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that therapy piece was so beautiful:( what if you DID end up divorcing or at least separating, art does end up joining patrick and tashi in their weird whatever the fuck, and we’re like. yeah. thought so. but little do we know that he’s an actual mess that can’t even function, let alone fuck, when he does manage to get it up he bursts into tears before anyone can cum, and as sad tashi and patrick are for their boyfriend they also really need to have a decent orgasm without some guy crying in the background so they have to like…parent trap you back together

the angst of this is so beautiful hold awn...... cause art WOULD be someone who wouldn't realize what an important force in his life you are until you're gone. in my mind, you and him knew eachother since you were kids. didn't start dating till a little before college and then you just..... stayed together. no breakups. hardly any fights. Its not like any love was lost between you two but, there was this kind of lack of...... well, fire. tashi and patrick lit apart of him up inside, and what you refuse to acknowledge is they kinda did the same for you two. you both kinda orbited around patrick and tashi in college, and similarly they orbited back around you. you just couldn't see your importance there - so you extracted yourself from that patricktashi part of your life to devote yourself to art, while he stayed in their lives because he cant live without the kind of passion they ignite in him. the anger, the jealousy, the excitement.

with you gone though its like...... hes floundering. you're so soft, is the thing. arts always depended on your softness. you dont hurt him. you dont make him angry. you're warm and gentle and he can rest his head on your lap and fall asleep like a baby fawn in the middle of the woods with no fear a wolf will come along and rip him apart. in a bad way, you're safe. in a toxic way, being with you is him choosing to not take a leap with patrick or tashi and feel anything uncomfortable.

but in a good way, you're his best friend. in a healthy way, you're his anchor. his north star. and usually thats seen as a bad thing, he knows, love is supposed to be passionate and scary but what about when he wants to be held and just at peace? you've seen him through everything and you stayed. he knows he can put his heart in your hands and you wont crush it. and he loves you for it. you're the most tender, beautiful thing that's ever happened to him.

so its like. those two needs. the fire and the passion and the softness and tranquility. and where art has messed up is seeing them in two different ways. he cant put all his scary, passionate emotions onto you in fear of rejection and ruining what you have. he cant depend on patrick or tashi completely either because he doesn't trust them with his heart like he does with you.

hes left you alone in that sense. because you need the passion too. you needed it from him for so long and maybe your part of the blame is never asking for it. for cutting tashi and patrick out of your life because you were too scared of it at the time. but the longer you spent with art, the more you craved it. the fights, the breakups, the makeup sex. all of that.

so when you leave arts comfort is gone. he thinks, well maybe its for the best. i can take a risk now, i can try this thing with tashi - and even patrick. but it doesn't feel right. the leap doesn't feel good. and he realizes its because it was a leap he was always meant to take with you, together.

all these things patrick and tashi do - he should've done with you. he should've fought with you when you pissed him off. he should've tried to be more sexually adventurous. when tashi kisses him all he can think about is how you should be here. he should've asked why you stopped talking to them - he should've pushed you - he should've - he should've - he should've -

he spends nights at their house because he cant stand being alone in the house you shared. in the empty fucking bed. he'll end up pulling one of your sweaters from the closet you forgot to take with you that still smells like you, vanilla and cashmere, and cry into it like a pathetic slob. hes miserable. he wants you back.

he wants you back so he can love you better. he wants to see you kiss tashi, kiss patrick, see you allow yourself to be consumed. and then he wants you to come to him and sink into his arms and onto his cock and look into his eyes and tell him you love him, so he can moan the words back into your mouth.

but he can't. because you left him.

#ask #what should this au be called #failmarriage au #LMAO

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headlesssamurai · 4 months

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‘‘ A language unspoken burning between them in strident moans and silent heat. She wanted to take him until the frosts melted, and the leaves returned to the trees. She wanted to consume him entirely – drink him into her very soul like some elysian draught of smoldering light. ’’

#soul-tangled #intoxicating like wine #yet disturbing like madness #viciously narcotic #your maddening touch #divine feminine #sacred masculine #entangling with cosmic light #hungering for your uncontrolled cries #‘‘a melody that never fades’’#dancing in the dark #where shadow and fire become one #‘‘igniting hearts like stars in the tranquil night’’

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fragileheartbeats · 5 months

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⌗ 𝘑𝘑𝘒 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮? ( ♡ )

— 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪, 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪, 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘠𝘶𝘵𝘢 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | 五条悟 ─ 𓇼

When Satoru Gojo loves, it's like a tempestuous dance of wit and charm. His love is a symphony of playful banter and passionate embraces. His eyes hold the secrets of a thousand stars, and his touch ignites the very essence of your being. In the quiet moments, he whispers sonnets of adoration, and in the chaos, his laughter is the melody that soothes your soul. With him, love is an adventure, an uncharted territory that he's eager to explore with you, hand in hand, through the trials and triumphs of life.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒恵 ─ 𔒌

Megumi's love is a sonnet of gentle whispers and soulful gazes. His affection is like a melody, soft and haunting, weaving its way into the very fabric of your being. He expresses his love through words, each one a testament to the depth of his feelings. With him, love is a quiet symphony, where every note resonates with the promise of understanding and unwavering support.

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 | 虎杖悠仁 ─ 𓐐𓎩

Yuji's love is a ballad of laughter and playful affection. His love is a dance, filled with joy and lighthearted moments that linger in your heart. He expresses his affection through kindness, each one a reflection of his boundless energy and unwavering loyalty. With him, love is an adventure, where every step is a testament to the strength of his love and the depth of his devotion.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 | 宿儺 ─ 𓇢𓆸

Sukuna's love is like a forbidden sonnet, dark and intense. His affection is a double-edged sword, dangerous and all-consuming. In his eyes, you see the storm of centuries past, but within it, there's a tempestuous passion that threatens to unravel your resolve. His touch is a promise of protection, and his gaze, a whispered confession of possessiveness. To love him is to dance on the edge of darkness, where danger and desire intertwine in a hauntingly beautiful ballet.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 | 七海建人 ─ ☘︎

Kento's love is a gentle melody, composed of unwavering support and quiet devotion. His affection is a steady lighthouse in the tempest of life, guiding you home with every glance and touch. He expresses his love through tenderness, each one a testament to his undying commitment. With him, love is a tranquil river, flowing with the promise of constancy and security, where every ripple tells the story of a love that stands the test of time.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 | 夏油傑 ─ 𓆉

Geto's love is a tapestry of shared silences and stolen glances. His affection is like a vintage love letter, filled with wisdom and longing. He expresses his devotion through the gift of time, sharing quiet sunsets and starlit nights with you. His love is a sanctuary, a place where your vulnerabilities are cherished, and your dreams take flight. With him, love is a journey of understanding, where every moment is a verse in an epic poem written just for you.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒甚爾 ─ 𓆤

Toji's love is a sonnet of subtle gestures and unspoken emotions. His love is like a rare flower, blooming in the most unexpected places. He expresses his love through tender touches and silent reassurances, each one a confession of his unyielding devotion. With him, love is a secret garden, where every whispered promise and stolen moment is a testament to the depth of his feelings for you.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 | 脹相 ─ 𖤣𖥧

Choso's love is like a carefully crafted poem, each word a reflection of his understanding of your heart. He expresses his love through giving, each gift a token of his adoration and appreciation. With him, love is a canvas waiting to be painted, where every stroke of his affection creates a masterpiece of cherished moments and treasured memories.

𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 | 乙骨憂太 ─ ✉

Yuta's love is a gentle hymn, filled with compassion and understanding. His affection is like a warm embrace, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and acceptance. He expresses his love through quiet moments and heartfelt conversations, each one a testament to his unwavering support and unyielding strength. With him, love is a haven, where every breath is a reminder of the depth of his feelings and the beauty of his soul.

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1111jenx · 1 year

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𖤓Synastry series: Sun in the Houses𖤓

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💘Sun in the 1st House: Beneath the celestial canvas of this synastry placement, a tale as enchanting as a dream unfurls. The house person, akin to a night sky, emanates a radiant glow, echoing the Sun person's presence. To them, the Sun is their guiding star, the source of their joy, their radiant beacon in a universe otherwise cloaked in darkness. A profound contentment envelops them when bathed in the Sun's light, an authentic happiness as splendid as dawn's first light. The Sun, in return, basks in the house person's deep-rooted admiration, mirroring it back like a tranquil lake reflecting the midday sun. This tandem, like a pair of celestial bodies, graces the universe with laughter, an exquisite sonnet of shared joy. Together, they shimmer, illuminating the surrounding cosmos with their radiant togetherness, a spectacle of love that outshines the stars. Yet, within this symphony of love, a certain possessiveness persists, a gravitational pull that binds them irrevocably. They perceive the other as their celestial twin, their sole companion in the vast expanse of the universe. An echo of 'mine' resonates between them, an assertion of mutual ownership that is as potent as the heart's deepest longing. But as is the nature of celestial bodies, clashes may occur, ego battles akin to cosmic storms, threatening to disrupt their harmonious orbit. However, even these conflicts are silver-lined, offering pearls of wisdom and shaping their cosmic journey in profound ways. In the radiant presence of one another, they shimmer with unspoken brilliance. They ignite the best within each other, like distant galaxies awakening to their own magnificence. The house person swells with pride in the comforting glow of the Sun, who, in their unerring wisdom, whispers words that elicit pure, unadulterated joy. They orbit in their celestial dance, two bodies radiating love, learning, and laughter, a testament to the poetic resonance of their shared existence.

