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#such good leaders and rulers and i want them to be close friends who always contact each other for politics and change

harmoonix · 9 months

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🐚✨Mystique Astrology Observations 🐚✨

✨Mermaids Songcord✨

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❤️⚠️ Long Post + Some asteroid Observations ⚠️🐚

🐚 - Water in big 3 (Sun, Moon or Rising) indicates being a very intuitive and spiritual person. Someone who can be gifted spiritually and physically

🐚 - Asteroid Psyche (16) in water signs are ethereal, they are so romantic, sweet, kind and lovely. They can be extremely nurturing aswell and can possess healing powers (when it comes to they soul)

🐚 - Venus in water signs experience romance at a very deeply level. They want to connect and feel everything, they want to feel their partners 100% close to them, they need safety in them

🐚 - Lacking Water Element in your birth chart usually means someone who can be more logical than emotional, someone who might not be that spiritual or someone who is using their brain more than their heart in situations

🐚 - Sun in the 12th house or Sun at Pisces Degrees (12°, 24°) can be attracted to mysticism, magic, mistery since they were kids. The native is usually born with a curiosity in this side

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🐚 - Love it can always feel more intense for those who have Pluto - Venus aspects, they are also becoming clingy very fast and attached to their partners and vice versa

🐚 - North Node in a water sign usually indicates a life dedicated to spiritually and self growth, someone who can be a balance between spirituality and the real world

🐚 - Asteroid Sirene [1009] in water signs can use their emotions to be more fatale, seductive, attractive to others. You can also manipulate people with the emotions you have

🐚 - Moon - Mercury aspects have such lovely voices, very cute and very childish - like, also their voices might sound younger or lighter

🐚 - Vesta [4] in water signs cannot help but just trying to find their own soul purpose in this life, this placement indicates someone creative, artistic, spiritual and with a deep desire for finding true love

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🐚 - Neptune aspecting Moon can give mermaid vibes, is their aura and energy, someone very empathic and kind, someone pure

🐚 - Moon prominent in your chart (Moon aspecting Sun, Rising, Venus, Mercury, Mars) makes the native to be sensitive, emotional, fragile, just like a little deer baby. Which is perfectly fine to be like that, is your soul nature

🐚 - Moon in Water Signs can feel more connected to water sources, river, sea, ocean, lakes etc, can be a therapy for them and used as healing

🐚 - Neptune - Ascendant/Neptune - Sun aspects can often be with their head in clouds, somehow the natives are always thinking to something

🐚 - Sun in Sagittarius/Sun at Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°) are honestly the best people to hang out with, they have a good humour, good stories to tell about, can be very supportive and extremely friendly or social

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🐚 - Scorpio Risings are very intense and challenging, those natives can be really loyal and good friends to keep around. They don't like to hurt people so they can be extremely protective of their loved ones

🐚 - Libra Risings are so beautiful, it makes sense because their ruler planet is Venus but they are really born with an unique beauty in them

🐚 - Capricorn Risings are extremely kind people. They love to share and to be around those who have a good mood/vibe. Someone very peaceful and who prefers to stay out of drama and focusing on themselves

🐚 - Aries Risings are natural born leaders. They love to rule, to be dominant, fierce, on top and they like competition pretty much. I swear is always ride or die with them

🐚 - Moon in the 9th house or Moon in the 9th house degrees (9°. 21°) have a deep respect for other cultures, traditions and people. They love to learn about new things everyday because that's what it gives them adrenaline + Is a very powerful house to have the moon here

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🐚 - Moon in the 2nd house or Moon at 2nd house degrees (2°, 14°,26°) can have a certain aesthetic and beauty in them, they can have a very gorgeous body and light like to wear a lot of jewels

🐚 - Moon in the 3rd house or Moon at 3rd house degrees (3°, 15°,27°) are having gorgeous pretty voices, someone with a very good voice. These people might be good at voice acting because their voice might be pretty unique

🐚 - Aphrodite Asteroid [1388] in Venusian degrees (2°, 7°, 14°, 19°, 26°) Aphrodite feels like home here and loves it, the native can be blessed with talents and beauty. Someone who can be aslo extremely appealing

🐚 - Aphrodite Asteroid [1388] in the 5th house loves having fun, going out, partying, i feel like Lady Aphrodite would love this house so much. Is also the house of sex and the native can be pretty hypersexual

🐚 - Aphrodite Asteroid [1388] in the 6th house can have really gorgeous bodies, extremely talented, perfectionist, always positive and moody sometimes with their own feelings. The people around you can find you pretty and attractive

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🐚 - Aphrodite [1388] - Pluto aspects can possess an threatening vibe, (not dangerous) just someone with a very intense energy and who can easily find people being jealous on them

🐚 - Libra and Taurus Moons have gorgeous eyes. They are sooo pretty for sure with this Venus charm who makes them attractive

🐚 - Lilith - Moon aspects are classified as one of the most intense aspects to have in a birth chart. This energy can often be felt as Lilith herself trying to help the native to get their own power

🐚 - Vesta [4] in harsh aspects with Venus makes the native to be distracted for pleasure. This aspects are meant to create harmony and beauty but are often distracted by their lust or pleasure (Your soul mission is to find true love)

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🐚 - Asteroid Psyche [16] prominent in a chart symbolizes the capacity for psychic sensitivity to the mind and feelings of another person

Psyche in Air Signs - Psyche feels like home when she is in an air sign,here the native can be gifted with spiritual gifts

Psyche in Water Signs - Psyche feels a good sensation for her, something that will bring empathy and harmony

Psyche in Fire signs - Psyche has control over everything and feels fierce and confident, strong with a good sense of living the life

Psyche in Earth Signs - Psyche is good at manifesting here. She can manifest and achieve with her mind and goals

🐚 - Psyche [16] - aspecting Chiron indicates abilities in psychic healing and emotions/soul

🐚 - Psyche [16] - in synastry with Eros [433] brings an soulmate connection with that type of person

🐚 - Psyche [16] - aspecting Uranus can be see in the future. Having prophetic dreams and often manifesting deja-vu

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🐚❤️ Love the aesthetics I made with this post 😍🤌🏼 + making new observations about one of my new fav asteroids Psyche 🤌🏼❤️ Last 2 photos are from a different universe 🤭🤭🤭❤️

❤️🐚 Love y'all, hope you have a good day and be blessed with a light and warm energy ❤️🐚

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stellarsagittarius · 7 months

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👶✨️ 5th House: Your Children in Astrology✨️👶

[PS. Personal readings are open. If you wanna book one, check out the pinned post on my blog 💕🙏.]

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The fifth house in astrology is associated with creativity, pleasure and children. It's also the house of good fortune, basically all the good and fun things in life that excites your inner child.

By looking at our fifth house we can understand how our children are like or how they are going to be like in the future when we have them.

What to look for:

For this, check your 5th House, and it's ruling planet. Then check what sign the ruling planet is in, then check what that sign is ruled by.

For example, I have Aries 5th House (Aries is ruled by Mars). My Mars is in Pisces. Pisces is ruled by Jupiter, therefore my two children significators are Mars and Jupiter. So I will read about Aries, Pisces, but also pay close attention to Scorpio and Sagittarius. Since these four signs are most likely to be present in the big three of my children, and along with that, Aries, specifically (my fifth house sign) will tell me about their core personalities.

Here are the signs and their rulers:

1. Aries/Scorpio - Mars

2. Taurus/Libra - Venus

3. Gemini/Virgo - Mercury

4. Cancer - Moon

5. Leo - Sun

6. Sagittarius/Pisces - Jupiter

7. Capricorn/Aquarius - Saturn

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(You can scroll and read about your signs but I have included a few examples of the people I have studied so far. You are welcome to read that for cool insights, if not, then your welcome to skip it.)

Kris Jenner - Capricorn 5th House (Saturn), Saturn is in Scorpio (Ruled by Mars). Therefore her children are going to have Mars or Saturn in their big three.

Robert Kardashian - Taurus 5th House (Venus), Venus in Aquarius (Ruled by Saturn). Children going to have Saturn and Venus.

Caitlyn/Bruce Jenner - Pisces 5th House (Jupiter), Jupiter in Capricorn (Ruled by Saturn). His kids gonna have Jupiter or Saturn in their big three.

Kris and Robert's children (Saturn, Venus or Mars ruled):

Kourtney Kardashian (Capricorn Moon, Aries Sun, Mars and Mercury) - Saturn and Mars

Kim Kardashian (Libra Sun, Saturn, Jupiter) - Venus (she has Jupiter ruled Rising and Moon, but her natal Jupiter is closely conjunct her natal Saturn!)

Khloe Kardashian (Aquarius rising, Saturn in Scorpio) - Saturn and Mars

Rob Kardashian (Aquarius rising, Libra Moon) - Saturn and Venus

Kris and Caitlyn/Bruce's children (Saturn, Jupiter or Mars ruled):

Kendall Jenner (Aries Rising and Moon, Scorpio Sun) Mars

Kylie Jenner (Capricorn Rising, Scorpio Moon) Saturn and Mars

Aries 5th House

Your children are likely to be robust and full of energy. These children are the ones who cannot be tied to one particular thing. They will need constant change in the scenery or simply a lot of hobbies that keep their high energy going. These kids grow up to be the leaders and independent individuals, due to their pioneering personalities. As kids, they are likely to take charge of their activities and would want to go into something with full force. They are also likely to be very impulsive and might ask super unfiltered questions. If they like something, they are going in. They won't wait or sit around imagining or thinking anything. So yes, even though these kids need to be monitored 24/7 as toddlers, you can always give them hobbies so that you can catch a breath! Due to their unwavering levels of energy, with proper attention from you and practical knowledge given to them, they will learn how to stay safe and stand up for themselves. Also, these kids are likely to be the ones who stand up for their friends and the things/facts they truly care about. Going to give their arguments with full passion. Give them a proper schedule so that they can direct their endless levels of energies in a meaningful way. Engaging in high energy sports is one of the best ways to keep them smiling and enjoying their time.

Taurus in 5th House

When Taurus graces the 5th House, your children embody the essence of stability and determination. Taureans are the sturdy oak trees of the zodiac, rooted in their interests and pursuits. These kids possess an unwavering dedication to their chosen activities, and once they find something they love, they are in it for the long haul. Persistence is their key attribute. Expect them to gravitate towards hobbies that yield tangible results, such as art, music, or gardening, where they can witness their progress over time. Their creative endeavors may not be as fast-paced or flashy as some others kids, but they carry an enduring quality that promises long-term growth and achievement. However, it's important to note that their Taurean stubbornness can occasionally manifest when they refuse to budge from their chosen path. These kids are likely gonna do good when you give them a solid system to follow for their everyday activities, so that they can move ahead while sustaining their energy and not getting frustrated with things not working out while going about their day. Engage in practical hobbies with them such as baking or gardening or dancing, and you will see them effortlessly making use of their five senses.

Gemini in 5th House

Your children are going to be the epitome of curiosity. They are akin to butterflies, fluttering from one interest to another with remarkable agility. These youngsters thrive in environments that stimulate their ever-active minds. Books, puzzles, and social interactions are their playgrounds of choice, where they can indulge their need for learning. It's a common sight to see them exploring various hobbies and activities, switching from one to another just as quickly as well. Their unending curiosity translates into a constant stream of questions, so be prepared to keep up with their intellectual inquiries and try to engage in productive discussions with them. These little whirlwinds of energy are constantly questioning everything. While fire sign kids play war and chase, earth sign kids play cooking and shopping, and water sign kids love to bond with their friends first and foremost, air sign kids, especially Gemini, will pretend to sip tea and gossip about everything with their friends. Make sure they have an environment that supports their need for information, and not suffocate them by shutting them off. And don't fabricate anything.. they will always find out somehow. They have their sources, lmfao (I can confirm, I was a Gemini kid.)

Cancer 5th House

Alright, buckle up because we're talking about the super receptive and moody sign, and these kiddos are an emotional rollercoaster, but adorable nonetheless. Your little ones are like a sea of feelings, and they're not afraid to let you know it. These children are basically walking heart emojis. They'll laugh with you, cry with you, and sometimes, you won't even know why they're crying, but they will. Expect a whole lot of nurturing going on. These kids are the caretakers of their playgroup. They'll make sure everyone has a band-aid and a hug when they fall down. They've got this natural motherly or fatherly vibe, even if they're just kids themselves. Don't be surprised if they're a bit attached to you as parents. As toddlers, they are the type to want to sleep in your bed longer than you'd like or cling to your leg when you drop them off at school. It's their way of saying, "I love you, don't leave me!" But don't worry; they'll grow out of it, eventually. Creativity is where they shine, and they'll put their heart and soul into any artistic endeavor. Give them some crayons and watch them create a masterpiece or give them a musical instrument, and they'll compose a symphony of emotions. They value the warmth of their home and their parents, so make sure to be their rock whenever they need you.

Leo 5th House

These kids are born to be stars, in their own amazing way. These little lions are all about the spotlight. From the moment they can talk, they'll demand your attention, and they're going to get it one way or another. Cause they are just amazing. Expect your living room to be their personal stage. They'll put on shows, dress up in crazy costumes, and they'll insist on being the one in charge of everything. They are also very creative, so you will see them experimenting in all the hobbies they take up. You'll hear them say, "Look at me!" a lot, and trust me you won't have a choice. In their early stages, you need to give them encouragement for whatever they do, no matter how silly it is, as it will bring out their natural confidence. These kids believe they can conquer the world, and they'll make sure you know it. Encourage their creativity, and they'll thrive. Drama, dance, art – they'll excel in anything that lets them express themselves. But don't mistake their fiery spirit for being bossy. They're natural leaders, and also very caring. These kids have a heart of pure gold, and they like it when they can make other smile because of them. Plus, they're fiercely loyal. If their buddies are in trouble, these kiddos will charge to the rescue, cape and all. Make sure you don't, directly or indirectly, dim their lights by not appreciating them for who they are or imposing yourself onto them too much.

Virgo 5th House

Get ready for some organized chaos because Virgo in the 5th House means you've got some seriously detail-oriented kids on your hands. These little ones have a knack for spotting the tiniest speck of dust in a room and a love for having everything in order. They're the kids who'll color-code their crayons and arrange their toys by size and type. Expect them to correct your grammar and tell you when you've missed a spot while cleaning. But hey, it's all in the name of perfection! They may not be the most outwardly expressive, but their love is in the details so that they can create a good functional space for things. They also have a natural caregiving tendency so you will catch them being quite gentle with a lot of things. They'll show you they care by helping out, whether it's folding laundry or picking up after themselves without being asked. Their creative streak leans toward precision – think intricate drawings, meticulous crafts, and carefully crafted stories. They'll analyze everything before making a move, so don't expect them to jump into things without a plan. Always try to give them practical knowledge of things around the house or even outside the house. When things are looking right to them they will be super fun, but when they see something not going the way they want, they can become very nagging and picky.

