controversial photos. “Spread this as much as you can, but this should not fall into the hands of those bastards. Am I clear?” She nodded as she went through the material carefully. “I’ll make sure Mc.” “Thanks.” You smiled. Lamia was one “friend” who you were sure of that she would be of use to you due to her influence and wealth and status. “I’ll be giving you material over the days. They will slowly go from mild to extremely controversial gossips and rumours and sometimes even video footages.” “I understand Mc.” “Good.” It was then someone called you both to play a game of spin the bottle which led to you both being paired up in almost all games. It was, during, truth or dare, however, that she confessed to you which led to a sweet kiss between you both. The night ended with you both stumbling to a near by room and spending the night together. However, it was the next day that was actually enjoyable.

You purposely went late to RAD, so you could see the starting humiliation those bastards would face. You calmly walked to class and didn’t bother greeting the prince as you used to, leaving him stunned yet a little bit angry at your behaviour. Not even Lucifer’s angry glare could stop you from walking calmly to class. You went in and the professor excused you in the class immediately much to Satan’s and Cecilia’s surprise. “Professor?” Spoke Cecilia which erupted some “ugh” and groans around the class. “What do you need?” “Why are they here?” “They attend this class?” “But they are late! Shouldn’t they be whipped or something?” She asked, as the mood in the class darkened as Cecilia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of what she had just started. It was then the professor, while glaring along with the others, spoke up“Cecilia, mind your business. It will be good for your own safety around here.” Warned the professor due to which she immediately piped down and looked like she was about to cry at any given moment. You only smirked as you made your way up to your seat. The rest of the class, you noticed as the students now snickered at Satan. All you heard was “did you see that?” “What a loser really.” And “didn’t expect from Satan himself you know” you immediately smiled as you noticed Satan shift uncomfortably in his seat as he balled his fists to prevent another outburst. Cecilia was not any better either. The rumours surrounding her was way more vicious. You heard as everyone called her a “slut”, a “cheap whore”, and whatnot. It was then the bell rang and you immediately ran and joined hands with Lamia who was equally excited as she too returned your enthusiasm. “Mc! You’ll never guess how the entirety of RAD reacted!!!” “How?” “Everyone is talking about those pictures you know? Mephistopheles was happy considering he finally had something against Lucifer after a long long time. He really owes you one!” She smiled as she explained. “Also, I kinda missed you a lot you know…” “I did too. Let’s go home and cuddle shall we? You have worked hard for me after all.” “Okay!” She skipped and walked off. It was then you passed by Lucifer, who seemed on edge too, seems like the rumours were affecting him too. You let go of Lamia’s hand and grabbed his tie and forced him to kneel. His angry expression was fun to see. You then leaned closer and whispered in his ear

“What a pathetic waste of space…”

You whispered and left, as you noticed Lucifer widen his eyes in anger, you did note that there was some noticeable sadness in his eyes, you only smirked as you dropped his tie and walked away with Lamia while laughing and thinking about your next scheme. Their days were only about to get a lot lot worse after this. They had no idea the things you had in store for them and you smiled, excited about the days to come. Seems like this was going to be one hell of a year you won’t ever regret

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Yandere allies with a reader that they're in a political marriage with. The catch? The darling doesn't love them and/ or care about them. They kind of just told them to do what they want with somebody else, saying that their marriage is a glorified business deal and that it probably won't last too long.

Britain:

He understands that you're much younger than him and just needs time to adjust to your new life with him.

However

There's no way in hell is he going to allow you to be with anyone else but him. Especially when the two of you are married. Britain is extremely offended that you would even suggest seeing another person. You have him after all. Why would you ever need anyone else? You may only see your marriage to him as strictly political, but it'd be the real thing to him. The fact that you'd even offer yourself to him like that must mean that you harbor some feelings for him. So why are you even holding back from him in the first place?

If he catches you so much as talking to another man, a nobody human for that matter, they're as good as dead. There's no way he's going to let some human get in the way of his marriage to you.

You'll also get a nice earful for that stupid stunt. Britain will go on and on about how humans are below personifications and how you shouldn't waste your time mingling with them. He's lived a longer life than you, so he knows what he's talking about.

If it's because you're actually in love with another country then you can kiss your freedom and reputation goodbye. Britain is a bit of a petty man, so he'll do whatever it takes to put your good name into the ground.