💘Sun in the 2nd House: In this bond, we find two souls who naturally stir each other's desires and comforts. Together, they revel in life's luxurious offerings, savoring the finest fruits of existence. The Sun person, like a guiding star, helps the House person grasp their true worth, understand their needs, and appreciate their resources. If the stars align favourably, their partnership blooms into something extraordinary, blessed by the gracious hand of Venus. They see worth in each other, a priceless treasure that enriches their shared journey. The Sun person recognizes the unique gifts the House person brings to the table. Yet, there's a shadow to the Sun's warm glow; a tendency to possess, to control, often without realizing. The House person, drawn in by the Sun's radiance, finds themselves doing more to please the Sun, adjusting to their needs, no matter what those might be. In this dance of connection, they move in harmony, a duet of love, desire, and mutual respect.

💘 Sun in the 3rd House: In their shared space, words intertwine like star-crossed lovers, ceaseless, captivating. Little disagreements dance on the edge of their tongues, only to be silenced by the tender symphony of make-up kisses. This placement weaves a sense of familiarity, a strange déjà vu, as if their souls have crossed paths in another life, another time. An unspoken comfort lingers between them, a tranquility that whispers of home. Conversations flow like rivers to the sea, their intellectual discourse as effortless as the wind caressing the leaves. The House person finds a certain charm in the Sun's words, hanging onto them like a melody that never grows old. The Sun, on the other hand, sees the House person as a precious gem, something to shield from the world's harsh edges. Their interaction is a feast for the mind, a stimulation that sings to those who crave deep, intellectual bonds. In this union, comfort abounds. Each word spoken, each secret shared, peels away another layer, revealing the essence of who they truly are. Their openness is as natural as a flower blooming under the spring sun, a testament to their profound connection. Intimate moments are shared in the small details - the clasp of their hands, a language written in the lines of their palms, a silent promise of enduring togetherness. Inside jokes punctuate their interactions, shared laughter blooming in their personal garden of camaraderie. A timeless dance of love and intellectual stimulation, their union weaves a tapestry of memories, each thread gleaming with their shared joy and affection.

💘 Sun in the 4th House: In the embrace of the House person, the Sun finds a home, an abode that whispers of permanence, a space it never yearns to desert. The sanctuary of their presence is a magnet to the Sun, a refuge radiant with solace. This cosmic alignment is intriguing, for it oscillates between providing profound comfort and eliciting the chill of fear, particularly if the Sun's chart is parched of the life-giving water element. There's an undeniable allure in the vulnerability this placement offers. The House person peers into the Sun, seeing its authentic self, acknowledging its limitless potential, and loving it unabashedly. They are the unwavering shield to the Sun, sometimes blindly so, standing in steadfast support irrespective of the circumstances. In response, the Sun flourishes. It blossoms with an ethereal beauty, basking in the adoration it receives, thriving on the nourishment of support. The presence of the House person is a soothing balm, a calming melody that seems to know the right notes to bring tranquility. The House person, in their turn, reveals a clear soft spot for the Sun, perhaps even forgiving their occasional bursts of tempestuous heat. It's a placement that prompts both introspection and reflection, a cosmic dance that sees them turning inward, mirroring each other's steps. Together, they discover a respite from their armor, a space where they can shed their toughness. They become a testament to the beauty of vulnerability, an echo of support and affection that resonates in the celestial symphony of their unity.

💘 Sun in the 5fth House: A placement I hold dear, is a dance of two cosmic entities feeling as though they've discovered their mirrored soul. It's not just a joyous union but one filled with exhilarating thrills and daring adventures. They revel in their shared laughter, their exchanges brimming with the innocence of child-like banter. Yet, beneath this playful veneer, there lies an infatuation, clear and profound, humming in the spaces between their words. The House person transforms into an eternal flame, a radiant beacon matching the Sun's relentless luminescence. The Sun, in turn, gazes upon the House with a sense of awe, often entranced by their seeming perfection. The House, in the Sun's eyes, feels like an equal partner, a reflection of their inner self. The fifth house is synonymous with romance. It's a fixed house, firmly rooted in its position, a steadfast testament to the House person's feelings towards the Sun. Regardless of their playful mind games, their seemingly flighty demeanor, their feelings towards the Sun person persist, burning with unwavering intensity. To the Sun, the House becomes an escape from the mundane, their daily dose of joy, their most ardent cheerleader. It's an alignment at times witnessed in tales of enemies turned lovers to bestfriends, an exciting dynamic where they continually challenge and dare each other to delve deeper into life's mysteries. It's a placement pulsating with positive energy, echoing with shared giggles, and resonating with playful touches. It's a cosmic dance of two entities, navigating the universe hand in hand, their hearts beating in a rhythm that speaks of love, laughter, and endless adventure.

💘 Sun in the 6th House: In this celestial arrangement, the Sun finds itself nestled in a house of pragmatism and routine, shedding its brilliant light upon the practicalities of daily life. These constellations spin tales not of grand careers or cosmic pursuits, but of everyday work, the quiet rhythm of health and wellness, the structure of routines and the serene act of service. In this dance of the stars, the Sun's light illuminates pathways to healthier eating, disciplined exercise, and even companionship with beloved pets. The Sun, in its radiant role, serves as a guiding beacon for the 6th house dweller, leading them towards the sanctity of a balanced lifestyle. It may inspire a shared commitment to physical exertion, perhaps in the form of joining a gym, or ignite conversations about nutritious diets and wellbeing. The Sun person may even act as a catalyst, helping the 6th house dweller establish routines that reinforce physical and mental health. Yet, the orbits of these celestial bodies might lead them down professional paths that intertwine, potentially finding one in the service of the other. However, with the Sun's position in the practical 6th house, a word of caution is warranted. The equilibrium of give and take must be carefully maintained to prevent the transformation of helpfulness into servitude. It's crucial that neither the Sun nor the 6th house dweller feels overburdened, their efforts unreciprocated.. It inspires a mutual journey towards better physical and mental health, encouraging each to uplift the other, illuminating their shared path with the light of practical wisdom and mutual care.

💘 Sun in the 7th House: In the grand tapestry of the cosmos, this placement is akin to a celestial masterpiece, an ideal constellation in the realm of astrology. The Sun, in its radiant glory, casts its golden light upon the 7th house, a house rich with the resonance of companionship, the solemnity of marriage, the intimacy of one-on-one relationships, the practicalities of business partnerships, the binding power of contracts, and the hidden faces of our alter-egos or shadow selves. In this dance of the stars, the Sun person stirs a longing within the 7th house dweller, a yearning for partnership, perhaps even a hankering for the sacred bond of marriage. The 7th house person may perceive the Sun person as the embodiment of their perfect mate, a mirror reflecting all the qualities they admire yet feel they lack. This celestial alignment weaves a balancing harmony in their relationship, as the Sun person displays characteristics and idiosyncrasies that the 7th house person cherishes but doesn't possess. As the 7th house is the celestial realm of marriage and contracts, the potential for wedded bliss, or perhaps a formal business partnership, is a tangible possibility should their relationship endure the test of time. However, as with any celestial arrangement, there are potential pitfalls to navigate. The two may become so entwined that they lose their individualities, their identities blurring until they cannot discern where one ends and the other begins. It is vital to remember that they are unique souls united, not a singular entity. Additionally, the mirage of the ideal mate may only be visible to the eyes of the 7th house person, with the Sun person potentially oblivious to this perception. The entirety of the synastry chart must be considered to gauge the mutual feelings of compatibility and the potential for enduring companionship. Thus, in this symphony of stars and planets, the dance of destiny unfolds, charting a course of love, partnership, and shared dreams.

💘 Sun in the 8th House: The placement of the Sun in the 8th house is a pas de deux that is not meant for those with faint hearts. It is a dance where the dancers—the Sun and the 8th house person—are likely to be pulled in one of two extreme directions. They may find themselves entwined in an intoxicating whirl of magnetic attraction, an intense passion that seizes them, or they may feel an unsettling disturbance, a disquiet that rattles their core, often swaying between these polar opposites. The Sun, in its radiant role, casts an unflinching light on the profound themes of the 8th house, illuminating the shadowy corners of sexuality, the cyclical dance of death and rebirth, the tumult of transformation and crisis, the journey of personal growth and evolution, the undercurrents of psychology and addiction, the intricacies of finance, and the hushed whispers of societal taboos. These subjects, often shrouded in mystery, may either captivate or unsettle the house person. They might either welcome the Sun person into their hidden depths or push them away. The house person might perceive the Sun as an enigmatic entity, while the Sun person uncovers the secrets that the 8th house person keeps hidden from the world. Should both individuals bear the mark of Pluto's dominance, or have a strong 8th house presence in their natal chart, this union may flourish in mutual fascination. However, if one or both harbor hidden trauma or suppressed shame, this intense connection could serve as a deterrent, overwhelming their senses. This celestial arrangement signifies the potential to unravel each other's hidden layers, maintaining a profound bond that might lead to mutual transformation. Yet, caution must be exercised to prevent power dynamics or manipulative tactics from seeping into their relationship. Ultimately, this celestial alignment can flourish if both are open to exploring the depths of each other's souls, embracing growth and transformation, and traversing the labyrinth of shared secrets.

💘 Sun in the 9th house: The Sun weaves golden threads into the 9th house tapestry, infusing wisdom's domain with the vibrancy of its radiance. This divine dance resonates with the seekers, the dreamers, those who chart the star-studded expanse of their fate, guided by an insatiable thirst for depth and meaning. The Sun, a luminary beacon, casts an ethereal glow on the winding paths of philosophy, spirituality, and the rich tapestry of global culture, sparking a flame in the 9th house soul, igniting the tinder of curiosity and wanderlust. In the sacred dance of their divergent or converging beliefs, they find a melody, a rhythm that binds them in an intricate ballet of understanding. Their shared intrigue transcends the constraints of culture, religion, and philosophy, knitting them closer in the vast expanse of human thought. Together, they traverse oceans, cross continents, and journey through the labyrinth of the mind and the world, venturing into territories unseen and unexplored. Yet caution must be heeded, for clashing perspectives may strike discordant notes, marring the celestial harmony. But through the crucible of understanding and growth, they shall rise, bound by a shared quest for enlightenment and truth. Soaring high, they ascend to the sublime realm of knowledge, guided by the radiant beacon of the Sun.