Libra 5th House

These kids bring an essence of charm into your life. These kids are little diplomats in the making, smoothing out conflicts with clever words. Blessed with an amazing ability for judging situations and people, you might find them giving side-eyes quite often when they don't like something. They've got a strong sense of fairness and justice, so you will always find them measuring if whatever you are giving to their siblings and themselves is equal in quantity or not. They'll say, "That's not fair!" more times than you can count, because they are kids and kids deserve all the love in the world. But same goes for others, if they see someone getting less than them, they will start to feel charitable. Creativity is their jam, and they'll love anything that allows them to express their artistic side. A thing for fashion and beauty is also running in them all the time. They'll shine in group activities. These kiddos have an innate desire to make everyone around them happy, and they're excellent at reading people through the way people express their likes and dislikes. They'll be the first to offer a kind word when someone's feeling down. Decision-making might take a while. They'll weigh every option meticulously, trying to find the perfect balance. Don't rush them; it's all part of their quest for equilibrium and beauty in everything they do.

Scorpio 5th House

You've got some seriously passionate and mysterious kids on your hands. These little Scorpios are the tiny inspectors, always digging for the truth, even if it's hidden in the most obscure places. They're not the ones to share their feelings openly with anyone, but their emotions run very deep. As toddlers and babies they are going to be extremely attached to you (their primary care-givers) and will be fiercely loyal as well. (I have a 3 year old Scorpio sun, Cancer rising cousin and he is so possessive over his mama's belongings, lmao). You'll need to be a mind reader to understand what's going on beneath the surface. And don't be surprised if they give you that knowing look, as if they've seen the secrets of the universe. Creativity for them is all about delving into all things mysterious. They'll explore the depths of their imagination fearlessly. These kids are fiercely loyal to their friends and family. If someone messes with a person they care about, they better watch out because these kids got a sting that can rival an actual scorpion's. They'll defend their loved ones with a passion that's both admirable and a little scary. Make sure you respect their need for closeness, because these kids won't likely intermingle and be super social with just anyone they meet. But these kids are also very kind and have a good spot for being emphatic to other people.

Sagittarius 5th House

These kids bring a WILD sense of adventure and curiosity into your family. They are little explorers, always asking, "What's next?" Creativity for them is all about freedom. They'll love to write, draw, or dance, but it has to be on their terms. Don't be surprised if they're unconventional and experimental in their artistic pursuits. These kiddos are truth-seekers, and they'll question everything. Expect lots of "Why?" and "How?" questions. Expose them to meaningful art or hobbies, and they will have a stable ground to construct their life upon. You can always teach them things, but they will have to actually live that experience to know what the lesson truly is. So never ever hold them back. They're on a quest for knowledge, and they won't stop until they've satisfied their curiosity (which is probably never gonna happen, lol). Independence is their core quality. As parents, you'll have to give them room to spread their wings and explore the world on their terms. They'll make mistakes along the way, but that's how they learn and grow. So allow them to ask and develop their own belief system over time. Give them practical knowledge so they can know how to navigate the world, because a lot of Sagittarians tend to be a bit detached from material pursuits. The best advice is to grow with them. Teach them but also learn from them. And give them plenty of love too, because they aren't as emotionally expressive, so you may never know.

Capricorn in 5th House

These kids are mini-adults from day one, and they've got their eyes set on climbing the ladder of success, even if it's a ladder made of Legos. They'll be the ones who organize their toys into a meticulously planned system, complete with spreadsheets and color-coded charts. These little Capricorns are all about structure and discipline, and they'll thrive on routine. Creativity for them is a bit more serious. They'll lean toward traditional arts like painting or music, and they'll take it very seriously. Expect to see them practicing their instrument or perfecting their art skills with a lot of dedication. When they have their eyes set on something, they are going to give everything to achieve it, so you have to be aware that they aren't getting frustrated or overly obsessed over a result. Responsibility is their middle name. These kids are the ones who'll do little tasks over the house and make sure everyone's on time for things. Don't be surprised if they're a bit reserved with their emotions. They're not big on grand displays of affection, but they'll show their love through actions. They'll be there to support you and their friends when it matters most. As parents, you'll need to encourage their creativity while also allowing them to have some fun. They can be a bit too serious at times, so don't forget to let them be kids and enjoy the simpler things in life. Allow them to discover a purpose that will help them direct their energy in a more meaningful and long term way.

Aquarius in 5th House

Get ready for some quirky and independent parenting because Aquarius kids means you've got some unique and unconventional personalities on your hands. These Aquarian kids are little rebels with a cause. Creativity for them knows no boundaries as well. They'll invent their own games, create fantastical worlds, and challenge the norms of art and expression. You can expect some avant-garde masterpieces and out-of-this-world ideas. These are super independence kids. They'll want to do things their own way, and they'll question authority like it's a sport. These kids are natural inventors and innovators and they'll tinker with gadgets, build contraptions, and dream up solutions to problems you didn't even know existed. Encourage their curiosity, and who knows what they might create. Emotionally, they can be a bit detached at times. They're not the most touchy-feely, but they'll show their love by being there for you and their friends when it really matters. They've got a humanitarian streak and will stand up for what's right. And ususally, they won't be taking a no for an answer. As parents, you'll need to give them the freedom to explore their ideas and express themselves in their own unique way. They're not ones to follow the crowd, and that's a good thing because they're here to change the world. Believe in them and appreciate their unique nature, it will encourage their confidence a lot.

Pisces in 5th House

These kids are like living fairy tales. Creativity is their superpower. They'll spend hours lost in their own little world, drawing, painting, or writing stories that transport you to magical realms. With these kids, the key is to become an imaginative child yourself. Encourage their artistic pursuits, and you'll be amazed at what they create. Emotions run deep for these little Pisceans. They're incredibly empathetic and sensitive, so be prepared for them to pick up on your feelings and offer a shoulder to cry on, even if they're just kids. They're natural storytellers, and they'll spin elaborate tales with vivid imagination. Bedtime stories will be an adventure, and they'll have an uncanny ability to make even the most ordinary events sound enchanting. They are also very adventurous, having this curious nature for whatever they have their eyes on. These kids are the ones who rescue injured animals and bring home stray cats. They've got a heart as big as the ocean, and they'll want to help anyone in need. Teach them to channel their compassion in positive ways. As parents, you'll need to provide a nurturing and supportive environment for their creativity to flourish. They might be a bit disorganized, so help them find ways to stay grounded and focused. They are often very kind natured and empathetic kids, so always teach them the importance of boundaries and consent.

Stay tuned for more astrology content. Thanks for reading 🏹✨️!

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olenvasynyt · 2 months

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Why I don't like Vassien

People always say that Lucien blushing when he mentions Vassa is proof that he is in love with her. He is also relaxed around her, laughs with her and listens to her with a smile on his face.

Chapter 80 of ACOWAR: Vassa still remained inside, chatting with Lucien animatedly…Lucien, surprisingly, was chuckling, his shoulders loose and his head angled while he listened.

Chapter 18 of ACOFAS: “I think he'd have been crowned king by now if it weren't for Vassa." A twitch of his lips, a spark in that russet eye.

The second quote can immediately be dismissed because the spark is not hinting at love or a mating bond like some people imply, it’s used to describe a character knowing something. Because a spark is seen in Amarantha’s eye when Rhys kisses Feyre and Rhys later explains that that is when Amarantha knew he liked Feyre.

Chapter 42 of ACOTAR: Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha…but something sparked in the queen’s eyes as she looked at Rhysand. Amarantha’s whore, they’d called him.

Chapter 54 of ACOMAF: Amarantha saw that jealousy. She saw me kissing you to hide the evidence, but she saw why. For the first time, she saw why. So that night after I left you, I had to…service her.

In SJMs works, a spark in a person’s eyes is a spark of recognition, not a spark of love, imo.

Lucien does like Vassa. As a friend. And as a leader he wants to follow. Because with the blushing: he was blushing in ACOFAS because he was talking about another female around Elain and he didn't want her to think he has feelings for someone else.

Feyre acknowledges how loyal he is to his mate:

Chapter 5 of ACOWAR: I asked Lucien to escort me, and he’d been more than happy to do so, given his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.

And Lucien asks Feyre not to tell Elain about him completing the Rite with Ianthe.

Chapter 3 of ACOWAR: “I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court. I went of my own free will. And we completed the Rite.” “Please don’t tell Elain,” he said. “When we—when we find her again,” he amended.

The dude was fucking SAed and his first thought is Elain.

Chapter 9 of ACOWAR: “I was obligated to preform the Rite,” Lucien snapped. “That night wasn’t the product of desire, believe me.” “We had fun, you and I.” “I’m a mated male now.”

He is "a mated male now". He is oyal to his mate, and his mate only.

Lucien is loyal and the idea that he and Vassa are / could be a thing is dismissing that, and it also dismisses who Vassa is. Because Lucien is not only loyal to his mate, but also to people he believes are good rulers.

Mor and Cassian talk about Lucien having some biases because he hangs out in the Human Lands in the band of exiles.

Chapter 4 of ACOSF: “Lucien can’t entirely be trusted anymore…Even with Elain, he’s become close with Jurian and Vassa. He’s voluntarily living with them these days, and not just as an emissary. As their friend.” He’s spent months helping them sort out the politics of who rules Prythian’s slice of the human lands,” Cassian said slowly, “So Lucien can’t be unbiased in reporting to us on Vassa.”

I think Lucien talks highly of Vassa, not only because he’s her friend, but because he admires her as a ruler. If we are going to apply that logic of a person thinking highly of someone as proof they are attracted to them, then Cassian is also attracted to Rhys because he thinks and talks about him highly and he is also very biased.

And Vassa is a leader / co-member of the Band of Exiles so they are friends. Him laughing with her and enjoying her company was something we see between him and Feyre in ACOTAR.

"But Lucien laughs so that means he loves her!" No, it means he finally has true friends, people he relates to and enjoys the company of.

Another reason why I do not like the idea of Vassien being a thing is people say that Vassien will be Lucien's HEA and he deserves to be with someone who loves him, but the huge thing here is: Vassa is human, he is Fae. She will die centuries before him, and Lucien will be back to living alone, knowing that his mate is still out there. How is that a happy ending?

And the solution people make is Vassa will be turned into Fae, but this is taking away some key points of Vassa's character.

Chapter 18 of ACOFAS: I had not forgotten her plea to me that night after the last battle with Hybern. To break the curse that kept her human by night, firebird by day. A once-proud queen—still proud, yes, but desperate to reclaim her freedom. Her human body. Her kingdom.

Those last two points: human body and kingdom.

Her becoming Fae would ruin her being a human queen, especially when we think about the fact that Lucien being the heir to the Day Court will be a big part of his character. If Vassa is turned into a Fae, would she go be with them and abandon her role as queen of the human lands? Or would she and Lucien be separated, and she would be Fae queen of the human lands and Lucien High Lord of the Day Court?

Vassien has absolutely no appeal for me. And if I'm being honest, it's a ship because people want Lucien out of the way and this is the happiest story they can come up with for him, despite it going against his character, Vassa's character, and SJM's writing.

#pro elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #vassa acotar #anti vassien

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Hello (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) can I request self aware au with a player that has a photographic memory basically remembering anything such as what was in their friends meal last month so when a character says " oh I hate this and that" player just goes " oh I know you mentioned that a few months ago " character is just somewhat shocked cause that was just something they mentioned in passing and so they start thinking they must be worth something to their grace if they can remember such small details about them ! But then they realize they are not the only person their grace has blessed with a small amount of their memory and somehow everywhere they look its all red

With Lilia, malleus, and jade

I'm sorry if I'm being too specific ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Thank you and have a great week (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, death, religion, blood, obsession, possessiveness

Jade Leech/Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge-Player who has a photographic memory

With a dorm leader like Azul having this kind of memory would be like living the dream

Never forgetting something the businessman said, not having to worry too much about forgetting something.... you get what I mean, right?

But I also don't think that he would be too surprised if he found out you have that kind of memory

After all, some places see you even as a God so he was ready for everything when you appeared in their world

But here we are, Jade having tears in his eyes whilst you hold out a very hard to come by mushroom

This is one of the few moments the eel would be lost for words

“Wh-Ho-What?” “You mentioned you had never seen it and wanted to.” “O-oh... really”

Now, don't mistake this for him not being thankful but this is the first time someone has ever remembered such a minor detail about him that he mentioned once

And that one time he was frustrated about that customer and mumbled “God I wish I could @$&%+# them” to himself thinking that no one was listening to you said months later “Yeah, they made you pretty angry back then”

This hat stand is impressed, ok?

Now imagine, this danger noodle overhears a conversation between you and another student, you also mentioned a detail they said months ago

As I said, he went full “I expect everything from you” since the beginning

But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt

So what does he do? Let you spend time with your other friends? Making even more fond memories with them?

Haha good joke, good joke but no. You know, I saw you spending an awful lot of time with Jade these few weeks. What about the other? Ok...

If he folks your memory only with moments he is present that would also mean that he is always present in some way in your life, even when he is not there. Oh that one time that Heartslabyul student got close to you and the next day he brewed something with that poisonous mushroom, that student never seen again alive? What a funny coincidence. Don't think too much about it.

Here we have a fire spitting lizard who has been raised upon the logic that you, yes you, are a God

So what higer honor is there than to be remembered by your grace?

And since we are not on Twitch I can say this here: SIMP

So, it was a sunny day, the birds were chirping and a certain future ruler is screaming into his pillow

Oh why that last part? Well you just told him that you always listened to him when he was going on and on about gargoyles and even listed a huge chunk of facts

This is his living dream! The Overseer is thinking high enough about him to remember details that he mentioned

Sebek always talking about him isn’t helping either

Now you are a walking encyclopedia about our dear Fae over here

And believe me, that is not the best thing considering that our fellow immortal over there already has an inflated, although pretty unnoticed, ego

And now he finds out that he is not special to you, that you remember so much about everyone

He should have known better, should have expected that such a higher being like you would not see anybody in a special light

But then, why does it hurt so much?

Why does it feel like he wants everybody to disappears so that only he can leave an impression on your memories?

Now, of course he isn’t allowed to do that, and you would hate him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t limit your contact to the outside world

Don’t worry about getting sleepy all of sudden

He just wants you only to have memories of him and what better way to make sure no one interferes than making your dream of only him?

Now what could go wrong with such a fine general who is so kind to worship you to bits?

Actually, a lot

Lilia thinks, if we are being honest, very highly of himself, having aged like fine wine and all of that

But even fine wine isn't always to everyone's taste (and I think that this one is one of those)

So here we are, giving our most favorite Fae version of pressed aged grape juice a game he has been thinking of getting

The fact that you bought the limited edition doesn't make it any better

You see, Lilia would even worship the ground you walk on even if you were to hate him with a passion that rivals thousands of suns

And now you are even remembering he once mumbled whilst passing by

“Oh Overseer! This humble servant of yours is always at your service, with or without a present from you!” “Ok Lilia... you can stand up now...”

But let's not dwell too long on the happy parts of this (this is a yandere au after all)

One day he was just walking down the Hallway, his day being wonderful...

And then he choose war

Why? Well he noticed that you remembered exactly as much about the others when you said to an Octavinelle student that they mentioned that months ago, a privilege he thought only he had

Will he rip them in two in front of your eyes? No

He isn't uncultured and leads you out of the room, then the ripping can start

And boy must he be having fun because all you hear is his laughter

After that it's safe to say that no one other than him and his little family approach you

So why not make fond memories with them? And only them. Wouldn't want to make Lilia being a bit too much like his younger self again, right?

