#they /let/ you come that close to their person that signifies they trust you

[vetteltea]

Love Will Always Show | CL16 & CS55

Summary: The choice of a lifetime is yours to make, your husband and lover both longing for your heart. They face conflict, choices and most importantly, one another.

Word Count: 8.4K [& a bit more]

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating and dishonesty, manipulation, hospital talk.

Note: The fact I was a newbie to F1Blr when this started and now...here we are. I want to thank each and EVERY person who has ever read this series. It's changed everything for me, it is truly my love letter to you all and I hope you enjoy the finale. You are all forever in my heart and I cannot thank you all enough.

PART 1: A House, A Home | PART 2: Where Do We Go? | PART 3: ‘You Think, You Know’ | PART 4: 'Love Will Always Show'

Love is a gentle hand cradling your back. 

Time had suspended when your body had collapsed onto the rough floor outside of the Scuderia Ferrari hospitality. Immediately, several scarlet-clad personnel were running over, shouts echoing across the open space, somebody mumbling that they needed to get you somewhere safe and warm before your body temperature dropped dangerously. 

There’s a question of who to call; your father wasn’t in the country, ever since your mother’s funeral, he’s become silent, your siblings having been lovingly sent to stay with a close aunt. He had been absent from the previous Ferrari meeting, his assistant having sent a message to say he would be absent for a little longer. Clearly, the death of your mother was taking a toll. 

The next obvious choice of course, was your husband. However, with the win that he had been craving for oh-so-long, he was currently wrapped up in press, endless ‘congratulations’ messages from celebrities and presenters alike. Nobody would know where to find the monegasqué right now, let alone how to tell him of his wife’s status whilst surrounded by endless television cameras and sly reporters. 

There’s no need for him, anyway. Leaving the media pen after vigorous questioning of his loyalty to the team and his current emotions on a premature end to the race, Carlos’ dark eyes quirk to the side, registering the crowd of bodies circling the hospitality area. They only widen when the realization dawns on his clouded mind that it’s you, your body is the one thing they are all crowding around. 

His steps break into a run, no signal being given to his media manager nor his cousin. He speaks a few sharp, spanish words, creating a break in the circle, able to insert his toned body into the sea of red, immediately squatting, one hand coming out to elevate the back of your head. He knows how particular you could be with your hair, how you insisted on now sleeping on silk pillowcases to keep it healthy. Asphalt ground was not comfortable nor hygienic. 

There’s talk; talk about whether to take you to the hospital, whether to wait for your husband to return and make the decision. Carlos feels his blood curdle at the use of marital status. His teammate, the man who had treated you no better than the way he had treated bonds of trust, was the one to make a choice of your health and wellbeing. 

He simply cannot stand for that. 

“We need to take her to the hospital.” He interrupts the commotion, the strong tone settling over the panicked employees. “Surely that is the best place for her if she is unconscious, no?” The whispers and mumbles which echo the surrounding members of the team signify agreement. 

There’s a discussion of how to bring you in without drawing attention to the media. Surely, if a giant ambulance or even a medical car was to storm through the paddock, no doubt endless media outlets would be creating headlines before even bothering to speak to anybody present. The Spaniard is already making his own choice, using his arms to gently adjust your body.

He shouldn’t; he really shouldn’t be moving you, not when you haven’t been checked for broken bones or concussion. Yet, the idea of the most beautiful girl, Mariposa, lying on a hard floor with no form of comfort or safety sickens him to his stomach. Carlos is still gentle with the movements, letting your head lean into his stomach, one hand is supporting your back, tanned fingers digging gentle patterns into the curve of your skin. The other one traces once, twice, three times around your cheekbone, dark eyes transfixed on your features. 

You must have hit your skin when falling to the ground; there’s a graze dancing across your cheekbone, specks of dirt resting in between each knock. The man cradling you is gentle, moving his shirt just enough up his body that he’s able to take the hemmed end, feather it across your cheek in an attempt to remove the offending chunks. 

Someone nudges Carlos’s shoulder, more in an attempt to tell him somebody was just outside the Paddock; that they could drive you to the hospital right now. He…he can’t bring himself to leave you. A strong grasp lifts you from the ground, holding you close to his chest, murmuring that he would get you there, and he supposed somebody would have to find Charles. 

The area grows quiet; Carlos’ pace draws away from the Paddock and to the back entry. He was thankful that the entirety of the drivers were still either trapped in the media or with their own teams, celebrating or commiserating. He had enough of that for one day; an entire six laps was barely worth speaking about. 

You’re still unconscious, still limp in his arms. However, there’s a rise and fall of your chest, you’re still breathing. That’s all he could ask for at this present time. He silently promises himself there and then that when you wake up, he’s making his final move. Where Charles has been playing chequers, he is playing chess; he had proven that even whilst you were stuck with your estranged husband, he would love you regardless.

There’s a people carrier in the car park, he’s certain he’s seen various drivers use it before; a built-in stretcher lies in the back, it’s ideally a discreet ambulance. The media could be brutal with gossiping when any driver had to leave the track. It would look worse if Charles Leclerc’s wife was seen leaving the paddock with his teammate. The driver of the vehicle nods when seeing the two get closer, stepping to sit in the driver’s seat whilst Carlos adjusted his grasp. 

He lays you down onto the stretcher; it’s secured, you’ll be safe for the drive. The man can’t help but feel a draw of protectiveness over you. What on earth had caused it to collapse? Had he done something? Blood boiled, if your husband had done anything to cause this, he could personally guarantee that Charles would not be finishing any races for the remainder of the season. He would make sure of that. 

His attention is caught by the glimmer of silver on your left hand; your wedding band. When he reaches the car, tucks you into the seat carefully and makes sure the seatbelt is secure around your frame, his fingers glide over your hand, removing the band and putting it in his own pocket. 

‘It’s for your own good,’ he tells himself. ‘If your fingers swell up, they may need to cut it off.’ He could tell himself this story a thousand times; it doesn't hide the fact that his true intention in this moment is simple; for once, he could be the devoted husband, taking his wife to be nursed back to health. 

The Spainard leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your forehead, murmuring that you were going to be okay, that he would stay with you the entire time. The driver shouts, telling him to take a seat so they could get there before the press figured out something was wrong. He kisses your skin once more, before closing the doors, sprinting to the backseat, throwing his body in carelessly. 

Angst overtakes his senses, shouting at the driver to start the car, he doesn't care about being strapped in. This way, he’s able to lean over the backseat, one hand reaching out to clasp at your own. You need to know that somebody is there, that he is there for you. He’s always been there for you. The car pivots out of the parking space, beeling for the main road and to the hospital. 

Love is a scream for your name. 

“Charles, tu dois ralenir!” Joris is insisting he needs to slow down the car; turning the current Leclerc in hospital into a duo would not be a satisfying outcome. 

Ever since he’s been told, all your husband can see is red mist. One Ferrari employee had sprinted up to him whilst he was in the midst of cameras, the grin on his face as he’s finally able to seek his wife out, wanting nothing more than to skip on the Scuderia celebrations and take you instead, your beaming smile radiating the energy he had been bathed in. 

It’s funny how life can change in the matter of a few moments; one second, he’s on top of the world, the next, Charles is pushing through every media outlet, fan and celebrity, barging himself into his driver’s room. He doesn't have time to remove his fireproofs, to pick up any of his belongings apart from his car keys. He isn’t communicating, french profanities fall from his lips, shaking his head in rage that nobody could find him to tell him. Tell him that his wife had been taken to hospital. 

Joris had been the one to sprint after him; he knew better than most, when Charles saw nothing but mist, there was no getting to him, not whilst he was determined to do something. The driver knew in his heart his best friend was not to blame; after all, he had no idea of your disappearance, he had been with Charles almost the entire time. And yet…he can’t bring himself to even speak to Joris. Not until the duo make it to his rented car, Charles is adamant he is driving. 

He only starts speaking when his best friend tells him to slow down. The driver barely does, only drawing to a slower pace when he sees the traffic lights start to build in front of him. Even in a panic, he respects road rulings. Drawing to a stop, the man finally has a second to take a shaky, unbalanced breath, angry tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. 

“Why did nobody tell me my wife was at the hospital?” His voice is strained, he’s clearly holding back tears, whether they’re angry or fearful is a different question. “She’s my- she’s my wife!” He can’t stop repeating it, as if it’s a prayer. His wife. His wife. 

“She’ll be okay.” Joris knows that’s quite possibly the worst thing he could say to his best friend, but it’s the only thing he can bring himself to say. “She will be. C’est juste par précaution.” 

“Putain!” Charles’ words are sharp, immediately pressing on the acceleration as the light switches to green, overtaking three cars in a matter of moments. He’s a man of regret, he has been ever since he realized how much he adores you. In that moment, he can’t help but think of everything he could have done differently that afternoon. He could have come and found you right after the podium, could have given you his jacket and told you to stay in his driver’s room, he would come and get you after. He could- he could of-

He could of waited with you after the funeral. He could have come and picked you up from Milan when you went to spend time with Carlos. He could have deleted his mistress’ number, and told her he was married. 

“Tourner à gauche.” Joris tells his best friend to turn left, the Hospital Car Park coming into view. Charles turns the car, immediately eyes are roaming for any space, anywhere he could put the car. A sharp whistle and point from his best friend shows him a space right by the Emergency Department, parking the vehicle in possibly the worst way he ever has done. Within three seconds, the engine is switched off, seatbelts are unbuckled, and he’s shouting to Joris to pay for the parking, he needs to get inside. 

For a driver, his sense of direction is becoming worse. It takes him a solid minute to read a sign, before his legs break into a sprint, skidding into a bustling Emergency Room. There’s old men, leant over in pain, convinced they’re dying. A child snuffling, masses of paper towels on her head. A woman with a twisted ankle, her attention engrossed by the magazine in her grasp. It smells of hand sanitiser and bleach, the yellow walls are hurting his eyes. 

A woman behind the desk taps the counter, drawing his attention. “Hey- Sir!” She snaps. You can’t blame her; it’s hour thirteen of her fifteen hour shift. “You can’t be in here unless you’re hurt-”

He shouts your name. It’s as if he completely forgets he’s in a building. Charles is embedded in a maze, even if a lady in front of him can pull up your immediate location, he needs to find you himself, and he needs to find you now. 

It isn’t until Joris comes in, having heard his best friend scream your name, that he overtakes Charles so overcome that he’s now hiding his head in his hands, unable to say anything that wasn’t your name. His ears prick up when the second man starts speaking, giving the woman your first name, your last name- Leclerc- and when you had been bought in. There’s a light tapping of the keyboard, she tells Joris you are in the department round the corner, room ten-

Charles is gone before she can finish her sentence, catapulting down the hallway, dodging round endless people, frantically searching for doors with numbers, not names. He sees the number four. Six. Eight. 

Number Ten rolls into view. Without a single word, his hand latches around the door handle, pushing so violently the door smacks onto the inside wall. His eyes immediately fly to the bed, you’re lying there, so unconscious, still so beautiful, some strips over the graze on your cheek. Still, arms to either side, one hand connected to an IV, clearly in an attempt to rehydrate you. His first question is the location of your wedding ring, where on earth was it? Has it been taken away? It’s a question he completely forgets about when his gaze travels further. 

The other hand is being held by a Spanish man he knows all too much about. 

Love is notes left on a coffee cup. 

Both men stood, silently hovering over your body whilst the nurse came in to run a course of tests, check your blood pressure, the IV line, make sure you were being cared for in the best capacity. Each held a coffee cup, Charles’ still primarily full, he couldn’t stomach anything; he felt sick from seeing you lie here, not laughing, smiling, speaking. Carlos had downed the drink bought in by Joris in a matter of moments; to him, it was fuel. Something to keep him awake until you woke up. 

Whilst Charles was the one to ask questions; ‘Do you know what caused this? Is she going to have any long-term issues? Does she need any assistance when she wakes up?’ Carlos has captured the marker which has rested alongside the clipboard of your notes, his tongue poked out in concentration. The marker grazes along the cup, leaving a note, drawing a tiny picture of a butterfly- Mariposa- and placing the cup on your table, a silent message for if you woke up and god forbid- he wasn’t there.

The nurse draws away from your body, diverting her next task to the two men. 

“I need to continue the examination but…” She looks to the door. “I cannot have you both in here. You need to wait outside, the Doctor will come in for further tests-”

“Can one of us wait here?” Carlos is the first to interrupt, the look on the woman’s face tells him he’s made a mistake. 

“Both.” She clarifies, pointing at himself, then at his teammate. “One and two. You need to wait outside. If she wakes up or there’s any…issues, we will let you know.” 

It turns out, both men are hesitant to leave you; Charles moves first, crouching by your side, running a gentle hand over your hairline, pressing his lips carefully to your temple. He’s murmuring, french words of adoration and comfort, that he will be right there when you need him. 

When one steps away, the other comes forward. Carlos doesn't say anything, instead tracing a gentle finger across your cheek. His touch tells you everything, it speaks volumes. He loves you, he’ll be outside, don’t be afraid to come running into his arms like you had done once before. The nurse begins to lose her patience, ushering both men out into the corridor, telling them to sit in the plastic chairs provided or go somewhere else; she really didn’t care. 

The scene is reminiscent of two boys sitting outside of the principal’s office; Charles’ head hides in his hands, leaning forward, still dressed in his fireproofs. He’s tied the sleeves around his waist, the dark undershirt now drenched in sweat from the driving, both on track and to the hospital. 

He feels movement next to him, Carlos’ hand dips into his pocket, pulling out something small, silvery. Her wedding ring. He supposes Carlos means it as a sign of goodwill, that he kept it safe. In the Monégasques mind, it’s the fuel to light the fire. Scoffing, he snatches the jewelry off of his teammate, placing the band onto his pinky finger, it’s the only one it would fit on, the only way he could keep it safe. 

“Funny. You took it off her.” He’s growing mad, aggravated that Carlos wouldn’t just go away and leave him and his wife alone. Hadn’t he done enough already? “Why don’t you go back to Natasha?” The blonde ex-media woman for their team is referenced. Carlos opens his mouth, ready to snap back, it was a low blow for Charles to reference his history with the woman. 

“I know what you did.” He huffs. There’s something…different. Different in the way he speaks to Carlos now compared to every other day. The polite, civil conversation is gone, the fact he couldn’t pass judgment because of his own actions has evaporated. “I know you invited her to Madrid just to make a move.” He remembers seeing the instagram stories, how your eyes were wide, full of life. He made you remember life is beautiful. “You kept her close. You wanted her and didn’t like that she was mine.” 

“Yours?” He scoffs. “She’s not your property, Charles.” 

“No. But she’s my wife. I’m the one she lies next to every night, I’m the one who will care for her in sickness and health, who’s shoulder was leant on through every bad time.” He pauses. “Who picked her up after you coaxed her into your bed.” He laughs. Actually, laughs. The memory replayed in his head, how sleepy you looked as he guided you back into the SUV, how your heart sank when seeing the blonde approach his front door. In that moment, you had convinced yourself you meant nothing to Carlos apart from lust. 

Charles was a jealous man; he had taken pride in stripping off his teammates' clothing, wrapping you in his own, soft hoodie. You were his. Carlos wouldn’t care for you the way he did, he was a man too full of lust. He was convinced the Spainard didn’t make you laugh, didn’t make you smile, didn’t make you come- 

“You corrupted her, Carlos.” He finishes. “I know what you did-”

“-And I know what you did.” Carlos snarls. He doesn't care about anything more; he knows all too well that his teammate could go crying to the Ferrari bosses, have him removed from the team in a blink of an eye, throwing some false information out which he would have to comply with. But he doesn't care. His affection has grown too strong for that. 

“I know everything, Charles.” He’s monotone, he’s stating facts. “I know how she waited at home for you on her birthday, whilst you were in your mistress’ bed.” Carlos remembers asking you about your plans the previous week, how you had brushed them off. “I know how she made you dinner every night, how you refused to eat it.” Charles feels his stomach drop, the endless leftovers stacked neatly in the fridge, the meals he had never bothered to try. “I know on your wedding night, you came into the hotel room drunk, covered in bites and she slept on the sofa-”

“Enough!” Charles’ voice shouts, standing up from the plastic chair in the corridor. He doesn't have to hear this, he can’t bear to hear this. One mistake a day was something he was always able to brush off. Hearing each and every one of his infidelities laid out in front of him sent his mind into overdrive. “You have no right to comment on-”

“On what?” The Spainard is standing up now, chest out and arms folded. “On your marriage?” He laughs, he smirks. “Can you call it that? A marriage is a bond between two people who love one another-”

“I love her!” Charles cuts him off, stepping closer. “I love her.” He repeats himself. Carlos looks gobsmacked, shaking his head in denial. 

“You have a really weird way of showing her you love her.” He continues to poke, to prod. “Sharing a bed with another woman is not how you show love-”

“I admitted to my mistakes!” He’s quick to defend himself, how the restraining order was placed and a lawsuit filed, how he promised if you wanted to know anything, see anything, he would let you. How he would spend the rest of his days always feeling dread and regret. “I fixed them-”

“Who says she still loves you?” Carlos has snapped.

Charles hates to admit that he may be right. Is it really fair for him to expect your love after everything that has happened in the past year? It didn’t matter how many times he begged, he pleaded or promised. The man you had married had spent the better part of 365 days in the arms of another woman, a woman that as he stood here, clinging onto any hope of his marriage, meant absolutely nothing to him. 

His slim fingers trail down, circling the cool band which rested on his left finger. He had decided there and then, he would keep it on, always. There would be no more reasoning, none. If Lewis could wear his earrings, Charles would wear his wedding ring. He looks back up, Carlos still boring into him with dark eyes, the anger he radiated almost entirely visible. 

“Do you love her?” He presses. He needs to know; he doesn't bring himself to care that you had spent a night in his arms, not when he had done it to you a thousand times over. The idea makes him sick, but nothing compared to the idea that you are in love with somebody that isn’t him, not when he needs nothing but for you to come home, back to your home with him. 

Charles swears he feels vomit rise into his mouth when Carlos nods. He’s not stupid, not really. He knows how he fell for you properly in the past few weeks, how for Carlos who has been in awe of your affection and attention, the center of every race weekend you had reluctantly attended. It may have been to support him, but you could still enjoy the fact that Carlos would be there, too. 

Your husband isn’t sure what he wants to do anymore. If there wasn’t an examination happening, he would have run into your private room and locked the door. Instead, his glassy eyes gaze up, catching Carlos’ dark ones. It hits him at once; his teammate, somebody who he once considered a close- no, best friend, was the one who had taken his wife away from him. His brain can’t catch up with his body movements, the red mist clouds over once more. 