💘 Sun in the 10th house: The Sun, in its radiant glory, casts a shimmering glow upon the 10th house, bathing the lofty pinnacles of ambition, authority, and societal prestige in golden light. The 10th house individual beholds the Sun, seeing within its fiery aura the embodiment of a mentor, a guiding star, perhaps even a paternal figure. In this celestial dance, the Sun nurtures the dormant seeds of promise within the 10th house soul, kindling a fire that empowers them to scale the towering heights of professional achievement and public recognition. Unseen currents may churn, as the tides of power and authority ebb and flow, wrestling for harmonious balance. Should the rhythm of their hearts align, with the melody of guidance and humility ringing louder than the discordant notes of dominance, their shared journey shall carve a path to victory in the grand stage of career and societal prominence. Together, they'll ascend the mountain of success, guided by the Sun's resplendent glow.

💘 Sun in the 11th house: As the Sun anoints the 11th house with its golden kiss, souls intertwined in this celestial ballet discover a fellowship deeper than mere companionship. They merge as confidants, their dreams and aspirations entwining like tendrils of starlight, fueled by a shared devotion to the grand tapestry of humanity. Hand in hand, they champion noble crusades, threading their bond of friendship through a loom of diversity and acceptance. The Sun, a celestial minstrel, serenades the 11th house soul, inspiring them to dance in the unique rhythm of their being. In turn, the 11th house individual perceives the Sun as a lighthouse of acceptance, its unwavering beam illuminating their path in times of tumult. For hearts fluttering to the cadence of romance, seek reinforcement from other heavenly harmonies, for a profound friendship forms the bedrock of enduring love.This cosmic duet, a symphony of souls, signals unity, mutual respect, and a shared pledge to a future as radiant as the Sun. Their shared bond, an ethereal waltz, tells a tale of harmony, shared dreams, and a commitment to a collective dawn where every dream finds its home.

💘 Sun in the 12th house: As the Sun slips into the enigmatic embrace of the 12th house, its bright sovereignty is shrouded in gauzy veils of mystique, spirituality, and the unseen. To the house person, the Sun appears as an ethereal apparition, a spectral force oscillating between healing and bewildering, like a siren's call echoing through the vast and shadowy cosmos. Shrouded in the silken shadows of the subconscious, their connection pulses like a hidden heartbeat, a secret rhythm known only to them. This clandestine bond invites introspection and self-discovery, a voyage into the deep waters of their shared consciousness. For the Sun person, the depths of the 12th house may feel like a labyrinth of twilight, where their radiant essence is held in a silent waltz, yearning for the symphony of expression. When suspicion or paranoia creep into this celestial bond, trust must be kindled like a beacon in the deep, for their connection thrives on the revelation of buried truths and the unearthing of the divine spark within. With hearts aglow and an attuned awareness of their spiritual dance, they navigate the labyrinthine realms of the soul, transcending the mortal shackles, and ascending into an otherworldly romance. This sacred journey, a testament to their courage, becomes an intimate dance between two souls weaving their way through the cosmic tapestry, seeking the divine in each other.

Thank you for staying til the very end loves, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, let me know your thoughts in the comment🤍

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saint jenx🪐

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mapiforpresident · 4 months

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Prompt 8 with Pina please!!

Starlit Pitch Confessions

Claudia Pina x reader

warnings: slight angst

In the dimly lit locker room, the sound of water droplets echoed softly against the tiled walls as Claudia Pina stood under the shower, letting the warm spray cascade over her aching body. The match against Real Madrid had been grueling, emotions running high as the team pulled off the win in the 88th minute. But amidst the shouts of triumph and the cheers of the crowd, Claudia's heart felt heavy with an ache.

As she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, memories of the past months flooded her mind. She recalled the stolen glances exchanged on the pitch, the laughter shared in the locker room, the moments of friendship that left her craving for more. Yet through it all, one thought remained constant, her longing for y/n.

For months, Claudia had kept her feelings buried deep within, afraid to acknowledge the growing affection that bloomed within her heart. She had watched from afar as y/n dominated on the field, her skill and determination captivating her every time. But beneath the admiration lay a longing, a yearning to be closer, and lay bare the emotions she dared not name.

And then, there were the nights like this one, when the weight of her unspoken feelings became too heavy to bear. She remembered the game, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she fought alongside her teammates, her mind consumed by thoughts of the reader, just wanting to run up and hug her and be hugged in y/n's tight embrace. But as the final whistle blew and the cheers faded into silence, Claudia found herself alone in the locker room, tears stinging her eyes as she finally admitted to herself the depth of her longing.

"Hey, Claudia? Are you okay?"

The voice broke through her thoughts, and Claudia turned to see Alexia standing at the entrance, concern etched on her features. Without a word, Claudia collapsed into her arms, the dam breaking as she let out a sob she had been holding back for far too long.

"I... I can't do this anymore, Alexia," Claudia whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I can't keep pretending that everything's fine when... when it's not."

Alexia held her close, offering silent comfort as Claudia poured out her heart, her words a jumble of pain and longing. And as the tears continued to fall, Claudia felt a weight lift from her shoulders, the burden of her unspoken feelings finally laid bare in the safety of her Ale's embrace.

"You don't have to do this alone, Claudia," Alexia said softly, her voice a soothing balm to Claudia's wounded heart. "We're here for you, all of us. And who knows? Maybe it's time to tell her how you feel."

Claudia nodded, a flicker of hope igniting within her chest as she considered Alexia's words. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to take that leap of faith, to cast aside her fears and confess the love she had kept hidden for so long. And as she dried her tears and prepared to face the world outside.

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A couple weeks later Claudia had asked y/n to hangout, saying Patri had ditched her to spend time with her girlfriend. Y/n could never say no to Claudia, but she didn't realize by hanging out Claudia meant sneaking into a locked Camp Nou.

The Camp Nou stadium was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, a tranquil ambiance enveloping the empty stands and the green pitch below. Amidst this serene setting, two figures sat on the edge of the field, their hearts heavy with unspoken words.

Y/n leaned back against the cool metal railing, stealing glances at Claudia Pina beside them. Her eyes were fixed on the stars scattered across the night sky, her expression a mixture of contemplation and longing.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" y/n murmured, breaking the silence that hung between them.

Claudia nodded, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, it is."

They sat in silence for a while longer, the weight of their unspoken feelings looming large in the air.

"I've been thinking," Claudia began, her voice barely above a whisper. "About us."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, anticipation mingling with apprehension. "What about us?"

Claudia turned to face them, her gaze searching. "We've been friends for so long, and I cherish that more than anything. But lately, I've been feeling… something more."

Y/n's breath caught in their throat, the words hanging heavy in the air.

"I know what you mean," y/n admitted, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the breeze. "I've been feeling the same way too."

Claudia's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of hope dancing in their depths. "You have?"

Y/n nodded, a rush of emotions surging through her. "Yeah. I've liked you for so long, Claudia. But I was too scared to say anything, afraid of ruining what we have."

Claudia reached out, gently taking y/n’s hand in hers. "I understand. I've been scared too. But maybe… maybe it's worth the risk."

Their hands intertwined, fingers lacing together in a silent promise. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they sat there, lost in each other's gaze.

And then, with a courage born of love and longing, y/n spoke the words they had been too afraid to say.

"I'm in love with you, Claudia."

Tears welled in Claudia's eyes, her heart overflowing with emotion. "I'm in love with you too, y/n."

Y/n leaned and kissed Claudia soft at first, but then more deeply as they both realized that they finally didn’t have to hide their feelings anymore.

#claudia pina #claudia pina imagine #claudia pina x reader #woso x reader #woso #fcb femení #fc barcelona femeni #fc barcelona #alexia putellas

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morallyinept · 2 months

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Hello Jett!!

Popping in with a quick little fandom game. Which Pedro-boy do you think this is a picture of, and why?

love ya!!

Hey Lovely Patti! 🖤

So, this is totally Dieter. And it inspired me to write a lil' something, something...

I Carry Your Heart With Me 💙

650 words | Dieter Bravo x GN!Reader | Fluff ☁️

The door clips softly closed behind him as Dieter steps into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of familiarity enveloping him as he sniffs in deep.

After months of grueling, repetitive shoots in distant locales, he's finally home. Exhaustion clings to him like a second skin he wants to wash off and watch circle the drain, but a rabid spark of excitement ignites at the thought of seeing you again, and the emergence of urgency suffocates the need for a shower.

He tiptoes through the deep sapphire shadows of the lounge, careful not to disturb the tranquil ambiance that fills the space and dark corners. He heads up silently towards the bedroom, socks fluffy and static on the plush carpet.

Expecting you to be asleep at this ungodly hour as he pushes the ajar door fully open, but there you are, bathed in the rose gold glow of the bedside lamp, nestled against a mound of pillows - your eyes immersed in a book of poetry.

The sight of you, so serene and beautiful, steals the stale breath away from his lungs.

Without a word, Dieter approaches you, discarding layers like baggage drops in clumsy heaps on the floor until he's stripped bare; just flesh and silver metal. Nothing but a man and his loose sagging skin - and even looser morals - his beating heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and longing.

You look up, your eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a radiant smile that burns the retinas away in his eyes. In that moment, Dieter feels like he's finally home.

"Hey, you," you whisper, setting the book aside and reaching out to him.

"No, no. Keep reading. Read it to me." He says, climbing into bed beside you.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you nod, settling back against the cradle of pillows. Dieter curls himself around you, soft belly on your hip, turgid cock on your thigh; resting his heavy head on your shoulder as you begin to read.