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would it be random if i just info dumped on this rare pair ship i've been obsessed with..?

eh ima do it anyways-

fair warning it could be like ooc or inaccurate this is just kinda my take on how it would work kinda making my own au for it ig ANYWAYS-

Transformers starrod dynamic?? :

-both under the shadows of previous leaders

-both had some type of admiration/ idolization/ slight infatuation with megatron that both ended up in disappointment and slight heartbreak, it wasn't love no it was a crush but both seemed to end on the most disappointing note on megatrons side

-could possibly get together under the demands/influence of peers/society since rodimus is a prime and starscream is now leader of cybertron, could be arranged

-use each other for their own self benefits and pleasure (complicated toxic yuri)

-”it's complicated” it really is but also isn't, their relationship is their own business

-everyone tells rodimus starscream is using him and ‘seducing/brainwashing’ him and that he's only going to break his heart. rodimus isn't stupid he knows but he also knows starscream would never do that (or at least has some hope)

-everyone tells starscream he's wrong for being with rodimus and to leave the prime alone or whatever but the seeker knows what he knows even if their relationship is complicated he's not going to let someone who doesn't know the true meaning of their relationship get to him (or at least tries to)

-maybe the mistress of flame has some significance… (idk her she just sounds important and relevant especially with rodimus)

-everyone wanted them together but their close friends (rodimus's) want them apart, starscream has had his fair share of “talks”of interrogation trying to get him to share his “true intent” with the prime (honestly it's an insult to him and his past trine)

- maybe they're still together out of pure spite?

-people may still try to act all sleezy around rodimus thinking it's all an act and fake. starscream still proves even after the war his talons are sharper than ever.

-jealous. starscream? jealous? of megatron? ha. don't make him laugh. yet his glare that could strike fear in most was pointed directly at the ex-decepticon leader. more specifically at the hand that was placed on a certain flame colored bots shoulder. no his wings didn't twitch in agitation. you've seen wrong, you don't understand how wing cant works.. and certainly the tiny spike of annoyance you felt in his field was just a figment of your imagination… yeah official meetings are certainly awkward, best to not interact with either of the pair…

-rodimus lives under the constant shadow of optimus wherever he goes people think he’s immature and naive when he is not, he acts like he doesn’t hear the jokes and whispers but he is no idiot everyone thinks he is and optimus does nothing but prove that

-i feel like their relationship as hot rod and optimus went from father and son like to disappointment and underestimation after he became Rodimus Prime

- seeing megatron with Optimus hurt them both. as a form of betrayal on rodimus’s end and as a form of anger for starscream. betrayal because he had trusted megatron with his troubles of never being good as the optimus prime. anger because no matter what happens even if that war is over megatron will always get his way. he gets his prime.

-the war is over but their idolized leaders had left a mess in their hands. now it’s their job to fix it. but hey. they’re happy together now, they’re proof everyone is at peace.

-”they think you're an idiot. they think you're naïve.”

“and they think you're not fit to be a ruler. they think you're selfish.”

“they think. and do you believe them?”

“do you..?”

“i know what i know, and i know how to prove them wrong.”

(i mean if anyone wanted to write for this concept don't let me stop you if anything pleases tag me cuz i crave content for these two😍 i love how complicated they are)

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 4 months

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(Open Rp) Helluva boss X Hazbin hotel in "The Tale of Inferno Fox"

In the beginning, Long before Lucifer and other 6 deadly sinners.. There was a True Rulers of hell is the inferno Foxes That rules hell..and as always too... They were once settlers whom was called "Fire Foxes"...They Discovered the burning barrens of Flames and lava..but then one day..The Leader of the Fire Foxes was Saphira's 100th great grandmother who Discovered the Blue Flames which gives Her the Mighty powers and become the most Dangerous demons known To any supernatural beings..called "The Mystic Eternal Inferno Fox"..She Became the Ruler of now Hell...and for generations..They Discovers Imps ,Demons, Goetias and even hell hounds as well..They all been treated with compassion and all..until One day..Saphira's great great Grandmother Created the 7 Rings Of hell by her own 7 tails..so that way..7 deadly sins can rule one each rings for others to enjoy...and then...The last one..was her grandmother..who decided to make a throne for lucifer to rule..But..As the True ruler of hell..Lucifer is ruled under the Royal inferno fox and paid them respect...angels..who is Mutual with the inferno fox and became close allies as well...and then..Went down to Saphira Lorraina Fox..who is The Heir of the Inferno Fox throne..Everyone in hell knew about it..but Sinners...Did Not.. But outside of the rings of hell..the firey mountains..is the kingdom of the Inferno Foxes..and Now..saphira awaken from her slumbers..as she sees her imp servant and she said* oh Good morning.." Imp maid: "Good Morning your Majesty, Your breakfast is ready" Saph:" Oh thank you" She gets up..and wears the robe and began to head to the dining hall..and began to eat breakfast and said" My dear maid, any reports?" Then the maid said," Well Your majesty, Your Goetia friend Stolas Will be Visiting you today For a meetings." Saph:"hmm..I heard what happen to him..Divorce stella..well..thats for the best for him..That Woman is Nothing but trouble..She almost Kill my good friend..and cause treason..When I see that wench again! I'll!-" Maid: "want hot chocolate your majesty?" Saph:"Oh of course, Thank you so much..Phew..hot chocolate is my good coffee.. So, try make some Cookies and Moon tea to prepare for the meetings" Maid;" of course your majesty." They bows..and she got dressed into a nice Royal Clothes..and she sits down on the throne as she sighs...until..she hears the Door Knocking. Saph: "Enter please" Then..it was Stolas..She smiles..as He said...

#Open rp #Romance #Drama #Hazbin hotel #Helluva boss

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benefactordreams · 4 days

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can you tell me a bit about lady lavender?

Lady Lavender is the villain of the story, the tyrant leader of the Deerlings. I don't quite remember how I came up with the plot, but me and my friend talked a lot abt how to execute the “tyrant leader” role she plays in a good way. Actually one of my favorite villains I've made like omgggg

She was chosen as the leader from the gods above (the first leaders of the Deerlings) after Last Leafs (leader before Lady Lavender) ruling was over (after 250 years). They have to give up the necklace they were given to give them some needed magic (only if needed) to help rule the society but that's ALSO a whole other topic I'll elaborate on how leaders are chosen if you want me to <33 they also get the title of “Lady” or “Sir” infront of their names when chosen as leader

OK NOW WITH SOME CONTEXT OUT OF THE WAY!! Lady Lavender was an average Deerling before she was chosen, lower in the ranks of the hierarchy (which the Deerlings don't rlly acknowledge much) and liked gardening and helping other Deerlings. I think me and my friend had decided that she did have moments where she was an iffy person but when she was chosen to be leader, she became corrupt in a way??

The idea of the power she had now as she held the necklace in her hands was like “omg.. I'm stronger now....” or smth like that. Here's what I wrote in the Google doc abt her —

Lady Lavender is the ruler in this time, a tyrant ruler. She has long, dark hair and tan skin with round, soft blue eyes. She was always described as a person who was kind and cared for her family and those close, but she had her moments. Though when she was chosen to be a ruler, she realized just how much power she had now and decided to use that power for whatever she wishes, good or bad, and manipulate the people by seeming to care for them and doing small things, but the actions have empty meaning.

I love her sm.. I don't have much developed abt her but I will eventually!! I also will post the thing I wrote for her abt what I talked abt here if you're interested devil (and others ofc)

#💭 — ⌗dreams answers . ♪ᝰ #—benefactor devil . ♪#— deerlings dreams . ♪#—lady lavender #the image I have of her in my head is also very pretty #she looks like a very gentle Deerling #If that makes sense.. misleading appearance!!#I love answering these questions hehe :33

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florbelles · 4 months

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cw flops thoughts under the cut (this is a joke)

there is no universe where i could viably justify sile in-character letting him go through with the ascention because she has already lost literally everyone EXCEPT for those currently around her (nessa included she's with them by then) she's ever been close to and so the second she even gets a vague "lol btw you'll be destroyed" inkling she is going to shut that the fuck down absolutely not (would love to claim it's because she has a moral interest here but she does not) BUT

gnashing my teeth over that lowkey bc yeah yeah good for her this bitch actually wins and gets her Good Ending for once in her long long existence (sorry baby) and yes that warms my cold cold heart and if i think too long about the fact that this is the only life where she is fighting tooth and nail to live instead of a determination to take the world down with her i'll have a fucking meltdown but i am who i am so naturally what i spend my time thinking about instead is that she would never be able to stay with ascendedstarion as a partner she would not be who she is if she was someone who could live with that imbalance in a relationship (she would not want it in reversed roles either at this stage in her life, hashtag growth) so while she would stay his ally and sort-of friend once he has his three days of sulking because morality has never been the obstacle for her there and she and minthy probably still sneak into his parties for the next few decades (if i decide to metagame and just say Uh They Assumed She Was Dead and call it a day since it wouldn't occur to sile to leave anyone alive on purpose which i. probably will i will allow myself SOME indulgences) that would be that on that but!! while that's not their Canon End and it's not her canon #Winning end i 1) think their dynamic would be objectively fucking hilarious and 2) it's still kind of. a good ending for her in the way that her actual ending is because look on paper playing consort and seizing power and control dot mp3 was always MEANT to be her future that's quite literally what she was raised for and trained for and the endgame of her life as essentially a glorified courtesan before her family fell and no she never wanted that for herself. no she's never been good at sitting still no she's never been good at doing what she's told and while she's an excellent leader she is too intemperate to be an excellent ruler and she has always known that she NEVER wanted that constraint but she also always knew it was realistically what was in store for her in spite of all of her small rebellions and public scandals of self-sabotage. and maybe maybe maybe if she stands still long enough to hear her inner voice creep up (she has spent the last decade doing her very best not to give it the chance) maybe it wasn't mercy or pragmatism or compliance that led her to take the blade her father handed her and slaughter them. maybe she already knew she'd never finish it and turn it on herself because maybe this was the only way she could ever actually live the life she wanted maybe it was the only way she could ever escape her fate and maybe her sort-of uncle did her the greatest service anyone ever would when he led that coup. and now she's not that nineteen year old girl anymore she's not a spoiled noble brat anymore she's been the one in control now for ten fucking years and she is never giving that up for anyone or anything so she looks at the life she was meant for with whatever is left of her best friend and says no i won't do this for you i won't be this again. haha. :)

(obvs Bad Ending~~ or whatever would be she does cave and she does become exactly what she was always meant to be and fate came and swallowed her whole Even After Everything and she's the beautiful woman with everything and nothing again, now eternal, which also holds its appeal for my diabolical self but that's a character choice she would never make AFTER a character choice she would never make so. very far removed from anything i could viably do without betraying her characterization integrity)

but again this is all for naught because she actually just Wins and Gets Everything She Wants in this life. enjoy the rest of your human lifespan. bitch

#me on days i have deadlines like but what about my sile analysis of a scenario that would never actually happen #gif of woman pacing talking excitedly to herself

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thedecepticonstrueleader · 1 year

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✏Personally I run a multiverse Starscream blog+ Auish stuff welcome if my respective rp partner wants it/is open to it ( must be thoroughly talked about first hand though). But here are some basics on my own takes:

If shipping is even a possibility, he is only interested in mech No shade to those who see otherwise, but I just can't personally see him being interested in femmes beyond Nightbird pegging him LMFAO and even then it would be difficult to actually get close to him on a intimate level beyond a good frag or using his affections as a means of manipulation unless it's one of those plots where he is trying to change for the better as I do at times wish to see him get the MTMTE Megatron treatment.

G1/IDW: would be the ruler ( more like playing political games instead of actually leading) of Cybertron, and much like the three years he got to lead the Decepticons during the time Megatron was kept on life support, that isn't going too well and the issues are never ending. Due to that and his ever-declining mental health, he has picked up drinking really bad again. He will grow extremely paranoid as time goes on ( or may very well already be depending when the role-play takes place). Starscream is a user and will do whatever is deemed necessary to get his way, that's what everyone expects from him after all.

Behind closed doors he wallows in self pity and self loathsomeness. He's lonely and scared to let anyone close to him. The closest thing he has to a "friend" is his Bumblebee hallucination.

His feeling towards Megatron are extremely complex. He hates that mech with a burning passion but it wasn't always that way once upon a time ( mainly around the Megaton origins era) which only fuels his fire ( this could also probably apply to all other Starscream's other than Shattered Glass as well.) The two may have even been Conjunxed depending on AU

Mine keeps the periodically changing bodies and that can even be seen in his Holomatter if there is ever reason for use of one. I'm also open to role-plays set during: pre-war, during down to even the prince! Starscream Au.

Shattered glass: The ever loyal second-in-command and science guy of Megatron, who constantly peppers his sentences with (genuine and effusive) admiration for his dear leader. Starscream is his commander's greatest advocate.Even when Megatron has lost faith in himself, Starscream is there to support him. He still cares for his old "friend"*insert and they were roomates meme here* and science colleague Jetfire, even as their paths have put them against each other. This Star is honestly the Ultimate mother hen ( Even the Autobots will try to nab him just to feel cared about.)

Earthspark: Currently as I am writing this there really isn't much on him in this verse other than he had been captured and imprisoned by G.H.O.S.T. But with this being a show about second chances, I do hope he gets his Redemption Arc(and I wish to play him as his ever as devious self to that Redemption Arc). An Au type thing to that or even it's own thing is kinda Suicide squad based, where he had be captured and as a second chance at freedom, Starscream has a chip implanted in him and is forced to help round up fellow Decepticons.

✨Now this isn't all the verses, but writing these was a lot of work x.x So I'm going to take a break for now.✨

#verses Aus and Headcanons

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gatekeeper-watchman · 11 months

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Daily Devotionals for June 19, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 19:4-9(KJV): 4 Wealth maketh many friends; but the poor is separated from their neighbor. 5 A false witness shall not be unpunished, and he that speaketh lies shall not escape. 6 Many will entreat the favor of the prince: and every man is a friend to him that giveth gifts. 7 All the brethren of the poor do hate him: how much more do his friends go far from him? he pursueth them with words, yet they are wanting to him. 8 He that getteth wisdom loveth his soul: he that keepeth understanding shall find good. 9 A false witness shall not be unpunished, and he that speaketh lies shall perish. Proverbs 19:4-9(NIV): 4 Wealth brings many friends, but a poor man's friend deserts him. 5 A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who pours out lies will not go free. 6 Many curry favor with a ruler, and everyone is the friend of a man who gives gifts. 7 A poor man is shunned by all his relatives --how much more do his friends avoid him! Though he pursues them with pleading, they are nowhere to be found. 8 He who gets wisdom loves his soul; he who cherishes understanding prospers. 9 A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who pours out lies will perish.