Pulling sneaky deals with other countries to leave you out of trading deals and treaties, Spreading lies about you, and even staging a few instances to make you seem like the bad guy to other countries are just a few of the things Britain will do. Whatever it takes to make sure he ruins any chance of the other country actually reciprocating your feelings. He may even throw that fact in your face a few times just to add more salt to your wounds. How no one would ever want you. How lucky you are that he even loves you through every horrible thing you've done.

Britain won't feel any remorse for his actions either. In his mind, he feels like this is what you deserve for treating your marriage to him with such little respect.

America:

The greatest, most powerful nation in the world had graciously taken you under its wing and is sworn to protect and provide for you. There's no way in hell he’s putting in all this elbow grease for you just to be someone’s side hoe.

Why would the greatest and most powerful country in the world ever even bother to seek the need of a strong alliance with a much weaker country? Heck, you weren’t even a member of the G8.

Well...maybe it had something to do with the fact that he confessed his feelings for you a few weeks ago and you totally turned him down flat like dog shit in the park...in front of everyone at the last world meeting.

Being as influential as he is, it’s not like it didn’t take much to convince your boss to sign you over in a political marriage. It was almost a little sad how quickly they sold you over to him too. Even after you begged them not to.

You saying to America that this is nothing more than a “glorified business deal” and that it “won’t last long” are nothing more than words. You’re just mad right now and can’t see that things are much better with him. So he’ll show you all that he can bring; A seat at the G8′s union, strong trade deals with powerful countries that bring so much wealth into your economy? Anything and everything you could ever think of and want. Can’t you see that he can literally give you the world?

If you still continue to brush off his affections, then he can always threaten with the opposite; occupation of your country, crying out tyranny and going to war are just a couple things he can do.

The choice is really up to you. Play the part and live in luxury? Or remain stubborn and be a prisoner in the house that you now share with America while your country practically burns to the ground?

France:

As a man of love he understands where you’re coming from, sort of...

You are just nervous and are in need of some encouragement. You don’t mean to say those nasty things about doubting the love the two of you share.

What is your darling needs to do?

Is his home not to you liking? Would you like to redecorate or maybe even leave the busy city and go somewhere in the countryside? Just say the word and France would be more than happy to give it to you.

France will see your defiance as a sign that you don’t think he loves you enough and are just trying to protect yourself. Because of that, France is going to turn up his affections for you to the max. Luxurious meals he cooks just for you, extravagant dates through his beautiful cities, exquisite clothes mended just your unique measurements. France will happily provide them all in hopes of gaining your affections.

France is a man of dedication, but also delusions. He will do everything in his power to make you happy. After all, that is what he believes lovers are supposed to do. France just never will accept that want to see other people simply because you don’t love him and the reason you even signed a marriage registration form is strictly political. France may even go as far as allow you to add another person into the two of yours relationship as a means for you to experiment.

As the country of love, he’s has his fair share of sexual experiences. There has been a time or two where he’s had more than one lover, so maybe you’re just trying to do the same? For the sake of his mental health, that must be it.

Russia:

See someone else? Don’t be silly. With Russia around as your new husband, there will be literally be no one else you see but him. Nope! Not you’re pesty friends, your boss, or even his sisters or the Baltic states. Russia is all you need now and he’s never leaving your side.

For Russia, your boss proposing to his boss about an alliance was like music to his ears. Why Russia had to take it another step and impose marriage was beyond either of them. Not that any of them would have the balls to ask. Pretty much the whole world didn’t understand why the hell Russia would just up and do that. He only ever spoken to you a handful of times.

Unlike America, Russia wouldn’t wait to see your reaction. One day, Russia would come in to the meeting, throw you over his shoulder saying how now you are his wife, and take you back home to Russia. No one had heard from you that day since. Not that anyone would try if they could. Russia is a terrifying man. No one was to mess with him.

As for life with Russia, you’re going to be pretty suffocated. From morning to dusk, Russia is going to drag you along for every little thing that he does. After all, isn’t husband and wife supposed to support each other through everyday, mundane, tasks?

You may even try to argue about how you don’t love him and that you don’t even know each other, but honey, that’s not a good choice. If you doubt his knowledge of you, then Russia will be more than happy to show you the thousands of random photos he’s taken of you throughout his years of stalking you. Or perhaps you’d be more interested in his bookshelf of handwritten journals about your everyday life? Maybe even his collection of little trinkets he’s collected from your house throughout the years!