Your voice, a melody of warmth and tenderness, washes over him like a soothing balm, banishing the weariness that permeates his bones. He listens to the music of your words as you read a short poem from the book:

"...I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)..."

A knot loosens in his chest. Each word you speak acts like a gentle sugar scrub, exfoliating away the dust of distant lands and the fatigue of countless hours on set.

With each breath, he feels lighter, as if the weight of the crushing world is slowly lifting from his broad, tan shoulders. The tension that once twisted his muscles begins to unravel, leaving him feeling unkinked and free.

In the delicate cadence of your succinct words, Dieter finds a soothing solace, a reminder of the love that binds you together like silk lilac ribbons, despite the miles that separate you at times.

Dieter hums softly; a small kiss inked on your skin, a smile drawing his lips up as he closes his eyes and loses himself as your voice fades into the quiet of the night.

Love you, Patti 🖤

The poem quoted is a real poem called "I carry your heart with me" by E.E. Cummings and is a fave of mine. 🥰

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter bravo fluff #pedro pascal characters #jett's asks #jett's writing

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laluvliduvz · 16 days

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hi! Can I ask for a headcannon about Minamoto teru x childhood friend reader? Where teru is really over protective and gentle towards the reader. Reader is a lazy person, and often sleepy, the things he likes are reading comics and playing game in their phone. They also refuses teru's invitation to join the student council. Thank you! :)

why of course! it’d be an honor to grant such an ask. apologies for taking quite a while to do so—though i hope my work meets your expectations, wonderful nonie!<3

—LOST IN THE HAZE OF YOUR DREAMSCAPE.

featuring ; minamoto teru & you as our star.

+ small akane & aoi mentions.

ah, minamoto teru; the very embodiment of perfection—as he was hailed and as he carried himself with utter conviction.

a master of powers, a paragon of academic prowess, and a maestro in all things extraordinary. could there be anything he did not conquer?

yet, his persona, a labyrinth of complexities, as if harboring a multitude of souls within his very being.

now, here you arrive in his peculiar life—meeting with the intricacies of his existence.

when your paths converged, it ignited a tempestuous collision, a clash of peculiar forces.

initially, your mere presence held no sway over him. in truth, he perceived you as an encumbrance, burdened by your languid nature. for he, a relentless pursuer of flawlessness, demanded nothing less.

but lo and behold. fate—that cunning trickster—wove its intricate threads, meticulously mending the frayed tapestry of your connection.

through the passage of time, a tapestry of happenstance encounters and the subsequent flourishing of interactions—a nascent camaraderie took root. he slowly, but surely grew attuned to your idiosyncrasies, harmonizing with your rhythm. while the power to surmount every obstacle at your side eludes him still, he persists, striving to offer his utmost.

oh please have mercy on this young man—forever enmeshed in the whirlwind of his exorcist duties. and yet, even amidst the chaos, his devotion knows no bounds when it comes to those he holds dear.

one might assume that quality time would be sacrificed for the trivial, but fear not, for you found yourself on the fortunate side—the one he’d willingly carved out moments to be with.

initially, your encounters were fleeting, brief snippets of time. however, as the sands of time trickled down, these fragments transformed into meticulously planned sleepovers. he meticulously orchestrated these occasions, ensuring they did not encroach upon his demanding schedule.

your bond thrived during these cozy gatherings, or tranquil rendezvous, where he wholeheartedly immersed himself in your passions—comics and video games.

though not extensively versed in these realms, one might imagine that you—with your infectious enthusiasm to the field—was the catalyst for his exploration and understanding of the realm of entertainment. this was evidenced by the gradual increase in invitations to game nights and his newfound willingness to engage in discussions about captivating narratives. perhaps, you both even exchanged recommendations for comics, as kindred spirits often do.

as the both of you and the world grew older—it became evident that he honed his social skills; presenting himself as a complete package. every aspect of his being held an irresistible allure, captivating the hearts of women, and even some fellow men. many yearned and openly expressed their desire to be the chosen one by his side.

however, even amidst the clamoring crowd, his gaze remained steadfastly fixed upon you.

of course, as the old adage goes; with great power comes great responsibility—the price of his popularity gradually revealed itself.

certain students, teetering on the edge of obsession, noticed the distinct tenderness he displayed towards you, surpassing his general kindness towards all. seizing upon this perceived vulnerability, they occasionally resorted to devious methods, seeking to eliminate you from the equation, taking advantage of moments when slumber claimed you.

naturally, he swiftly uncovered their plot, intervening before they could execute their nefarious intentions.

needless to say, the number of such audacious attempts dwindled significantly. what exactly he did to deter them remains a mystery known only to him and his would-be victims.

still, worried that the possibility of a recurrence and his absence to intervene, he took it upon himself to practically implore—some might even say beg—you to join the student council. this would ensure that he, or even akane if needed, could keep a watchful eye over you with greater ease.

however, true to your nature, you steadfastly rebuffed each futile attempt to persuade you. despite his persistent efforts, you remained resolute in your refusal.

eventually, your golden boy relented, recognizing that his endeavors were in vain…but that was just because he found an alternative solution.

he encouraged—forced—akane to be the one to look after you discreetly whenever he couldn’t. only choosing to partially reveal his intentions to avoid alarming you at the time, as you were unfamiliar with akane’s existence.

or so it had been until he observed that you and the school’s vice president shared a rather unique bond.

although akane would occasionally scold you for being so excessively somnolent, mistaking it for you being irresponsible, hence, occasionally comparing you to the greatness of his lady aoi—teru—ever vigilant and mindful of akane’s every interaction with you, ensured that his usual brutal tendencies were significantly tempered. still—it remained a part of the deputy’s essence, defining his very being, just albeit subdued in your presence.

it could be surmised that akane once attempted to tease—or rather, foolishly inquire, about teru’s subtle yet perceptible shifts in behavior whenever you were involved.

“it’s almost as if you like them.”

in an almost immediate reaction—the president paused, slowly turning his head to gaze at akane, a shadow casting a smile that concealed the upper portion of his closed eyes.

the ginger-haired vice executive, feeling an ominous presence despite the absence of visible eyes, found himself sweating profusely as he cautiously added,

“—to the point where anyone could mistake you for family!"

sensing the gravity of his words, akane mentally vowed to never broach the subject again. he restrained himself from ever mentioning it whenever he witnessed the two of you together.

curiosity gnawed at you as you noticed his all-knowing gaze transform into one of horror whenever you turned your head, as if peering behind you; at none other than the pretty blonde himself, who seemed to be doing nothing wrong, merely proven to have been innocently smiling the whole time, or so he put up whenever you looked back at him.

oblivious to the truth, you always dismissed it as ‘akane’s peculiar moments of ptsd flashbacks’ whenever he saw teru.

however, let me share a little secret with you.

did you know the true reason behind teru’s death stare? no? well, do you wanna know?

then do allow me to spill it for you.

it was simply because akane, using the keyword; "like," insinuated that teru had a ‘liking-only level’ romantic feeling for you. the misconception provoked such a reaction from teru, for he wanted to correct that statement because he loved you, not just liked you.

seriously, can’t people let him finish what he’s saying?

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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the flames that divide

Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader (nsfw / 18+)

part three of the prūmia va perzys (heart on fire) series

part one: don't you love me? - part two: and what of your love? - part four: the aftermath

themes: angst, smut, mention of violence, language, dragonrider!reader (her house is not stated)

word count: 3.6k ▪︎ masterlist

Aemond makes a decision about his impending marriage to Alys Rivers, and it's not without its consequences.

You wake slowly, drifting peacefully into consciousness, the haze of dawn pouring into the room, your lover still asleep beside you.

Aemond. He is on his side, one arm slung over you, keeping you close. His face gently rests on your shoulder, and his lips are parted in slumber.

Those perfect lips that traced every contour of your body last night.

Seven hells, I love you.

Careful not to wake him, you let your fingers drift on the side of his face, lightly touching in reverence. His sapphire eye gleams up at you, more beautiful than any of the stars in the heavens.

You can't recall for certain what your favourite color was before seeing it, but now and always, it will remain the same deep, endless blue.

Then, he smirks.

The bastard is awake. "Why have you stopped, my love? Don't mind me, just keep on."

He brings his hand to yours, the one resting on his face, and nudges it to continue its movement.

You smile, "Good morning, you menace."

"I love you too." He whispers, leaning on his arm and hovering over you, “I’ve decided that we could just stay here for the rest of our days. Easily sustain ourselves by putting our field to good use, and we'll go riding on dragonback together, seeing the world, even beyond the Seven Kingdoms."

The image he conjured up was beautiful, but it also elicited a deep kind of pain unlike anything you've ever felt. He was describing a dream. And, reality is often not conducive to dreams.

"Hmm," your voice comes out weak, "that sounds like a good idea, Aemond."

He immediately knows exactly how you're feeling, and how much torment the idea brings. All at once, he feels hate. For everyone. For himself. For his family, the Greens, the Blacks. Why did everything have to be so fucked? Why does he have to be the way that he is? Why can't the two of you just be happy?

It feels like a ceaseless cruel joke that he's been dealt with. He wants to give you everything, but by simply being who he is, he can't.

"We can venture out into the Free Cities this instant." He positions himself above you, forearms framing your face.

"When do we leave?" You whisper in return.

"Hmm," he kisses you, and you think of how there's no better way to wake up than this, "shortly after."

"After, my love?" You ask, but you can already feel him, pressed against your stomach, preparing to anchor himself into your flesh.

"Mhmm," he begins peppering your body with kisses, from your neck to the flesh between your thighs, hands eagerly exploring where they please. His fingers travel downward, and start to glide against your folds. Smooth circular movements that ignite the fire. He lifts himself and kneads his cock with the wetness of your core, priming you for entry.

His hands finds yours, steady on either side of your head.