Charles Leclerc punches Carlos Sainz in the nose. 

He doesn't intend for it to be a strong punch; Formula One drivers are a lot stronger than they realize, and the contact not only causes the Spaniard to knock back, shouting out in pain, but a sharp sensation rockets through Charles’ clenched fist, wiggling his fingers as they relax. Carlos’ nose is immediately red, becoming scarlet by the moment, though no blood has fallen. Your husband’s immediate reaction is ‘Should have punched him harder.’

He doesn't have time to think about anything else, not before he has two strong hands on his chest, shoving him harshly. The sudden sensation causes him to lose balance, falling to the floor and landing on his back. A shock radiates through his body, Carlos looming over him, clearly ready for a second punch. 

That thought is drawn away when the door to your room opens, both men immediately staring at the nurse, her hair worn and eyes tired. Before either man can throw a question at her, she speaks. 

“She’s still not awake, we’re going to bring her around in an hour, but she’s going to have to stay overnight for observation. If one of you could get her some overnight things-”

“I can.” Charles immediately cuts off the nurse, pulling himself to sit up and stand from the floor. “I’m her husband. I will get them.” It’s a subtle jab to the man in front of him, Carlos still holding his nose, convinced it was about to start bleeding any moment. He would have gone and sought out attention for himself, if he hadn’t felt a sharp vibration in his back pocket, a phone call. In any other time, he would have ignored it. But he knows who it is, he knows how important it is. 

Without a word, Carlos answers the call, rapidly speaking in Spanish as he walks down the hall. 

Love is a pocket square at the bottom of a suitcase.

The contrast of Charles leaving the hospital was night and day to him arriving. He hadn’t spoken a word to Joris, apart from expressing that he needed to go back to the hotel to get your overnight items. Although it was barely a ten minute drive away, every minute felt like a century; he wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel, sit by your side and hold your hand until you woke up. 

He could have sent Joris back, given him the room key and told him to grab some things, but it didn’t seem right. The idea of his best friend going through your suitcase didn’t sit comfortably with him. Moreover, he didn’t know. Charles knew; he knew what pajamas you found the most comfortable, what outfit would be easiest for you to travel back in, how you wanted your panties and socks paired together and how your phone charger had to loop clockwise. 

The ornate hotel room looks dull without you; your suitcase still rests in the bottom of the wardrobe; you had hung up evening wear, dresses for the inevitable after-parties. Folded in your suitcase remained your other clothing. Charles is quick to select his items; the tropical cotton pajamas. You had bought him a pair in the same fabric, telling him that they would be the comfiest thing to sleep in. Your stitched jumper and comfiest jeans. You had worn those jeans when you had tagged along to his photoshoot for the Ferrari livery, holding his water and the APM Monaco jewelry he couldn’t wear. Your outrageously expensive hairbrush. You had brushed his hair through after a particularly bad race, whispering promises that it would get better, that the car was going to evolve for him, the best driver on the grid. 

Bile rises to Charles’ stomach and with no warning, he sprints to the bathroom, dropping to his knees by the toilet and throwing up the barely-there contents of his stomach. He had barely eaten, barely drank any water, but couldn’t help the sickness in his tummy. 

He pulls away from the toilet basin, eyes watery, breath trying to catch up with the speed and cries.

Charles doesn't realize it’s happening at first, he hasn’t cried like this in so long; the kind of crying where you can’t fathom words, you don’t make a sound because you’re crying so deeply. The kind where your chest is exploding and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. The kind where all he wants is for his mother to cradle him like she did when he was five, run her hands through his hair and whisper him words of comfort.

This time, he doesn't want his mother, he wants you. 

It’s selfish, it’s so incredibly selfish and it hurts to know that it’s taken him until now to realize what you mean to him. It would never happen, but his wound-up head can only close his eyes and visualize you running in, pulling his head into your chest and running your hands through his dark tufts, pressing cool lips to his forehead and promising him over and over that it was going to be okay. You were going to be okay. 

He lets himself cry for five minutes; he times it because he wants to collect your things and make his way back, Joris was waiting in the car. When the five minutes are over, he pinches his nose, taking short, ugly gasps until his eyes remain bloodshot but not blurred. The sound of the toilet flushing echoes through the hotel room, making his way out of the bathroom and to the items he had hurriedly dropped atop of your suitcase.

Nimble fingers cradle each item, carefully rolling and tucking them into a pillowcase; he didn’t have a bag big enough to suffice each item and couldn’t bring himself to bring your entire suitcase along, it almost seemed as if once you had it, you could disappear from his life. At least this way, he could have one final farewell if you chose to leave. The items are almost secure, until his grip on the pillowcase folds, glassed eyes catching a glimmer of blue hidden at the bottom of the case. With no hesitation, he pulls on the fabric. His heart drops on the realization of the item. 

It’s a pocket square. More specifically, it’s his pocket square from your wedding. 

You don’t know when you had started packing it, but you supposed it was from your mother’s own doings. After her wedding to your father, she had always carried around her ‘something blue,’ as a gesture of good luck, of safety. After the first time you had found out about Charles’ mistress, you had discreetly tucked the fabric into your bag, carrying it around, a silent hope your husband would return to you. 

It hadn’t worked in Jeddah. In Imola. In Spa. In Monaco. You had reluctantly taken it from your bag one evening, on the plane home from consoling your family, using your pen to doodle in the very corner ‘Mr and Mrs Leclerc,’ a silent fantasy of the loving marriage you had dreamed of. 

That night was the first time you and Charles ever shared a bed. 

The fabric lingers between his fingers, the blue contrasting against the silver of your ring, still resting on his pinky finger. Now changed into his own clothes, he slides the ring off, wrapping it gently in the pocket square and sliding it into his trouser pocket. As he does, he recognises your handwriting, the titles printed in the bottom of the fabric. 

He can’t help the tears rolling down his cheeks once again. 

Love is a desperate telephone call.

Carlos is still pacing around the outside courtyard of the hospital, having been on hold for a grand total of seventeen minutes. He is not a man of patience, he is not a man of quiet. 

The phone buzzing in the corridor had been a welcome call, despite the situation. His lawyer, finally ringing him back after what felt like days of apprehension. He had dipped from the public eye to try and grab hold of some privacy, slipping in his wireless headphone so as not to hold the device to his ear for hours upon hours. 

Almost thirty minutes ago, his lawyer had called him, confirming his thoughts of the previous days. 

"You're not wrong." His lawyer has already clarified it once, twice, three times. "If there is evidence beyond a shadow of a doubt, then it is the correct term for a divorce.

Carlos feels his blood run cold. He loves her, he's as certain as that as he is of the fact that the sky is blue and his win in Silverstone. The man wants nothing more than to make her feel cherished, adored. Taking a bite out of his teammate was just a bonus feature. 

That had been a few days ago, when the anger had surpassed him after Natasha’s return, how that made him look as bad, if not worse than Charles. He’d immediately sent her packing, blocked her on every form of media, gone as far as to insist if she ever came for a visit, he wouldn’t be present. 

The second part, the evidence, had been laid out all too perfectly. 

The line suddenly clicks, signaling his lawyer had returned. Carlos doesn't wait for a verbal queue, the audible sign of his return is more than enough. 

 “Do you have it?” He asks, barely any time to let the man on the other end of the phone respond. “You must have it, no? It should have been sent. I made sure it was sent.”

“I have it.” He clarifies. “I have them right here.” A rustle of paper is heard from the other end of the telephone, content of an envelope being spilled onto his desk. “Are you sure you want me to send these to be confirmed as evidence? That the women in the photographs will not retaliate?”

Carlos had not been entirely honest with you. Not about his knowledge of Charles’ situation. Ever since the confession all those months ago, the understanding that you knew of Charles’ affair, he had been playing a long, patient game. He had photographs, evidence of the mistress’ appearance at each paddock, her arms snaking around Charles’ body, kisses between the duo. How he could continue to do so, whilst you, the epitome of beauty, sat in his drivers’ room, playing the doting wife.  At one point, he had considered going directly to the press, directly to Ferrari themselves to out their ‘Golden Boy.’ 

And then…he had seen you with him in the Paddock that one race, looking through the window of his driver’s room. How your fingers latched onto one another, how genuinely shattered you looked when she had shown up yet again, lingering outside of the hospitality area. The guilt snuck through him, how he had seen her arrive, and yet failed to mention to you, give you any warning of her presence. 

Even if he had been the one to invite her. Even if he had been the one to press her about sending the photographs to Charles, not blackmail. Merely a reminder of his actions, how much he supposedly missed his mistress. 

“She wouldn’t.” He’s quick to respond. “She wouldn’t care.” He’s not wrong, his mistress being in the limelight would only elevate her status, with the way his teammates’ brain worked, it would more than likely draw them back to one another. 

“And Mrs. Leclerc?” 

It’s the first time Carlos has hesitated. Even if he couldn’t admit it to himself, he knew that your relationship with Charles had grown, that ambient it was made paper-thin, the trust was slowly beginning to come back. He thinks about how your eyes blinked widely, in awe of your husband on the podium earlier that day, how it supposedly didn’t matter he had spent most of your marriage wrapped in her arms, you still looked at him like that. Did you look at him like that? Like the way he looked at you. 

This action could draw out a multiverse of reactions but at the end of the day, he had settled with two. The first was that you understood, that you would see the evidence, and understand the case. Divorce Charles and marry him, even if it meant he would give up everything. 

The second is that you would see the chaos he caused and you would never speak to him again. 

“Mr. Sainz?” The voice at the end of the telephone draws him from his questioning, running a hand across his red, swollen nose. It wasn’t broken, but god it was hurting. Bruised, most likely. “I need an answer.” 

He needed to speak to you. 

“Can you just-” He huffs, running a hand through his dark hair, his fingers almost getting caught in the strands. Of course his hair was tangled, he’d been doing nothing but pulling on it ever since he arrived at the hospital. “Let me speak to her. Hold it for 24 hours. You can do that, yes?” It’s not even a question now, nor a request. It’s a demand. He can’t do this, he can’t openly destroy your marriage for his own sake without speaking to you, without knowing for a fact that you love him.

Your name is carved onto his soul, onto his skin. The first thing he thinks about in the morning, and the last thing he would think about at night. There is no life he wishes to live in if you’re not there. Even as his friend. 

There’s suddenly a light tap against glass, snapping the man’s attention from his device. He mumbles something in Spanish, telling his lawyer he would call him back, dreading who was coming out into the private courtyard. 

He visibly relaxes when he sees it’s just a man, sneaking out whilst tears pool on his lower lashline, giving Carlos a warming nod. 

“You don’t mind if I join you, do I?” The Spainard shakes his head. “My wife- she’s just being induced and wanted some space. She’s…” He gestures, trying to explain to a complete stranger how a few minutes ago, his wife wanted to cry and shake her head, but wanted nothing to do with him. It was all his fault. 

Carlos offers a warm hand on his back, patting him firmly. “Congratulations. Do you know what you're having?” He’s invested, anything to distract him from his previous phone call, the weight of a decision on his shoulders.

The stranger grins. “A girl.” He smiles harder. “I don’t mind, as long as they arrive happy and healthy. But god- a girl, just like her.” He thinks. Carlos thinks. In an alternative universe, he’s sat by your side, pressing kisses and praises to your skin, holding you tighter as your daughter enters the world, ready to meet her mother and father. She would be like you; your eyes, hair, smile. It would be another you to love, to adore. 

“Your first?” Carlos presses his question. The man sighs, shaking his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks into the polished corridor. 

“No. She’s…” He pauses. “We got together after hiding how we felt for so long, how we wanted to be with one another.” He looks to Carlos, clearly ashamed and embarrassed of the situation. “I know how it sounds, but sometimes you can’t help it. I- I love her.” 

A band snaps in Carlos’ stomach; love knows no bounds. 

Love is waking up to think of your person.

The first thing you register when you come around is brightness. You’re not in the soft glow of the luxurious hotel room you and your husband had been given, nor the candle-lit bedroom of Carlos’ apartment. No, the light is bright, blinding. An off-white which made your eyes squint. 

Your senses are heightened; the only scent which flares through your nostrils is hand sanitiser and overpowering lilies. Nose scrunched, you attempt to wiggle your body upwards, aware of the IV line pinned into your hand. Panic immediately settled through your tummy, until your eyes flickered to the bag, realizing it was just water, they just wanted to rehydrate you. 

Hesitantly, you wiggle each part of your body. Arms, hands, fingers. You’re able to move, though you couldn’t…you couldn’t remember why you got here. Memories are hazy, you remember Charles’ podium, the way he kissed you so deeply, so lovingly. Carlos’ hand on your waist, pulling you back to stop you from the champagne trickling over your body. You were overwhelmed, overworked and…you guessed it just all became too much. 

You just about manage to turn your body, the first thing you’re aware of is that your cushion smells familiar. Warm nodes, sandalwood and seasalt. It’s a smell you’ve grown all too accustomed to, burying your face into their chest whilst you took refuge in his arms, in a hotel room. Charles had been there, already. His celebrations had clearly been cut short, whether or not it was for show or because he cared. 

The second thing is the coffee cup. Cardboard, the contents clearly already drained, but handwriting etched onto the side in a thick, black marker. The handwriting, the doodle of a tiny butterfly. Carlos had been there, too. 

There’s a sharp pinch on your cheek, fingers reach up to your skin and feel the butterfly strips against you. Immediately, a thousand questions come back to your mind, none of them being answered through your own memory. Instead, the door opens, a nurse in clean, bright uniform walking in, closing the door behind her. She beams at the realization you’re awake, shoulders relaxing. 

“You’re awake!” Her tone is incredibly warm, seemingly very happy you’ve decided to wake up on your own terms. She’s quick to move to your bedside, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “How are you feeling? Have you warmed up?” You’re not sure what she’s referencing, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She takes the look on your face as unknowingness, able to fill in the gaps. 

“You collapsed on the track.” She’s trying to get through everything she needs to tell you. “We did some tests, you’re incredibly dehydrated for a start, you need to try and get some rest.” She pauses. “It’s nothing to be concerned about, we have collapses from dehydration every so often, more than you would realize.” Her eyes flicker down, finding it hard on how to phrase the next part of the question. “You also seem…incredibly worried.” You’re not sure how she could tell that from simply examining you, but you nod in confirmation. “Your blood pressure, it’s incredibly low. That’s why you fainted.”

“Yes.” You pause. How on earth were you about to explain the past twelve months to a nurse, a complete stranger? “There’s been some…reasons. You know, for the stress.” Her eyes soften, but the questioning continues. 

“Are you trying for a baby?” You shake your head. “Moving house?” A shake. “Have you…lost somebody recently.” 

You freeze, memory flickering to your mother, how in the midst of fixing your marriage, discovering your affection towards another, she had disappeared from the world. This time, you nod your head, drawing your knees up to your body, shivering. The nurse is quick to wrap a blanket over your shoulders, closer to the answer. 

“I lost my mother.” You breathe out, shaking your head. “I lost my mother, and she’s the only one I can go to.” Now you’ve started speaking, you can’t finish. “I want to make them happy. I want to make him happy.” There’s tears glassing over your eyes.

You want him. You want him right now. 

She sympathizes, she understands. “Sometimes, all you need is for them to tell you it’s going to be okay, right?” She lets her words trail off, turning to the door of your room. “He’s outside. He’s been waiting to see you.”

Your blood freezes.

“Would you like me to get him?” 

You nod before you’ve even realized, your body clearly knows better than your mind. The nurse stands up straight, pacing towards the door as you feel your heart begin to race harder, frantically. She steps out of the room, a minute mumble on the other side, clearly a warning to be incredibly careful. It’s barely a minute before the door swings back open, dark hair and frantic panting. 

You glance up, your heart softens at those eyes. 

The eyes that you, the reader, wanted to see as you glanced to the door.

GREEN EYES [CL16 Ending]

BROWN EYES [CS55 Ending]

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[sensualnoiree]

astro notes: sun saturn mercury conjunction 💫

With Saturn and the Sun approaching conjunction on February 25 this triple conjunction includes a debilitated Mercury, making the reset moment powerful. The actual rebirth occurs around February 28. Saturn's symbolism includes death and rebirth, different from Pluto's or Uranus's. Saturn is a gateway, representing a threshold between the known and unknown, the seen and unseen, the traditional and the transcendent. It signifies a moment of letting go and crossing over, especially significant in a double-body water sign like Pisces, bringing a sense of insignificance. Embracing insignificance can be valuable, as it levels things out and prevents self-righteousness. Holding the tension of opposites, which Saturn rules, is crucial for understanding the deeper meanings of life and enlightenment.

Aries Rising For Aries rising, the conjunction of the Sun and Saturn falls in your 12th house, indicating a time of unconscious processing and spiritual renewal. You may find yourself confronting hidden fears or subconscious patterns that are ready to be released. This is a time to let go of old ways of thinking or being that no longer serve your highest good. Pay attention to your dreams and intuition, as they may offer valuable insights into what needs to be released. Use this energy to connect with your inner self and engage in practices that nourish your spiritual growth and emotional well-being.

Taurus Rising With the conjunction in your 11th house, Taurus rising, you are likely to experience changes within your social circle and group affiliations. Old friendships or associations that no longer align with your values may fall away, making space for new connections that support your personal growth. This is a time to reassess your long-term goals and aspirations, focusing on building a supportive network of like-minded individuals who can help you achieve your dreams. Embrace this period of transition as an opportunity to align your social life with your authentic self.

Gemini Rising For Gemini rising, the conjunction occurs in your 10th house of career and public image, indicating a period of significant change and restructuring in your professional life. You may feel a strong desire to reassess your career path and long-term goals, seeking greater fulfillment and purpose in your work. This is a time to take on new responsibilities and challenges that can help you grow professionally. Embrace the opportunity to redefine your public image and reputation, aligning them more closely with your true self.

Cancer Rising With the conjunction in your 9th house, Cancer rising, you are likely to experience a shift in your beliefs and worldview. Old belief systems or philosophies that no longer resonate with you may fall away, making room for new perspectives and ways of thinking. This is a time to explore new ideas and expand your horizons through travel, education, or spiritual pursuits. Embrace this period of growth and discovery as an opportunity to deepen your understanding of the world and your place within it.

Leo Rising For Leo rising, the conjunction occurs in your 8th house of transformation and shared resources, indicating a period of intense personal growth and change. You may find yourself confronting deep-seated fears or emotional patterns that are ready to be released. This is a time to let go of old ways of relating to others and embrace a more authentic and vulnerable approach. Use this energy to deepen your connections with others and cultivate a greater sense of intimacy and trust in your relationships.