Don’t you ever doubt his reasons or the lengths of his love for you. He knows everything there is to know about you. Russia knows that you’re perfect for him! So just give in and love him already. <3

China:

China is the oldest nation and probably oldest living thing on earth. He knows that you don’t harbor any feelings of love towards him. That doesn’t mean you’re going to disrespect him though. So many others do that on a daily basis and as his wife, you, most certainly, will not be so disgraceful.

Rather you like it or not, you’re China’s wife now ,and therefore, must do your part as so.

China is going to be on you like kids and boogers to condition you into his perfect wife. Sneaking off with other men certainly won’t do. You will learn to cook what he likes, clean his house to his liking by the time he returns home from tiring meetings all day, and even present yourself like how a proper married woman should.

Should you perhaps step out of line and disregard anything China has taught you and there will be punishments. Isolation and lack of food being his most common punishments.

Don’t get me wrong through, this rough demeanor is only until you start behaving and get those disrespectful words out of your mouth. Once you start showing your compliance to him, China would be more than happy to treat you like the goddess you are. Waking up every morning to authentic Chinese cuisine, adorable clothes that he designed and made himself. A whole forest of Pandas to keep you company while he’s away even. These are just a few of the many ways he’ll spoil you.

You must never forget though, you must treat him with the same amount of love and care if you want these special treatments.

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yandere-fics · 3 months

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Hello!! I recently found your blog and 🥰 ive only gone through the kingdom masterlist so far but ive already turned into a blushing maiden whos giggling and twirling my hair

Anywho i was wondering how your kingdom ocs would be with a dragon darling maybe one that secretly lives amongst humans because while they do hoard a small amount of treasure what they love to hoard most is knowledge, anything from fairytales to academic papers to even outright blacksmithing

But feel free to change the request as you want i will love it regardless ❤️

(omg thank you so much!)

♡ How They React To A Secret Dragon Darling ♡

♡ Theanna knows everything mystical that occurs within her kingdom so of course she would notice a dragon living amongst her maids. She's too curious to drive you off when you first arrive, to be honest she assumes you must be after the power under the garden but you don't even seem to go near it. Sure you sneak the books in the imperial archives to learn more but you do nothing with that power. It's really such a waste you've only decided to be a maid, a queen would grant you much more access to knowledge don't you think? Just accept the proposal, okay, she'll give you everything you want darling. ♡

♡ She's an actual dragon hunter, she is obviously going to notice and she's actually a little bit pissed off when she first sees you blending in and she suspects your intentions are bad mostly because every dragon who has come close to the humans or tried to blend in so far has had bad intentions. She stops having any issues the moment you declare yourself a huge fan of the travel guides she writes. The praise does go to her head a bit, sure she receives praise constantly for the dragon slaying guides and being the chosen one but no one ever pays attention to the travel guides she writes. She's already decided you can be her permanent travel companion, she will not take no for an answer. ♡

♡ Yeah everyone at the academy already knows you're a dragon they just pretend to not be aware of it. Pauline is the only one who doesn't know because her power is curses so she doesn't have actual real magic in order to sense that. When she approaches you, you obviously say yes to the fake dating scheme because her parents own the academy so being in the family gives you the opportunity to learn things that would be illegal to learn otherwise. They are shocked when she brings you home though because they are completely aware of what you are but they don't mention it since they're pretty sure she must already know everything about you. ♡

♡ Abigail doesn't realize you're secretly a dragon, she just assumed you're an insanely strong scholar who just is very interested in the art of sword fighting and well she's spent her whole life perfecting it so there's no one better to ask about it. She's pretty upset when you declare you are moving on from the training grounds because you've learned all you needed to, luckily the Parley Duchess gets access all sorts of hidden knowledge so you can just marry her and learn new things instead, she won't accept any other answer. ♡

♡ Veronia is confused why her mate would be hiding amongst the humans, there's literally nothing interesting about them, she knows way more than them and it's all knowledge about other dragons so surely her knowledge must be far more interesting than anything they can do for you. She can bring you any books you want but you are not allowed to wander off her territory, sorry dearest mate but she cannot allow you to mingle with those who are below you. At most she may allow you to interact with the merchant who passes through and brings her things. ♡

♡ Ainsley has all the knowledge a dragon could ever want since she's constantly adding to that wealth of knowledge. She doesn't notice you're a dragon at first since she's just so focused on the whole love at first sight thing, it isn't until Theanna points it out that she's like "Oh that makes sense, well I don't really care about that stuff babygirl, you're mine anyways." She's also not going to allow you to learn from anyone else now, she has to bring you all your knowledge directly and she uses a collar to bind your powers and keep you bound to her tower so your pesky instincts don't disturb your love. ♡

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blackberryshortcake · 5 months

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And The Witch is Me

Pt.3 I Can Get to Hell Much Faster Than you

Pt. 1 Pt.2

The sun was setting upon the horizon. A picture perfect sunset just behind the sea of spruce and evergreen trees that lined the border to the garden.