Thought for the Day

Verse 4 - People with wealth or high status will always be sought for their favors; therefore, they have many "friends." On the other hand, the poor are avoided since they have nothing to give. Many worldly friendships are superficial and based on selfishness. If a man suddenly becomes poor and can no longer afford to do the things he previously did with his friends, they desert him. A true friend loves and values you for who you are, and he remains your friend even when adversity strikes. Jesus is like that. He is always there for us no matter what we are going through. "A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity" (Proverbs 17:17).

Verse 5-6 - Many seek favors from a prince. Those who fawn upon a ruler for his favor are not people of conviction but of greed. They will support his agenda, good or bad, so long as the ruler prospers. Some rulers (or leaders) readily give valuable gifts, such as positions of authority in the government, to buy the support of powerful people and strengthen their rule. This is true of people and leaders in all types of government.

Verse 7 - The slothful poor man is shunned because he constantly needs money and help, but never works for it. The poor man who is not slothful is avoided for different reasons. Even if he does not ask for help, those who are close to him know that he needs it. Some may be unable to help; others may not want to help, but all avoid him so they will not feel an obligation to help. If he is out of sight, he is out of mind; and they do not feel guilty for not helping him. We are not to avoid a relative who becomes poor, but we ought to give as the Lord directs us to give. If He does not direct us to help with money, we can help in other ways, such as simply being a friend who listens and prays.

Verse 8 - The secret to overcoming poverty is by walking in God's wisdom. The poor people need Biblical teaching, or they will remain poor and unproductive. Since all the treasures of wisdom are in Jesus (Colossians 2:2-3), we must first point people to Him. The Lord will give them an understanding of His principles that will help them overcome poverty.

Verses 9 - Our judicial systems set stern punishments for those who lie under oath. A false witness will not escape punishment. "Thou shalt not raise a false report: put not thine hand with the wicked to be an unrighteous witness" (Exodus 23:1).

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear Father, thank You for leading us in Your paths of righteousness. Lord, I know as we seek You, you will give us the answers we need so that we might prosper and be in good health. Lord, we need strength and health to be able to serve You and help others. Thank you for prosperity so that we can give to help those who are poor and needy. Show us the people we need to help. Give us prayers for the lost, hurting, and needy. Prayers just cost us our time. Let us be willing to take the time to pray, give, and reach out to others. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

From: Steven P. Miller, @ParkermillerQ, Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups Monday, June 19, 2023, Jacksonville, Florida., Duval County, USA. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA, https://www.facebook.com/StevenParkerMillerQ Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956, Twitter: @GatekeeperWatchman1, @ParkermillerQ, https://twitter.com/StevenPMiller6 Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/gatekeeperwatchman, https://www.tumblr.com/gatekeeper-watchman, https://www.pinterest.com/GatekeeperWatchman1/ #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller, #Eldermiller1981

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cherryeol04 · 1 year

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Action! | Ch. 15

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 648

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Walking through the store, Adrian sighed, staring at the apparel that greeted him.

"Why did we come to this store?" Ren asked as he stood next to the older male of the recently new group Love Defenders.

"I don't know. You said you wanted to talk, so I thought ‘why not going shopping’?" Adrian asked and smiled. Seemed like a logical idea to the brunette at the time.

"Yeah, but when I said that, I thought we would go to a cafe or something.” Ren grumbled as he followed the leader down an aisle.

"What? Are you trying to mooch off your hyung?" He teased, glancing back at the blonde. At least he had the decency to blush.

"No. I just thought it would be more private."

Adrian glanced around the empty shop. They were the only two people in the shop, with the exception of the store owner. This was private. And they would be able to hear each other better when whispering.

"I think it's a good place to talk." Adrian commented. Stopping in front of a shirt rack, he stared at the different colors. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

There was silence between the two males for a long while. Adrian shuffles through the shirts, taking some out to examine them before putting them back.

"We'll," the slightly timid voice spoke. Adrian turned then, staring down at the dongsae as the other stared at the wall next to them. "How did you know you were...well, you know."

Adrian raised a brow at that. "Know what? That I'm sexy, talented, going to be the ruler of the world one day?" He teased. He smiled as it brought laughter from Ren. He sighed, knowing what Ren meant though.

When he first became an idol, he certainly didn't let his sexuality stop him. He was one of the biggest skinshippers in the industry. And the company found out in a hurry that being gay didn't hurt one's career, because that's really what the fans wanted for some strange reason. He never openly admitted to be gay to the public though. Just to close friends. He felt honesty was more important between friends than appearances.

"You want to know how I knew I was gay." The question was soft, quiet. A private one that no other ears but theirs needed to hear.

"Yeah. Were there any signs or something?" Ren asked. It was Adrian's turn to laugh.

"Ren-shii, it's not a disease. There are no symptoms. It doesn't happen out of the blue." He said, heaving a heavy sigh. "Well, it can seem like it comes out of the blue, but when you think back on it, you can always remember times when you're like 'oh he's hot' or 'I really wish I could be her and kiss him', things like that."

"But, isn't that weird?" Ren asked confused. Adrian could tell the other was so curious, wanting to be open, but at the same time he was fighting himself for what he knew, what he had been taught. Korean culture was much more conservative than the American culture that Adrian was from. This really was new for the blonde.

"For some, maybe. But Ren, this is who I am. I can't change that, no matter how many people wish that I could. And really, it shouldn't matter if I like girls or guys. It doesn't change who I am.

And if people can't like me for who I am, then I don't need them as friends. “He told him and smiled.

It took a while, but the words seemed to sink in for Ren. Adrian thought the biggest thing for anyone who was faced with the possibility of coming to terms with their sexual preference was to remember that those who really cared about you would always remain your friend, gay or not.

"And you're happy?" Ren asked.

Adrian laughed and slid an arm over the other's shoulder. "Ren, I think we need to go to that cafe." He said and led the other from the shop.

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smokeclan-oc · 1 year

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Colddust - large white tom with pale eyes

Family: Rubbleclaw (father), Swancreek (mother), too many siblings to list Gender / Sexuality: Tom / demiexual Personality: brave, quick to help, maybe a little too excited to fight, but hed never start a fight for no reason, he just isnt that passive, probably would say “you wanna take this conversation outside?” A lot. Backstory: Colddust was an apprentice on his warrior assessment when he was near the Smokeclan border and heard a cry out for help. The warrior who was watching him lost track of the large apprentice, finding him moments later in a locked battle with some rogues on the side of Smokeclan. He saved the life of the deputy, much to the thankfulness of his young daughter, the medicine cat. Colddust (then Coldpaw) had fulfilled a prophecy she had witnessed moons ago. From rubble will come a cold wind to change the tides and save the stream. Smokeclan offered for Coldpaw to come to Smokeclan and be named a warrior. He was a hero to their clan after all, and with his leaders approval, Coldpaw went. He was from a good breeding, and Frostclan was more than happy to offer their pure blood Frostclan warrior to Smokeclan as a hero. His father was a strong ruler, and theyd love to have someone with dual loyalties in Smokeclan. Colddust is loyal to Smokeclan though. Saving the deputy has given him a sense of protection over the clan, and he often looks to the senior warriors for direction. Like his father, he’s incredible in battle, his large paws hurt even without his claws out. Ideal Partner: the medicine cat who saw the prophecy, or another kit of the deputy who he saved, or an elder apprentice who befriends him Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

Sandystorm - pale ginger tom with long fur

Family: Yellowheart (mother), Hazelgaze (sister) Gender / Sexuality: Tom / pansexual Personality: charming, smooth talker, just does what he wants and it always somehow works out for him, like a walking demigod Backstory: One horrid bareleaf, a cold wind came from Frostclan’s mountains, and covered the entire forest in snow and ice unlike they’ve ever seen. When the clans began to starve, and herbs became scarce for the first time in some territories, Frostclan stepped up. They sent warriors to other clans to teach them how to hunt and forage in the snow, and the forest grew stronger. After this selfless act from Frostclan, the next generation of kits born after the Frost Wind were breeds of their own. Often coined with the phrase “blizzard kit” these cats just seem like out of a whole new book. Stronger, bigger, smarter, faster, they are prime warriors. More resilient than most, the clans believe this is due to the kits being mixed blood, the frostclan warriors spreading their dna throughout the entire forest after offering some hunting aid to the other clans. Born to Thrushclan, his Thrushclan signature sage colored eyes show that. Sandystorm was such a tomcat in his home clan. Flirty, popular, handsome, sauve, he was such a smooth talker. He had big paws and he knew how to use them. It surprised absolutely no one when he disappears one day, to reappear claiming he had joined Smokeclan. He was just that kind of guy. Even though he wasnt sleezy, you could tell he could be, and he’s handsome enough he could get away with it. Sandystorm had been maintaining a close friendship with an apprentice from Smokeclan since he was an apprentice himself. When his now warrior friend told him his mate was pregnant, Sandystorm was so overjoyed with his friend. Realizing he’d be unable to see the kits, he realized his heart and loyalty wasnt with Thrushclan. It was with Smokeclan. He joined them shortly after becoming a warrior, and now is loving godfather to Bluekit, Snowkit, and Stormkit. Ideal Partner: the mate of his bff, like gimme a poly, i have the perfect other cat if we need it, he just gives “moms boyfriend” Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

#colddust #sandystorm #transplant warrior #warrior #smokeclan character #{ queued for your viewing pleasure }

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theminecraftbee · 3 years

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okay so. various headcanons i’ve had about pearl’s kingdom that i want to get out there:

the farming kingdom actually used to be a part of mythland, back in the day. however, the cultural disconnect between the increasingly industrial and magical mythland and the agrarian farmers of the farming kingdom lead to tension between the two groups. eventually, a mostly-bloodless revolution occurred - as it turns out, when the people revolting control all of your food, you’re willing to appease them pretty quickly. thus, the independent farming kingdom was born.

farming kingdom may be small in population but it is RICH. this is because it is the breadbasket of the twelve empires. while most of the empires are at least semi self-sustaining, the amount of fertile farmland in the farming kingdom is great and the amount of food exported from there is large.

farming kingdom is VALUABLE land because of this, and while the initial siege against mythland was a success, it was pretty obvious that whoever was in charge of their new independent state needed to be able to scare off other empires who want one of the richest lands for agriculture in the twelve empires. thus, the tradition of fighting in the land began as well. the leader is almost always traditionally someone who can display their independence to others, and it’s typical for members of the farming kingdom to have military training along with their farming skills.

pearl in general is like. canonically considered kinda scary by the other emperors. this is both because of the farming kingdom’s tradition of having their ruler be the person best able to beat any other empire in a fight, but is also because pearl in general just. loves fighting even more than most people of the farming kingdom do. and so she’s practiced. a lot. yeah no one is invading her kingdom while THAT lady’s still in charge are you kidding me -

(it helps that farmers in general have to be pretty buff to do their jobs; even if pearl HADN’T been training in warfare from a young age she’d probably be able to bench press sausage. she has though. she has been training in warfare from a young age.)

despite their roots as having split from mythland in a revolution, mythland and the farming kingdom have a pretty close relationship these days. there isn’t much bad blood between them. part of this is because pearl and sausage specifically are friends, but part of this is just that the revolution itself didn’t involve much actual blood so much as a disagreement about policy. they’re sister states, basically, and once they settled after the split, they’ve been traditionally allies in most conflicts for quite a long time.

also, despite being pretty rich, the farming kingdom is filled with the cultural attitudes of a kingdom that knows that it’s worth is found in its ability to produce food and farm. there’s a lot of pride in that being their Thing. there’s also a general, pervasive cultural attitude of “work hard all day and relax harder at night”.

there also doesn’t tend to be much by way of extravagance. the homes of those in the farming kingdom tend to be functional over pretty, but cozy. most people don’t see the need for fancy stuff when you’re just going to get it dirty later anyway.

if you want the best drinks in the empires. get them from the farming kingdom. distilleries good there.

farming kingdom seems like a pretty forgiving place but they actually hold passive-aggressive grudges like nobody’s business until you prove yourself either a hard enough worker to make up for it or not a threat.

farming kingdom tends to be a low-magic place. it’s not a place without magic, but most of its magic is used for agrarian purposes, rather than more flashy uses. practicality over impressiveness. if you want to know how to use magic to irrigate things this is the place you should go to do it.

and that’s. about all for now i just realized i had a LOT and since i’m in a pearl mood i may as well share

#empires smp #pearlescentmoon #i'll get some stuff down in a more fic-like form at some point #i just think the farming kingdom has some neat potential #so i thought i'd throw out some of my specific headcanons

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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A traitorous yandere? For example one who mask themselves as a devotee of a royal court, while they secretly plan to overthrow it. They plan to kill everyone in the royal family, but they accidentally get a lot closer to one member, become friends for example, and now they want to keep this one person alive, only them.

tw - manipulation, political sabotage, slight gaslighting, threats of violence/imprisonment, implied minor character death.

I like the idea of the darling being of royal blood, but not exactly royal. A courtier, or a knight, or a high-ranking servant loyal enough and trusted enough to be in close contact with the ruling family, their advisors, or, say, the foreign ambassador currently staying in the capital on an extended diplomatic mission. You're not wearing a crown or hosting any extravagant parties, but you're in the right place at the right time to show them to the throne room when you find them lost, wandering aimlessly around the castle's outer walls, and to translate for them when their knowledge of your language falls short, and to let them treat you to a glass of wine as reluctantly accepted repayment for keeping their introduction from getting any more embarrassing than it really had to be. It's really nothing you expect to be thanked for. You love your country and your home and its benevolent leaders, and you're always happy to share that love with anyone who shows an interest. You're new friend isn't an exception, even if some of the other courtiers are too skeptical to welcome them with open arms.

You're not that paranoid, though, and you do what you can to help them adjust. You show them what to wear to keep up with the seasonal fashion of the court, how to hunt in a way that would excite enthusiasts without repulsing onlookers with more sensitive hearts, how to speak to the royal family, which titles to use, what gifts would please the rulers they seem so eager to impress. In exchange, they treat you to fruits you've never seen before, send you flowers with unfamiliar patterns and strange scents, call for you at night and start rumors among the household staff. You trust them, enough to drink a little too much, enough to let them touch you, enough to stay when they ask you not to leave their room, tonight, just to stay until sunrise. You want them to feel welcome, even if it's been months since a courtier last spoke against them. You want them to love your home as much as you do.

Until you wake up, at least, and you can smell smoke in the air. Until you look out of their window, silk sheets still draped over your shoulders, and a flag you don't recognize is flying above the gatekeep. Until you hear your friend, your companion, the person you trusted, being addressed by a different name, bearing another insignia, wearing the crown of the monarch they swore they only wanted to serve more aptly. A 'non-violent revolution' they'll call it, later on, when you call them a liar, a traitor, a murderer, a war that doesn't need to spill blood on both sides. They'll say it's for the greater good, for the betterment of your country (still yours, as if they're not the one sitting on its throne), for benefit of its people. They'll tell you that they care for you, that there's a reason you're in their arms rather than some dark, claustrophobic dungeon. They'll say you should be thankful for their mercy, their bias, their favor.

They'll make it clear you're supposed to love them, as much as you love your country. More than you ever loved the sovereigns you helped them conspire against.