Virgo Rising With the conjunction in your 7th house, Virgo rising, you are likely to experience changes in your partnerships and relationships. Old relationship dynamics that are no longer serving your growth may come to the surface, prompting you to reassess your approach to relating to others. This is a time to cultivate more authentic and balanced relationships, based on mutual respect and understanding. Embrace this period of transformation as an opportunity to deepen your connections with others and create more meaningful partnerships.

Libra Rising For Libra rising, the conjunction occurs in your 6th house of health and daily routines, indicating a period of focus on your physical well-being and habits. You may feel a strong desire to overhaul your daily routines and self-care practices, seeking greater balance and harmony in your life. This is a time to prioritize your health and well-being, making changes that support your overall vitality. Embrace this period of renewal as an opportunity to cultivate healthier habits that nurture your body, mind, and spirit.

Scorpio Rising With the conjunction in your 5th house, Scorpio rising, you are likely to experience changes in your creative expression and romantic life. Old creative projects or romantic relationships that no longer inspire you may fall away, making room for new sources of joy and self-expression. This is a time to embrace your creativity and passion, allowing yourself to be more spontaneous and playful. Use this energy to explore new creative outlets and cultivate more joy and pleasure in your life.

Sagittarius Rising For Sagittarius rising, the conjunction occurs in your 4th house of home and family, indicating a period of focus on your personal life and emotional well-being. You may feel a strong desire to create a more stable and nurturing home environment, rooted in your values and sense of security. This is a time to connect with your roots and family history, seeking a deeper understanding of your past and how it has shaped you. Embrace this period of introspection as an opportunity to create a more solid foundation for yourself and your loved ones.

Capricorn Rising With the conjunction in your 3rd house, Capricorn rising, you are likely to experience changes in your communication style and immediate environment. Old ways of thinking or communicating that no longer serve your growth may fall away, making room for new ideas and perspectives. This is a time to embrace a more open-minded and flexible approach to communication, allowing for greater connection and understanding with others. Use this energy to expand your mental horizons and engage in meaningful conversations that broaden your perspective.

Aquarius Rising For Aquarius rising, the conjunction occurs in your 2nd house of finances and self-worth, indicating a period of focus on your material resources and sense of value. You may feel a strong desire to reassess your financial situation and cultivate a greater sense of abundance and prosperity in your life. This is a time to redefine your relationship with money and material possessions, seeking a more balanced and sustainable approach to financial security. Embrace this period of reflection as an opportunity to cultivate a deeper sense of self-worth and abundance in your life.

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[secretbookofthecosmicwolf]

My 2nd Pac Reading/ General Guidance DISCLAIMER! ✨ This is a General Reading. Please take what resonates and leave the rest. The readings are not set in stone and might reverse depending on your current state and energy or energies influencing you. Thus, always use your own intelligence while making a decision. ✨ This is meant for entertainment purposes and my readings will NOT be responsible in any capacity for your life's decisions. Always consult a professional while making major life decisions. ✨ You're more than welcome to leave me suggestions or DM me for paid personal readings. Feedbacks are greatly appreciated. ✨ Take care and I'll catch you in the next Reading! 💖💓Much love , 🌸CosmicPrincess ✨ aka @jaxlynn xo✨💖

How to pick a pile from my Pac Reading? Simply take a few deep breaths, and close your eyes, when you open them, which picture from my Pac photo grid (above) did you feel connected to most once you focused your eyes? That's your pile. left to right (1-6). Embrace the magic that flows through you, dear seeker of knowledge untold ember that you hold the key to unlocking the mysteries of your own destiny. Trust in the wisdom of the cards and the guidance they offer as you walk your spiritual path with grace and purpose.

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Pile 1: 💚

dear seeker, the cards have unveiled their mystical wisdom for you today, revealing profound insights that transcend the veil of the mundane world.

7 of Swords: This card speaks of cunning and strategy, urging you to be vigilant against deception and betrayal. It is a call to trust your intuition and to see through illusions that may cloud your path. Embrace the power of discernment and be wary of those who may seek to deceive you. Remember, true wisdom lies in seeing beyond the surface.

Page of Pentacles: The second card brings a message of new beginnings and earthly manifestations. It signifies a time of learning, growth, and practicality in the material realm. Embrace the energy of curiosity and diligence as you embark on a journey of self-improvement and financial prosperity. Stay grounded in your pursuits and be open to the abundance that awaits you.

As you navigate the energies of the Page of Pentacles and the 7 of Swords, may you find a balance between practicality and caution, ambition and discernment. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your path with clarity, integrity, and a steadfast commitment to your growth and well-being. Pile 2: 💙

Ah, dear seeker, the cards have spoken, revealing potent energies that weave through the tapestry of your destiny. Let us delve into the mystical wisdom they offer:

Ace of Cups: This card is a vessel of divine love and emotional abundance, overflowing with the pure essence of the heart. It heralds a time of deep emotional connections, spiritual fulfillment, and the awakening of intuition. Embrace the boundless love that surrounds you and allow your heart to be a beacon of light in the world. Open yourself to new beginnings in love, creativity, and spiritual growth.

6 of Wands: The 6 of Wands is a card of victory, recognition, and triumph. It signifies success, public acclaim, and the acknowledgment of your efforts by others. This card encourages you to celebrate your achievements, stand tall in your power, and embrace the recognition that comes your way. Bask in the glory of your accomplishments and let your light shine brightly for all to see.

As you navigate the currents of destiny, may the blessings of the Ace of Cups and the triumph of the 6 of Wands illuminate your way and empower you to embrace the magic that resides within your soul. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your mystical path with grace and purpose. Pile 3: 💛

dear seeker, the cards have unveiled their mystical wisdom, weaving a tapestry of transformation and celebration in your path. Let us delve into the secrets they hold:

Death: Do not fear the ominous name of this card, for Death signifies powerful transformation, rebirth, and the shedding of old ways to make room for new beginnings. Embrace change with courage and surrender to the natural cycles of life. Release what no longer serves you and welcome the opportunity for profound growth and renewal. Remember, from the ashes of the old, new life emerges.

3 of Cups: This card is a joyful symbol of friendship, community, and celebration. It heralds a time of connection, camaraderie, and shared happiness with loved ones. Embrace the spirit of unity and togetherness, allowing yourself to bask in the warmth of harmonious relationships and mutual support. Celebrate life's blessings and find joy in the bonds that unite you with others. As you navigate the energies of the Death card in reverse and the 3 of Cups, may you find the courage to release resistance, embrace change, and celebrate the connections that bring joy and fulfillment to your life. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your path with grace, openness, and a willingness to evolve and grow.

Pile 4: 💚 Knight of Swords: urges you to take bold and decisive action in pursuit of your goals. Embrace a proactive and assertive approach, communicate your intentions clearly and confidently, and trust in your ability to overcome challenges with courage and determination.

Two of Cups: invites you to nurture harmonious and loving relationships in your life. Cultivate emotional connections based on mutual respect, understanding, and empathy. Celebrate the power of unity and love, and cherish the bonds that bring depth and meaning to your journey.

As you navigate the energies of the Knight of Swords and the Two of Cups, may you find a balance between assertive action and emotional connection, clarity of communication, and depth of relationships. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your path with courage, compassion, and a commitment to both personal growth and meaningful connections with others. Pile 5: ❤️ Dear seeker, your wisdom and guidance from the Spirit are about blessings, abundance, and opportunities to come. Keep up with your affirmations as you manifest your desires.

Eight of Wands: The Eight of Wands signifies rapid progress, swift communication, and forward movement. This card suggests that you are currently experiencing a period of quick developments and opportunities coming your way. It encourages you to stay focused, be open to new possibilities, and embrace the momentum that is propelling you forward. Pay attention to messages, signs, and synchronicities that may guide you along your path.

Ten of Pentacles: The Ten of Pentacles represents wealth, legacy, and long-term stability. This card signifies a sense of abundance, security, and fulfillment in the material aspects of your life. It may indicate prosperity, financial success, or the establishment of a solid foundation for future generations. Embrace the blessings of family, home, and heritage, and honor the traditions and values that contribute to your sense of security and well-being.

As you navigate the energies of the Eight of Wands and the Ten of Pentacles, may you embrace the momentum of progress and the abundance of blessings that surround you. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you move forward with confidence, gratitude, and a deep appreciation for the richness of your journey.

Pile 6: 💜

The Justice Card and the Six of Swords offer profound guidance and wisdom rooted in balance, transition, and transformation. Let's explore the mystical insights they bring:

Justice Card: The Justice card embodies themes of fairness, truth, and karmic balance. In a spiritual context, this card calls for you to seek equilibrium in your actions and decisions, ensuring that justice and harmony prevail in all your endeavors. Embrace the power of cause and effect, understanding that your intentions and deeds will manifest accordingly. Trust in the universal laws that govern the balance of energies and strive to align yourself with the greater good.

Six of Swords: The Six of Swords signifies a journey of transition, healing, and mental clarity. From an intuitive perspective, this card symbolizes moving away from turbulent waters towards calmer shores, guided by inner wisdom and spiritual guidance. Embrace the transformative power of this journey, releasing old patterns and embracing new perspectives that lead to growth and renewal. Trust in the process of transition and allow yourself to be carried forward by the currents of change.

Dear seeker, Trust in the wisdom these cards offer and allow their energies to guide you toward balance, transformation, and spiritual growth. May you walk your path with clarity, integrity, and a deep connection to the magical forces that surround you.

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[ezekiel-krishna]

Your Financial Guidance For April 💸

Pick a CARD 🎴

Please remember that this reading is not personalized, so only take which resonates with you.

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◍ Card 1

☆ Seven of Swords ☆

Ah, the Seven of Swords.. This card often speaks to matters of strategy, opportunism, and sometimes even deceit. In the context of your financial status for this month, this card may indicate a need to be cautious and mindful of potential risks and hidden agendas. It appears that this month, you may encounter situations wherein it's crucial to carefully evaluate all the information presented to you. Be aware of any potential deceptive or manipulative influences that could impact your financial decisions. There may be a need to protect yourself and your assets, so trust your instincts and proceed with caution.

You need to stay sharp and perceptive in matters of money. Take a close look at your current financial situation, leaving no stone unturned, to ensure you don't overlook any hidden risks or potential vulnerabilities. This card serves as a reminder to carefully strategize and plan your approach. As you journey through the upcoming weeks, stay alert for unexpected opportunities that may suddenly present themselves. Ensure that the opportunities, aligns perfectly with your values and goals. By doing so, you'll be equipped to make informed decisions and embrace the potential that lies within these unforeseen opportunities!

Always Remember, Seven of Swords doesn't automatically indicate negative outcomes. It's more of a gentle nudge to stay cautious and discerning. By approaching your financial decisions with a healthy dose of skepticism and careful consideration, you'll be better equipped to handle any challenges that may arise and make choices that contribute to your financial well-being..

◍ Card 2

☆ Eight of Wands ☆

Well, well, well! It's the Eight of Wands, and it brings some fantastic news! This card signifies swift progress, unstoppable momentum, and a surge of vibrant energy. Hold on tight because it suggests that your financial journey might soon witness unexpected breakthroughs, exciting opportunities, or a whirlwind of activity. The enthusiasm in you will ignite and propel you forward! Embrace the energetic momentum and be prepared to seize every opportunity that crosses your path. This card brings with it a surge of new ideas, exciting projects, and perhaps even unexpected financial gains. It's a time of progress and expansion in your financial pursuits, so make sure to make the most of it!

In the larger context, it appears that April could be a game-changer for you financially. The dynamic movement symbolized by the Eight of Wands suggests that there could be unexpected opportunities or thrilling developments on the horizon in the financial arena. Stay open-minded and nimble, prepared to take decisive action when the timing is right. April is set to be a month of rapid financial growth for you! Keep your focus sharp and trust your gut to spot and take advantage of the opportunities that will present themselves. Have faith in your ability to navigate this fast-moving journey and embrace the energy of expansion and progress.

Don't forget, it's all about your intention and determination when it comes to making these opportunities a reality. Keep your eyes peeled for synchronicities and be open to paths that might just lead you to financial abundance. The Eight of Wands is a sign that if you stay proactive and watchful, this month could bring some exciting financial progress your way!

◍ Card 3

☆  Four of Cups ☆

Oh.. Its Four of Cups making an appearance...This card typically signifies a time for deep reflection and introspection. It indicates that you might be in a phase where you're contemplating your financial situation, possibly feeling a bit stuck or unfulfilled with how things are progressing. Let the Four of Cups guide you in examining your connection with money and resources. Is your current approach in line with your genuine desires and aspirations? This card encourages you to contemplate whether there are any opportunities you've overlooked or if you've grown complacent in certain situations. It's time to reevaluate and make sure that your financial choices align with your deepest aspirations..

This April, you might come across a financial decision point. It prompts you to step back and assess if your financial circumstances align with your authentic desires and ambitions. Remember, there could be hidden chances waiting to be seized. While indicating areas of stagnation or a call for reflection, it also inspires you to venture into new avenues and adopt different approaches to enhance your financial situation. This month provides an opportunity for self-examination, encouraging you to review your financial habits, resources, and overall financial status.. With a fresh perspective on yourself, you now possess the ability to consciously make decisions that will attract the financial abundance you've been longing for..

Embrace the wisdom of the Cards and let it guide you as you navigate your financial path in April !

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[nvirskies]

valeria thoughts at this wonderful time of 10:18 pm on a friday night before i have a swim meet.

no major warnings? scar appreciation, softer val, i have so many thoughts, descriptions of non-sexual partial nudity, lesbian valeria and i will die on this hill, descriptions of injuries

men, nsfw, non-sapphics, terfs, 16-/21+ dni

normally she'd be a pretty closed-off person, always preferring to have her hands on you instead of your hands on her. it was just a thing of your security and peace of mind mixed with possessiveness.

some part of her was always touching you, whether it be a hand on your shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waist, her arm interlaced with yours as she escorted you to wherever it was you had to go, a feather-light touch of her fingers tracing idle circles on your thigh during meetings or in the car, and so forth. all small gestures signifying and cementing her presence in your life.

the entire cartel knew that you were hers, it's painstakingly obvious. even the men her sicarios have gone after knew not to utter a word against you unless they wanted to be apprehended by el sin nombre herself. it was essentially signing and mailing their death wish if anyone was stupid enough to try it and walk out alive.

the first time she'd let you touch the scars on her back would probably be right as the two of you are drifting off to sleep. the rare occasion that she'd be the little spoon, facing away from you.

no shirt on her torso to obscure your view of the expanse of the bronzed, mexican sun-kissed skin of her back now visible to you. the only tattoo visible is the one she had done in commemoration of your relationship, a small pair of intricately detailed revolvers with intertwined vines holding them together, resting just at the base of her neck.

the thin, pale lines of healed-over scar tissue that littered her back were always a bit of a sore spot for her. remnants of the slashes that once ran along the length of her spine, jagged patches of toughened skin from burns past, and countless seemingly unconnected, smaller cut lines.

to her, they all represented the times her trust had been broken, that she'd been backstabbed in both literal and metaphorical contexts. they represented her hurt. they symbolized her mistakes in trusting and confiding in the wrong people, and the very real possibilities that everything she'd worked for in building the cartel from the ground up from its stint as la araña, now pitiful in comparison to the currently internationally infamous cartel of las almas, would all come crashing down as a result of her mistake in trusting the wrong people.

but to you, they represented her resilience. her strength in continually getting back up no matter what happened and working to preserve what she had poured so much time, energy, money, and effort into maintaining. her unwavering commitment to it all. and of course, the trust she held in you to even sleep so exposed in the first place, leaving it all for your eyes to drink in til your heart's content. or until she turned in her sleep, whichever came first.

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[tripleglitchwriting]

Combustion (Part 1)

Soundwave (TFP) centric, gn human reader

CW: swearing, fearplay, calling a person ‘it’ (unintentionally)

Counting raindrops was not a particularly exciting or engaging activity, but it was enough to entertain you for the minute it took to get another bite on your fishing line. Sure fishing in the rain wasn’t the best idea, but it was better than stewing in boredom. Your house was close by anyway.

The river was always teeming with life- how could you ever ignore it, especially when it was raining? The smell of nature brought you back time and time again. And time and time again you found yourself sitting outside, sopping wet, counting raindrops, and trying to catch fish for no good reason. It wasn’t exactly the life you expected, but it’s the one you got, and that was okay with you.

Until it all came crumbling down when a giant fucking robot crashed into the lake.

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Despite Megatron’s best efforts, the ship was thrown into chaos. At first it was all going as planned- an ambush attack to destroy the Autobots once and for all. Soundwave managed to get a direct hit on one of their engines by tapping into the Nemesis’s defense systems, but it seemed the enemy had the same idea. As always, he stayed calm in situations like this, unsurprising the rest of the panic stricken crew.

Alarms blared as the ship’s main systems began to fail. Soundwave did everything he could to keep it running but to no avail. With a final order from his leader, the third in command was forced to abandon his post and into an escape pod.

He tried to ask what would become of Megatron, but the chaos didn’t allow for much information to get across to anyone, especially not with his oath of silence. Most of the pods were already gone, as well as Starscream who was specifically not given the order to leave.

He looked one last time at the Nemesis before entering the pod, hoping Megatron had a plan. Though, he always had a plan. All he could do now was trust in the mech he dedicated his life to. After all, what’s another disaster? He had survived much worse.

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The thing came out of nowhere. Well, not nowhere, it came out of the sky, but that didn’t narrow much down in your mind. You first realized something was wrong when you saw a plane flying by. Accept it wasn’t a plane, it was a big black machine from god knows where. It started out as a blip in the atmosphere but it quickly became evident that thing was going to land close, and you didn’t want to be there when it exploded or something.

You didn’t get too far. In fact, the mini earthquake it made when it hit the ground knocked you on your ass and almost into the river. Your fishing pole was long gone, as were the fish, that was evident by the fact that there was now a huge shiny jet black space object sitting smack dab in the center of the river. Now, as it seemed, getting rained on was the least of your worries.

You mumbled words of surprise and fear, made worse by the rumbling now radiating from the machine. It caused the river to ripple like a child trying to balance a full cup of water. Every other sound was either silenced or drowned out by the sudden movement. You tried to scoot back. You heard a click come from the thing, followed by the mechanical whirring of paneling removing itself from the shell, letting out a hiss of smoke.

Whatever this thing was it wasn’t something you were very interested in seeing the end result of. You tripped over your own mud soaked boots to get to a nearby tree, one big enough to at least conceal yourself behind. The panel continued to rise but you didn’t bother to look back and see it. Something inside you screamed to run and fast as you could to wherever you could, and you almost listened to it, but another click signified your time was cut short.