I made my way back to the room he had shown me just a few hours earlier and sat by the window. I had to think of a way to get outta this place. I could stay here but he brought up so many memories I pushed aside. I thought seeing him again was what I wanted but even creatures such as I are wrong. The good memories and bad ones. I thought that’s what I wanted. The thought of the many faces he once wore or the many characters he fronted for past contracts. He’s truly always been a picky eater. Just slightly classier than the normal vermin of our species.

I could feel him walking down the hall in my direction and even before he knocked I knew he was there.

“Miss (y/n)?” His voice was like shallow water just above solid rock at the base of a cliff. So evicting and beautiful ment to deceive me.

I feel the silent treatment is the cruelest form of punishment

“I know you can hear me” He paused expecting a reply he has yet to earn “The young master would like to see you in his study”

I could feel my eyes burning holes in the door.

“Be there in precisely 20 minutes. I assume you can find your own way”

Fuck him that’s all I can think right now. How is he about to get pissed at me for making a deal and going “soft” and all that other bullshit even though he’s a Class A hypocrite. He’s not worth the waste of words, at least not right now.

If it were I don’t know say 100 years ago we got on swimmingly, we co-existed with one another. Some might say we were a couple but you and I both know demons really don’t do “couples”.

The walk to his “study” was long. I never really understood the need for excessive wealth such as this. Sure I’d given many wealth such as this, not without a hefty price,but how could one be happy in a liminal labyrinth such as this.

Coming to a stop in front of that large mahogany door once more I forgo the idea to knock and just bust through the door

The boy jumps as the door swings open.

“Did your mother never teach you to knock?” He seemed overly offended

“Keep my mamas name out yah mouth.”

“I beg your pardon”

“Keep.my.mamas.name.out.yah.mouth”

Existing in that modern era really has changed my dialect. Although “Sebastian” might see that as a change for the worst I see it as one for the better.

“So why exactly am I here?” I already know the answer to that but ask never the less.

“I’d like to play a game” he gestured for me to sit in the chair across from his desk once more as he pulls a dated deck of cars from a desk drawer, all well the demon looks behind his obnoxiously large chair.

“What kinda game?”

“Old maid.”

“Old maid?” I dead pan “Seriously? You do know this really isn’t gonna work.”

“And why may that be prey tell. Are you afraid to lose?”

“Am I afraid to lose?” I look into his eyes once more. He’s dead serious. “You do realize that when you shook my hand I saw anything and everything inside that pretty little noggin of yours. I could quite literally read you like a book but I’ll still play as long as YOU’RE not afraid to lose.”

He’s eyes are wide.

“You tricked me!” He shouts

“You knew the risks and hey don’t yell at me your pretty little lap dog back there did the same exact thing when y’all sealed y’all’s deal.” My eyes drag up to meet Sebastian’s. He’s glaring back.

“Sebastian is this true!” Ciel is now on his feet and he’s pissed. He thought he could play with fire and not get burned.

“To be frank my young lord, yes”

“Get out! The both of you.”

I through my hand up in defense.

“Oooh did we hurt your feelings. Did I make you feel violated.”

“Y/N!” Sebastian raised his voice.

“Alright alright let’s go.” Well that was a quick visit .

As soon as him and I were out the door. It’s was like a switched flipped in him. Yet the silence still stood.

“Soooo….probably a bad time but any ideas on how to get me outta this era.”

He glared and quite literally walked away.

“HEY! I was trynna talk to you yah know.”

I come to stand and block his path.

The look on his face was unreadable.

“What is your problem? Your brought me here cause you said you’d help me know your doubling back. You really have changed the demon I new at least kept his promises.”

He stared down at me I could feel his amber eyes piercing through my skin. Yet he remained silent.

“*sign* I don’t even know why I tried or why I even listened to you. This was a mistake.” I try to leave but he grabbed me by my upper arm preventing me.

“Why did you come here?” His voice cut through the air menacingly

“What?”

“Why did you come HERE?”

“I was on a deal some witch wannabe asked me to come here. London 1889 to kill someone. I know messing with time like that is a big no no but she had something I needed and now Im stuck here. With you.” Is it hot in here?