Love them, or face the same fate your precious royals did, under their dutiful care.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere theory #general

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nationalharryleague · 3 years

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Diplomacy

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers Royal AU

Word count: 12K (I may have gotten carried away)

Warnings: Parental Death, an American writing about monarchies she doesn’t understand

A/N: Hi everyone! I have been working on this one for a while and it’s by far the longest thing I’ve ever written and I am so proud of it (please be nice)!! I also made a Pinterest board with all the outfits from this if you want to check it out here!! SO SO SO much love to @meetmymouth @bfharry and @hardcandy-harry for helping me out when I needed it and being the most wonderful people in general :) As always, thank you so so much for reading!! More of my writing can be found in my masterlist and feedback/reblogs mean the world!!!

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Y/N knew from the day she could understand the concept of marriage that she would one day be married to the little prince with wild brown curls her mother always forced her to play with. She still vividly remembered the first time he told her that she was ugly and that he hated her. She was only five years old at the time.

Fortunately, she hated him just as much as he hated her. He was rude, somehow always sticky, and seemed to have no filter or manners, letting every nasty thing he could think of fall past his lips in daggers aimed at his future wife.

As they grew older, their animosity only grew, from petty to school yard quarrels to attacks on their personalities and who they were as people. Despite her pleas to her mother to be sent to a different boarding school than the one he was already attending, she was shipped off.

She studied judiciously, what was expected of every future queen, while she watched Harry meander through his schooling. He never seemed to listen in class, never studied, and seemed to only care about football and girls. She watched with jealousy and contempt as he flirted with every girl at their school, every girl except the one he knew he was to marry; while every boy in the school knew Y/N was off limits, direct orders from the crown.

It made her uncomfortable how much she disliked him. She was not a hateful person, having been trained well to treat everyone with dignity and respect, she was a princess after all. But something about Harry just got under her skin. She barely was able to control the instinctive eye roll whenever his name was mentioned and she often pretended to gag when discussing him with her friends, especially when one of them would inevitably call him ‘dreamy.’

The happiest day of her life was the day she watched him graduate, knowing she had been awarded years of peace without having to listen to his taunts or watch him flirt with everything that breathed. During those years, she flourished. She grew from a timid girl in line for power to a confident young woman preparing for the crown. She knew her country through and through, her constitution front to back, and had even begun studying Harry’s country as well. Whether she liked it or not, she knew she would have to pick up his slack in governing his kingdom eventually, she might as well be good at it.

Four more years of education at Cambridge, brought four more years of growth and being free from Harry, but the deal she had made with her mother was quickly coming to a close. As soon as she finished her education, their engagement would be made official and wedding planning would commence. While she was tempted to beg for some sort of delay or escape, she understood this was her duty. She owed this to her people, and soon to Harry’s as well; her mother was counting on her.

For the first time in too many years, she stood inside her former and future home. She remembered running through the halls of the massive palace under the ornate ceilings that now hung above her again; reality was sinking in. Through the massive wooden doors that sat in front of her, she knew her fate awaited; a fate named Harry. With a deep breath she steeled herself and smoothed the blush pink lace skirt of her dress, preparing to see the face that had haunted her for so long.

The first thing she noticed was the playful smirk that she associated so closely with his taunts from when they were children. It was the smirk that made her stomach drop; she could only imagine the nasty things that could come past those lips now. He had years to practice.

He stood confidently next to her mother, who had a bright and triumphant grin on her face. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored forest green suit, decorated with his coat of arms pin on the lapel. She wished for the vibrance of his green eyes to lessen but the tone of his suit only made them more intense than she had remembered.

“Harry,” she breathed, as diplomatically and with as much confidence as she could muster. “It’s good to see you,” she lied, reaching her hand out for him to kiss in the antiquated custom that always made her deeply uncomfortable. He delicately grasped her hand and slowly brought it to his blushed lips, the kiss lingering longer than what could have been considered friendly. His snake-like eyes locked with hers, still containing the mischievous glint she had nightmares about. She couldn’t help but notice the hysterically hopeful smile on her mother’s face as she watched them interact.

“It’s always a pleasure, your highness,” he hummed. He must have remembered how uncomfortable that title made her. She was honestly impressed at how he managed to lie and antagonize her in the first sentence he had said to her in over six years.

“Please call me Y/N,” she instructed as politely as possible.

“As you wish,” he said with a conniving smirk on his face. She had been with him no more than two minutes and she already wanted to run for her life. But this wasn’t about her, her country would need a leader soon, and unfortunately, that had to be her.

Her mother rushed over excitedly between the two, breaking the contemptuous silence that had built between them. “Oh children, it’s so nice to see you two back together again. I remember when you used to play when you were little. Always teasing, like you had the biggest crushes on each other.” ‘Teasing’ is a nice way to refer to torture, Y/N thought to herself, never daring to verbalize a thought like that.

“We did always have fun didn’t we, Y/N?” Harry asked her, a thin glaze of politeness coating his malice.

“Oh yes, we did. I still have a scar on my thigh from when you pushed me off the monkey bars.” Her tone was tight lipped and curt, her politeness beginning to give way to the verbal lashing she was dreaming of giving him.

“You’ll have to show me sometime.”

Y/N’s jaw nearly hit the ground. She knew he was a dirty good for nothing flirt, but in front of her mother? If her mother hadn't gently grasped both of their hands, she would have stomped out of the room. Her mother’s gentle touch brought her mind back to what this was all about once again.

“Harry is going to be staying with us from now on,” her mother interjected, clearly sensing the animosity between them. “Oh, and I nearly forgot! Harry, I believe you have something for Y/N, correct?”

“Of course.” He flashed his charming smiles at her poor mother, “How could I have forgotten about that?”

She watched him intently as he reached for the pocket inside his suit jacket, pulling out a small indigo colored velvet box. He opened the box with delicate hands to reveal one of the most gorgeous engagement rings Y/N had ever seen. A deep green emerald sat inside a ring of crystal clear diamond florets, all placed meticulously with care into a gold setting, the color of the velvet intensifying the emerald stone. “It was my grandmother’s,” he spoke softly, the first time she had ever heard him speak with any emotion or genuine feeling. “Before she died, she said she wanted you to have it. She was the mastermind of this arrangement afterall,” he said with a slight chuckle. “For formality’s sake,” he began with a sigh, “will you marry me?”

No, passed through Y/N’s head, but “Yes” fell from her lips. While her heart broke for herself and any chance she had of finding true love, the smile and happy tears in her mother’s eyes reminded her why she was doing all of this. She needs me to do this, Y/N thought to herself, my country is going to need a leader.

Their engagement was announced later that day by royal decree and their wedding was scheduled for the next month. There was no going back now.

The palace was in a flurry of planning and plotting for the big day. Y/N was rushed from meeting to meeting, instructed to make decisions about everything and anything she wanted for the wedding. She stared at floral arrangements until her eyes hurt and flipped through magazines looking at bridesmaid and flower girl dresses until her fingers felt like they were about to fall off. Unsurprisingly to Y/N, Harry was there for almost none of it. Although, she wasn’t exactly complaining about his absence.

He only surfaced when food or his suit was involved. In one vile incident, he arrived at the cake tasting with a wad of gum in his mouth, which was not only strictly prohibited for royals because it could be perceived as being too casual, but Y/N almost called off the entire wedding when she watched him stick chewed bubble gum to the bottom of a 200 year old handcrafted dining table.

“Were you raised by wolves?” she asked through gritted teeth while scolding him and desperately trying to remove the mess.

“Nannies, actually.” She knew by the smirk on his face that he wasn’t done with whatever antagonistic taunts that were planned to fall from his lips. “I’m pretty wild in the bedroom too, wifey.”

His crude comments were meant to hurt her and make her uncomfortable. He knew from their time in school together that she was constantly watched and kept far away from the gaze of any peaking boys, shining a spotlight on the massive double standard between the pair of future rulers. She wore a cloak of inexperience and innocence given to her against her will that embarrassed her to no end, and he knew that the easiest way to pinken her cheeks was to mention sex in any way. He aimed to fluster the poor girl and he got away with it anytime he flashed his dimples in a devilish smirk.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment and furry before she got up from the table and stormed out of the room, muttering “pick whatever fucking cake you want,” before flying down the hallway to her bedroom and slamming the door behind her.

She felt frustrated tears pricking at her eyes as she slid down the back of the heavy wooden door to the floor below her. She let the fabric of her once perfectly steamed dress crumple beneath her and before she let the floodgates of tears open, she looked down at the dainty silver watch that sat on her wrist. You have five minutes until your appointment with the dressmaker, she thought to herself. Three minutes to cry, two minutes to change into a new dress and fix your makeup.

For three minutes, she let all her anger, frustration, and heartbreak fall out of her in loud sobs that anyone on the other side of the door was sure to hear. For three minutes, she let herself feel every angry emotion she had ever felt towards Harry. For three minutes, she didn’t care about her country or her mother needing this wedding. For three minutes, she didn’t care about anything other than her hurt. But only for three minutes.

Then she wiped the tears away, picked herself up off the floor, dressed herself in her favorite navy blue dress, fixed her mascara, and pressed a cool cloth on her cheeks to quell their angry heat. And then she went to see the dressmaker.

The only joy Y/N got out of this whole ordeal was getting to see her dressmaker, Agnes. Agnes was a kind and quiet old woman who was one of the most talented people she had ever met. The pair would sit together for hours discussing styles, the only time her schedule allowed her to relax, and the woman was in the middle of crafting the gown of Y/N’s dreams. It was a lace long sleeved gown with a cathedral length train. The top portion of the lace was sheer, making a strapless neckline visible, before the delicately crafted lace moved crawled up Y/N’s neck into a high collar neckline. It was reserved, but elegant and unique; “just like you,” Agnes once said.

The first time Y/N was able to try the dress on was bittersweet. The dress was stunning and it made her feel like the princess she was, but she did shed a tear thinking about how this moment was tainted with Harry. She wouldn’t be wearing this dress while walking down the aisle to marry the love of her life, she was marrying someone she would consider an enemy.

She bowed down reverently when her mother placed a veil and tiara on her head. The tiara was encrusted with diamonds and speckled with emeralds that happened to match her engagement ring. The tiara was an heirloom and every woman in her family had worn it while getting married for the last two hundred years.

Her mother wept softly before her, a proud smile on her lips. “I’m so happy I get to see you in the wedding tiara before I go, sweetheart,” she said leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “I know you and Harry aren’t always a perfect pair and neither were your father and I, but we made you.” The queen’s eyes flashed over her face trying to take her in, “And you turned out to be my proudest achievement and the savior of a nation.”

“Thank you, Mama.” She hadn’t called her mother by that name since she was a young girl but it just felt right at that moment. She felt like a child, needing someone to take care of her while she waited for a country to fall on her shoulders.

“I will always guide you through whatever I can,” she said tenderly. “Even when I’m not here, I will always be with you.” Y/N watched as her mother’s eyes welled with more tears, excusing herself quickly before they grew more intense.

Not more than five minutes later, she heard the obnoxious whistling that she had begun to hear in her nightmares from down the hall. What she didn’t expect was for Harry to burst through the door, not only interrupting her fitting, but seeing the dress before the wedding day.

Like all members of traditional royal families, Y/N was extremely superstitious. Her heart immediately broke as she watched his eyes look her up and down, like there was a little piece of her that thought if they did everything right and didn’t break any traditional rules, maybe they would work out. What hurt her even more was that he didn’t even try to leave. He just sat down on a chair, smacking his gum, and stared at her like he was doing nothing wrong. Her eyes were still filled with tears from the emotional moment with her mother and they continued to flow, no longer out of love, but out of anger and frustration.

“Agnes,” Y/N finally spoke, voice cracking as she tried to hold back her tears, “will you excuse us for a moment?”

“Yes, your highness,” Agnes took delicate steps backwards like she was expecting a bomb to go off, before turning around and scurrying out of the room. Her instincts were correct, because at that moment, Y/N exploded.

“What did I ever do to you Harry?” she questioned angrily. “Why are you so determined to absolutely ruin my life? It’s bad enough that I am having an arranged marriage, not even one that I have the tiniest bit of say in.” She watched Harry’s eyes grow wide, like he had never expected her to stand up to him. “I have spent my entire life being watched and guarded, and avoided by every man I’ve ever gotten close to because I was already claimed by someone who wanted nothing to do with me.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had raised her voice like this at someone; she wasn’t sure if she ever had before. “You can’t even pretend that you like me or that we won't be miserable for our entire lives.”

“Y/N, I don’t want this either,” he spoke after a moment of silence, the quiet only broken by Y/N’s heaving breath. “Why can’t you just calm down?”

“Why can’t I calm down?” she repeated. “Maybe because my country is looking to me to become it’s queen. I can’t give myself to my people when I am worrying about you and your incompetence. You may not become king in your country for another 30 years; you have time to learn and grow into a ruler because you’re in my monarchy and you get to learn here first. You’re playing king with my people. Millions of people rely on us the second I am crowned and you act like your irresponsibility doesn’t have far reaching consequences.”

“I’ll be perfectly fine,” he spat back at her, rolling his eyes with his arms crossed in front of himself as he sat back in the chair. “I can’t believe I have to marry you and into this family.”

Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut. She was stuck with this man for the rest of her life and here he was, disrespecting her, her people, and her family. “Get out,” she said under her breath. When he didn’t move from his seat, she began to yell once again, “Get out! I mean it!” She dropped her voice once again, and spoke more seriously than she ever had before. “I have never hated anymore more than I hate you, Harry. I am doing all of this because I love my country and my people, but I want you to know, I will never be happy because of you.”

For a moment, through her tears, it looked like he had been hurt because of her words, but he was gone from the room before she could confirm it.

She fell to her knees on the dress platform, surrounded by the piles of pure white fabric. She was a perfectly dressed ball of furry and sobs, angry at the world and her predicament. Leaning over and putting her head in her hands, she felt the tiara as it began to slip off her head, falling into her lap.

Y/N picked up the tiara, using gentle reverent hands, examining it closely. The tiara represented the monarchy and every female ruler in her family that had come before her. It shined and dazzled in the bright lights of the room, its crystal clear and emerald stones reflecting multi colored light onto the crisp white of the dress below her. “I’m doing this for you,” she whispered quietly to the tiara like it could answer, tears still silently rolling down her face.

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They didn’t speak again for almost a week. They communicated solely through their royal secretaries, sending the poor men back and forth with angry messages, almost gossiping about what was happening with each member of the pair when they returned to the sender. Y/N hated Harry, Harry hated Y/N; the same sentiment sent back and forth over and over. The two were driving fast towards a brick wall, and the brick wall was their wedding.

When she woke up one morning about a week before their nuptials, there was a small envelope sitting on the ground like it had been slid underneath her bedroom door. We have to talk, was all it read. It was not lost on her that the stationary had a small olive branch illustrated onto the page.

Later that afternoon, they met in the garden. It felt like a neutral place to talk, the palace obviously being her territory. She had worn a casual flowing white dress, like she was raising a white flag; and she carefully walked with a mug of black coffee, a peace offering of sorts, careful not to get any of the dark liquid on the fabric of her dress.