The tree was your best bet, and you were incredibly grateful to be there because something was moving inside that thing. Something big. It was as black as the pod it came from, but still accented by purple streaks along its frame. Slender arms and legs hobbled outside, sending river water crashing in waves along the bank. It was like nothing you’d ever seen before- more insane than anything you ever seriously imagined happening to you. A giant robot falling from the sky. Fantastic…

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Something went wrong. The pod should have slowed down during orbit, but instead it sent him hurtling down into an unknown planet’s atmosphere. Not ideal. Still, there was a war going on and he did not have the time to waste.

He seemed to have landed in a small stream surrounded by organic life. That’s what his scanners told him… right before they fizzled out and went offline. With no way to view the outside world he figured ejecting Lazerbeak would be the best course of action, but when he went to wake him up the drone didn’t respond. Only then did Soundwave start to feel a prick of fear. Maybe he was still having a hard time getting out of stasis lock, or he was out of energy after the crash.

Soundwave out a servo to his chasis and pushed those thoughts away. Right now he needed to contact the Nemesis and rejoin Megatron. With all the damage done to his pod he had no choice but to exit. He did so, though it seemed the stasis lock was still wearing off on him, or maybe he’d been damaged, because it took some effort to climb out of the vehicle.

Luckily his personal scanners were still online. It seemed this planet had precipitation in the form of water- not uncommon. Around him were various forms of organic flora, though from what he could tell no fauna. If there was sentient life here, it wasn’t very obvious. Just in case he flipped on heat seeking vision, curtesy of Shockwave, and did a one over on the area. No sign of anything… except a small figure hidden behind a large plant.

He strode toward it, not flinching at the grime that coated his pedes or the water sliding down his visor. The figure got a little smaller as he approached, curling in on itself. An interesting reaction, did it know he was there? Soundwave readjusted his vision to normal and placed a servo on the side of the plant’s trunk.

He peered over, revealing a small organic bundled up in a little ball. It was shivering. Could it be that it was trying to avoid the precipitate by huddling itself here? Well, if it was it wasn’t doing a very good job. Maybe Shockwave would enjoy a new test subject though. Soundwave should be back on the Nemesis soon as long as he could fix up his communication system.

Extending his tentacle like appendages, he carefully pushed the organic’s body open, causing it to squeak and try to escape. He quickly grabbed it before it could run. Its shaking intensified as well as its struggles, not that its weak struggling was a problem for Soundwave. He squeezed it a little, earning him another squeak, and it seemed to get the message. Smart.

Scanning the area again but finding nothing, he resigned to go back to the pod. There was nothing of use around from what he could see, he needed to fix Lazerbeak fast. Soundwave was the eyes and ears of the Deceptions, he couldn’t forget that. There was nothing left for him anywhere else.

Even so, in the disaster he found himself in, the little form in his claw brought some comfort to his spark. It was sort of endearing the way it started up its squirming again and refused to give up. It was nice to know a little thing that that could have so much spirit. Maybe this whole mess wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Sorry this took a bit for me to get out! It’s been quite the week. For clarification, this fic takes place in the same universe as Ignition, but much farther away. I still haven’t come up with a same for the AU yet.

I don’t know when part 2 will be out, it really depends on how much time and energy I have. I’ve been wearing thin on creativity lately but I still have an idea on where I want to take this. That being said, I hope you enjoyed my story so far! Have a good day/night wherever you may be.

#transformers #transformers g/t #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #transformers first contact #gn human reader #gn reader #human reader #tfp soundwave #g/t fearplay #unintentional fearplay

[tuesdaystarot]

PICK A CARD: Valentines Day Reading 2024

This pick a card will tell you a bit about how Feb.14th will go for you.

Reminder: Do not choose the photo you find most appealing/aesthetic/beautiful. Choose WITH your intuition. Meditate or pray on it, close your eyes and really get in touch with yourself, eliminate noise. Go with your instinct/gut feeling. The right choice will often make you feel certain bodily sensations if you're like me (eg. a shiver, a feeling in your stomach, your heart beating faster).

Also, please remember this is a pick-a-card reading, so it is very general and broad. It is possible not everything will apply to you. Some messages from spirit may be meant for another person in the group and not you. Take what resonates, leave the rest, xo.

Please pick one of the four options below using your intuition

From top left to bottom right (1, 2, 3, 4)

Option 1

Song: Naturally- Selena gomez and the scene

Oracle: spiritual truth

Queen of Cups Two of Cups Judgement XX

On valentines day, I see some sort of opportunity for a romantic union or a coming together with you and another person. this could be a date with your s/o or someone new, or something in some way is happening in which you and someone are coming together in partnership. 2 of cups is like the biggest signifier for love and romance with another person, so I def think this is in the books for you this feb.

Further, you are going to be having a spiritual awakening in love (you're going to realize who's meant for you or why a connection ended/should end or how to pursue a love you've been wanting). Whatever it is, it's going to feel shocking, like a revelation, and it's going to bring you together with this special person on love day.

Queen of cups is advising you to trust your gut, and the song saying it comes naturally is telling me that the right connection on v-day is one that makes you feel intuitively safe and one that feels not forced (this will be part of your big, spiritual realization on the fourteenth, for sure). Luckily, I think this new love or partnership that is coming on the fourteenth is a good thing as the 2 of cups is such a great signifier for a healthy romantic time, but let's get a signifier card to better understand what is going on here with 2 of cups. I got 6 of cups as a clarifier; in other words, someone from the past is coming in and is going to romantically approach you. it may be an ex. If this offering feels comfortable and natural, go for it. if it feels in any way the opposite, the cards are telling you to run. You really need to trust your gut on the fourteenth. With the photo, I am willing to bet this is someone who wants to sweep you off your feet or treat you like a princess/pamper you (if they have not already acted this way previously) on v day, soooo sweet lol.

Further, with the sun at the top on the oracle, this is telling me you do have an opportunity to have a lovely and positive valentines day, just choose wisely who you spend your time with, pay attention to gut feelings, and know that some sort of love offer from your past is coming in fast and furious. I do see the potential for a romantic outing here though.

One more signifier for the judgement card: High priestess. wow. I have gotten trust your gut messages for this entire reading; so pls know that this is your most important message and advice for your valentines day. Again, this card is neutral, it is not telling me much about the past lover coming in as to whether to trust them or not; it is just saying, be smart, listen to your inner voice, do what feels best for you on valentines day AND KEEP THAT IN MIND if an ex contacts you. if everything feels safe and good to you, it just might be that way, and you might be getting a very positive and beautiful love offer here. but if you have a weird feeling in your gut about anything, EVEN if he is wanting to pamper you and give you princess treatment and is coming in to offer love, do not fall for it. You are clearly an intuitive person, use that to your advantage, and i see you'll have a romantic, and wonderful v day if you do so.

Option 2

Song: Somebody else- the 1975

Oracle: express your truth

Justice XI King of Cups Three of Swords

Firstly, I am noticing tons of 3's in your reading. The song expresses a sadness from the singer because their lover found somebody else, which expresses a 3 person dynamic. Your oracle card has triangles within triangles written on it. And you drew the three of swords. This seems to be no coincidence. I have a feeling that on valentine's day, your heart is going to feel broken in some way either by something that happens shortly previously to vday or on vday. The three of swords really encapsulates a heartbreak (im sorry to say this love).

Secondly, justice speaks of karma, speaks of truth-telling, speaks of people getting exactly what they deserve. With the 3s, it is certainly possible 3 ppl are involved in this mess here. Maybe you will get cheated on (or have recently and it is all unfolding around v-day), or there is some sort of love triangle in which things are not working out in your favor. Know this though, on valentines day, the justice card is telling you that things will balance themselves out, and if someone betrays/betrayed you, they will karmically get what is coming to them. If it is you who has betrayed someone, then it is the opposite, you will get what you karmically deserve here (especially if you are dishonest about stuff, as the card "speak your truth" really emphasizes a need for honest conversation here).

King of cups denotes a partner who seems devoted, caring, emotional. Maybe this is your current partner or a person who has betrayed you, or maybe it is you. it is likely the person who has more masculine energy. Signifier; The sun. This person seems very warm, kind, genuine to you. They make you so happy. It is probably shocking to you that something could be going wrong in your connection.

I get the feeling you really love/connect with this person and with the lyric " I'm picturing your body with somebody else", your heartbreak is really encapsulated here. Gosh, Pile 2 ! I'm so sorry, this seems like a rough valentines day, and even possibly a rough month for you? However, it is not all shadows, so do not despair. The justice card is a hint that the truth always comes out, and the truth is ALWAYS better than deceit, even while painful. So know, that by valentines day, you will know the truth about any sort of betrayal or anything that someone you love may be involved in, you will not be kept in the dark.

I will ask for a signifier regarding the justice carD: page of pentacles. this gives me the feeling that you may PHYSICALLY find something or have receipts. Justice card is encouraging you to speak your truth, if you have found some sort of proof of unfaithfulness or someone doing you dirty in any way, even if its valentines day and it feels like ill timing, bring it to the table and communicate with them.

Advice on how to have the best valentines possible despite these negative messages and potentially hard implications: The hermit card. Spend some time in your own skin. After you communicate with this person, share your truth, stick up for yourself, and hopefully get some truth in return, spend some time alone with yourself. It is hard to hear this message on valentine's day, but hanging around this person or others just will not be the best thing for your mental state as of rn. Spend some time, cuddle up, watch a funny movie, take care of yourself, reflect on the situation by yourself if it helps you feel better, if not just pig out on icecream. Really though, treat yourself with something sweet on this day, cuz you deserve it! And know that things WILL get better, even if this is a hard day/time for you. I can feel that things will turn around for the better after this. Sending so much love and light.

Option 3

Song: Too much- Kehlani

Oracle: Allow the unknown

The High Priestess II The Lovers VI Seven of Wands

I really see valentines day as a self love day for you! A day where you work on yourself, you care for yourself, and you prioritize yourself (perhaps after needing this for so much time!). I see this as a day where you are going to regain some confidence with the lyric " I'm too much of a boss, baby its your loss, now you gotta live with it". You may think or reflect on an ex or person who stood you up, but you're not looking back with regret or sadness, you're literally thinking "damn he/she/they were an idiot because i've got my ducks in a row". And I love that for you! And this is not false confidence either, the high priestess is all knowing and intuitive. You know in your heart that you've got many great qualities and that any sane person should recognize you're a catch.... cuz you are.

But on v-day, other than that energy of reflecting on people before, it is less about love for you and more a professional/academic/creative pursuit you are placing focus on. You are going to have two paths or decisions that you can make on valentines day (and they are important, they will change the course of your life). One is going to be way more risky, with the seven of wands you will be calculating all the worst-case scenarios, and honestly, there are a lot. it is not exactly a safe choice. However, it is a passion-filled choice i'm seeing with the lovers, and the seven of wands is showing you have ambition, and you have your own wand/stick to fight against the risks, so while there are risks, you are able to fight against these challenges. the oracle literally is saying "allow the unknown", so I'm getting the advice here that for valentines day, spirit says choose the riskier and more adventurous choice!

Yes, it is risky; but you are a force to be reckoned with, and you need a little challenge in your life rn. You're also so, so unique and talented; the picture shows a golden heart in a black and white world, as well as the oracle with a palm that has intricate designs and fingerprints. There is something special and distinct about you and your ideas, and while one of the choices here may have many opponents lining up going against you, or maybe just the odds being stacked against u, you just may have what it takes despite this due to your uniqueness. So the cards are saying go for it! Keep loving yourself and being confident on valentines day and have faith in yourself.

The high priestess shows that you will intuitively know that the riskier choice is more for you, you have a keen understanding of these things. so do not doubt your gut feeling.

Just so we have a bit more of an idea of the tough choice you'll have to make, here's a lovers clarifier: The fool. Hah omg. So many signs are saying that you should jump into whatever this is without overthinking. I'm getting the choice may be something to do with adventure, with creativity, a new idea. Maybe a business venture? Or anything you've not fully tried before? Something the world has not yet seen? Whatever it is, it's a new, shiny, exciting, and terrifying choice, but spirit is urging u to make it this v-day. Best of luck!

Option 4:

Song: ...Ready for it?- Taylor swift

Oracle: Clarity of insight

Seven of Wands The Tower XVI The Chariot VII

Oh my, someone is going to have quite the eventful valentines day. For the lyric I got "baby, let the games begin.", and with seven of wands I literally heard in my head " beating them off with a stick" about your suitors, cuz you have so many competing over you. There are clearly lots of ppl interested in you on valentines day, it may feel even overwhelming how much people will compete to get your attention or get you to go out on v day. Nonetheless, know that, while attention may feel nice (any leo risings here?) not all of these suitors are right for you or will contribute to your life in a positive way. I am getting that two in particular may stand out to you.

The tower brings a lot of drama and destruction. And I think that represents two things for you this v day. 1. just the chaos and drama that may ensue due to all these people fighting for your attention, as well as the passion that will bring. 2. The potential for some of these guys/girls/people to be no good for you... the potential they may fuck everything up in your life, bring about a lot of games, drama, just toxic energy that is a no no. If you do not choose correctly who you spend your energy on, destructive relationships will ensue.

Nonetheless, you as the chariot, need to take control of your life. You cannot let a toxic person get the best for you... you need to make a choice that will support your future in a positive way for your love life. Know that sometimes something that feels "hot, passionate, exciting" and gives you butterflies, is also something that can be stressful and unsoothing and not a "soulmate relationship". The drama can be all fun and games, until it's not. and this valentines day, I'm getting the message from spirit that it's time to get serious about your love life and prioritize suitors who are going to bring the best energy into your life.

You may feel stuck between two people in particular this v-day when you're deciding who you wanna go for, spend energy on, go on a date with etc.

I'll pull up some clarifiers to better understand who these people are.

two of cups, the sun

Possible signs: Leo, Libra, Cancer, Pisces, Scorpio

Spirit is telling me this person is your soulmate. They are, 100%, the right choice to go with this v day. You two will have a beautiful connection, but remember, it is your choice if you want to put energy into this. I feel like a calm, warm love will ensue. This person may have blonde and/or voluminous hair. They will have a very positive and funny personality. Think, golden retriever. They will be relationship oriented, and romantic. It may be someone you're currently seeing or just a crush.

2. Seven of swords, king of cups

Possible signs: Gemini, Aquarius, Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn

Spirit is telling me this other option is not the person to go for this v-day. They are sneaky and dishonest with you either currently, or if not, even worse, they have the potential to be like this in a future relationship with you. They may be witty, smart, cunning, and chatty; yet also emotional and traditional. They may have the habit of talking down to people. For looks, I am not for sure, but possibly a trendy sense of style, shorter in stature, blue eyes. This is not likely someone you're currently dating; either a crush or someone who has pursued you and you're thinking about seeing.

Remember, choose wisely and act insightful! And passion, while great, does not always mean a person is the best option. Pay attention to how people treat you and if their values align with yours and your future plans. Random message, but i feel like you'll get a cheek kiss this v day!

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[estrellami-1]

For steddie prompts, what about….Eddie introducing Steve to the band!

Maybe they’ve been quietly together for a while and Eddie finally feels ready to be more public. BUT he’s dating “king” Steve. How will his friends react?

Feel free to skip if you’ve written something similar ❤️

Ooh okay I LOVE this idea. Please keep in mind I know nothing about the band or how to do their voices so. Like I’m only 84% sure it’s Gareth, Jeff and Freak. Whom I’m naming Frank. Also I don’t remember who coined Emerson as Gareth’s last name but yes you are correct and I’m stealing it please and thank you.

“Hey, uh, guys?” Eddie coughs, turning around to face the rest of the band. “Listen, you, uh. You’ve been really cool, about the whole framed for murder thing, and the whole…” he wiggles his fingers, signifying everything he can’t talk about. “All of it. And, uh. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Gareth shares a look with Jeff. “We know, man. You’re seeing someone.”

Eddie blinks. “How?”

“You smile, like, all the time, dude. It’s kinda concerning. Your face is gonna get stuck like that.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing. “Shit, man. It’s that obvious?”

“Kinda,” Jeff agrees.

“At least it is to us,” Frank adds. “We know you, man.”

“Listen,” Gareth says. “Whoever this person is. Do they make you happy?”

Eddie pulls a piece of hair across his face. “Yeah,” he murmurs.

“He’s blushing!” Jeff crows. Eddie flips him off.

Gareth flaps his hands at both of them. “Shut up! Children, both of you! Eddie!” He grasps Eddie’s shoulders. “They treat you well?”

“Better than I thought I deserved.”

“Goddamn,” Frank mutters. “Where do I find someone like that?”

“Right here,” Jeff croons, batting his eyelashes and leaning in. Frank, unimpressed, pokes his forehead with a drumstick.

“I work with children,” Gareth mutters, which is funny considering he’s the youngest in their ragtag group. Eddie chooses not to mention it. “Listen, man, we’re not gonna care. Man, woman, somewhere in between, as long as they make you happy.”

“Exactly,” Jeff adds. “As long as it’s not, like, Jason Carver or some shit.”

“Or a kid,” Frank points out. Eddie makes a face.

“God, no, never. To either of those. Listen, just. He’s changed, alright? Can you trust that?”

Gareth and Jeff share another look. Jeff steps closer. “You’re the best judge of character we know, Eddie. If you say he’s changed, we’ll do our best to listen.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Because he, uh. He’s gonna come pick me up today.”

Frank hits the hi-hat, letting it rattle. “You’re shitting me. We’re gonna meet him?”

Eddie nods, pulling another piece of hair in front of his face.

“Oh, man,” Jeff says. “You’re gone on this dude. Can you tell us anything about him?”

Eddie bites his lip. “I mean, you’re about to see him. But during the whole… everything. He saved my life more than once.”

“Then we owe him a whole lot,” Gareth says seriously.

Eddie smiles at his friends. “Thanks, guys. Alright, back to practice, Frank, count us in!”

Towards the end of practice, a car pulls up. Eddie doesn’t notice, he’s got his eyes closed, focused on what he’s playing. Jeff and Gareth give each other another look.

Steve Harrington steps out.

Frank misses a beat.

Eddie turns around, brow furrowed in question, then turning back to the front and grinning when he sees Steve walk up.

The song’s barely over before Eddie’s putting his guitar down and practically launching himself at Steve, who laughs and wraps his arms around Eddie. “Hey, Eds.”

“Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, hugging him tighter before just as suddenly releasing him and turning to the rest of the band. “Steve, these are the guys. Gareth, Jeff and Frank. Guys, Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve, Eddie’s said literally only good things about you. Today.” Gareth offers him a hand, and he accepts, laughing.

“Yeah, we’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but he never did it. I finally realized I’d have to actually come up here if he’s ever gonna do it.”

Jeff frowns, cutting his eyes over to Eddie. “You wanted to tell us, though?”