“What did this witch have?”

“It doesn’t matter not anymore.”

“What did the witch have.” His eyes are fusica at this point not that it mattered though I was exclusively looking at the floor.

“Sh-she was gonna tell me where you were but I can clearly see now she deceived me, okay?” I yank my arm from his grasp and took off running I couldn’t look him in the face. I couldn’t see him. How am I supposed to tell him I missed him, I missed us. He’s never understand, he was never as human as I was.

…..…………………

Sebastian stood in that very hallway still. His eyes wide not much could shock that creature but that sure did. He was under the impression you didn’t want to see him ever again. That you didn’t care for him or need him anymore , and he didn’t let it get to him.

He remembers a time when you were but a girl in a field of flower. A girl who shouted at her executors “If you want a witch Ill give you a witch” A time when stumbled like a fawn when learning to control the magic bestowed upon you. At the time he knew not of the creature you were only that you were like him in a way. He knows now your kind are can destroy realms if they so pleased. Your utter lack of interest in realm destroying pleased him yet your humanity confused him. I brought feelings to the surface. Like a worm fighting it’s way to earths exterior only to be snatched up by a hungry raven in its path.

Good thing he was a crovus and you were simply a fictor.

…continuandum…

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zhng96 · 6 months

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LUCEM - terazono keita

↳ synopsis: hearts planted six feet underground, the buds of flowers still manage to pierce through the rotten soil and basks in the unfamiliar light.

↳ pairing: prince!terazono keita x gn!asassin!reader (royalty au)

↳ genre: fluff, comfort, angst

↳ warnings (updated at the beginning of every chapter): mentions of death, mentions of assassination, the queen is literally evil, sadism (from the queen), mentions of being stabbed, unedited writing, ummm i think thats it?

perm taglist: @tzuberry @hrtattcker @neohyxn @avocarua @dwcljh @uyujns @knrejj @taeraemisu @leejeongz

(scroll to the end to find the masterlist.)

oo. PROLOGUE.

the thunk of your heartbeat could almost substitute that of the queen's band as her gaze lingered on your bowed head with a disturbingly scrupulous gaze.

rumors of the queen's true attitude often resurfaced around the peasantry population of mare- after all, being completely isolated from the other nations, what had they better to do than gossip.

whether some would consider it lucky or unlucky- you were given the opportunity to serve her majesty herself. however, serving the highest power in mare does not commend you to overlook your crimes; neither does it pay very well. despite working under her royal majesty, your job was not of your choice- only a debt of your father you had to serve in his stead. a responsibility those innocent had to be burdened, while the perpetrator lives a life of wealth a far ways away.

a church bell ring and the silence of the juries. you almost find yourself laughing at the juxtaposition if it weren't for the unnecessary cuffs binding your wrists, and the guards ready to spear your feet in place if you even as much as shifted between your feet.

while the queen rewarded other guards with bags of coins, you were reminded of how lucky you were that she refrained from killing your entire bloodline for the mistakes of your father.

"by judgement of the juries, i hereby declare this treasonous scoundrel... the death sentence."

you didn't do it... really. you did nothing more than steal a single loaf of bread for your family... it wasn't like you killed anyone...

murmurs fill the room. some even resort to cussing you out directly- words that were never welcome in the palace- only by exception of a trial for treason.

stumbling upon the body of the beloved knight captain at the entrance of the palace was truly just a coincidence...

your ears seem to twitch at the sound of the guards' grips tightening against their spears. death sentence... here? right now?

nothing but a knave to her, you were. always dishonest, always untrustworthy, always...

"halt!" her golden eyes seem to glisten with irrevocable levity- it was almost as if- no it was sure she was enjoying this. "why... quite unfair that i don't get a say... especially when they are one of my most prized knights." an unsettling giggle dies on her lips as she speaks. liar, you think, your fingers twitch to just get a hold of her throat and squeeze- "wasted potential.... what a shame. i say we send her to kill queen terazono! if she doesn't come back with either her head or her heart, well then... we'll deal with her... accordingly." a sickly giggle bubbles from her throat as she tuts. her smirk grows even wider at the sight of you cowering under her gaze.

always... so easily controlled.

you lips part... sure you were a knight... but that does not compare to being an assassin. your head spins at the sentence- were you to kill the queen and be banished from ager (the land of the terazono clan) and be released from these baseless accusations, or be killed in mare (pathetically, if you had to add) without a fight. you growl in overwhelm, finally meeting the eyes of the woman that holds your fate like dough in her hands- no doubt she knew what she was doing. "i'll do you one better... i'll come back with the head of their next heir. how does terazono keita sound?" by the look of pure glee and the dainty clap of her hands at your proposal, you assume you've played the right cards... for now.

ooi. ONE.

oii. TWO.

iii. THREE.

oiv. FOUR.

navi. mlist.