She found him along a bed of purple Hyacinths, their sweet perfume enveloping them both, sitting on the soft ground dressed in the most casual clothes she had ever seen him in. He was wearing a simple lilac button up and a pair of jeans. He seemed more approachable this way, without the tailoring and the coat of arms that always sat on his lapel. The golden highlights in his curls came out in the sun and his tanned skin seemed to glow. He held a rose colored leather bound notebook in his hands.

“Hi,” she said softly, a sharp contrast to her screaming the last time they spoke. “I brought you a coffee. The nice ladies in the kitchen say you take it black.” The corners of his mouth turned up slightly and he gave her a friendly but unenthusiastic smile.

“Thank you,” he breathed, as she handed him the hot mug.

“Can I sit?”

“I’m not in charge of you,” he mumbled into the cup taking a sip. It wasn’t until she noticed how his eyebrow shot up and how his eyes had a playful gleam in them, that her offence washed away. “Of course, you can sit down.”

“What’s the book for?” she asked gently once she settled on the ground a safe distance away from him. She decided a few grass stains were worth being on speaking terms with the man she was supposed to marry.

“Um, it’s actually for you.” He reached over and placed the book in her hands. She ran her hands over her initials that had been embossed onto the leather cover. “I’ve been meaning to give it to you for a while,” he said quietly, “I remember you used to write a lot when we were in school together. I thought you would like it.” She felt a confusing mixture of thankfulness for the book, guilt for her outburst, and all the frustration that she still held towards him.

“Thank you, Harry. That was really thoughtful of you.”

A silence hung among them, neither of them sure of the next steps this conversation had to take.

“Can we talk?” Harry asked, finally breaking the tension between the pair.

“Yes, please,” she answered just as quickly as he had asked.

“I wanted to apologize for interrupting your fitting like that. I didn’t know all the traditions meant so much to you and I never meant to make you so upset.” She had never heard Harry apologize before, to anyone else, and definitely not to her.

Before that moment, she had always thought of him as an impenetrable force, wondering if there even was a soul or a conscience in his body. But here he was, vulnerability and all, offering an olive branch and an apology.

“Thank you,” she said cautiously, wading into the almost friendly waters she had never been in with him. “I’m sorry for screaming at you like that. I said some very hurtful things to you.”

“So have I.”

“I want you to know that I don’t hate you and I shouldn’t have said I did. But, I don’t necessarily like you either, Harry,” she said, deciding now was the time they needed to open the line of communication. One of them would eventually combust if they continued on with their hatred like this. “You have tortured me since we were little kids and it’s going to take me some time for me to get over that.” She watched as he nodded his head along with her words, seeming to listen intently.

“I feel like that is also something I should apologize for. No offence, but I didn’t want to get married to you either- still don’t, but I was much more of a dick about it then,” he let out a light laugh, flashing one of his famous dimples before releasing a sigh. “I took out not having control of my life out on you and I’m sorry.” She never thought she would receive validation for all the hurt he put her through for so long.

“Listen, we are getting married as part of a diplomatic partnership,” she began, “I feel like we should at least act diplomatic towards each other.”

“Does that mean that we have to be friends?”

“Definitely not. Just not enemies.”

“I think I can do that, wifey.”

***

The next week passed in a surprisingly civil blur for them both. Y/N was still in the throws of getting ready for a wedding and Harry was off doing whatever Harry usually did. She didn’t expect him to be doing much but she was just glad he was out of her hair. But when they did run into each other, usually at some sort of meeting surrounding the menu, they had a new found respect for the other.

The pair hadn’t been fighting which was nice for a change, even though it did raise some eyebrows in both of their staff. At her final dress fitting two days before the wedding Agnes had asked her if she was ready to be a married woman. “Absolutely not,” Y/N had laughed, “but it’s my responsibility to my people and my country. I have lived the most privileged life imaginable up until this point, it’s time for me to begin my duties.”

“You’re a good girl, your highness. You’re going to make a great queen when the time comes. Even with a husband you may have to wrangle sometimes.” She ended her compliments with a giggle as she zipped Y/N into the dress, and she felt her heart warm. Agnes placed the final touches of the veil and tiara on top of her head, giving her a nod of permission to finally look at herself in the mirror.

The dress fit her like a glove. The delicate lace ran the expanse of the dress, starting at the very back of her immensely long train and crawling its way all the way to Y/N’s throat, and the fitted top half gave way to a full ball gown skirt. Y/N’s eyes followed the intricate lace patterns down her arm, eyes eventually landing on her hand and the ring that sat upon it. For the first time since it had begun to sit on her ring finger, she didn’t want to throw it across the room in frustration. It really was gorgeous and the tiny inkling of respect she had for Harry now made it much less painful to look at.

Staring at the mirror, she noticed the blurring of her vision and the wetness on her cheeks.

“I really am getting married, aren’t I?” she asked with a disbelieving laugh.

“Yes you are, your highness.” Agnes looked up at her through her thick lensed glasses with a proud smile on her face. “Now, let’s get you out of this contraption so you can go rest up for the big day.” Anges’ skilled hands freed Y/N from the beautiful layers of fabric and tulle and sent her on her way back to her bedroom.

Y/N was finally almost asleep in the early hours of the morning when she heard a gentle and almost timid knock on her door. She could have ignored it, rolled back over and let her dreams take her, but for some reason it felt important for her to get out of bed and answer the door. Her bare feet hit the cold wood floors and she tip-toed her way to the door.

When she grabbed the knob to open it, she heard a familiar voice say “don’t open the door! I don’t think I’m supposed to see you,” in a hurried and hushed tone.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” His voice was gravelly with exhaustion and had an apprehensive, almost nervous quality she had never heard from him before.

“Why are you here?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.” He said it so softly she wouldn’t have been able to hear him if her ear wasn’t pressed up against the doorway. The sentiment brought a smile to her lips and she wasn’t completely sure why. She was quiet for a moment, deciding if she wanted to turn him away or not when she heard him sarcastically ask, “What? I’m not allowed to talk to my wife?”

“I’m not your wife yet,” she reminded him with a tired chuckle. “But we can talk,” she assured him. “I’m going to sit down, okay? My legs are tired from my heels all day.” She kneeled down and leaned herself up against the hard wooden door.

She had been in this same position only a few weeks before, angry at the world and wanting to kill the man on the other side of it; but here she was, speaking to him willingly, even joking with him. She listened close as his own body rested against the floor and leaned on the opposite side, mirroring her own position.

“Those heels really hurt, don’t they?” he asked, voice still hushed. If she wasn’t so tired, she might have even said she heard a smile in his voice.

“Yeah, they are like little death traps for your feet and legs.” He let out a small laugh on the other side and her lips pulled into a smile that she hadn’t given them permission for.

“How many pairs do you have? You always match your dress to your shoes so you must have a ton.”

She was gradually learning that he was much more observant than she had originally thought. He apparently wasn’t the dumb boy that she remembered from school anymore.

“Too many,” she said with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. “I’m wearing my favorites tomorrow.”

“And which ones are those?”

“They’re white, obviously; they have to match,” she smiled. “They have a green gem at the toes. They match the tiara I’ll be wearing.” She stopped for a moment before continuing on. “And your grandmother’s ring.” She played with the gold band that sat on her ring finger, still somehow dazzling in the very limited light of her dark room. “Thank you, by the way. It’s gorgeous.”

“You’re welcome. She wanted you to have it.”

“Did she really?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said confidently on the other side of the door. She imagined him nodding along with his words to emphasize his point, as he often did while speaking. “She kept tabs on you while we were growing up. She was always talking about how smart you seemed and that you would be a good queen one day. If I didn’t know better, I would say she liked you more than me growing up.” Y/N felt her cheeks heat up with the information. She was flattered by his grandmother’s opinion of her, but her heart also ached for Harry.

“I’m sure that's not true.”

“I think it was. I was always screwing up in one way or another; always creating messes that her and my parents had to clean up.” He paused for a moment and she heard him let out a long sigh. “Always running around with other girls and making the one I was supposed to marry feel like shit.”

She wished she could see his face. She wished that she could get a read on his emotions. But there was, literally and figuratively, a wall between them.

“Y/N,” she heard his voice squeak out through a voice crack, “I really am sorry for everything I’ve done to you.”

“I know. I forgive you, Harry.”

Saying those four words, lifted a weight she didn’t know she had been carrying off her shoulders. This moment felt like an absolution, a time to wipe their long and complicated slate clean. There was no better time for them to start anew than the night before they began the next chapter of their lives. But this chapter would be together, as a pair and a team.

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry too, Harry. I know this all had to happen so fast so I could take the throne, but I know you thought you had more time. I thought I did too.”

“What do you mean? Why did it have to happen so fast?” he asked.

First, Y/N was confused. There was a very obvious answer. Then her heart began to break for him. He wasn’t ready at all for what was coming. No one must have told him.

“Harry,” she said softly, “Do you know about my mother?”

“What do you mean?” From the tone in his voice, she knew he genuinely didn’t know.

“My mom-” she began gently, swallowing the lump in her throat that always appeared when she began to talk about this, “My mom is dying, Harry.” She heard a soft gasp through the door before she went on. “She’s been sick for a while, but things are getting really bad. Her doctors think she only has a couple weeks left.”

She listened to his breathing stop, like his mouth was hung open searching for something to say. He was quiet for a few moments before he landed on what seemed like the only thing he had said over and over these last few weeks, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m here for you if you need to talk about all of this.”

His offer was not lost on her. The idea of Harry being someone she could confide in was a new one, but one that she would consider.

“It’s okay.” She choked out, wiping a few stray tears that had found their way out, off her cheeks. “I have had enough time to come to terms with it. But in our archaic constitution,” she said with a biting distaste in her voice, “a woman cannot become the sovereign of the country if she isn't married. That’s why this all had to happen so fast.”

“I see.”

The pair were quiet, both curled up on opposite sides of the wall; simultaneously experiencing a unique type of loneliness that only the other could understand. In less than 12 hours, they would be married, linked by an oath that neither of them had signed up for, in circumstances with responsibilities that neither of them were ready to handle.

“Harry,” she peeped, breaking a silence that hung heavy over them both, “you should go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

She listened through the door to the rustling of him getting up off the floor beside her. “You should get some sleep too.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“So will I. I’ll see you at the altar, wifey.”

She let out a strangled laugh at the nickname he had adopted for her, her throat still tight from crying. She listened to his foot falls until they disappeared down the hallway before she mustered the strength to drag herself back to bed. Her staff was on strict orders from the wedding planner to have her woken up at 8 to begin getting ready and she wanted to get some rest before the sun came up.

And like clockwork, her curtains were thrown wide open at 8 am, sunlight blinding her as she woke up. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to her rude awakening, but soon she could make out the bustling room around her. Hair stylists, makeup artists, bridesmaids, flower girls, her mother, and some lady with an ear piece and a clip board fluttered about her bedroom with an excited chatter. Taking in the chaotic scene, it really hit her. Holy shit, I’m getting married today, she thought.

Her stomach twisted and turned in knots as the gaggle of women fawned over her, instructing her to stay still and “stop shaking” as they applied layers of makeup and fussed with her hair. Her hair was pulled into a delicately crafted low bun and her eyes were painted with neutral tones and a little bit of shimmer. Diamond and emerald earrings were threaded through her ear lobes and her fingernails were inspected to see if they needed any touch ups. Her shaky body was zipped into her dress and her feet slipped into her heels while her cathedral length veil was pinned meticulously into her hair. She was only missing one last thing.

“Your tiara, your highness,” her mother joked through the happy and proud tears welling up in her eyes. The tiara was the one last thing she needed before she was sent on her way to the cathedral. She bent down slightly, her mother delicately crowing her; when she rose, she couldn't help but grab onto her mother and hold her tight. It was hard for her not to think about the next time she would be crowned, a time when her mother wouldn’t be there to offer the guidance or support Y/N needed.

“I love you, Mama,” was all she said. It was the only reason all of this was happening. She loved her mother too much to let her down.

“I love you more, my princess,” her mother said gently, before turning away and scurrying off to do something else. Y/N tried to ignore the wince on her face when she moved too fast and the slight wheeze she made when she was speaking.

Surveying the scene around her, Y/N felt like she was about to die. Her heart was pounding hard in her ears, her palms were slick with sweat, her breathing was labored, and her chest felt tight. She had never been so overwhelmed with anxiety before. She had known today was coming her entire life, but the fact that it really was here was too much for her brain to wrap itself around.

It was like she had blacked out from fear, an hour of her life completely unaccounted for. She didn’t remember the last minute checks and touches to her hair and makeup. She didn’t remember her mother delicately resting her veil over her face. She didn’t remember getting in the car bringing her to the cathedral. She didn’t remember someone shoving a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She didn’t remember the music starting up or walking down the aisle of the giant imposing and ornate cathedral.

She was only brought back to reality when she reached the imposing altar and Harry delicately took her hand into his. His green eyes were painted with concern when he saw the worried crease between her eyebrows and the way she was chewing on her bottom lip under her sheer veil, swiping his thumb up and down her skin in an attempt to soothe her. It was the first time he had ever touched her voluntarily; it was a gentle and tender touch, full of care. She gripped back tight onto his hand, holding on for dear life as she thought over everything that was about to happen.

They were instructed to stand forward, watching the officiant as he droned on about love and duty to one’s country and spouse, but their hands stayed clasped tight onto each other, like they were being thrown into a stormy and unpredictable sea and the other’s hand was their only life line. And in a way, they were.

When they were told to turn towards each other to begin their vows, their eyes locked and she began to really look at him for the first time. She watched his plush lips closely as he recited the words fed to him from the officiant, although she didn’t hear a single word of them. Her eyes traced his strong cheekbones and landed on his adorable button nose before returning back to his eyes. She noticed the slight blue bags that sat under them, signaling he had just as much trouble sleeping as she did.

His eyes brought her a calm that she hadn’t felt in years, silently telling her that she wasn’t alone in all of this, his warm hands still holding on to hers punctuating that sentiment. There wasn’t anyone else in the massive cathedral but the pair of them anymore, just two scared kids trying to make it through the demands weighing on their shoulders together.

Shaky hands exchanged rings, her heart stopping for a moment when the ring caught and didn’t slide onto his finger gracefully. But her heart regained it’s rhythm when she heard a light chuckle coming from the man across from her, a gentle smile that was just big enough to flash a dimple at her, signaling that it would be okay.

She recited her vows without much thought, letting ‘I do,’ slip past her lips while still entranced by Harry’s intense yet comforting gaze. She watched his strong hands disconnect from hers as he lifted the lace trimming on the veil covering her face, dark lashes flickering down to her glossed lips. She let her eyes fall closed as he leaned in towards her and rested a hand on her cheek, prompted by the officiant and clapping coming from the pews, bracing herself for a feeling of disgust she hoped wouldn’t come.

He carefully connected their lips softly with a sweetness that felt gentle, tender, and caring. But there was more to the kiss than a softness, there was a respect there as well. His hand felt secure and protective on her cheek, and he pulled away with a smile after a short time, sure not to overwhelm her. The feeling of disgust in her belly that she was waiting for never came; if she didn’t know better she would say she felt an excited flutter.

They stood on the altar for a moment and just stared at each other, excited and relief filled smiles creeping into their lips, his dimples prominent. “Shall we, wifey?” Harry beamed with a sigh, extending a hand to lead her back down the aisle, now as a married woman.