“Yes, definitely! It was my idea, actually, just. You know how my brain is about things sometimes.”

Steve frowns, poking Eddie’s head. “Be nice.”

Eddie pretends to bite at Steve’s retreating finger. “To who? I am!”

“To yourself,” Steve laughs.

“Oh,” Eddie says, then grins slyly. “Why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

Steve grins back. “Because if you don’t,” he starts, finishing by whispering something in Eddie’s ear that has him gasping.

“You wouldn’t.”

“See, that’s your choice, isn’t it?”

Eddie frowns. “You’re mean.” But he leans into Steve’s side anyways.

“Eddie,” Frank says, “how in the hell did you get together with your high school crush?”

“Aw, you had a crush on me?” Steve says happily. “How embarrassing.”

“We’re dating, Steve.”

He just shrugs. “Still.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “To answer your question, Frank…” he locks eyes with Steve, and they both start giggling. “Threaten him in a boat shed?”

“Try to get him back with his ex?”

Eddie groans, hiding his face in Steve’s shoulder. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Probably not.”

“Somehow I have more questions now than I started with,” Frank says, “and I’m scared of what the answers might be.”

“Hey,” Gareth says suddenly, loud enough Steve and Eddie jump apart. “What the hell are you thinking, man?” He addresses Eddie, walking past them to the mouth of the garage. He doesn’t miss the way Steve angles himself in front of Eddie, trying to protect him. Good. He shuts the garage door. “You know how nosy my neighbors are, man, you can’t just do whatever you want! If people see-”

“Shit, man,” Eddie says, relaxing. “You’re right. Sorry. Thank you.”

“I’m happy for you,” he says, noting the way Steve’s shoulders go down. “But you’ve gotta be careful, man, we just got you back.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “You’re right.”

Gareth smiles, then. “Let’s go inside. You know my mom made lemonade, and I think we all want to hear how exactly this happened.” He smirks, gesturing at Steve and Eddie.

“You guys go ahead,” Eddie tells them. “I’d like to say hi to him first.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, moving towards the door. “I’m coming back out here in two minutes,” he warns.

He gives them ten.

#I haven’t written anything like this before actually #but it was a lot of fun #even with not knowing how three of them are supposed to sound lol #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #writing #asks #prompts #starambles

[moonlightdreamzz]

DUALITY W/ HONGJOONG (S)

REQUEST ✰ “Can you pls write one where he is super kind/nice and quiet in person but behind closed doors they're nasty asf & dominant😭 preferably w yunho, yuta, hongjoong, or mark)🥲or anybody you'd like! :D”

“You want more?”

The two of you are currently at the final destination of your double date—a buffet, and you’re absolutely stuffed. Hongjoong's eyes are warm and submissive as they search yours for a sincere answer, and yet, before you can utter a word he kisses your forehead tenderly before grabbing your cup and taking it to the nearby machine to refill it. You giggle as he walks away, embarrassed by how well he knows you. His prince charming act is also quite comedic, considering his handprint is still on your ass cheek from your festivities last night. It stings, real bad by the way. It doesn’t take long for him to return back to the table, your infamous drink combination filled to the brim of your cup.

“How does it feel to have the sweetest boyfriend in the world?” Your friend, Jaz, questions, which causes her date for the night, San, to bump her shoulder lightly in fake offense.

“Yeah, Y/N. How does it feel to have the sweetest boyfriend in the world?” Hongjoong repeats, his head titling in a manner that seems so innocent. His smirk even seems boyish as he places his straw in his mouth to hydrate, but under the table, his hand is rubbing the inside of your though seductively, encouraging you to answer wisely if you didn’t want to spend the rest of the night begging him to please you.

“Oh,” Your adorn, looking off into the distance dramatically, “He’s the best. I never have to ask for a thing. It’s like he can read my mind.”

His hand softly pats your leg, signifying that you did an outstanding job. He'd certainly whisper "good girl" in your ear if they weren't here, but that's okay. You're patient, and you know you'll be hearing that all night once the two of you go home—if he chooses to reward you tonight, of course.

The four of you continue wrapping up your dinner with you sharing some of your unhealthily sweet stories about your boyfriend. He of course is loving every second of it, but stays humble through your bragging.

“I just love her so much, you know? I just wanna do any and everything for her.” Is all he can respond verbally. His eyes say a multitude of things, though—some sentences you understand without question, and some you know will get answered soon.

The second the door locks behind Hongjoong in your apartment does he instruct you to go wash up, promising you that he’ll be there soon. You learned a long time ago that you can never trust what he says when he’s hungry for you, which is why you’re not surprised when he never shows up. After ensuring everything he may explore, or not, is clean, you put your silk robe on and head into your bedroom. There’s a multitude of objects spread out on your bed, and your knees become weak as you notice it’s all toys and objects that make your body scream in the best way. A shirtless Hongjoong is also on the bed, and you know he’s testing you.

“I want you.” You quickly spit out before he even gives you an option.

He stands, removing his clothes one by one while chuckling proudly. “I know.” He presses a painfully gentle kiss to the side of your head, staying there for a moment. “But you can’t have everything you want, remember?” He teases, “So I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to pick a toy. When I come back out, are you gonna be ready?”

“Yes.” You breathe out.

He begins to walk away, and you know you should let him. You won tonight, but would you be you if you behaved?

“But doesn’t the best, sweetest boyfriend in the world, give his girl whatever she wants? Hm?”

The silence in the room is so thick, you don’t know how you’re still standing. The smirk on your face cannot be wiped away as you wait in anticipation for what he’s going to do next.

“You love talking shit, huh? Come back in the shower.” He demands, and you follow suit without hesitation, this time.

#ateez #hongjoong smut #hongjoong #kpop black reader #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez headcanons #hongjoong imagines #kpop x black reader #ateez x black reader #ateez scenarios

[staytinyville]

Hongjoong

PLEASE REFER TO MASTERLIST TO GET FULL TAROT READING EXPERIENCE

↣ Summary: God created man in his image. He gave man a partner so as to not be lonely. When the evil sin of temptation comes to ruin the very being of you, you look towards Hongjoong for resilience. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x gn!Reader 

↣ Genre: Smut (M), romance

↣ AU/Trope info: Adam and Eve!au, non-idol!au, 

↣ Word Count: 2.1k

↣ Warnings: The discovering of sex so they really like in the unknown, unprotected sex (we don’t do that here), mutual masterbation, creampie, breeding kink, you’re a bimbo bro because we high off love, sorta religious backstory, incorrect religious stories

↣ A/N: This is very inaccurate. Honestly I forgot about Hades and Persephone type stories but I have that in another imagine here (Guess which one). Also this AU sounds kind of cool. But it’s my rendition of the lovers card. We love this card! It brings us emotional joy.

THE LOVERS

Love, Harmony, Relationships, Value Alignments, Choices

This card is a card that goes deeper into one’s life between them and another being. It reaches into the depths of the heart to tell you that your emotions have reached full peak together. It can be a new romance, new partnership, or even a new budding relationship with a friend. This card is meant to tell you that where you are going with someone is where you’re meant to go.

This is a card that lets you enter your being to make the choices you want with yourself or others. It’s not just about a relationship with someone else but also with your own emotions. You can be honest and open with someone else, as well as yourself.

Ultimately this card is meant to signify the choice you have with your mental/spiritual side. You are someone who trusts and who falls. Because of this you have to understand where it is you want to go. 

VI THE LOVERS

Then the God said, "It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper as his partner."

You closed your eyes as the breeze brushed past your skin. You took in the sun’s rays that kissed your skin, feeling its warmth heat your body. As your eyes opened back up, you saw brightly colored fruits covering the floor in a bush. Kneeling down, you softly picked one before bringing it to your lips. 

The juices seemed to fall down past your lips, causing you to lick at it before it dropped further down your skin. Because you had been so entranced with the taste of the fruit, you hadn’t noticed the only other person walking up to you. 

“Hello.” You turned around, eyes sparkling at the sight of the handsome man.

His hair was pink and looked like it needed to be brushed. Locks of it fell in front of his eyes and it made you want to reach out to move it away. It had been swished to the back, like he had been moving his hands through it. He was ethereal to you–like you were seeing the creator yourself. 

“Hello.” You smiled brightly, coming to a stand. “Would you like some?” You asked him, holding out some of the strawberries you had in your palms. 

He looked at the fruit in wonder before reaching out to take one for himself. “Thank you.” He told you politely, bring it up to his lips. 

You watched his lips wrap around the fruit, making you lick your own when the juices spilled out. You tilted your head to the side as a new feeling seemed to overcome your body. It wasn’t an unappreciated feeling, but it did leave you wanting to explore it more.  

“What are they?” He suddenly asked you.

You looked down to the berries in your hand. “I called them strawberries. They are very delicious.” You giggled. 

“You're very handsome.” You told him honestly, moving closer as you circled him. 

“Thank you.” He answered, turning around to follow your movements. “You're very beautiful.” He told you, reaching a hand out to grab onto yours.

Your fingers intertwined with his, making you squeeze them. When your body began to heat up, your breath seemed to get caught in your throat as you subconsciously grew closer to him.  

“How long have you been here?” He hummed. 

“I don't know.” You spoke up. “I woke up under the Apple tree.” You told him, turning your head to look at the large tree growing in the middle of the garden. 

“You didn't eat from it, did you?” You snapped your head to look at him, watching as his eyebrows were pulled together. 

“No.” You shook your head. 

“Please don't.” He told you.

“Why?” You asked in curiosity.

“I just need you to trust me.” 

The way he spoke to you made you feel light-headed. You wanted to do everything he told you because that was what your body told you to. This man was the person you were destined to be with and you were not about to go against his wishes. Everything about him called to you

“Okay.” You smiled softly.

And the man and his partner were both naked, and were not ashamed.

One day, while Hongjoong tended to the animals, you had spent the time under the shade of the apple tree. You were appreciating the smell that it brought–tempting you, almost. But every time you would think about an apple, you would be reminded of what Hongjoong had told you. 

You were going to honor his word, because his word was what brought you joy. It made your insides flutter and want to please him in any way you could think of. You began to think about him in a different way, that had you missing him.. Your thighs rubbed together, hands clenching at the grass beside you. 

However, your eyes quickly snapped open when something called out your name. 

“(Y/N).” The voice slithered closer to you.

Turning your head in suspicion, you watched as a snake made its way closer to where you laid. You sat up quickly, glaring at the animal. “You talk?” You questioned it.

“Yes, I'm one of the creations who can.” It raised its head, speaking your tongue. 

“The other animals can't though.” You told it.

“Because I am special.” It continued. 

“If you say so.” You shrugged, going back to looking at the garden blew with the breeze that passed. 

“Why don't you try this?” You turned back to the animal, watching as it brought an apple forward with its tail.

“An apple?” You raised to your knees, frowning at the fruit. “Where did you get it from?” You quickly looked up to the tree, counting all the fruit that were there. 

“I got it from the tree you woke up under.” It explained to you. 

“Hongjoong told me not to eat from it.” You shook your head. 

“What he doesn't know won't hurt him.”

You glared down at the snake, shaking your head as you began to feel uneasy with it. 

“But it will hurt me.” You shook your head. “I love him. I can't disappoint him. No, thank you, Mr. Snake.”

“It's alright!” It persisted, shoving the apple closer to you. “Truly! I'll take your worries from you.”

“No. I'm okay.” You pulled back, starting to get upset with the way the snake was forcing you.

“Just a bite.” It pushed the apple into your face, making you swat at it.

“You're being very persistent and I'm not liking it.” You frowned, coming to a stand.

“Eat it!” The snake hissed loudly.

“She said no.” Hongjoong stepped on the snake's body, stomping it into the ground.

The animal hissed, moving to try and bite at Hongjoong, but the man was quick to grab it by the neck. “You better go home before he comes down.” With that, he quickly threw the snake across the garden, far away from the both of you. 

You looked at him with wide eyes as you took in his rough look. It made your body heat up from how angry he looked. The blush began to settle over your entire figure, making you squirm. When Hongjoong turned to look at you, his features softened, reaching out for you.

“You trusted me.” He breathed, forehead placed against yours. 

“I love you to the heavens.” You smiled at him. “I will always trust what you tell me.”

“My love.” He breathed out before closing the gap between your lips. 

Your chest quickly pressed against his, hands moving to wrap themselves around his shoulders. His own moved down to your hips, pulling you tightly against him. His fingers gripped onto your fat, grunting as his cock seemed to brush against your leg. 

He pulled back from you, looking down at his length that seemed to have blood rushing towards. You looked down as well, tilting your head at the appendage that was slowly rising up. You became curious over it, reaching out to touch it. 

When Hongjoong hissed and dropped his head back, you quickly pulled back in worry. “Joong?” You asked him softly. 

“That felt really good.” He panted, taking a hold of your hand again to place it back on him. “Please don’t stop.”

You watched as your hand seemed to begin to move on its own, biting your lip from the noises Hongjoong was making from the stimulation. Your legs twitched, grinding together as you started to feel something between them. 

When Hongjoong opened his eyes to look down, he took notice of how you were rubbing your own legs together, so he thought it would be best to do what you were doing to him. The moment his fingers made contact with your heat, your hands faltered on Hongjoong’s length as you gasped out. 

“Hongjoong.” You moaned, hips stuttering against his hand.

“Does it feel good?” He whispered into your ear. “I want to make you feel just as good as I do.”

You nearly fell if it wasn’t for Hongjoong holding onto you as you did. His hand had moved from your core, making you whine. As you got back up, your hand began to move along him again, just as his own fingers began to feel you up. They probed at your entrance, just barely causing you to shift your hips to take him further in. 

You moved back to kiss Hongjoong again, tongue swiping against his from how his mouth hung open. He moaned against you, hips moving on their own. Your eyes went wide as a ball began to form at the bottom of your stomach. You wanted to push him away from it, but something was telling you to let it explode. 

And when it did, you nearly fell onto your knees. Your thighs clenched Hongjoong’s hand tightly between them, hand still moving along his length. Just as your orgasm was finishing, Hongjoong’s hit him full force, the man letting out almost a roar as he seemed to fall to the pleasure coursing through him. 

His seed was white as it covered your lower body. You looked up at him as he tried to calm down. As he was trying to hold himself together, you took some of his cum with your fingers and moved to lick them clean. 

“My love, you are truly perfect.” He sucked in a breath as he watched you eat his seed. 

Hongjoong softly placed you onto the ground, laying you down onto your back. He crawled over your body to give you kisses again, feeling his cock slap between your legs as the heat seeped out from the both of you. Without realizing it, he began to thrust his hips between your legs, moaning from the pleasure. 

“It feels so good.” He breathed out. 

“Hongjoong.” You whined, lips pouting.

You began to gasp out, moving your own hips up in tandem with his. When the tip of his cock seemed to get caught at your entrance, making you gasped out loud. There was something primal about the whole thing. Something you both somehow knew was supposed to happen between the two of you. There were thoughts that neither of you seemed to have before until that moment. 

“Please, let me breed you.” He shut his eyes tightly, forehead pressed to yours. “Let’s do what the creator has asked of us. I want to feel that primal want with you. Please feel it with me.”

“Make me yours, Hongjoong. Make love to me.” You panted against his lips. 

“Only you and me.” He breathed out, pecking your lips. “We’ll be the lovers.”

With that, he pushed the tip into your entrance. You cried out as he slipped in easily, pushing his hips forward until he couldn’t anymore. The pleasure you felt the moment he has settled himself inside you was immense. You swore the swelling in your stomach had returned and popped at that moment. 

When you raised your hips to meet his, Hongjoong cried out, quickly trying to keep you on the ground. He moved back and forth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he couldn’t stop himself from moving faster. 

Your body moved back and forth along the soft grass, your gasps coming out quickly. Your throat began to dry out, and your fingers picked at the grass as it was clenched between your fingers. The longer he went on, the closer it seemed that you were going to pass out from the pleasure racking through your body. 

Hongjoong began to stutter, whines coming out from his lips as he sounded like he was about to cry. Tears were already spilling from your own eyes as your walls started to clench around his cock. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Hongjoong cried out, hips hitting your pelvis at a bruising pace. “You feel so good.”

The ball snapped inside you, stars dancing in your vision as you started to silently scream. The way your walls kept Hongjoong deep inside you, he wasn’t able to move out anymore, which led to him letting go of his seed inside you. 

He came with another loud yell, legs shaking from the orgasm racking his body. He could feel the warmth of his seed flood inside of you and wrap around him. As your legs seemed to go limp, he finally felt you unclench around him, allowing him to move out of you. As he did, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the white of his seed spilling out from you.

When he looked up at your face, he could see your eyes had closed and your breathing was trying to return to normal. His hand moved to rub at your forehead, thumb dragging down your cheek. When you opened your eyes to look at him, the smile you gave him made his entire being melting into a puddle. 

“Thank you for loving me.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @wonderlandnet , @pirateeznet , @k-vanity ,

#cultofdionysusnet #pirateeznet #wonderlandnet #k vanity #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #hongjoong #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong smut #tarot

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

How do they confess to fem reader

Fluff

Fir chrollo and Feitan (seperately ) plz

Of course 💕

Chrollo x gn!reader (200+ words), Feitan x gn!reader (500+ words)

Navi.

Warnings: mention of murder and torture in feitan´s part bc he´s feitan, reader bakes and cooks in feitan's part, Fei likens the reader to a bunny

The night was cool, though the sky was already clearer, signifying the coming of spring. He had picked you up in a sleek black car, waiting for you leaned against the door, dressed in a tuxedo. He drew you towards him by the waist, smiling lips finding your temple in a soft kiss before he opened the door for you and let you in.

It was quite the sensual night, air buzzing between you both. While you waited for the food, he sat leaned forward, gently holding your hands in his over the table. His thumb brushed over your skin as his eyes were fixated on you and only you.

The entire night his eyes never left yours for more than a moment, always finding them again after a quick glance at the waiter or your lips. His hands always sought yours out, and when you were eating, they were itching to feel your skin underneath them again.

He would soon enough, however. Under the starlit sky then, standing before the door to your home, he held your cheek and tilted your face up for the moon to illuminate. You were for his eyes only, your body only for his fingertips to caress. Your lips only for his lips to part.

You assume he had finally gotten used to you. After many months of being part of the Phantom Troupe - friends with the Phantom Troupe - he actually acknowledged you when you entered a room, shared a meaningful look with you when Phinks yet again made a fool of himself and once he even tried food that you had made.

He liked you, that much was clear even to you. He trusted you as much as he trusted the founding members, and he seemed to worry for you - in his own twisted way. When you got injured trying to capture someone, he would be far crueller than usual as he interrogated them.