"Look at me." He commands.

So you do. And, slowly, then all at once, he enters you.

You moan in unison, grinding against each other. And the entire time, he holds your gaze. The way your name keeps spilling from lips - like in prayer, like a spell being cast - sounds nothing short of maddening.

Aemond fucks you desperately, making a wild mess out of you. Hoping that perhaps, if he does it hard enough, then maybe the both of you can forget about everything. And moments later, as he drives you to see stars, you think of how it all feels like a dream.

You realize that dreams are real. They're the way his skin feels against yours, how the words 'I love you' sound from his lips, the tranquility that simply being with him allows.

If being with Aemond was your reality, then reality just might be a dream, after all.

But then again, dreams are typically shattered upon waking.

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Putting on your black riding boots, the last piece of clothing still left on the floor, you start to feel a sense of dread. Aemond has dressed prior and is leaning casually by the wall, watching you with his signature smirk. Just a minute ago, he had quipped about being disappointed that you were getting dressed, your "goddess-like" body being shielded from his view.

But what's going to happen afterward?

"Aemond." You look up at him, trying to send a message with just a look.

"Yes, we can just stay here, my love." He smoothly says, not missing a beat.

You're not having it anymore. "What about your marriage?"

"Don't." His entire demeanor changes, losing all his sly playfulness.

"What about Alys Rivers?"

"She does not matter."

"She is your betrothed. She should matter." You stand, arms crossed, trying to catch his eyes, but he is adamant in looking away.

"My love," he moans in exasperation. He doesn't want to reveal the true reason of why he chose Alys Rivers. More than a whim, as he wants to make himself believe. More than how amusing and strange she might be. More than how she defies nearly all the standards warranted of a royal consort for someone of his status.

"Prince Aemond's Alys," as she likes to call herself, was more than just a Strong bastard. She was a Strong bastard witch.

Aemond has only read about the religion of R'hollor in ancient texts, never seeing any proof with his own eyes, until Alys.

She knew things. She could see things. She promised Aemond that she can all but guarantee victory for the Greens, more especially for Aemond, if he just gives himself to her.

He thought, if marriage with you was not possible, then why not choose a marriage that would actually prove to be beneficial. A marriage that would give him power.

When he made his decision, he allowed himself to close his heart to you, even just for a moment. His anger won over - how you abandoned him, how you did not endeavour to see him or speak to him. He thought if he was not going to marry his love, then what better than a fucking witch.

"It's not that simple," is all that comes out of him.

"It is," you raise your voice, "don't marry her because you love me!"

"She may..." he paces the room slowly, "She may yet be of use to me."

"What the fuck does that mean? Do you care about her?"

"Not in the way that you think."

Frustration bubbles up inside you. Why is he being so cryptic? You sigh, "So tell me then. Make me understand, Aemond."

Aemond doesn't know what to say, without arousing any more of your anger. Should he reveal that Alys may help his side win the war, then that ultimately means that your side will be defeated. Most likely even amassing more casualties. More people whom you care about.

Of course, Aemond would never let anything happen to you. As a matter of fact, he's doing this for you. So this war can finally end, and you can spend the rest of your days together. But that wouldn't matter. You will never be able to see past this. Aemond taking up another lover, simply for the purpose of bringing about the downfall of the Blacks. You would never want to speak to him again. Should you feel compelled to kill him, he wouldn't blame you.

So what the fuck do I do, my love? What can I do, that won't result in losing you? Aemond's torment can be reflected in his expression, in his steely gaze.

"I will not marry her. But, if I am to be honest, she will be still be present, for other reasons." Does that sound neutral enough? No, even that is not enough.

"Is she to be your whore?"

"No." He says firmly, but he's not entirely sure what Alys would want from him, in exchange for her prophecies, for the words she hears from the fire, for the visions presented to her in the smoke and in the storm clouds.

“But?”

“She may stay.”

“And you can’t tell me the true reason why.” You feel everything start to unravel. You and him reunited, and made your desires heard, ending in a clash of love and lust beneath the sheets. A year of longing, desperation, uncertainty, and betrayal – all seemingly resolved, somewhat, in a long night of uninhibited passion. But were you simply pretending not to see? Who he is, and who you are? Can you ever truly see eye to eye, and be together?

Aemond reaches for your hand, and you’re too weak to fend him off, even though your pride screams at you to do so.

“Please understand, my love.” His voice comes out tired. “Alys… she… can see things. She has already been of help to me in a previous battle, and if she continues to help me, I may gain enough of an advantage to finally to put an end to this fucking war, once and for all.”

“You mean…” A name comes to mind, taken from the histories which you pored over so diligently. “she’s a… witch? She has visions? That is all real?”

He nods once, “That’s the only reason why I’m not getting rid of her yet. She will never replace you. To even think such a thing is ludicrous and senseless. She’s merely a tool that I’m using to win this war, so that we may be together…”

“And how will she help you? Perhaps by telling you where Daemon or Rhaenyra might be, and when is the best time to strike, so that you may kill them? What if she says that the next step will be to kill me? What if that will turn the tide to your favour? Aemond…”

“I would never let any harm befall you.” Aemond feels insulted that you would imply such a thing. His impatience grows, and his tone sours, “Don’t you want this to cease? The Blacks will never surrender, even though they should-”

“You mean we should surrender? You would have to take me into account as well. I am part of the Blacks, after all, Aemond.”

He feels you pulling farther and farther away, but he moves closer, his face inches from yours, “You know I’m right. If that traitor Rhaenyra had only accepted the terms that my mother had presented then…”

“If only you had not chased your young nephew Lucerys while riding the world’s largest war-dragon, leading to his demise, then the rightful Queen Rhaenyra might have been more lenient in dealing with you traitors.” The words spill out you, spiteful and unrelenting, not giving any mind to how it might sound.

Clearly, that struck a nerve, and you had meant it to. The tension is overwhelming, as if one of you might draw your sword at any moment.

You wait for him to speak up and defend himself, to finally reveal his anger to you. You lean back on one heel, preparing for the onslaught.

Instead, he grabs your face roughly, and pulls you in for a searing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, protest dying between your lips. You can’t pull away, you don’t want to. So you grab on to him with the same passion, the same desperation. Your hands unconsciously reach up to entangle in his white-golden hair. You kiss him with rage, you kiss him with love. He uses his mouth to extinguish your frustration, even if only for a moment.

And finally, all too soon, you part.

“Ñuha perzys.” My fire, he whispers against you, like a solemn prayer, “One could say that you are the bane of my existence. And, yet, you are the reason for it, as well.”

“Don’t do it. Don’t meddle with such things. You don’t need her.” You whisper, throat feeling thick with emotion, but you know he has already made up his mind. One thing that made you fall in love with Aemond was his relentlessness, his drive, after all. Though these unavoidably get misguided.

“Do you trust me?” Your face is held tightly in his hands, eyes searching yours.

“No,” you shake your head, barely, “yn, avy jorrāelan.” …but, I love you.

He nods, and as he always does, lovingly connects his forehead to yours.

For now, that is enough.

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The ride back to King’s Landing was a quiet one, Aemond still reeling from the feeling of your skin on his, and the sounds emitted from your lips in the darkest hours of the night. As well as the severity of your words, but your rage only spurred his admiration on.

He had missed you, there was no doubt. He is determined not to be apart from you again, at least not for so long a time.

He has just had audience with his mother, the Lady Alicent, about his intention to put a stop to his wedding to Alys Rivers. This proposal was met with as much enthusiasm as a stern mother would allow, given one who never approved of his betrothed in the first place.

Alicent Hightower sat there, mulling over her more favoured son’s words, wondering what might have led him to making such a rushed decision.

“I realize the impropriety of it all, mother,” he said, not revealing the entirety of his reasoning. “You were right about Alys. She does not hold nearly high enough of a status to be my lady wife.”

“And how did you not come to this conclusion sooner?” Alicent asked gently. Aemond had come into her quarters unannounced, but she has always been glad for his visits. Now, even more so.

“I suppose I was acting out of spite. You’re well aware of what I think of marriage, especially in these times, when protecting our claim to the Iron Throne is most paramount. And, my being wed to a bastard of House Strong will not serve any purpose.” Aemond spat, unable to hide the disgust in his words. That disgust stemmed from Alys not being you, rather than her being a bastard, but Alicent need not know that.

“I shall inform the council of your decision. You must not act hastily again, Aemond. There are heavy costs to be incurred.” Alicent declared.

“Hmm.” Her son agreed.

“What of Lady Rivers? Shall I send for her to be taken away?”

“No, I will deal with her.” Aemond said, and Alicent was not sure what to make of that.

“Will you be keeping her, Aemond?”

Her son said nothing, resolute in staring at the flames dancing in the hearth.

She continues, “There is no need to feel ashamed if you wish to have her as a bedmate, Aemond. You are the prince, so it would be an honour for her to-”

Aemond stood abruptly, halting his mother’s words, who merely looked up at him, waiting.

“I shall take my leave now, mother.”

Alicent rose, taking his hands for a moment, before he walked out swiftly. In the back of her mind, briefly, she had thought of you. In her eyes, you had been the only woman for whom Aemond had expressed any strong affection for. She wondered if you might have influenced his decision now.

But how could you have, if you were lost to him?

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“I no longer wish to be wed to you. I apologize for any inconvenience or displeasure that this may cause, my lady, but I have made up my mind. You know full well that my heart was never truly in this union, and I am convinced that you have the same sentiment.”

Aemond wastes no time in making his intentions known to Alys, whom he called to his chambers after speaking with his mother.

If Alys Rivers is surprised by this declaration, her expression does not betray her. She merely sits across her now former betrothed, taking in his words.

“Aemond…” she opens her mouth to speak, but Aemond merely halts her with a raised hand.