“We shall, husband,” she giggled back, cheeks still a fiery red from their contact. Calling him her husband felt foreign, but not unwelcome.

Harry held her hand tight, keeping her in the moment by the warm contact. He held her hand down the aisle and all the way back to the palace, all throughout the signing of their marriage license, and all throughout the many, many photos taken of the two and their wedding party. She found comfort in his warm touch, continuing to ground her through the chaos that unfolded around them. Even when they had briefly disconnected from each other, he was always close by, only a call of his name away.

She was shocked by how careful he was around her giant dress, taking calculated steps to avoid dirtying the crisp white fabric. He was playing the role of a dutiful husband, and was seeming to enjoy it.

They spent the next hours just following orders from wedding planners, shuffled around from place to place, constantly surrounded by people. All she wanted was a moment to speak to him alone, but it seemed far out of reach.

That moment finally came in the middle of a dance floor, with hundreds of eyes staring at them as they danced. They swayed together slowly, a gentle rock to the delicate sound of strings. “Thank you for staying by me all day, Harry,” she said quietly, hoping that no one could hear them over the music.

“No need to thank me, wifey,” he said with a chuckle, his lips grazing against her ear as he spoke. She chuckled like always at the name and shook her head.

“I mean it. I don’t think I would have been able to get through all of this,” she said looking out at the crowd watching them and the giant ornately decorated ballroom they were in the center of, “if you hadn’t been by my side.”

“I quite like it, actually. I could get used to standing with you.” He said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal, while her heart just about stopped.

She wasn’t able to answer before the music slowed to a stop and they were pulled apart by their mothers and dragged off to speak to “very important” people. He seemed just as disappointed as she was when they were separated.

When they finally found each other again, Y/N had changed. She had abandoned her massive conservative skirt of tulle and lace for a creamy silk gown that she could actually move in. It was a simple a-line v-neck dress with cap sleeves, but the back held a deep V that ended at the small of her back coupled with a loosely tied bow.

The cool breeze on her back made her feel sexy. She knew she was pushing the boundaries on what was appropriate for a princess and she loved it.

“My darling, you look gorgeous,” he said, taking her hand and spinning her so he could fully take in the new dress, mindful of her tiara and trying his best not to knock it off. Her cheeks burned at his flattery, something he could surely feel when he pulled her close and pressed a delicate kiss on her cheek.

“You’re just saying that,” she said bashfully staring down at the floor, deflecting the compliment easily.

“Wifey,” he singsonged the teasing nickname that had evolved into a term of endearment. He lifted her chin to look up at him and he looked down at her with the most honest expression she had ever seen him wear. “You look beautiful. You have all day.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She spoke quietly, barely audible, unsure what to make of her husband’s compliments. He leaned in to her, layed a tender kiss on her forehead, and dragged her across the room to the dance floor.

They stayed on the dancefloor most of the night, almost always touching in some sort of way, while dancing and celebrating with their friends and family.

And Y/N was happy; a genuine type of happiness that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Obviously, this wasn’t ideal. She was now married to a man she knew virtually nothing about, who had been a sworn enemy of hers only a few days ago, and had only begun enjoying his company last night. But happiness isn’t linear, she thought to herself.

Their night had passed in a joyous and opulent blur that went late into the night; full of food, dancing, and a swimming pool's worth of champagne.

Eventually both of them were led, by dutiful staff as they were both quite drunk and couldn’t exactly be trusted to make it on their own, to their new bedroom, or bedrooms depending on who you asked. They were led into the massive room consisting of two separate suites connected by a dressing room of sorts in a cloud of giggles, finding themselves in a fit of laughter after passing a portrait in the hall of some distant ancestor who had an amusing mustache.

“Thank you for leading us back,” she said, trying to gain a sober composure to the men who had flanked them on their way back, “you can go now.” The men shared a look between themselves that seemed to say ‘someone should be watching them,’ but followed the princess’ orders anyway.

“I just can’t understand how he got it to curl like that,” Harry cackled, beginning to wheeze from his hysterics and slightly stumbling as he was doubled over.

“Maybe it was natural like your curls,” she suggested, through her giggling hiccups that she let return when their staff left the room. “I quite like your curls, ya know? I like it when you let them grow a bit.”

They were still holding hands, despite being alone in their new found privacy, no longer needing the support from the other to shield them from the pressure of looking eyes.

“Then I’ll have to grow them out a bit,” he said, a smile still beaming at her with droopy drunk eyes. He tugged on her hand softly, bringing her body into his and setting his hand on the exposed skin of the small of her back. His hands were warm and soft and in the moment, she never wanted his hand to move from that spot again. “I can’t refuse the princess’ orders.” His voice had dropped low, not to a whisper but to a soft and lazy volume that made her feel safe.

Their faces were close and she could smell his strong vanilla and sandalwood cologne coming off him that she wanted to envelop herself in. He looked back down at her with a face that was loving, but she attributed it to the alcohol in his system. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with adoration for this man who she had spent so much of her life violently hating. Admiring and adoring him was much easier on her soul than harboring the hatred that had eaten at her for so long.

“I have another order,” she spoke quietly, letting the words tumble from her lips without her usually logical brain’s permission, “I want you to kiss me. For real this time.”

His lips were on hers as soon as the words left her own. It was sloppy and sweet, but with a passion behind it that Y/N felt in her bones. Their lips moved in a drunken rhythm, with Harry’s aimless wandering hands sliding up and down the silk of her dress before resting on her waist and pulling her impossibly closer to him. Her hands found and twirled the few of Harry’s curls that remained after they had cut his hair shorter than usual for the ceremony at the base of his neck and sunk her fingers into it, pulling him further into the kiss by his hair.

It was not long before their tongues found each other and the kiss deepened into a desperate dance of gasping for breath and soft moans into each other’s mouths. Harry’s mouth left hers and began to press sloppy open mouthed kisses down her neck while fiddling with the bow at the back of her gown that would release it from her frame.

Feeling him fuss with the bow made her pounding heart shift from one of excitement, to one of panic. This was too soon, she didn’t know him well enough. She didn’t know his favorite color or any of his hobbies. She didn’t know how he liked his tea, or if he drank it at all. She didn’t even know his middle name.

Her fuzzy mind couldn’t deny how much she didn’t know about him or the anxiety that made her want to pull away from the man and run.

“Harry,” she breathed, voicing the apprehension and anxiety that had begun to rise in her chest, “please stop.” She had squeaked out the words, a mix of embarrassment and panic taking over her slightly slurred words.

His hands froze, pulling himself back quickly from her, a mix of worry and guilt on his face. “Did I do something wrong? I just thought…” he let his words drop off, his own fuzzy mind not sure of what to say either.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Her cheeks grew hot and her eyes became glassy.

She was embarrassed to admit it, but the kiss on the altar that morning was the first time she had ever had another pair of lips on her own. Her entire life she had been shielded from men with any interest in her, her affection already spoken for and claimed. No man had ever held her hand romantically, or danced with her, or kissed her with the passion Harry just had.

Harry had lived a life with freedom that she had never been granted. She remembered all the times she had watched him interact with various girlfriends at school, and remembered the shame she had felt when he had ended up on the cover of tabloids after he was photographed naked and kissing a random woman on a yacht. Every article had ended with the same line that she still knew by heart.

“The prince is arranged to marry Princess Y/N when she comes of age in an effort to unify their countries.”

They had lived very different lives, with very different freedoms up until this point. It was sexist and archaic and unfair, but she couldn’t deny the impacts it had on her while she was around Harry. Even though she couldn’t deny that she was beginning to feel something real for him and she believed that he felt the same; she didn’t fully trust him like that yet. She couldn’t.

“I’ve never done any of this before, Harry. This morning was my first kiss.” Her cheeks burned in a mixture of embarrassment and shame as she spoke the words. “I like you a lot, but today has been nerve wracking and scary enough. I just can’t add another new thing into the mix, especially that. It’s just all too much. I’m sorry.”

Her sheltered and delicate heart couldn’t even bring herself to say the word ‘sex’.

As he listened to her explanation, his features softened. They were no longer fearful that he made a mistake or crossed a boundary, but they moved into a soft and caring smile.

“Y/N, my darling,” he began in a soft and sweet voice, “come here.” He beckoned her with open arms to rest up against his chest again. She had curled her arms in front of herself, holding them close to her body, as she walked into his arms and let herself be enveloped by them while resting her head on his chest. “You are my wife now, but I think we both understand that we are not exactly in this position by choice. I would never ask you to do something you are uncomfortable with and I am sorry that I crossed a boundary.”

“Thank you,” she peeped before he continued on.

“Also, I heard that part when you said you liked me a lot,” she could hear the smirk in his voice, making her cheeks inexplicably hotter. “And I like you a lot too.”

The pair stood in that hold long enough for them to lose track of time, just resting against each other in silence, listening to the other’s breathing. The silence that enveloped them was comforting, but Harry eventually spoke again, inexplicably soft and gentle in tone.

“Y/N, I really want to try to make us work.”

“So do I, Harry.”

The pair stood together in their stillness and peaceful quiet, until she let out a small yawn.

Harry released her from his grasp and began walking around the room, opening wardrobes and dressers searching for something. He breathed a small triumphant noise when he opened a drawer, spinning around with a light pink and baby blue nightgown in his hands.

“Do you need any help getting out of your dress? Would I be allowed to help?” His face was so thoughtful, carefully navigating the boundaries she had made him aware of but not set in stone yet.

She took the nightgown from his hands and slipped it over her head, the silk dress beneath it. “I just need help untying the bow.” Her voice was still low, a quiet and delicate murmur.

His hands carefully untied the bow, turning around for modesty’s sake, only turning back around when he heard the silk hit the floor.

She had begun carefully removing the bobby pins that still held her bun together, causing them both to giggle when her hair was finally released into a giant poof of curls and hair spray.

She looked so sweet to him. This was the first time he had seen her relaxed like this, no longer in a fancy dress, heels, and her hair and makeup done to perfection. She looked like a real person to him, not a princess who would soon become queen.

He moved gingerly towards the door of her room, but not before pressing one more soft kiss to her lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, wifey.”

“Can’t wait, my husband,” she called from under the covers, watching him close the door behind him.

***

The two were sitting on a hot beach, baking in the sun when the call came.

It was day four of their honeymoon and a week after their wedding, spending their time alone together on a small island in the sun neither of them could remember the name to. It was a paradise straight out of a movie, and she swore nothing could ruin it.

They spent their days learning each other well, often joking that they should make up trivia quizzes for each other to see who knew the other best. She had learned that Harry’s eyes lit up like a child when he saw any type of animal, especially the small lizards that would run across the deck hanging off the back of their small beach house. It was also a surprise when she found out he loved to cook, whipping up a meal that could rival some of the chefs at the palace for dinner one night.

But her favorite thing she had learned about him by far, was how he sang in the shower. He had a low and melodic voice that he didn’t know traveled into the house from the outdoor shower. She would sit by the window closest to him, often pretending to write in the pink notebook he had given her in the garden, close her eyes and appreciate the man’s voice. She swore if he wasn’t a prince, he would be a singer.

In the time since their nuptials, the pair had become lovers. Always attached at the hip and sneaking kisses; they were blissfully and unstoppably becoming increasingly obsessed with the other. The word ‘love’ often played at Y/N’s lips, seeming to always be only a drink away from letting it slip out towards him.

Every day, they would walk down a short path from their house to a pristine white sand beach, picnic basket in hand, and sit. Sometimes they would sit in silence, just staring at the clear blue ocean, and other times they would talk about everything and anything that came to mind, or they would read silently next to each other. But they were always holding onto each other; sometimes it was a hand placed gently on the other’s thigh, or fingers intertwined between them.

The shrill ring of Y/N’s phone broke their fantasy while sitting on the beach on the fourth afternoon. Her heart dropped as soon as she heard it, knowing that the palace had agreed not to bother them unless the worst case scenario was happening.

She closed her eyes and braced herself, tears already threatening to breach her eyes, as she answered the phone with shaky hands. “Hello?” she choked out.

“Your highness, you need to come home.” She immediately recognized the panicked voice of her mother’s secretary on the other end. “It’s happening.”

“Okay,” she said, trying to remain as composed as possible. “We’re leaving now.”

Harry’s face held a furrowed brow and concerned eyes as she spoke. He immediately began rubbing his thumb back and forth over the back of her palm like he had done on their wedding day, but today, it did nothing to soothe her pain and anxiety.

She hung up the phone before letting out a heart wrenching cry. “We have to go home,” she sobbed. “She is dying.”

The entire journey home was silent after Y/N had composed herself on the beach.

She sat emotionless, staring straight ahead, flinching away every time Harry moved to touch her. She spoke only when absolutely necessary, but her voice brought no tone with it. She had become a shell of herself, losing the warmth behind her eyes that had begun to appear after the wedding.

She felt empty, like she had lost the ability to think, while simultaneously feeling so overwhelmed, by thoughts of her future as queen and the loss of her mother. She had become blank, inside and outside, the happiness she had begun to build for herself with Harry, melting away and leaving the hollowness of grief and dread.

It took them about twelve hours to reach the palace from the time she hung up the phone, but it wasn’t fast enough. The second she stepped out of the car, she saw the guards outside the palace dressed in their black uniforms that were reserved only for the passing of the sovereign. She closed her eyes silently, as if when she opened them up again their uniforms would turn back to their usual blue and maroon; but they didn’t, their clothing still black as night.

Her heels clicked the pavement, maintaining her immaculate posture and steely blank expression as she entered the palace, the loving man she had been excited to have a life with trailing mournfully behind her. She watched as if she was out of her body when she passed people, all now dressed in black, in the hall. They all acted the same.

First, they would give her the saddest look, silently extending their sympathies to the daughter who just lost her mother, and then bowing their heads in respect to the now reigning queen.

“I need to see my mother,” was all she said, before being led into her bedroom.

She hadn’t remembered when her father had died, too young to understand. All she could wrap her head around was that her Daddy had an accident and wasn’t coming home. But she remembered her mother’s cries, loud and earth shattering sobs that traveled up and down the hallways of the palace for all to hear.

She looked like she was just sleeping; arms peacefully crossed over her chest and eyes shut gently. But she was cold when Y/N reached for her hand. She tenderly brought her mothers hand to her lips, and pressed a final kiss to her hand, before walking blankly out of the room.

Her mother was gone. And the country fell onto her shoulders.

She heard Harry saying something as he followed close behind her. While she heard him, she didn’t process a thing he said. She stalked towards their bedroom which was unfortunately on the other side of the palace, locked in her daze. He trailed close behind her the entire way, trying to say anything that could break through to her, and stood dutifully outside the door of her side of the bedroom for an unknown amount of time after she had shut it in his face.

***

She didn’t speak, or show emotion, or allow anyone at all to touch her for three days. Only nodding or shaking her head in response to the rapid firing of questions she was asked about planning her mother’s funeral. Harry only saw glimpses of his wife, or the shell of Y/N that she had become, usually while she shut the door to her bedroom between them.

He left his door open all day everyday.