It was Chrollo who called you to his side with a smile. Unlike Phinks and Nobunaga he had stayed quiet, not mentioning the obvious change in Feitan´s behaviour - let alone teasing him. You sometimes wondered, if the other two had a death wish making these kinds of innuendos towards Feitan.

Your face was still heated from their teasing when you followed Chrollo. Behind you, you could hear laughter turn into terrified screams as Phinks tried to flee his friend´s wrath. As the door closed, for a moment, you could feel a cold stare sending shivers down your back.

Chrollo - albeit often shockingly emotionally destitute - was very good at reading people. While understanding them seemed to be quite difficult for him at times, in this case, his taste in literature must have come in handy.

"You are incredibly lucky to have gotten on Feitan´s good side so quickly. I even doubt he´d eat food I made for him."

"To be fair I don´t think-" you broke down with a light giggle at the little scowl he sent you. Chrollo shook his head, before his expression turned serious.

"Most importantly, I want to let you know that from here on out a single misstep can signify your or another person´s death. If you are hurt - by anyone and in any way - they will die. Choose your words carefully or the Phantom Troupe or even your loved ones may not live to see another day." You tensed. "That is the love of Feitan. Fiercely loyal, but terrible. One misstep and you are dead. Remember that before you make any decision concerning him and you."

You nodded.

"Thank you, Chrollo."

He only hummed as you left.

Feitan awaited you as a shadow lurking before your room.

"What Boss say?"

You opened your mouth, but unsure what to say, you closed it again. Feitan laid his head to the side, before kicking himself off the wall and gesturing for you to open your door. Inside, he sauntered to the couch and reached out for a box of self-made cookies. When you still didn´t answer, he looked back at you, eyebrows raised.

"What? Cat bit your tongue?" his sharp teeth glimmered in the light.

"He simply told me that as a Phantom Troupe member, I should mind my actions."

Feitan frowned.

"That clear, no?"

"Well...more so because he said I am on your...good side?"

Feitan clicked his tongue.

"Like Phinks, so childish." He bared his teeth for a second before his eyes found yours. His gaze was calculating, as if trying to read you. Then, a smile broke out on his face.

"And what if true, hm?"

"Ah-" your eyes widened, and you fiddled with your fingers. Feitan laughed at that.

"So nervous. Like a bunny in cage," he hummed. "True. I like you. Question is: do you?"

You were unsure what to feel under that piercing gaze.

#chrollo x reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo imagine #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo hunter x hunter #feitan hxh #feitan hunter x hunter #feitan x reader #feitan #what-the-stories-have-foretold #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter #cafe employee

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Spider Socorro, Miles Quaritch and their parent-child relationship: an analysis of Spider’s attachment style

Surprise surprise! I study psychology! 🥰 though I don’t think it’s very surprising with the amount of overanalysing and reaching I do in my posts on the regular lol. Anyway, here’s my case for why Spider has a secure attachment type relationship with Quaritch based off of the things I have recently learned—

CONTEXT: In developmental psychology, there are three primary attachment styles people are known to have, which signify what kind of relationship a kid has with their caretaker.

Secure attachment style: Develops as a result of a both physically and emotionally present parental figure who provided a stable, safe space for the child. Results in an emotionally healthy, confident Individual who is not afraid of commitment and doesn’t require constant affirmation to know that they are loved.

Anxious attachment style: Develops as a result of a parental figure being inconsistent/disappearing at random periods of time and unable to provide emotional support for the child whenever they need it. Individuals often grow up insecure and have abandonment issues, are clingy and need constant reaffirming from their loved ones to be sure that they’re not hated or abandoned.

Avoidant attachment style: Develops as a result of a parental figure being absent, either mostly or completely. The person is likely to behave overly independent, but struggling with commitment and intimacy, as they were never given a consistent example of how to properly express vulnerability and openness.

( Disclaimer: irl, psychology is a complicated spectrum no matter what area of it you study, so please don’t use these simple af explanations to psycho-analyse real people <3 )

Anyway, now that we’re on the same page, I’m presenting my case👏 let’s go over the proof I’ve got:

One of the good signs present in Spider’s relationship with Quaritch is his confident attitude. A child who is in the vicinity of an adult with whom they have a secure attachment relationship is known to behave emotionally at ease, playful and curious. Spider is shown to be all those things at different points in the movie, like playing with the turret in the scorpion at Bridgehead and teasing Quaritch at several occasions throughout the story, amused by his incompetence or lack of skill. In a deleted scene Spider even hangs out of the scorpion as the recoms fly back into Pandorain wilderness from Bridgehead, yelling and laughing. It shows that Quaritch had somehow (likely off screen in the deleted scenes) created a safe space for the boy, which is reaffirmed by how Spider is never reprimanded for his sass. He is never outright threatened into being on his best behaviour, simply told that he is to stay out of the way, and therefore walks around freely. He still worries about the Sullys of course, but he knows that he himself is in no direct danger, and his confident behaviour signals that he, on some level, trusts Miles to keep him safe. Prisoners of war, whether they’re kids or not — don’t get such privileges.

The second green flag is physical touch. The moment where Spider rides an ikran with Quaritch and puts a hand on his knee? The moment where he explores the bridge on the sea dragon and crawls under Quaritch instead of going around? Every other scene prior to the village raids? It’s clear that Spider not only comes to accept Miles’s presence, but feels comfortable with him, and even occasionally seeks out physical touch. It’s a very nice golden mean where Spider is neither reluctant to being near the colonel, nor clingy. A very positive sign.

If Spider avoided physical proximity to Quaritch it would signal an avoidant attachment, while if Spider stayed too close, almost alarmed, seeking physical contact more often, it would signal an anxious attachment. Either way, it’d be a sign that Quaritch at some point off-screen left Spider in a stressful/alien/scary situation with no one to back him up or provide emotional support.

We don’t see any of those alarming behaviours, however. Spider being chill with touching Quaritch but not seeking affirmation says a lot about how much the kid trusts him, even if it’s on a subconscious level. In that sense, we could decipher that Spider has a secure attachment to the man (again, prior to village raids), because he stays fairly calm, even in an alien environment like a warship, knowing that whatever happens, his ward is going to be there and handle whatever problem arises.

I’m not even going to mention the smaller things that we see happen on screen, like Quaritch respecting Spider’s wish to not be called "Miles", or how Quaritch always listens to him, which must have all contributed to the kid feeling comfortable, but that’ll be it for this post!

( Second disclaimer: By making this post I don’t claim that Miles is a good guy or a good father of course. He’s still a villain and a piece of shit person, it’s just I’m surprised that he managed to do something right in this new life of his (before ruining it 😂) )

Am I overanalysing and reaching? Probably! But that comes with the territory of taking psych courses so bear with me 😅 might delete or rewrite later if it doesn’t make sense, but I hope I explained it well.

#avatar spider #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar quaritch #miles quaritch #spider avatar #atwow spider #spider atwow #atwow quaritch #recom miles quaritch #recom quaritch

[tag-if]

Hello! 🤗👋 If you don't mind, may I know what the ROs favourite flower's are and if possible, the symbolism behind them?

On a much more fluffier note! IMAGINE a scenario where there is only one bed and now the RO and MC has the share it 🤠 what would be their reaction 🤭

hi omg okay

i know i've answered the favourite flowers Somewhere but i actually can't find it, so here they are again :)

also, a note, these flowers were partially picked for their meanings, however the meanings may apply to the past (or the future), and not necessarily the versions of the characters MC first meets

Flowers;

A. Bellefleur; Wisteria (longevity, resilience, and devotion)

K. Valiev; African Daisy (purity, innocence, and loyal love)

A. Caras; Fuchsia (cheerful, playful, and uplifting) (they are also often given to signify you trust someone)

T. Bellefleur; Bluebell (gratitude, humility, and everlasting love)

M. Serrel; Deadly Nightshade ('beautiful woman') (used by renaissance women to dilate their pupils) (Atropos, one of the Three Fates in Greek myth, was the one who snipped a person's life string to decide their death as well; hence the nightshade's Latin name of 'Atropa Belladonna')

your reacts are under the cut :)!

One Bed :0

A. Bellefleur; clearly embarrassed, will do it to avoid the backache of sleeping on the floor (and too nice to suggest you sleep on the floor), they make sure all of the curtains are well and truly closed before slipping onto their side of the bed. they make a pillow wall between you and couldn't be closer to their edge of the bed if they tried (really, you wake up in the morning to them half hanging off of it). if you try to bring it up after you've left, they dodge the topic with a practiced diplomacy.

K. Valiev; you don't even have to ask, they're already setting up on the floor, one pillow and the spare blanket is enough for them. they could be convinced to share, however it would take so long that neither of you would get much sleep anyways (it's probably easier to just let it happen). if you try to bring it up after you've left, they give you the sweetest smile and assure you that it really was no trouble at all and they hope you slept alright.

A. Caras; they're on the floor, with their back to you, using their arm as a pillow. if you offer the bed you'll be ignored, they might take the spare blanket if you put it by them, but they seem content on the floor. there's no convincing them to move at all, they will not share with you. if you try to bring it up after you've left, they barely acknowledge their floor sleep, simply asking what you want as if sleeping easily on the floor was just an average occurrence.

T. Bellefleur; they're in the bed already, if you're uncomfortable with sharing then in all likelihood you'll be the one on the floor. they aren't meaning to be cruel at all, they work on 'finders keepers' rules (or in this case 'first come, first served'). if you try to bring it up after you've left, they grin at you and wink cheekily, informing you that you should be faster into the room next time.

M. Serrel; they'll do whatever you want. you want the bed alone? that's okay, they can manage on the floor with the spare bedding. you don't mind sharing the bed? perfect, they'll take whatever side you don't want. they are a naturally touchy person, so they are more than happy to cuddle up next to you for warmth if you want that. if you try to bring it up after you've left they grin slyly and tease you about missing them in your bed, they are happy to share with you again if you get lonely.

#tag-if #the advisor's game #twine wip #ro ask #ro; a. bellefleur #ro; k. valiev #ro; a. caras #ro; t. bellefleur #ro; m. serrel #some of the flower symbolism looks so off next to the people they're with #i find it quite funny aksj lmao #these were super cute to write though #good for getting me back into casual/fun writing #instead of essays #i say this like i'm not going to need extensions for my deadlines lmao

[hwnglx]

hi! if you’re open to it, can you do a dynamic reading on sunoo and sunghoon? thank you! 🤍

sunoo and sunghoon's dynamic based on tarot, take it with a grain of salt

what is their dynamic like?

9ofp+devil, 5ofswrx+queofcrx, 10ofc&sun

wow. these two definitely had to go through some challenging times to get to the place they're at now. see, when they're together, they actually make a beautiful team. the 10 of cups is basically the happiest a connection can get, combined with the card of happiness, the sun, it's like a match made in heaven. their friendship is based on pure moments of joy, harmony and warmth. i really think the existence of the other lights up both of their lives.

however, it seems like sunghoon and sunoo are on pretty different pages. sunoo is extremely self-reliant. in a way that's almost getting toxic and destructive. he was (probably still is) in this "i don't care about anyone but me" mindset. i honestly see it as a protection shield at this point. i think this boy has been through a lot and is overly protective over who he lets into his heart. sunghoon seemed to have struggled connecting with his bandmate for a while. there seemed to have been a period where he truly wanted to be there for him, but he couldn't because sunoo didn't seem to let anyone in. i'm getting feelings of powerlessness and frustration, he just couldn't connect to this bandmate although he wished to. tbh, this seems to have been a very specific period, since many members felt that way towards him. it has gotten better since, but i think there still is a certain emotional disconnect because of sunoo's protective barrier.

how does sunghoon feel towards sunoo?

aceofc, 4ofprx, 5ofp, 6ofsw, empr&5ofw

sunghoon cares a lot about sunoo. like a lot. and it seems to cause an inner conflict in him. it's like this constant battle between genuinely wanting to help his bandmate and be there for him, but also accepting a person as closed off as sunoo just can't be helped. it seems like whenever he tried getting to him, he'd hit a dead end every time. sunoo can be a very hot and cold type of person. in one moment he can be incredibly sweet, soft and invested in others, but also be extremely selfish in the next. it can be confusing, so in a way it's hard to know where you really stand with him? i think, much of sunghoon's frustration comes from that. his friend just isn't open about his true emotions. so even if you care about him a lot, you never really know if your attempt to help had any effect on him or not. sunghoon's kinda tired of that.

how does sunoo feel towards sunghoon?

hangm, 6ofp&pagofw, 9ofw+9ofc

this is kinda cute. despite sunghoon feeling pretty helpless, sunoo actually feels like he's getting a lot of support from his friend. he thinks that his bandmate is someone who stands by his side whenever he feels insecure and helps him find more trust and belief in himself. the hanged man does signify that there was a time where their friendship was pretty stagnant. but, i honestly think that sunghoon is one of the few members sunoo actually feels very comfortable with. he doesn't feel the need to put up a shield as much with him, he can let his guard down a little. you know how it's important to spend your time with people, who make you feel like you're being your best, most authentic self. and i think that sunghoon is an existence like that to sunoo. he seems grateful to be in the same group as him. however, he just doesn't express it as openly, which is why there is this continuous disconnect. well, sunoo just feels a lot in general, so it can be hard for him to express it without it getting overwhelming.

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot #enhypen sunoo #enhypen sunghoon

[crimson-phantom-designs]

Like What You See?

A reflection shows much more than what's on the outside but what is going on beneath the gaze regarding the one who's staring back.

Is it disdain of seeing a stranger from what time lost familiarity to or the watchful gaze of a lover to reunite the reflection with its bearer?

Written off the prompt "Like What You See?"

This story is mature content! 18+ only! It contains lots of descriptive spice, crazed passion and self loathing. You have been properly warned!

I spent way too much time on this to get it close to satisfactory as I could! Story is under the cut, wordcount is roughly 8400. It's a thorough story but worth it I promise. 😅👀😏

After coming through the door and offloading his hat and cane on the hook, Ebenezer took notice by short glance the inhabitant's garments were not already hung indicating he was still gone. Ebenezer groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck, forlorned in the emptiness that brought but steadfast in his persuit to the bedroom regardless. His tired, weary eyes tracked their way across the the grandeur spanse of his lover's flat to the bedroom looking forward to a moment to destress the long day away of closing accounts, offsetting others and the consistent griping of interests that accrued off debts he came to collect.

Maintaining his hardened, stoic decorum to put on a portrayal of strict modest severity waned heavily on his body and mind over time, where now he just wanted to shed that armor and unguard himself without the worry of social scrutiny. To let himself be *him* personally, what he was so careful no one caught notice of and dared thought him be weak.

Well, almost no one...

That thought made him tug a small smile as his guarded walls caved while he mentally shed the heavy armor letting his eyes soften to a dull sweetness as he took in the atmosphere.

Scrooge wasn't a man to be impressed by flaunted luxury dangled about to gain someone's attention, he found it disdainful infact, but his lover wasn't like that. This was his personal space he was allowed access to and was his lover's to spend his money how he pleased. He never tried to win Ebenezer over by it in a flashy style, the doctor certainly would see that as cheap and tasteless. For him it was a persuit of a different kind, one of wit. Ebenezer found that quite humbling in a way which made the opportunities when his lover did press gifts on him, what he shuttered at the price of, truly meaningful. It was something done out of special attention to his interest rather than to gain influence.

Regardless to the sophisticated air he wasn't used to, it felt nice coming here on ocassion as it was admittedly much more cosy than his own home. It was a space that proclaimed intellectualistic elegance and scholarly charm yet in an intimate fashion meant to bring one at ease, it was a far cry from Ebenezer's dusty emptiness of the massive space he called his own.

No detail here was gone unattended to in the meticulous doctor's abode. Highly polished, lavished furnishings of mahogany and rosewood decorated the space covered with plush upholstery and fine leather, anything one could ever dream of wanting. It was always so invitingly warm inside with a soft scent of whatever was in season, currently it was apples and cherries with an aroma of fresh lavender. It was a fragrancy that encouraged relaxation, what he readily looked forward to rewarding himself with.

Yet it also felt equally rewarding that he was finally given his own key in order to do so... He rolled the piece of brass, strung to his pocket by a chaitlaine, about his fingers like a keepsake in deep thought as his passive stare regard it warmly sentimental.

It was an act that took a monumental level of trust and showed much garnered appreciation he never thought he would have again, or ever in this aspect, from another person -particularly one as scrupulous as the doctor. The little gesture of both having exchanged pieces of metal was deeply signifying to him, it was far more than a door opener. It demonstrated an unbreakable bond and commitment between two people, as much as they could represent. One that was hard earned but that made it deeply gratifying to possess now as he dropped the heavily embellished mortise key in his welt pocket for safe keeping.

Not that Francis Osman really gave him the same approach. He had come inside his dwelling when he damn well pleased to deliver a passionate rousting,

not that Ebenezer tried to stop him... but it was getting abit much...

Ebenezer simply gave him a key to save on the stress of it. Yet it took an endeavor to get the same in return, something that upset him at first, but he also understood the sensitive nature of value in both monetary and the research held inside the man's personal quarters that would spell devastation if it was misappropriated by a turncoat. Ebenezer knew what was free to access and what was to be kept off limits, his personal study being the only limit, and he was trusted to respect that.

Yet the most rewarding factor was the fact the man being who he was and how closely he monitored others in his private spaces, trust him in this way without his presence. It felt lovingly validating as he knew the man never confer that to anyone before. It made that piece of brass the most valuable thing he owned.

Entering the bedroom, the first article of clothing to liberate himself of was a small but impactful one. He thread his fingers through the satin loops of the cravat that held his high color snugly about his neck. He loosened the knot absent-mindedly and pulled the constricting garment away to toss over the bedside chair as he welcomed the rush of crisp air against his throat with a small sigh. He popped the top button of his high collar to allow more relief.

He closed his eyes as he tugged the next confining layer off his shoulders and down his arms as he tossed the heavy tailcoat onto the bedside chair as well. Already feeling at ease, he went to unbutton the waistcoat as he opened his eyes to look down at himself in his own regard feeling modestly confident to do so.

He undone the four buttons as he peeled the form fitted, thick piece of clothing away and off his shoulders with a deep sigh of relief as fresh air reached through the thin linen shirt he was only wearing now, allowing his skin underneath to breathe.

He did enjoy how this layered attire tucked away some of his features he knew used to be firm and tight what no longer were. The wear of his age progressed and wore on him bitterly cruel to his mind but there was nothing to be done against time lost but try to conceal and not focus on it. He would just reliesh in the refreshing feeling to be free in the private comforts of such a privileged personal space.