“As for our arrangement… there is no reason for that to cease along with our betrothal. You will continue to be in service to me. You will continue to impart your visions, truthfully, so that I may win this war.”

“With all due respect, my prince Aemond,” The title always sounds lewd coming from her, as if she means to claim him by saying it, “why the fuck should I do that?”

Aemond’s gaze becomes steely and unwavering, meant to dispel any dissent coming from Alys. She may be a witch, but he will never allow her to have any power over him.

“Because, my lady, if not for me, you would have likely been raped and murdered upon our taking of Harrenhal. You owe your life to me, and as it stands, I demand your loyalty.” His voice lowers, as he continues, “Refuse, and I’ll have no further use for you. Although… the Street of Silk customarily remains in need of women of your calibre.”

The final insult hangs in the air, solidifying how Aemond views his former betrothed.

Alys’ demeanor morphs into one of acquiescence. But there was a darkness simmering within. She stands abruptly, ignoring the need to wait for his command, “Will that be all, Aemond?” No longer her Aemond, but he might have never been hers, after all.

She stares at him, one which he does not return. His mind is elsewhere. His mind is on you.

“My prince?” she asks again, frustrated by his callous ignorance of her.

“Hmm.” He wags two fingers, carelessly, in the direction of the door. Leave.

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Alys had been moved from her royal quarters, into one which is smaller, in the lower levels of the palace.

Chin held high, she tried her best to ignore the whispers and penetrating stares of onlookers, as she was escorted through the halls, with her meager possessions in her arms. Word quickly spread of the prince’s decision, and the festivities were immediately put to a halt. Most of the lords and ladies could not hide their satisfaction at the dismissal of the bastard lady, whom they never favoured as their new princess.

Among all the items in her quarters, she had held on to an ornate red box, about the size of her forearm. She did not seem to mind leaving the rest, even if she was given leave to take anything she wished.

It was the miniature red trunk, one which she already had, prior to being taken from Harrenhal, that she chose to take.

As moonlight begins to bleed faintly in her small window, she holds the box open in her lap, facing the humble hearth.

Aemond did not know this, but she knew of you. The Lord of Light had opened her eyes to your existence, to your parasitic intrusion to her relationship with Aemond. The Lord of Light had whispered the truth to her. When he left the feast, some nights before, she had known that it was to see you.

It was only a matter of time, according to her Red God, before she would have to act in order to secure her position. To have a higher power over the realm. To have a permanent stake in Aemond’s heart.

And the time has come. She sees you in the night sky, a triumphant smile on your face, riding on dragonback. Through the flames, through the eyes of the Lord of Light, she sees.

The time has come. And so she begins.

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You prepare to depart Horn Hill, walking towards your dragon, Fyraxes. House Tarly had called for aid, as they had been under siege by the Hightower and Lannister armies, who wanted to claim their land and resources for the Greens.

Instead of sending knights, Jacaerys had proposed coming on dragonback – a better show of force to the surrounding armies, making them measly in comparison. You had eagerly volunteered to join him, and Daemon was also quick to follow, saying, “Any chance to burn those fucking Greens, I’d happily take.”

So the three of you went, and as predicted, the Green armies stood no chance, and House Tarly remains intact and well-defended.

“Well done, Jace, Y/n.” Daemon calls out, preparing to mount his dragon as well.

“Back to Dragonstone, is it, then?” you smile, pleased about today’s small yet significant victory.

“Race you, y/n!” Jace yells, already mounted on Vermax, commanding her to fly.

“Oh no you don’t!” you hurriedly position yourself on Fryraxes, and Daemon merely laughs fondly at the two of you, “Sōvegon, Fyraxes.” Fly.

Fyraxes lifts herself off the ground, the sensation never failing to set your whole being alight. Flying on dragonback has always been as easy as breathing. You needed this. This was a form of escape from all this darkness, a way to be free. You wished you and Aemond could simply fly endlessly, to your heart’s desire.

Suddenly, Fyraxes groans, the sound reverberating throughout her body. She stops about a hundred feet above the ground, faltering, abruptly swaying from one side to the other.

“Y/n! What’s happening?” Daemon yells from Caraxes, flying just above you.

“I don’t know!” you yell back in a panic, and turn to your ailing dragon, “Skoros iksis pirta, Fyraxes? Sōvegon! Dohaeragon nyke!” What is wrong, Fyraxes? Fly! Serve me!

The words barely leave you, when you’re hit with a sudden onslaught of nausea, your vision effectively blurring. As if you’re feeling just what Fyraxes is feeling.

“Y/n!” You hear Daemon scream for you once more, more faintly now, and you can vaguely make out Caraxes flying towards you.

But it is too late. You succumb to the darkness.

And both dragon and her rider hurtle towards the ground.

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I self-indulged and held back on the angst :) though this chapter did not end happily anyhow.

I also went ahead and named your dragon, Fyraxes, just for ease of writing.

Next chapter might be shorter and will consist of Aemond fucking. shit. up. After he finds out.

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mustainegf · 29 days

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Can you do a fluff/smut of kill ‘em all era Kirk x Fem reader?

I was thinking like you guys are dating and you were hanging out one night just like talking under the stars, then you go back to the readers house cause her parents aren’t home. And then you know the rest!

I know you usually don’t write a lot for him so there’s no pressure!

-Harley

Hiii Harley!! I’ve been dying for more kirk reqs so I was so excited to write this!! Hope you like it :)

As Kirk and I lay in the soft grass of the field, the cool night air enveloped us, bringing with it an ease of tranquility. The stars above twinkled like scattered glitter against the vast blue of the sky.

I nestled closer to Kirk, his warmth a comforting presence beside me. His hand found mine, fingers intertwining in a gentle dance as we traced constellations only we could see.

"Isn't it amazing?" Kirk's voice broke the silence, soft and filled with wonder.

I turned to look at him, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. His eyes sparkled with a childlike fascination, mirroring the beauty of the night sky above.

"Yeah, it really is," I replied, my voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the night. "It's moments like these that make you realize how small we are in the grand scheme of things."he marveled.

I smiled. With Kirk by my side, I felt like I was me, and was free to be me.

As I stole a glance at Kirk, my heart skipped a beat. His tan skin seemed to absorb the moonlight. His long, dark curly hair cascaded around his shoulders, framing his face perfectly. And that smile, oh, that smile, it was like sunshine breaking through the clouds on a stormy day.

I couldn't help but admire the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his lips curved into that cute, crooked grin that never failed to melt my heart. Kirk was always a bit insecure about his teeth, but I thought they were cute from the second I met him.

"Hey," he said, catching me staring, his voice soft and warm like a summer breeze. "What are you thinking about?" He asked softly.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. "Just how lucky I am to have you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kirk's smile widened, and he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "The feeling's mutual, you know," he said with a dorky chuckle.

As the feeling between us intensified, a magnetic pull drew us closer together. Our lips met, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface. Kirk's arms enveloped me, pulling me into his embrace as our kisses deepened, each one more passionate than the last.

The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the sound of our ragged breaths and the rhythm of our beating hearts. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft curls coil around my touch, while Kirk's hands explored the contours of my body with a gentle urgency.

As Kirk pulled away, a sudden sense of longing hung in the air, but before I could dwell on it, he spoke, his voice husky with desire.

"Are your parents home?" he asked, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that shot heat to my face.

I bit my lip, knowing exactly what he meant. "No," I replied, my voice barely a whisper, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Without another word, Kirk sat up, his movements quick and purposeful, as he reached out to tug me along with him. In an instant, we were on our feet, hand in hand, racing back to my house.

The journey back passed in the blink of an eye, each step fueled by the lust that grew between us. And as we finally reached the familiar silhouette of my house against the moonlit sky, I could feel myself flutter at the thought of the filthy things we were yet to do.

With trembling hands, I fumbled for my key, my heart racing with anticipation as Kirk pressed himself closer against me, his touch setting my skin ablaze with longing. And as the door swung open, we stepped inside, leaving the world behind as we surrendered ourselves.

The instant the door was shut, Kirk had his lips on mine, fighting them vigorously.

His tongue darted out, tangling with mine as he plundered into my mouth, tasting every corner as if it were his favorite place.

My head spun with passion, but as I felt the heavy weight of his body pressing against me, I pulled back, his warm breath tickling my face as I did so.

"Not here," I whispered, shoving him toward the bedroom.

He didn't need any encouragement, practically dragging me toward the room as he went.

But as we entered, the room was suddenly engulfed in darkness, and the only light came from the full moon shining through the windows. I hopped onto the mattress, Kirk following behind me. He gave me a soft kiss before crawling over me.

"Do you trust me?" he asked as he kissed me again.

"Yes," I answered breathlessly, his kisses sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

He gently removed my shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin as he did so. I gasped as the sensation shot straight to my core, igniting a spark of desire.

His eyes darkened as he stared down at me, making me shiver with anticipation. "Trust me," he said once more, taking off his clothes until all that remained was his boxer briefs.

As he stood there, looking at me with those dark brown eyes, I couldn't help but reach out for him. I wanted him so badly, I could barely stand it.

I took off my bra and panties, letting him feast his eyes on me, the hunger in his gaze sending chills down my spine. "You are perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Here, get under the blankets"" Kirk said softly, sitting up.

When I got up on the bed, he climbed after me, covering us both with a blanket, allowing us privacy without anyone seeing us. Despite already being alone, the blanket draped half over us felt intimate, and I liked it.

"Kirk..." I whined softly, feeling his hardness through his thin boxers. I needed him inside of me so bad.

Kirk ran a finger through my folds, my slick wetness sticking to him. I flinched at the slow motion, just focusing on his fingers playing with my most private place.

He chuckled. "You like that? Do you want more?" I nodded quickly, willing to say anything, do anything to make this moment last forever.