#. . . 🖋️ zhng’s prose #keita x reader #terazono keita #terazono keita x reader #evnne x reader #evnne #evnne fluff #evnne imagines #keita evnne #evnne keita x reader #boys planet x reader #bp999 x reader

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mzwraum · 7 months

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Ok, so here’s my idea for a RWRB sequel (just really need to share this with the void right now):

Given that the main focus of RWRB 1 was Henry’s struggles, I think it’d make sense to shift to Alex in RWRB 2.

We still have them moving in with each other and I think logically, Henry would abdicate eventually (given how often he speaks about his role as prince with disdain), but that would be just the sideplot.

The main plot would be Alex’ struggle - the chip on his shoulder we already saw in the first movie. He comes from a working class background and he wants to make a difference in politics. But he’s not working class anymore, is he? As his dad pointed out, he is now rich, has lived in a palace, and is the child of the most powerful person in the country. And he’s in a relationship with a literal prince. From a certain point of view, he has become part of the establishment. As a politician, he is similar to the Kennedys and the Bushes and all those other political families.

But he also isn’t. His ancestors didn’t come over on the Mayflower, he didn’t go to the Rockefeller‘s garden parties and stuff. He‘s still uncomfortable in fancy surroundings, by people looking down on his working class background, and all the ostentatious parties. While he does hate the extravagance and wastefulness displayed by the upper classes, deep down he‘s also a bit embarrassed and out of his comfort zone when surrounded by them.

Offense has always been his best defense, of course, and he doesn’t want to lose sight of where he comes from and of his ideals, so he ends up repelling some very important people who could have helped him a lot with his campaign - people whose support he really needs, just by the way the system works. Alex doesn’t want to believe that he needs them and just sees all of them as evil and with bad intentions. At the same time, the voter base he wants to represent and serve - the working class - believes he’s too far removed from them. Maybe they even flock towards Alex‘ opponent, who actually comes from LOTS of generational wealth money and catches voters with plain, incendiary phrases.

So Alex struggles, with his own place in the world and his position, with what’s good and bad, and with who he‘s doing all of this for. With Henry as the epitome of institutional wealth and power, he has someone who can prove his point about social justice, but also someone that he can learn from (how do rich people do things, how do they influence things, and how can you work with and against that, and how can you best disarm them and beat them at their own game). His own experience and his family are the counter-point in terms of the working class experience of all that, maybe in combination with a childhood friend or the lime.

In the end, Alex has to figure out how HE will do things as a politician, how he will act and who he will work with and how. I think that would work quite well.

Also, there would be a TON of fluff, domesticity and so many cuddles. Duh.

#rwrbmovie #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb sequel #alex x henry #henry x alex

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slocumjoe · 1 month

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Not to harken back to the Nick Valentine quest post but one point you made really struck home for me - that Eddie was effectively already dead. It made the whole quest feel dead as well. Whats the point? I understand the human aspect, still wanting someone dead out of rage even if theyre no longer doing harm, but, come on, the name of the series is fallout. The ongoing violent aftermath of tragedy, how the harm and damage lingers like (or sometimes literally being) radiation. How much more powerful a quest would it have been if Nick had thought there was no point to it at all - that Eddie was dead and the past was burried but part of him just couldnt let go, and would you mind indulging an old private dick in a dusty old mystery? And THEN they find out that Eddie (or his legacy or his wealth or weapons being passed on to the next asshole or something) WAS doing active harm to people 200 years later, and that examining the past wasnt pointless because the past shaped their future and we can never move on without holding ourselves accountable for it. I just. Idk. Theres a lot of potential all of it wasted

i've had this one in my inbox for so long and never really found the words to respond to it, but I'm posting it now as a followup to my last post because this is pretty much my problem with that quest in general. So much of fo4 is riffing on the past and history and its really aggravating once you notice how much of it is just "this thing happened x amount of years ago, and I'm real sad about it"

#the plot of the game was resolved sixty years ago. you never find your baby you find a grody old man #like. can anything happen CURRENTLY. that isnt blowing up a faction #you just blow them up over shit that happened years ago like come on man

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