As his next objective was to free his feet of his tightly laced spat boots his next following this was the ornate, mahogany marble poster bed in the center of this room. One he spent many an intimate moment in, but now simply craved languishing in the contentment of its soft, lush sheets. Yet as he kicked off his heeled shoes and passed the large mirror atop the dresser in this process of self relishment, he stopped in his tracks. He gave himself a hard, long look as his restful ready smile began to fade the more he looked in the mirror, scrutinizing himself without sympathy as he turned at all angles. Not appreciating the man he saw in the reflection without the image imagined as his ideal form.

He was drawn in further like a hare to a baited snare as he approached the reflection to lean forward and thread a worried hand through his hair then down the side of his face with a heavy sigh.

He had been feeling good about himself at least until now but he also couldn't stop looking no matter the want to as he held in place while the snare tightened.

Internally dwealing, he waned on all the years he lost just coasting through life, taking time for granted so carelessly, until the day he looked up to ready himself in the mirror one day and saw a man no longer youthful but aging what almost felt overnight. Grey hair had replaced his almond brown locks with a recede as it consumed the color all down his body. His vibrant blue eyes had dulled to pale slate and the hair along his face had started turning white, mercilessly draining even the grey along his temples, ever slowly consuming what color was left at all.

Ebenezer made a soft noise with a somber stare. He looked about like Marley now when he first started working for him just... tirder... Heavier circles under his eyes with more stress marks along their crevices and deep frown lines.

He couldn't understand how this could be a picture of appeal...

Which was why he tried to avoid regards in mirrors, outside of his focused preening. Particularly long ones such as this, because he knew where his thought patterns would lead as the person staring back at him felt like a stranger.

The outside didn’t match the way he felt inside and he found it depressing each time.

Even the hand that was examining his features hadn't escaped time as he glanced down at it through the reflection with an expression like it wasnt his own. Deep palm lines cut into his skin and along the back with wrinkles forming along the skin of his grip.

"Like what you see as much as I do?" The sharp raspy tone of Francis Osman cut the silence so close it made Ebenezer jump. He hated the soft natured talent the man had to almost manifest into a room without sound, he would never get used to it. Taking a quick gander at his well dressed attire, he assumed the man had just arrived home, saw his things by the door and went stealth as a fox on the hunt to purposely stir a fluster out of him. He was successful.

"Not particularly... nor do I necessarily understand how." Ebenezer's brow wrinkled at the disturbance to his self scrutiny but did allow a soft sideways gaze conveying his welcome more than language could. Something they both found mutually at ease to do with another, transfer conversation through expression alone.

"Are you saying I don't have good taste then?" Francis cocked a high brow yet shot a warned expression that he knew what the man was doing in here as he went so quiet.

Scrooge gave a bemused stare before scowling at him as he snipped defensively. "What does that have anything to do with my God given right to be critical about myself?"

"It's good to be attentive but sometimes one can be too critical in doing it..." Francis raised both brows with a heedful exchange. He slipped behind him, regarding an intense stare through the reflection as Ebenezer tried to ignore him and continued to examine himself, his hairline, the sides of his face. It was a through inspection, yet not completely in vain as Francis remarked observantly with a flat tone. "Your dysmorphic preoccupation is obsessed with perceived flaws in your appearance. It is such a repetitive behavior of yours to a point you don't know how you truly look, just what you think you see..."

Ebenezer huffed deeply with a sardonic glare. "Thank you Francis, I am aware. I don't need an analyzation of my frets right now..." He expelled a frustrated sigh as he returned to his inspection.

"Do you think I would have moved half way around the world for any old thing?"

Ebenezer cut a hard stare to him with a pause. "Well... You did..."

The fox moved to break the hare from a snare of its own mind as Francis tsked. "Ebenezer, you are your worst enemy..." He moved closer to rub Ebenezer's shoulders as his hands slip over his chest to pull at the remaining buttons of his shirt. Clearly to illicit a distraction, which was accomplished.

Ebenezer huffed annoyed as he tried to brush them away. "Francis, what are you doing? Quit that. What?-...No..." He finished with a whine at the realization of his undressing as his shoulders went slack. He only exchanged a very expressive pleading look though their reflection to stop yet doesn't try to halt him as Francis continued to unbutton the shirt.

"Why?" Francis chimed whimsically only looking up briefly from his task.

"I just want don't want you to..." Ebenezer exhaled pitifully.

"Want me to what?..."

"You know what..." Ebenezer spoke flat lowering his brows with a stare that conveyed all he needed to explain.

Francis hummed. "You don't like looking at yourself yet you can't hardly be pulled away when you do... I find that hard to believe you can't see what I do..." The side of his mouth twist a smirk, Ebenezer's reflection shot a petulant stare to that.

"There is a big difference in perspective of what I see and you see. I'm realistic in my appearance, you just see something to get perverted with..." He heard Francis chuckle not denying that fact as he felt fingers surround his neck to trace the legnth as they dipped under the stiff material, pulling it back. Ebenezer tried to ignore this as he half shrugged, giving himself a quick glance, before looking away with a knit brow. "So it troubles me sometimes... we all have our faults... its... more than just vanity... alot goes through my mind when I see myself..."

Ebenezer sighed roughly with a frown as he snapped himself out of his thoughts. He tried to slap away the hands that returned to undoing the shirt.

"...I also don't want to watch whatever you're planning on doing infront of this mirror to try and convince me agains't what my eyes see just fine." He glanced back through their reflection resistently yet his cheeks reddened slightly. "That's obscenely uncomfortable..."

"I never said anything about sex..."

Ebenezer barked a laugh with a cynical stare. "If I take my clothes off anywhere around you, I have learned too damn well to know what to expect. You can't control yourself."

"Have you ever complained before?"

"Yes!"

"Mm, fair enough... Well, if you were not so stunningly attractive, do you think that would be such a problem?" He shot an alluring glare to his reflection, one that was dangerously seductive and Ebenezer knew it all too well. It was one he found himself held captive to break free from as his mind twist in conflictions.

"...I... don't know... You... You're twisting my words, stop it." Ebenezer exchanged a heated stare before looking away, still uncomfortable with the whole idea.

Francis undone the final button of the linen shirt, resting just over Ebenezer's sternum, as he tugged the material to the side and over his shoulder. Revealing an expanse of pale skin and part of his chest, he rubbed a hand along the warm flesh of Ebenezer's bare shoulder to dip into the wide split V of his stretched collar. Artful fingers brushed through the soft dusting of chest hair underneath as they came around his pectoral form to tease the nipple making Ebenezer flinch from that with a soft, irritated grunt.

"I'm not hearing any complaining." Francis purred through a low rasp.

Ebenezer exchanged a depressive look with troubled brows though the reflection towards him. "When you're this determined, would it matter if I did?"

"My, my what a face... I'm not forcing you just... giving you a little encouragement..." Francis purred behind him as he applied a reassuring kiss to the back of his neck.

Ebenezer swallowed hard, only staring off into the reflection as Francis gathered the material up and pulled it over his head, then forward past his broad shoulders then arms, exposing more and more smooth, pale flesh. Yet as he popped the cuffs and slid them off the man's wrists to pull it away completely, Ebenezer gathered the material to his chest signaling resistance, the same somber look on his face.

"Oh, come on...." Francis spoke with a sedative lull to his tone as he kissed along Ebenezer's neck from back to side with a cunning stare. "Let me show you how beautiful you are..."

Ebenezer stared into the reflection uncomfortably but after a moment of tug a war with the garment, he sighed softly, looking away and let it go. "I can't believe you're making me do this... this is embarrassing..." He barely murmured over a soft breath, brows tensing in resentment.

"It's your body, there's nothing to be embarrassed by it, especially one as lovely as yours." Ebenezer made a small scoff to that looking away as he felt an insisting squeeze to his shoulders. "Now... What do you see?"

Ebenezer huffed a hard sigh through his nostrils, not wanting to look at first, as he rocked his head back to the mirror and gave himself a judgemental regard before rocking his head back to the man behind him. "Do want me to be honest or say what you want me to?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

Ebenezer sighed with an eye roll as he looked back with a languid stare, slate eyes fluttering over his naked torso with a frown. "I see a worn down 50 year old man who should really put a shirt back on..."

"Something positive..." Francis voice went flatly unamused.

Ebenezer's head snapped back as he groused. "What? That wasn't negative, its simply a fact!"

"You know what I meant..." Francis gave him a gentle push from behind.

Scrooge exhaled another sigh as he examined himself again for a moment. "...I'm thin." He half shrugged.

"A bit too thin because you refuse to eat regularly but it's a start."

"I gave it an effort, now who's being critical?" He turned to glare venom over his shoulder.

"No, that was honestly." Francis retort as Ebenezer grunt with a hard stare trying not to show the scathed vulnerability that remark caused as he knit a deep scowl. With a huff he went to move away from the mirror as he was seized quickly. "Ah ah, get back here." Ebenezer gave a pout but complied as Francis even tone spoke affirmed. "That was out of concern for your health, not a scrutinal one. I much adore your figure actually... I just wish you would care more for yourself is all." Fingertips flutter along his sides making Ebenezer twitch as Francis purred with a growing smile, studying him. "I could name all the things I like about what I see if you cannot... hmm... infact..." He hummed warmly nipping Ebenezer's earlobe what the man visibly expressed a sneer as he tried to pull away. Yet as he tried, Francis pinned his thighs between the dresser and himself as he slipped his hands over Ebenezer's wrists to hold him in place. There was a mild protest to that as Ebenezer cut his eyes away from the reflection, his face resentful but he didn't attempt to fight back as his shoulders dropped in defeat. Francis smiled as he studied this, his chin resting in the bend of Ebenezer's neck and shoulder. "How about... you let me do that and we go from there?"

"Go from there?..." Ebenezer parroted the words as his eyes stared off into the reflection with a discerning gaze back to him. "I do believe I am being set up..."

"Now you're being facetious." Francis grinned as he gave Ebenezer's frame a squeese, the man's expression still not swayed as he continued. "Now... hmm..." Francis hummed thoughtfully, keen eyes flicker over the man infront of him for a moment. "I see a beautiful set of slate blue, very expressive, eyes... Do you like your eyes?"

"Other than they seem to betray my very thoughts, I suppose..." Ebenezer glanced up, a soft sparkle in their centers revealing his delight to that compliment. He seemed to realize this and shield them away quickly, knowing this to be a fact.

Feeling himself being regarded with fine detail, Ebenezer's hands broke free to cross over his chest bashfully yet Francis pulled them back down agains't Ebenezer's objection but he relented, huffing a sigh with a stern glare but nothing else. The man's intense gaze bore a considerable weight, enough Ebenezer felt it burning into his skin. It was one he wouldn't dare meet knowing it would be his undoing as he swallowed hard and cut his eyes away.

"I see a squared face shape accented nicely with a wide jawline sculpted by soft, silky hair that frames your lips and strong chin... It makes those eyes quite prominent and emphasizes your smile... when you allow yourself to show one, that is..." He brushed the back of his hand along the sharp curve of Ebenezer's face as he brushed through the hair chiseling his jawline. He passed a finger over his lips making Ebenezer recoil slightly but he did offer a faint smile to it, Francis continued. "Hmm, I also see sharp, high cheekbones that accent your Roman nose very handsomly and soft, dense heavy silk that crowns your face. It's slicked back with a clean scent of pomade creating an arch of bangs forming a swooping, crashing wave..." Francis fingertips brushed along these features as he explained them like a medium to a canvas, pulling a small smile from the man as he grinned shyly, his face reddening. Francis finished his trail by threading his hand through the back of Ebenezer's heavy locks, relishing the texture and the way Ebenezer hummed to his hair being played with. "Don't you agree?"

"I don't know..." Ebenezer barely spoke, only stealing quick glances from his now very flushed face. "Maybe..."

"Alright, well clearly you need more convincing...." Francis hands trailed the elements as he explained further. "I see a slender but strong neck with pronounced muscles within it. A sharp set of clavicle bones that connect your chest creating the platform for a set of firm, square shoulders. A slim but toned torso with an ideal curved chest and soft dusting of hair that decorates it. It is firm, with subtle glandular tissue under two pale, pink areolas..." Francis hands slipped down his form as he teased the curly hair and gave his chest a squeese making Ebenezer grunt stiffly with an uncomfortable squirm to the odd sensation yet he kept quiet as Francis continued. "I see a smooth abdomen with a soft hint of a happy trail that darkens the lower it goes..." His fingers traveled down the soft path of hair that became more coarse the lower they descend making Ebenezer's muscles ripple there as the sensation sent a warm stir down his belly the closer they got to his core. He took a deep breath while the man persisted exploring. "This is paired nicely with a narrow, svelte waist that's sharply accented by hips covered in solid thigh muscles..." Francis fingers rest along the dips in Ebenezer's pelvic bones with a fluttering tease making him jump from the hypersensitivity that skin had. The sensation forced a loppy smile to twist with a small snicker as Ebenezer squirmed making himself all the more blood-red. A mischievous simper grew on Francis face as he rest over his shoulder watching that. "I know of more ample features southward but you're still wearing trousers..." One hand fell back to slide down the curve of Ebenezer's backside with a cupping motion as his voice turns sharply metallic. "Do you need more convincing?"

"Mm, so you want my trousers off just so you can keep describing me?..." Ebenezer hummed staring into the mirror thoughtfully, now with much softer eyes.

"Do you want me to stop? Perhaps you have something positive to say now to take over..."

"No, no keep going..." He teased a small smile with eyes that tempted devilry. "You're far better at it than I would be..."

Francis smiled with a leer as he released a husky hot breath along Ebenezer's neck that gave the man a stir in his chest. "Very well... though that could land you in some trouble..."

"Oh dear, would it? How dreadful..." Ebenezer hummed warmly, staring through the reflection and playing alarm with a rebellious smile that teased teeth.

There was a heavy handed squeeze to his ass in response to such leaking sarcasm, making Ebenezer lerch forward with a sharp inhale. The hand resting on his hip then snaked down his inner thighs, teasing the form between them causing a grunt to expell out of the man who was trying hard to remain resistant. Lips brush against his throat line feeling the pulse beneath with a purr into his ear. "Or I can just show you..." Francis cut a predatory stare at him through the mirror that gave Ebenezer chills in a most raw way.

"Hmm, I don't know..." Scrooge grinned as he leaned back into his lover, his head resting in the bend of his shoulder as he revealed the full legnth of his neck. He applied a soft grind of friction against the warm body behind him as he stared the man down through the reflection behind him with sultry bedroom eyes. "I might be convinced if you keep going..."

Francis growled, lowering his head to inhale the sweetly spiced scent trails along the exposed legnth of neck made vulnerable to him. "Mm, is that so.. Who's the one who can't contol themselves now?..."

"Oh that's still you, I'm not doing a damn thing. You're the one who's getting handsy..." Ebenezer grinned with a chiding tone as he continued to ever so slighly grind into him. "I simply asked for compliments..." He cut his eyes through the reflection with a demure exchange.

"Mmm, you dirty tease... Don't play innocent..." Francis growled, his deep blue eyes darkening as his head dipped forward, his metallic voice deepening. He nipped the legnth of his neck making Ebenezer stifle out a groan he tried to hold in.

Francis paused to give the heat of Ebenezer's neckline a soft inhale again, rolling the sweetly spiced scent of his natural musk through his olfactories, his eyes sharpened from the chemistry detected. Its naturally sweet, vanilla-spiced redolence was permiating the air around him with seasoned vigor and strong eros, an enticing signal to come satisfy. What Francis, in his animalistic reaction to it, responded with his equally wanting signal back.

"The scent of your erotic carnality is melting off of you with a warm ardor." He growled while exhaling the intoxicating scent slowly through his lips to savor it again through taste. "I could decimate you, see what you've done?..." He pulled Ebenezer's hips hard against his loins to let the man feel the tented arousal pulse agains't him. Like Ebenezer already didn't know. "You've been grinding yourself agains't me wanting to be railed like an animal in heat and you're about to make me give it to you like one."

"Mmm, all that from a smell?" Ebenezer hummed amused with a chuckle and snarky grin. "You already are an animal, nose and all. That is simply another fact-"

His voice cracked; however, as the little nips along the tender flesh of his neck turned to a hard bite. Ebenezer cried out, yet not necessarily in pain, as his body limply caved. If not for the hands holding his weight about his axis prone, he would have went to the floor.

Ebenezer crashed forward onto the dresser with a wet gasp as Francis bent forward to follow him, not letting go, making the furniture rock from the impact as Ebenezer held onto its edge for dear life. He felt his knees buckling from the latching drawl to his throat that sent shivers down him in a wild, warming rush of heat to spark fire in his nethers.

"Bloody hell..." He gasped out barely through a despirate breath of air to cool his heating core.

Ebenezer looked up to his reflection seeing how red faced he was now and breaking sweat across his forehead and chest. His bangs had broke loose from the hard motion forward and swung in his face. He watched as his lover staked a claim to his neck so ferverously wild like the man was attempting to consume him. Ebenezer cut his eyes away and simply breathed, his own trousers having become uncomfortably tight. This action alone had sent his state of semi-firm arousal from teasing, to rock solid with the skin pulling back to its full legnth within seconds.

The more it persisted so feverently commanding him, Ebenezer felt himself boiling to a throbbing ache as he swallowed hard and tried to keep the noise this exploit from him to a minimum. He was slightly resentful how well this move entrapped him into immediate subdual and made him so pliable to a level he felt he would bend to any wish wanted while it was being done to him. It was as lethal as a gun to his head but worse, this took all his sensibilities away and left him lost in a fog of euphoric wantonness...

It was also definitely going to leave a smarting mark he would struggle to hide yet he was in no means capable of, or wanting, to stop it. Ebenezer's body yield into the declaration entirely as he rocked agains't the rolling of hips that pressed the hardened length agains't his backside. Its legnthy form throbbed, craving the friction he could provide.

This luring draw of motion caused him to cut his eyes back to their reflection again as Ebenezer watched the hand that had been teasing his loins now slip up his stomach and dip into his trousers while the other made quick work of the buttons to drop the clothing to the floor. It was damn near impressive to watch, the man was skilled with his hands, there was no denying that.

It was also sensual just to see him work with his fingers in such an artful way. Powerful hands that showed great dexterity of a surgeon capable of malice to carve through flesh with such brutality yet could be so skillfully smooth on a lover. It was exciting to watch in fact, the anticipation his spectatation caused set fire to his arousal all the more as he observed the final bit of clothing drop off his hips.

The hand slipped around and firmly grasped the base of his freed member as Ebenezer bit his tongue to keep from screaming from the firey energy that action pulsed through him. Instead he bucked back into the hard form behind him with a wounded groan, and by the motion of fabric being undone about it, he knew was being freed for him.