He slid his finger in, going deeper than I expected, and I moaned in ecstasy, my eyes rolling to the ceiling. He added another finger and then another, making me feel full and stretched, and I loved it.

He added a third finger and fucked me slowly while playing with my clit. He began to tug his boxers down with his free hand as he did this.

I stared at his dick, rock hard, and just begging to be touched.

"Touch it." He ordered, still fucking me with his three fingers. I grabbed hold of his shaft and stroked him, loving how he felt in my hand, so hot and hard.

I rubbed my thumb over the head, and pre-cum started leaking out. I smiled as I watched it flow out, and licked it off of fingers, the salty flavor exploding in my mouth.

"You taste good." I murmured. He stopped fingering me and took me by the hips, looking into my eyes with a smile. "Fuck me, Kirk, please 1 need you..."

Kirk grinned, guiding his cock to rub my swollen pussy.

The head started to push in and I cried out, unable to contain my excitement. "Mmmm, you're tight," he groaned, his eyes glazing over with passion.

He pushed in slowly, filling me inch by inch. I gasped in pleasure, my walls contracting around his girth with a slight sting. "Shhhh, I won't hurt you. Relax." He crooned, taking my lips in a heated kiss.

I moaned into his lips, rocking my hips as Kirk began to slowly thrust. I would never completely get used to the feeling of him inside of me.

He filled me in ways no other man ever could, and with each slow stroke, I was reminded why I loved him so much.

As he continued to fuck me slowly, I focused on the sensations I felt from his shaft rubbing my clit with each slow inward thrust.

He nibbled my neck and I arched my back to give him better access. With each movement, he moved faster, his cock filling me with such pleasure, I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold back for long.

"Oh god, yes," I moaned, loving how good he made me feel. "You're mine, aren't you, baby?" He growled, pumping in and out of me with a fierceness that caused me to scream out in pleasure. "Yessss!"

I screamed. "Yes, yours," I whispered, not wanting to stop the rhythm of our movements. "That's right, call out my name, baby, let me hear you." He commanded, his tone deepening with authority.

"Kirk, harder!" I begged, my body craving more of him. He complied, picking up the pace until he was slamming into me, filling me with so much pleasure, I felt like I was about to burst.

I screamed as I came, my body trembling as I gripped his back for dear life. I gasped when he held me close, his breathing ragged. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with love and tenderness.

Gripped his warm body as he grunted out a stifled moan. "That's it, just squeeze my dick..."

I squeezed his cock even tighter, my fingernails digging into his back. "Oh, fuck yes," he hissed, his orgasm building fast. I heard him come undone as he buried his face in my neck and roared. "Baby, I'm coming."

I squealed as he pulled out, pumping his length until he was spurting ropes of cum onto my stomach.

Kirk whimpered, his neck twitching as he milked himself.

I peppered kisses to his cheeks, "I love you so much, Hammett.." I sighed with a tender smile.

Kirk heaved, smiling down at me. "I love you too..." he giggled softly.

Kirk collapsed at my side, my arms pulling him closer.

"As much as I want to just fall asleep here, you're kinda covered in my, uh, cum." Kirk's cheeks burned red as he flashed those crooked teeth.

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lz-didyounotice · 3 months

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Wrong Doctor

This gif do not belong to me.

Heyyyyy! How are you lots? So. This one took longer than expected, liked none of my drafts and ended up with a totally different story than what it once was… But in the end it turned out okay. This one takes place a few months before “An hymne to love”. Sorry if the writing seems a bit funky.

Froggit-

Warning : english is not my first language. Lots of fluff, mention of kids going missing.

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The night enveloped her in a blanket of light, the moon casting its ethereal glow upon the valley. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, the chill creeping into her back as she stood in this tranquil surrounding. Her hair danced gently in the breeze, her eyes shut, savoring every subtle shift of the wind against her skin.

In that moment, barefoot and grounded, she reveled in the sensation of grass brushing against her, its touch both enchanting and soothing. The wind whispered softly, a silent companion as she indulged in dreams of a life among the stars.

She had intended to linger for hours, captivated by the celestial spectacle above, immersed in the profound silence of the night. Despite the creeping cold, her breath materialized in wisps of white her thoughts, consumed with whimsy, as she attempted to conjure ephemeral clouds with each exhalation, watching them dissipate into the darkness. To an outsider, she would have seemed to hang on a single string of sanity with only the calming movement of her chest and the shelter of her leather jacket for warmth. For her, the onset of winter was a long-awaited embrace, promising transformation as the yellowed fields would soon be blanketed in snow.

Breaking the silence, the faint sound of footsteps approached from behind. The rhythmic rustle of grass grew louder, drawing nearer . She kept her gaze fixed upon the heavens, as though committing every star to memory.

The stranger hesitated to speak, his attention taken by the beautiful figure he now stood next to. Her short, ginger hair glowed under the moonlight, her eyes bathed in a soft, bluish luminescence. As their eyes met, something ignited within her as she beheld the familiarity of a man she had never expected to see again.

His unruly hair and long trench coat framed a face adorned with dark brown eyes, each holding the mysteries of the universe. A small smile graced her lips as she admired the beauty of his presence.

Breaking the silence, his voice, warm and soothing, punctuated the night. "A splendid night, wouldn't you agree?"

Gazing back at the stars, she could only nod in agreement. “Splendid doesn't begin to describe it,” she murmured. Sensing him gazing away, she inquired, "And what brings a gentleman like yourself out here in the middle of night?"

"I could ask you the same," he countered.

“I find… comfort in this place… Makes me think of home.,” she confessed.

Seemingly intrigued, he pressed further, “And what might be your name ?”

With a soft smile, she adjusted her short hair before responding. “You can call me ‘Sunny’. And you? What shall I call you?”

“I'm the Doctor.”

“The Doctor? Doctor who?” Her inquiry was tinged with playful curiosity, yearning to see the smile she once cherished.

“Just the Doctor,” he replied, a faint grin playing upon his lips.

“I had a friend who went by that name…” she reminisced.

Intrigued, the Doctor couldn't resist probing further. “What happened to him? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I had to go somewhere he could not follow…” she replied, truth trapped between her teeth .

“Did you tell him ? About where you were going ?” he inquired gently.

“It was the reason we met in the first place. He knew it would happen eventually. But I don’t think he was prepared for it…” she finally admitted.

The Doctor couldn't help but wonder about what remained unspoken. The possibility of meeting one of his future companions filling his hearts with warmth and curiosity . ‘Sunny’ sounded familiar. He was sure to have met her somewhere before but didn’t want to pry further.

“Anyway, have you seen something strange ‘round here recently ?” he inquired, redirecting the conversation.

“Besides you?” she teased.

“I'm being serious.”

“Well, not far from here lies a small village. There have been reports of missing children in recent weeks. What's most unsettling is that the parents seem to forget they ever had them in the first place.”

“How does one forget their own children?” the Doctor pondered aloud.

“I've wondered the same. And with no one reporting them missing, there's been little effort to find them. It's as though they vanish into thin air,” she explained.

“Now that’s dreadful. At least I know where to search.” the Doctor resolved, turning his full attention to her. “Do you happen to have a vehicle we could use to get to town ?”

“If you ask so kindly, I might be able to lend a hand too. Come on” she offered with a warm smile, leading the way towards her home.

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Soon, a small cottage came into view, its white walls adorned with creeping vines, a charming composition of rustic brick and verdant foliage. Adjacent to it stood a barn, spacious enough to shelter two vehicles within.

Hurrying to the porch, the ginger-haired woman donned her shoes before darting towards the barn.

“I must warn you, there’s not only vehicles in there.” Finally opening the doors, a sort of large laboratory came into view. Filled with spare parts, prototypes made out of domestic machinery. The Doctor's eyes gleamed with a childlike fascination as he explored each and every invention he could put his hand on. “‘Careful with that, wouldn't want you to blow up anything.” she quipped, her tone lighthearted as she watched him tinker with her modified mixer.

"A bit rubbish, don't you think you could have used a different lens for these? The blast could be fuller." Searching for two helmets, the ginger haired girl tried to not be offended by the Doctor's comments. “I do with what I can find, Doctor. Anyway, most of them are just smaller scale machinery.” Finally finding what she was searching for, she tossed a black one to the timelord. “Catch! I hope you’re not afraid of speed my dear.”

Looking confused, the doctor examined his helmet, and realized what they would be driving. “Oh- That’s brilliant!”

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Long had it been since she had such a thrilling adventure. Dodging monstrous aliens and unraveling mysteries alongside the Doctor. She even found herself yearning to join him aboard the TARDIS once more. Yet, she knew it was a temptation she couldn't succumb to, lest she alter the course of fate.

As they rode back on her motorbike, she relished the sensation of his arms encircling her, his laughter mingling with the rush of wind. His presence behind her, his warmth seeping through her, felt like a dream she never wanted to end.

Upon returning home, she resolved to embark on a journey of her own—a quest to reunite with her lost lover. But as the Doctor passed by the door, she invited him to share a cup of hot chocolate with her, an offer he accepted with eagerness.

Seated together on the couch, they savored each sip, savoring the fleeting moment of companionship.

“You know, your friend was lucky to have you by his side,” the Doctor remarked, his gaze thoughtful as he sipped his drink.

Smiling softly, she leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “I believe I was the fortunate one. I only wish he could see himself as I see him.”

“And how do you see him?” he inquired earnestly.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“A complete and utter idiot…” she confessed, her tone affectionate as laughter bubbled between them. “But a kind idiot.”

As their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passed between them, as if this moment was meant to be.

"I hope you find him soon. He must miss his companion," the Doctor remarked gently.

“I miss him too,” she whispered, her heart heavy with longing.

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The Tardis was Shimmering. Her to be slightly altered beauty, scratched from previous adventures. She had missed the feeling of her wood beneath the skin, how comforting it actually was.