When he awoke the morning of the funeral and found her bedroom door open, his heart jumped. He slowly walked inside to find her in a room full of black dresses. Dresses had been laid carefully over every surface for her to choose from; the dress she would wear to her mother’s funeral and her first public appearance as queen.

“Good morning,” was all he said, quiet and careful.

The person that looked back at him was someone he didn’t recognize. The light was gone from her eyes, and she wasn’t the woman he was head over heels in love with anymore. She looked like her, but emanated sadness and anxiety like nothing he had ever seen before. Dark blue bags held under her eyes from not sleeping, her hair was tied behind her head in a messy unkempt ponytail, and she was dressed in a giant and ill fitting nightgown, shoulders bent down in a fashion that made her look small. The only feature of the put together, confident, and commanding woman he was married to that remained was the bright emerald ring that sat on her ring finger.

“I can’t decide what to wear,” she said without expression, but the tears started to fall down her face before she could finish the sentence. Harry moved quickly across the room to her when he saw her knees began to shake, catching her just in time as they gave out and she fell into his arms, settling them both onto the soft carpeted ground. That was when her heaving sobs began. It was a bone rattling cry that consumed her wholly and her exhausted and hurting brain could only put together two thoughts: she missed her mom, and she didn’t want to take on all this responsibility alone.

She sobbed into his shirt, holding onto the soft and worn fabric of his t-shirt for dear life, and he held her close to his body, slowly rubbing her back and letting all of the emotion fall out of her. She cried for a long time, giving herself a pounding headache, and when the tears finally began to slow she connected her tearful ones with Harry’s ever vibrant green eyes and mumbled, “I just thought I had more time with her. And I thought we had more time to just be us.”

“I know you did, darling.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and reveled in being able to touch her again, as his heart broke a little every time she would pull away from his touch.

“I’m not ready, Harry. I can’t do this all alone. It’s too much.” She spoke softly, shaking her head from side to side, still choking back sobs as she tried to regain her composure.

“You’re not doing anything on your own. The second we were married, your problems and responsibilities became mine too,” he assured her. He moved to grab her left hand in his own and showed her the rings that sat on their hands. “Remember these?” he breathed with a light chuckle. “You’re stuck with me for life, whether you like it or not.”

He watched as she processed the realization that he was there to lighten the load. It was like a lightbulb had gone off for her, slowly nodding along with what he said. She let her eyes fall to the dresses that surrounded her, but he gently took her chin and directed her eyes back to his. “Y/N, we are a team. I am always here for you and I always will be.”

He took a deep long breath before continuing on, “I love you.”

She didn’t think when she pressed her lips to him, she just did, desperate to be close to him again. A coldness had swallowed her for days, and his words brought back the smallest feeling of warmth, a glimpse of hope she had been desperate to find.

She had known the passing of her mother was coming for years, her illness getting progressively worse over time. She had always believed it would bring more pressure, weighing down on her heavier than ever before. But looking at their rings and the man before her, she was hit by the fact that she never had to carry the weight of the country all by herself. She had Harry the whole time. He was her partner; in life and in power.

“I love you, too,” she said after breaking the kiss, salty from all her tears. She was quiet and her voice was still shaking and unsteady from her sobs, but he was there, holding her and keeping her safe.

He held her hand, slotting their fingers together as he picked them both up off the ground and helped her pick a dress. It was a black blazer dress that fell below her knees with three crystal buttons going down the left side. Harry carefully helped her into the dress, his warm and respectful hands sliding up her bare skin as he pulled it up over her shoulders. He then sat her on her bed, and began to carefully brush out her hair, doing his best to work through knots without hurting the girl who was already hurting enough. And he held one of her hands gently while she sat at her vanity and did her makeup with her free one. He refused to leave her side.

Harry stayed firmly planted by her side throughout the entire day, not daring to leave her while she needed him. He knew that photos of him holding her hand tight during the funeral would make the press, and the photos of him wiping away her tears as they left would make the front page, but he didn’t care. She might be the queen, but she was also his Y/N.

***

Their fingers were always locked together, Harry’s thumb passing back and forth over the back of her hand in the steady rhythm he always used when she was stressed. He was there whenever she needed him, gently taking hold, to remind her that he was there and they were a team.

He cradled her hand as she crushed his, gritting through the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. It felt like her entire body was being ripped apart from the inside out, but Harry’s hand was the light at the end of the tunnel. She was screaming and crying in the small crowded room, feeling like a science experiment as all the doctors looked on at her pain.

But it all stopped when she heard the smallest little cry.

Then shouts of “It’s a girl!”

Exhausted and elated tears flowed freely from her eyes that were locked on the slimy little baby a nurse was burredly placing on her chest. She was so small, delicate and breakable, with strong lungs that screamed out to announce her entrance into the world. And when her eyes opened for the first time, they revealed the same bright sea glass green tone that matched her father, the green she had been falling in love with and swimming around in for years.

This baby was so much more than just a little girl, not only to them, but to their countries. She would forge a kingdom united in the future, a product of peace and partnership. She was a symbol of unity and a future of kindness between their countries. She was the future.

But for right now, the tiny baby was just theirs.

She felt him press a proud kiss to her head before she connected their lips together in a tear filled kiss before they both looked back to their new pride and joy who was still screaming for all the attention.

“She’s beautiful, darling,” he whispered quietly though tears next to her, hand still grasped tightly onto hers. “You did such a good job.”

“Literally couldn’t have done it without you,” she chuckled, still staring down, entranced by the little girl who looked like her daddy.

The pair stayed with their baby, quiet and just being, long after the doctors and nurses left the room. They learned she liked to scream and sleep, about as much as you could learn about someone only hours old. But she didn’t have a name. They had been debating for the last nine months over what the little princess would be called.

“I think she should be named after your mother,” Harry would say.

“But I think she should be named after your grandmother,” She would reply.

Their roundabout banter never left the pair, only changed; from malicious and teasing, to one of loving partnership.

“So neither?” he quipped with a small smirk while holding the little girl tight to his chest.

“I guess we have to compromise; diplomatically,” she said with a giggle, alluding to how they got to this position in the first place.

“I feel like a loving marriage and a new baby is pretty good for diplomatic relations.”

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Since I'm a sucker for angst, may I request hcs for Riddle, Malleus, Azul, and Vil who are trying to help the reader ask their vice dorm leader out on a date (since the reader has a crush on the vice dorm leader), but while they're trying to set them up together they accidentally fall in love with the reader? sorry if this request is a bit confusing, I'm not too good with words

first angst request.... i owe you my life anon i love writing pain. i totally went crazy on this i hope you like it

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Riddle Rosehearts

The three of you are friends, and had been for a while. You met Trey first and he introduced you to Riddle, all way before NRC. Even as you entered this latter part of your school years, your relationship never really changed, you were still eating baked goods together and chatting afternoons away, everytime Riddle could sneak out of his home.

He’s rather reserved when it comes to showing platonic affection, but you could tell that Riddle appreciated having you around as much as he did with Trey, you saw it on how happy he was to know the three of you became NRC students. Even as he turned into Heartslabyul’s tyrannical ruler, he was still a good friend to you both.

So you’re not afraid to come up to him and ask for help on asking Trey out, after mulling over your feelings for months.

Riddle is, before anything, embarrassed to do something like this. He mutters about how it isn’t his responsibility, that this was a private matter between you two, but he’s always had a soft spot for you, he couldn’t say no.

You two end up in his room trying to think of how to go about this. You’ve known Riddle never confessed to anyone, really, so you didn’t expect him to give you much of a hand on that topic, just on how you should approach Trey specifically, since they’ve known each other for longer.

Riddle averts his eyes as he tells you some earlier childhood stories about Trey. You watch him with attentive, curious eyes as you find out about how he’s always been this caring, with this older sibling-like personality, and you can’t help but smile. Riddle’s speaking falters at that, but he goes on.

You decide on writing Trey a letter, so you could express your feelings in a more cohesive way. Riddle helps you make sure the text is written correctly and flows well, it’s a couple hours of hard work before you have everything on paper. The nervousness you were showing seems to fade once you write the last word, and you smile in a way that Riddle had never seen before, and didn’t want to look away from.

You chime about being excited to deliver it, even if the thought made you anxious. Riddle assures you that even if Trey didn’t return your feelings, things wouldn’t change, since the three of you were mature enough to not throw a fit over something like this. You thank him for the help and encouragement, giving him a big hug that has him yelping before you’re out of the room.

Then the door closes, and his eyes fill with tears -- It contradicts what he’d said before, but he doesn‘t have it in him to care. Had he loved you for all this time you’ve known each other? He can’t tell, but now that he’s realized it, he can’t do anything about it.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus knew you as Lilia’s friend, plain and simple. You two weren’t close at all, he’d only barely seen you hanging around Diasomnia to talk to the vice dorm leader -- So you can imagine how surprised he was when you came up to him and asked for him to help you ask Lilia out.

It’s hard to get Malleus dumbfounded, and you actually managed to do it just through your conviction when you asked him, somebody people were so terrified of, for help on such a matter. He never thought anything like it would happen. He’s so surprised, he can’t do anything but say yes.

Since then, you two begin spending time together. You’re constantly surprising Malleus with your determination on winning Lilia’s heart -- You’re constantly asking him questions, about fae traditions, about Lilia, about him, too, sometimes. It’s not a friendship, he knows, and yet he just can’t help but feel captivated by your energy. No one had ever approached him like that.

It’s a long time until you can feel secure on how to talk to Lilia about your feelings, and you end up becoming quite close to Malleus. Conversations that were initially just plotting turn into normal chatting, you begin to truly value him as a person, and not just somebody you found admirable but didn’t know, but that was it. You knew who you wanted, and you couldn’t help but let that show -- And as time passes, what once impressed Malleus begins to feel so sour to him. He’s actually happy to have grown close to you, and yet, he feels like he’s constantly haunted by a sense of unsatisfaction...

But everything comes to an end, of course, and when the end of the school year is growing near, you decide it’s time. You’d been working hard to understand Lilia, someone so enigmatic, better, and now you’d tell him you loved him like you always dreamed about. Hopeful, you invite him to meet you at Ramshackle after twilight.

Malleus is naturally the first person you tell about this, right as you give him your most sincere thanks. He hears the news, and it’s like something inside him shatters.

It’s you showing him feelings he’d never felt before again -- But he just smiles through it, saying he’s glad he could assist you, and giving you and Lilia wishes of happiness. And he means them, no matter how much they hurt, because he’s grateful you’re here either way, even if it isn’t how he wants.

Azul Ashengrotto

Getting him to set you up with Jade probably wasn’t cheap, so he is, before anything, surprised at your determination to be with him.

Before coming into his office to make the deal, Azul just knew you as “the twins’ friend”. You two spent time together as well, but he didn’t think you were especially close or anything... still, he’s surprised to learn about your feelings for Jade, and like this too, he doesn’t know why it’s so uncomfortable.

He pushes that aside in favor of his work, of course. Once he has his payment -- Whatever that was -- your feelings for the eel really are even less of his business than before. He tells you to show up at his office again at a given time, so you two could go over what you knew about Jade, and he’d give you some possibilities of how to go about the situation, so you could pick one and sign the contract later. You agree to his terms almost without a second thought.

A couple plotting sessions happen. Azul had done something like this before, so he expected it to be easy -- He introduces you to a couple magical methods that could just get Jade in love with you instantly, but you refuse these. In the end, it’s just Azul asking you questions about you and Jade so he could plan a perfect date.

The contract has low stakes like these, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s a strange couple of meetings, he’s just taking notes as you talk, and while you do, eyes sparkling everytime you mentioned Jade, Azul gets all that discomfort from the beginning but worse. It hurts now. But spending time with you, and learning things about you, even if it was for business, felt strangely healing.

He doesn’t get it. Is he jealous that Jade has someone who loves him? He should be happy, they’re friends, and he’s cutting a deal with someone. Is he that starved for affection? The thoughts just keep swirling in his head.

The last session is when you two have finished putting together the date plan, considering every little detail so everything would go perfectly. A big, confident smile appears in your face as you thank him.

Azul blinks. So it was over -- That ache returns now. He glances at the contract you’ve signed, then you, acting in a way that makes you look like you’re ready to take on the whole world.

You’re out of the door in a minute. Azul never put a name to any of his feelings, but he feels... so empty. The contract is torn up later, he’s lost interest in whatever you were to give him. He can’t really meet Jade’s eyes for a while.

Vil Schoenheit

Knowing Vil as the most beautiful person in school, you spend some time building up courage and then ask him about how you should become a beauty worthy of Rook’s attention.

The question surprises him. Isn’t Rook the one that finds beauty in everything? You’re already worthy of his attention. No matter who you are, the hunter could find something about you that he finds oh so captivating, and sing praises to that trait for hours. That’s just the sort of person Rook is, no?

You explain to him that he’s misunderstood you request, and that it wasn’t about beauty exactly, rather... you’d fallen in love with Rook, and you wanted to get his attention, but in a way no one else had gotten his attention -- You wanted to ask him out, basically, but you didn’t feel like you could just yet, so you asked Vil for his help.

It isn’t a request he’d gotten before, so Vil is on the fence about it for a moment. Does he have time for something like this? He barely knows you, too, and it was just... an odd request, in general. Not the sort of thing you’d ask of anyone.

He doesn’t know why he felt compelled to accept, really, but he does, but he quickly explains to you that you shouldn’t try to change yourself in any way to be with Rook, that was just a recipe for disaster. You’re eager to listen to his advice in a way that no one else had ever been, and on the inside, he’s pretty happy at that. Everyone else seems so unwilling to just make an effort.

Vil ends up becoming determined on getting you two together, since you were too. He tells you he’ll teach you how to really bring out your own personal beauty, and you two can plan how your confession is going to work, too. Being in Vil’s care, you feel confident that you might actually be able to get what you want, after all. You promise to do your best.

You end up coming to Pomefiore’s dorm quite often. Before anything else, Vil helps you care for your own appearence better, regarding things like clothes, skincare, and makeup. Not just so you could look better, but so you could feel better too -- And since this obviously isn’t just about outer beauty, he’ll have a word with you on things like how you interact with other people, what sort of talents and skills you have, so he can advise you on how to keep improving these as most as possible.

It isn’t much of a matchmaking scheme or anything, because Vil doesn’t believe in that, and something so standard wouldn’t apply to somebody like Rook. He’s actually just helping you with your confidence, and he sees the effects of your combined efforts everyday, in how your nervousness turns into excitement as you talk about the confession.

And he’s proud of you, don’t get him wrong, but sometimes, when he’s alone, he thinks about how you being around him so often is temporary, and it just hurts. He hates to acknowledge it, but he’s grown attached to you, captivated by your energy and willingness to learn.

One day, it’s just over. You’ve become a much more confident person, confident enough you can just decide to walk up to Rook and tell him your true feelings -- And that’s it. You tell Vil about how you’d do it today, ambushing the hunter after class, giving him countless thanks.

Again, he’s proud. But it’s bitter. He wishes you good luck as you slip away, just like he’s thought you would. Forced to acknowledge that he hated to see this happen, he just tells himself that it’s just how things were, even as the jealousy corrodes him inside.

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