Once freed, Ebenezer felt the pronounced shaft pulse a burning heat between his thighs that transfered to his own as he held his breath in anxious anticipation. Those same fingers are the only thing to touch him; however, as they return to caress his curves from behind and gently trail up his thighs to dip between his legs. Two broad digits slip up inside him unforgivingly but with great ease.

He had to admit the sight of this happening to him in this reflection did excite him wildly but he would never utter such a shameful admittance. Yet it was becoming ever difficult to rip his eyes away from the regard, the more intense it got. What more as he saw Francis produce a small vile of oil from his personage and dip his fingers into it. The subtle action made Ebenezer shiver at the intimate signal it declared as he heard fabric jostle loose behind him.

Ebenezer's eyes widened with a gasp and a frail cry but he spread his thighs further apart, invitingly. His heart pound like a war drum in his chest as the erotic pain ebbed away to a burning ache. A bolt of pleasure surged through him as the digits drove deeper, past the knuckles to collide across his prostate, sending him rocking forward with a wail of platitudes.

Seeing his pupils dilate to a wild carnality in his reflection while he rode this pleasure, sent Ebenezer to bend his head downward and let out a low, rolling growl, staring himself down with feral intensity.

"Mmm... what a wild thing you are... You're loving this, aren't you..." He heard purred in his ear with a tone of sheer raw venery as Francis released his neck to nip at his lobe, capturing every moment. "You sound like you need a demon let out of you..."

"I got a devil trying to get in is more like it." Ebenezer stifled out through a sharp, wounded noise as he took in a breath, still shivering from the unforgiving assault to his sensitive organ that persisted. He redirect that same ferine stare through the reflection toward him as he was being worked over.

Francis chuckled with a sinister grin that rivaled Luicifer himself. "Perhaps it's that you like seeing me fuck you." His eyes cut at him through the mirror with a knowing glare. "It excites you. You're leaping in my hand and your pulse is like wild horses." He lapped his tongue across his neck to taste the wound he left behind making Ebenezer whimper. With the fingers deep in their punishing rythym, Francis tugged the two digits forward inside him in a calling way, making Ebenezer almost choke as he shuttered in response. "I'm right, aren't I? Just say it..."

Scrooge grunt with a hardened expression, looking away. "Of course I am! You got half your hand up my ass tempting me and my bodies reacting to it!" He growled out, his entire self quivering in his churning boil.

"Do you not like it? You're riding my fingers like an animal. These digits are skilled but damn... its not even my cock yet." He twitched his fingers inside Ebenezer again making him shiver with a shaky cry as the man's wild eyes dart back to their reflection while Francis observed him further. "You seem enamored with your reflection watching me do this to you... Just can't take your eyes away just as before, but now, you find pleasure in looking at yourself, excited by the sight of your aroused nakedness being ravished..." His eyes leered piercing into him like the devil himself read his mind, so much so Ebenezer had to look away as he grunt under such a gaze.

"Just don't stop..." He barely request, a deeply mortified look on his face from the accusation but he didn't deny it.

Just then, the fingers that were causing such fire removed as Ebenezer whined in protest for them to be replaced. Yet with an adjust and a hard thrust as those fingers firmly grasped his hips, they were as his lover's solid shaft drove straight into him.

Ebenezer yelped out from the startling pressure of his channel being filled so quickly as he wretched, quivering uncontrollably. He clenched his eyes shut as hot tears sprung to his eyes against the sudden overcrowding invasion, yet he arched his back and thrust backward, further impaling himself. The burning pain warped to an erotic one as the member filling him rammed his prostate hard sending him throwing forward again, now spinning in a flurry of blazing euphoria.

"God!..." Ebenezer wailed out through a gasp of air that ended in a broken cry.

"Yes?" Francis purred behind him in a seductive lull.

Ebenezer glared dazed bewilderment into the reflection as he struggled to stay coherent. "...That was horrid..." He choked out. "If anything, you're the true devil incarnate." He snipped, his voice quite high in his distress.

Francis smiled viciously pleased by that. "Well at this current moment, am I not your God?... Though I suppose if you wish... worship such as this fits the devil quite nicely, it's practiced even..." With another hard thrust he fully entered him as Ebenezer whined out caught between rapture and misery. He felt his cock leap in the tight grip that offered no friction, his precum held inside by tight fisted denial as the rocking motion continued deep inside his viscera endlessly stimulating him. The aching pulse intensified, setting his core to blaze in bridled agony as he felt himself boiling over, threatening to destroy his grip on reality if denied any further. All the while, Francis continued humming temptations in his ear. "So be it God or Devil of your choosing, I can give you all the pleasure you want, all you have to do is pray to me for it..."

"I'm going to... please..." Ebenezer barely managed to whimper out through a long drawl. His head lulled dizzily as he gasp for air staring back into the reflection pleading, his face blood red and in tears. His hair clung to his face and mingled with sweat and saliva.

"Hmm... I believe that was a combination of both an acknowledgement and a request, please be more specific..." Francis lulled with an edge of amusement.

Scrooge groaned out in frustration as he spoke between despirate gasps for air. "Hard to- talk with you -buried up my ass!" He cried out again as the shaft pulled half way out to rammed hard over his spot stimulating him over and over until the reflection he was looking at started to blur dizzily. The constraining force built to intolerable duress as he felt he might faint from the maddeningly, pressurized need for release that was held captive. "I can't take it anymore! Please!" Ebenezer rocked agains't the hand that held his member so tightly, not allowed even his own devoted friction to slide the skin between it and escape the erotic torture.

None was given as only fingertips began to relentlessly tease the nerves under the head, taking full advantage in the knowledge being uncut these nerves were wildly sensitive. He was just edged along a hairbreadth from climax over and over for what felt like an eternity in hell as his whole body shook violently.

Sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped from his soaked hair across his face as he pant heavy breaths, despirate for relief from the fire incinerating his core as the licking lusty flames became agonizing in his roused state what felt a brush away from despirate relief. He could barely take in a breath as he swallowed hard to form words he knew was demanded.

"Your taunting is burning me alive!... Please, I'm right on the cusp...Please, I need it... Please, give me relief..." He managed more submissively as his slate eyes cut through the reflection expressively pleading for release.

"Mmm, how I love the sight of you begging..." Francis eyes sharpened dangerously with a carnal growl. One deep enough it rumbled through the man beneath him as the hand along his hip gripped tightly, nails digging into the tender flesh.

"Stop..." Ebenezer groaned out loudly with a wail while panting his breath, writhing in his need.

"Stop?" Francis tilt his head curiously as his rythym slowed and the hand about Ebenezer's cock started to pulled away with a fluttering tease of fingers. "You want me to stop?..."

"NO!!! Don't, please!- Ugh..." Ebenezer whined out pitifully, wild eyes dart about in delirium for a moment, terrified at the thought of being left like this. "You're confusing me - stop torturing me, please!..." He plead out with a loud whimper.

"Please what?" Francis coerced as Ebenezer grunt uneasily, writhing about in his conflagration like he was truly burning. "Look at the reflection and tell me exactly what you need..." Francis purred as he leaned down to kiss a trail at his heated neckline and intake his despirate lustfulled redolence. He paused a moment to admire the sweat slickened back muscles ripple as Ebenezer's spine twist in his internal battle.

"Francis, please..." Ebenezer whined pitifully, utter humiliation on his face making him flush more, if it were even possible.

"Say it or you're not getting it..." Francis tone spoke through a metallic rasp. "My endurance can roll you across coals for the next hour if necessary."

Ebenezer whimpered resistently with a brief struggle, gasping his breath as he blinked back tears from his blood-rushed face. Reluctantly, he shot his eyes into their reflection with a sigh. Sheepishly cutting his eyes to him, he surrendered to despirately plead with demeaning language that made him knowingly uncomfortable. "...Please let me cum...."

Mildly pacified Francis hummed with a raised brow. "Do you like the sight of yourself in the mirror now?"

"Yes!" Ebenezer wailed.

"How about you tell the reflection what you like..." His smile grew with a hard stare.

Ebenezer grunt out miserably at the insistence of more but he was despirate as he continued with a subdued stare and said whatever he thought would get him past this hurdle. "I love it when you finger fuck me, it s-stimulates me wild. I love it when you edge me senseless and fuck my ass hard."

Francis chortled with an expression of suprise through the reflection. "Mmm, my my. I would have settled for you simply complimenting yourself but that is satisfyingly relishing to hear..." He licked his lips with a lusty grin.

Ebenezer whined out loudly, despirately whimpering from his humiliation and scorching, roused confusion. "Please, please let me cum now..." He plead hard, writhing needful. "I did what you wanted. Please..." He whimpered into nonsensical frailties.

A lecherous grin grew. "Of course, my sweet little pet who loves getting his ass fucked hard..."

Ebenezer snarled a venomous exchange with a bitter growl in response to that but felt his member squeezed hard as he shivered, losing all sense of anger as he was slammed forward and drove into even harder by quick sucessions until his vision was violently spinning. Ebenezer rocked his hips against the motion as he felt his shaft being stroked now, a thumb massaging the delicate nerves of his swelled, throbbing head as built up precum was allowed to pool out as the skin rocked past it in quick, violent rythyms.

Shamefully lured, Ebenezer glanced up to watch this spectacle, to see himself being manipulated and being ground hard into. The observation of that was all it took to send him over the edge in a flash of vibrant colors.

He cried out with a quiver, doubling forward as his abdomen muscles clenched to a point they quaked. White, erotic agony rushed hot causing pure blazing energy to flood over him like a crushing heatwave as he released copious amounts in the hand and across the surface below him intensely.

After spending the last dregs he could out of his debilitating climax, Ebenezer collapsed forward, gasping air as his woosy lust-crazed mind absently dissappeared into dazed beatitude. His body now limp in the man's grip as he continued to drive into him, both hands now latched on his hips.

The still rapid convulsions of his internal muscles spasming wildly through his channel finished off his lover as Francis growled with a low purr as he leaned over Ebenezer, emptying heat into him. Thrusting deep inside his vitals to ensure it stayed there as Ebenezer yelped weakly to the roughness in his sensitive state while he was still being fed off the crests of his fierce orgasm.

Laying there Ebenezer felt the hot viscous, fluid pour into him as he only breathed and tried to come back from the foggy haze what held him helplessly interned in its depths. In this state of limbo, he rest his cheek along the refreshingly cool, hardwood surface, still seeing stars.

After his final thrusts ensuring he had fully inundated his deep insides, Francis finally took in a recouping breath as he leaned forward to kiss the back of Ebenezer's neck. He continued to hold the man up by his hips as he doubt Ebenezer could stay upright on his own now.

Weakly shaking, Ebenezer gasped out as Francis straightened causing the member still resting inside him to move about his insides as Francis gave him a soft pat to his rump. He pulled out with a slick noise making Ebenezer groan gutturally, partly in relief and partly feeling oddly empty inside now.

Leaning over the man, Francis stared into their reflection as he mussed his fingers through Ebenezer's soaked hair. He slipped his hand down the man's face to lift his head off the hardwood by fingers nestled under his chin to force eye contact through the mirror. All the while Ebenezer whined to being moved at all.

"See how well sexed you look in that reflection? Tell me that's not a thing of beauty." Francis voice lulled warmly seductive.

Ebenezer's lids barely open, still trying to catch his breath but he gave the reflection a serious regard. He saw the soft afterglow of sweat along his skin, his redden blood-rushed face, damp hair in strands about his head and in his face mingled with sweat, saliva and tears from the sheer exertion his body just ruptured. He huffed weakly with laced sarcasm but he tugged a faint smile. "That is an outright mess, that is what I see."

"Mm, well I see beauty. Perhaps a messy one but one I'm proud to have made love to such a state." Francis brushed his own shambled hair back over his ear as he leaned over Ebenezer again to trail his hand along his spine, following the twitching muscles under the skin. His hand then slipped around Ebenezer's side and underneath to hold his chest, feeling the strong heart pounding inside. "Now... Do you need me to carry you?" He grinned as he brushed the messy hair out of the man's face to regard him further. "Or are you going to try and walk to the bed like a newborn fawn?"

Ebenezer pant his breath, still weakly quivering, but he managed a disheveled, seething glare as his tone rolled husky gravel. "Do shut up..." He stared bitterly resentful the man above him was damn near unphazed by the same activity. "You're really proud of this, aren't you... tormenting me to such a state..." He weakly spoke between asthenic breaths.

"Particularly so, yes." Francis flashed an arrogant smile as his breathing was much more controlled. "You seem to enjoy it... Afterall, you yourself said you love being edged along and fucked hard." His grin grew still relishing in that admittance he would adoringly weaponize as an upset look of regret twist Ebenezer's face. "You love begging for it and being tormented along because it gives you such an intense moment like this, you can't deny it..."

"Ridiculous..." Ebenezer scoffed with a hard stare, not exactly refuting his avow. With a sore groan, he went to try and upright himself. Soon as he does so; however, his knees buckle, sending him jerking forward as ready hands quickly caught him about the waist. Ebenezer hesitated any further movement, his arms quivering as he gripped onto the wood surface with wide eyes as he thought a moment, panting softly.

It would be far more embarrassing to fall trying to be stubbornly independent so he conceded.

"On second thought... You did this to me, so yes, you carry me." He spoke masking his prostration with lofty arrogance.

"Of course..."

In one fluid swoop, Francis snagged him in a hoist, one hand caught under his knees as the other support his back to hold tight onto his side. Ebenezer startled a yelp to being lifted off the floor so unexpectedly quick as he clung onto Francis shoulders despirate for grounding balance. Ebenezer then gave him a stern side eye.

"You did that a little too well..." He stared at him, again resentfully. "I seem to hardly weight anything to you, I'm not that thin... I'm larger than the average man."

"Mm... You are quite light, I'm sorry to tell you hight doesn't add much in terms to body mass." Francis wavered with a smirk as Ebenezer frowned bitterly. "Though I am used to lifting dead weight bodies in the ward for my lecture preparations, it keeps me quite fit in between exercise."

Ebenezer stared at him queasily uneasy. "Please don't share something like that while you're holding me in a likewise manner..."

Francis huffed a chuckle but agreed as they continued across the room. When they moved past the desired bed; however, Ebenezer started to stir warily in his grip.

"Wait, the bed is over there- Francis! Where are you taking me-?!" He started to squirm, looking about frantically.

"The bath..."

"OH!" Scrooge groaned out with a growl and a hard shove. "You tricked me! I thought you were taking me to bed!"

Francis smirked, flashing teeth. "I did not, I never said I was taking you to the bed. I just assumed you would have taken yourself there."

"Obviously yes, I would have! Francis put me down now!" Ebenezer whined with a pout and a wriggling squirm, yet with the grip Francis had on him, he wasn't going anywhere. Too exhausted and physically spent to continue fighting, he surrendered but he didn't stop protesting. "Not right now, Francis please! Let me have a moment to recover from all that for God's sake!"

"You think I'm putting your sweaty, sordid mess on my good sheets? I think not." Francis retorted with a high brow side eyeing him.

Scrooge gasped with an icy stare. "How rude, you did this! Besides... I thought you were going on about how beautiful it was moments ago, now it's not?" He cocked a brow side eyeing him back.

"Not as far as cleanliness is concerned and I'm taking one with you. Come now, you'll enjoy it."

"I already have..." Ebenezer cut his eyes up to him smartly with a wicked grin.

"Now you're being cheeky."

"Hm... so... were taking a bath together?" His eyes narrowed with a hum rumbling in his throat. "Why do I feel like this is going to be more than a wash..." Francis grinned as Ebenezer groaned with a hard eye roll. "Christ, HOW?... No Francis please, I cannot..."

"We can take a nap afterward and I'll fix dinner when we wake up, you can enjoy a nice nightcap while you wait. How does that sound?" He spoke in a tantalizing lull Ebenezer always found so dangerously enticing.

Both brows raised at that offer as Ebenezer craned his head back slightly surprised. "A midday nap AND your cooking?" Ebenezer's eyes perked up immediately with excitement as he nulled his thoughts with a hum, bouncing a single leg in consideration. "Now that I could negotiate for..."

Francis chuckled with a tsk. "You are gratified by the most simplest things, Ebenezer. It's quite charming..." He kissed Ebenezer's forehead while they dissappeared into the wash room to draw a bath, luckily Francis home wasn't in short supply of ample hot water.

#these two men i swear to god #this boy needs therapy #these two have an interesting dynamic to say the least #scrooge fanfiction #scrooge x oc #scrooge2022 #oc francis osman #scrooge a christmas carol #scroogeposting

[royallyxmessy]

Calan was hungover, terribly so and his head throbbed. The usually energetic prince took a drink of his tea, made for him by the same valet he's had since he was a boy and dragged himself towards the questioning room. What were they asking him questions for? He was a Scottish prince? What would he know about people dying in other countries? Still, he was Scotland's prince and he had to make a good showing.

Hello, can you please tell me your name, country, && what role you provide your court?

"I am Calan Stuart, prince of Scotland. It is nice to meet you and I apologize at the outset that I'm probably not going to help you much."

And who do you believe to be your closest allies, either nations or individuals? Do you trust your allies?

"Um...I think we're supposed to be close to Germany?" he shrugged. He supposed that was what Reuben and Joanna's marriage would signify, even if he didn't trust his soon-to-be brother in law as far as he could throw him.

Ah, yes, I see… how about your enemies, then. Who do you not align yourself with, and why?

Calan's father was not famous for aligning easily with anyone; though Calan respected his father immensely, he also suspected that, on the world stage, they had their share of those who wished them ill, but it seemed unwise to speculate if he didn't know. "I'm a pretty friendly guy. I can't say I have a lot of enemies."

Interesting. Do you have a personal vendetta against any of the courts, or even individuals, here?

"Vendetta? Wow, that's a heavy word. Um...nope. Like I said, I am pretty friendly."

What are your thoughts on the mysterious deaths in so many royal families?

Calan paused and looked down, folding his hands in his lap. "I'm worried. The fact that it's happened to more than just one or two countries makes me worry that they will come for us next," he murmured before shaking his head and forcing himself to brighten up. "But Scotland is strong and we don't go down without a heck of a fight. Let someone try to come after us and we'll show them."

How do you feel about the system of monarchy as a whole?

"Who else would run things? I mean a Parliament is great but I mean could you really just do away with royalty altogether?"

So, what would be your best theory as to what is going on, then?

"I think that there is someone killing these rulers and someone needs to find out who, but that's your job right?" Calan shrugged and then leaned back. "I hope you get them, I really do."

Thank you for your time. Is there anything else you’d like to add, anything else that would be useful to the investigation?

"Like I said, I don't think I'm who you really want to talk to. I don't have much else to say."

#theopulent.task #calan task