Standing outside of the TARDIS door, the Doctor had extended an offer for her to accompany him, albeit temporarily, but as much as she appreciated the offer, she knew her destiny lay elsewhere.

“Before I go… Though I'm not supposed to know, could you perhaps share your name?” the man requested softly.

“I suppose it won't hurt,” she conceded, stepping closer. “I'm (Y/N).”

“It was a pleasure meeting you (Y/N)” he said with a wistful smile, finally setting foot into the blue box.

“And it was a pleasure to see you again, Doctor,” she replied.

And as the TARDIS vanished from sight, (Y/N) felt her heart swell with determination. She wanted to burst out, claim the very air in her lungs and scream out her farewell. Though tears welled in her eyes, they weren’t tears of sadness, as hope came through. Hope to be in his arms, reunited with her beloved once again.

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thebunnednun · 1 month

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Ace x strawhat!reader

Carnival Confessions Portgas D. Ace x Straw-Hat! Reader

Thank you for my first "Follower Friday's" request! <<33

This is not the best photo but I could grate cheese on this mans abs and fucking lick it off. Like a dream about him at night. (Sorry Buggy!)

*AHem*

Time to add a new husband to the list.

Don't be afraid to send me any requests my loves and if you are waiting for the next installment I have my masterlist posted!

Like usual, never be afraid to hang out in the comments. I love you guys feedback and snort up all the love you show. <33

ON WITH THE SHOW!!~~

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As the Thousand Sunny glides through the calm seas, a distant glow catches the crew's attention. Nami, always attuned to opportunities for fun and profit, eagerly informs everyone about the nearby island hosting the renowned Festival of Stars. With its promise of dazzling lights, delicious treats, and lively entertainment, it's an irresistible invitation for a crew in need of some rest and relaxation.

Excitement buzzes among the Straw Hat crew as they prepare to make landfall. Luffy's eyes sparkle with anticipation, Sanji's culinary imagination runs wild at the thought of new ingredients, and Usopp feverishly sketches plans for the perfect carnival game.

Suddenly, the sound of cannon fire echoes across the sea, breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

Luffy, ever the goof-ball, shouts, "What's that? Are we under attack?"

"No, Luffy, look!" Usopp points excitedly towards the source of the cannon fire. "It's a welcoming salute! They must be celebrating our arrival!"

A grin spreads across Luffy's face as he grips the ship's railing.

"Alright! Let's join the party!"

Nami nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with the prospect of potential treasures. "Indeed! But let's make sure we don't get carried away and forget our mission."

Sanji, already envisioning the culinary delights awaiting them, adds, "I can't wait to taste the local cuisine! This festival sounds like heaven!"

Meanwhile, amidst the flurry of excitement, you exchange a meaningful glance with Ace, a silent acknowledgment of your shared desire to explore the festival together. The unspoken tension between you both hangs in the air like the scent of gunpowder after a cannon blast, waiting for the right moment to ignite into something more.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Ace found himself stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren't looking. He admired your determination, your wit, and the way you effortlessly fit into the fabric of the crew. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to confess the growing feelings stirring within him.

Little did Ace know, you were experiencing the same internal turmoil. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled, and your cheeks flushed whenever he spoke to you. You admired his strength, his loyalty to his crewmates, and the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence. But like Ace, you were hesitant to reveal the depths of your emotions, afraid of risking the friendship you cherished.

Y’all were soooo down bad for each other.

the Thousand Sunny gracefully docked at the island, the crew eagerly disembarked onto the bustling streets, immediately enveloped in the vibrant energy of the Festival of Stars. The air was alive with the scent of exotic spices and the melodies of street musicians, drawing the Straw Hats into the heart of the festivities.

Stalls adorned with colorful banners and twinkling lights beckoned them with promises of exotic treats and unique treasures. Nami, always the opportunist, discreetly pulled Robin aside amidst the bustling crowd, a mischievous glint in her eyes betraying her intentions. "Let's give those two a little nudge in the right direction," she whispered, and Robin's lips curved into a knowing smile as they exchanged a silent agreement.

Meanwhile, you and Ace found yourselves entranced by a lively carnival game nestled amidst the throngs of revelers. The enticing challenge involved tossing rings onto bottles, each success rewarded with a coveted prize. With a playful glint in his eyes, Ace turned to you, his charismatic grin inviting you to join in the fun.

"Care to test your luck, (Y/n)?" he teased, his voice carrying a hint of friendly competition.

You accepted his challenge with a determined smile, eager to showcase your skills and perhaps impress the fiery-natured pirate. As the game unfolded, laughter and banter flowed freely between you both, each toss of the ring accompanied by playful taunts and good-natured ribbing.

Unbeknownst to you, Nami and Robin watched from a distance, their subtle orchestration unfolding according to plan. With a satisfied smirk, Nami leaned towards Robin and whispered, "I think they're starting to get the idea, don't you?"

Robin nodded, her gaze lingering on the scene before them. "It seems our matchmaking efforts may bear fruit after all," she remarked, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she observed the blossoming camaraderie between you and Ace.

As the carnival game continued, amidst the whirlwind of colors and laughter, the stage was set for something more than just a friendly competition. In the heart of the festival, amidst the vibrant chaos, two hearts danced closer together, their connection blossoming like the stars that illuminated the night sky above.

However, the game proved to be more challenging than expected, with each toss of the ring met with exaggerated groans and comical expressions of determination. Ace's fiery competitiveness only added to the amusement, his dramatic reactions earning laughter from both you and the surrounding crowd.

After a particularly close call that had Ace teetering on the edge of the game booth in mock despair, you finally emerged victorious, clutching the small plush toy prize triumphantly. Amidst the cheering and congratulatory pats on the back, Ace flashed you an exaggerated pout, pretending to wipe away fake tears of defeat.

"Alright, alright, don't rub it in too much," he teased, a playful twinkle in his eye.

You couldn't help but giggle at his theatrics, playfully tossing the plush toy into his waiting arms. "Looks like you'll have to settle for being my second-place prize," you quipped, earning another round of laughter from the surrounding onlookers.

Unbeknownst to both of you, the rest of the crew watched from a discreet distance, their amusement evident in the smirks and stifled laughter exchanged between them. Usopp, still disguised as a carnival attendant, struggled to contain his laughter as he approached with a mischievous grin.

"Congratulations on your win! As a special prize, how about a romantic stroll through the festival's enchanted garden?" he exclaimed, barely managing to keep a straight face.

You and Ace exchanged incredulous glances, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected offer. With matching shrugs and bemused smiles, you accepted, unable to resist the lure of curiosity and the promise of adventure.

As you ventured into the enchanted garden, laughter echoed through the night air, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant strains of music. The comedic charm of the situation was not lost on the crew, who watched with amused anticipation from the safety of the ship, ready to intervene if their matchmaking scheme veered off course.

As you and Ace embarked on your romantic stroll through the enchanted garden, the atmosphere was filled with an air of whimsy and mystery. Twinkling fairy lights illuminated your path, casting dancing shadows on the verdant foliage that surrounded you.

Unbeknownst to both of you, however, a series of hijinks unfolded in the background, orchestrated by the mischievous members of the Straw Hat crew. Luffy, unable to contain his excitement, had snuck off the ship in search of adventure, only to find himself entangled in a comical chase with a group of festival performers dressed as mischievous sprites.

Meanwhile, Sanji, ever the hopeless romantic, had taken it upon himself to prepare a surprise picnic for the two of you, complete with an array of delectable treats and a bottle of his finest wine. However, his efforts were nearly thwarted when a wayward gust of wind sent his carefully arranged spread tumbling into a nearby bush, much to his dismay.

Back on the ship, chaos ensued as Chopper and Franky attempted to quell the commotion caused by a group of overexcited seagulls that had mistaken the Thousand Sunny for a floating buffet. With brooms and buckets in hand, they engaged in a slapstick battle against the determined feathered invaders, all while trying to maintain a semblance of order.

You and Ace began meandered through the garden, engrossed in conversation and unaware of the chaos unfolding around you, the sounds of laughter and mischief served as a whimsical backdrop to your romantic interlude. Little did you know, the antics of your crewmates would only add to the memories you would cherish for years to come.

The night wore on and the stars began their mesmerizing dance across the sky, a subtle shift occurred between you and Ace. With each shared laugh and stolen glance, the barriers around your hearts began to crumble, revealing the tender affection that had been quietly blossoming between you.

Finally, as the last firework burst into a kaleidoscope of colors, painting the sky with its radiant glow, Ace took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours in a silent understanding. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice soft but steady. "I've always admired your strength and kindness, and... I think I might be falling for you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm embrace. In that moment, all the unspoken desires and lingering doubts melted away, replaced by a sense of clarity and undeniable truth. "I feel the same way," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been hoping you'd say something like that."

As the crew erupted into cheers and applause from their hidden vantage points, you and Ace shared a shy smile, the joy of mutual understanding washing over you like a wave. Surrounded by the magic of the festival and the warmth of each other's presence, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memories forever.

And so, hand in hand, you and Ace walked through the streets of the Festival of Stars, the world around you alive with possibility and promise. In that enchanted moment, you realized that sometimes, the most precious treasures could be found in the most unexpected of places - even in the heart of a carnival. And as the night faded into dawn, you knew that your journey together had only just begun.

As the cheers of the crew faded from the air, Ace's expression shifted from surprise to realization. "Wait a minute," he exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and amusement crossing his features. "Did Luffy have something to do with this?"

Before you could respond, the mischievous laughter of your crewmates echoed through the garden, confirming Ace's suspicions. "Looks like the little captain couldn't resist playing matchmaker," Sanji chimed in with a knowing smirk.

Nami, unable to contain her amusement, added, "I guess we owe him for helping set the stage for your confession, Ace."

As the teasing banter continued, you and Ace exchanged sheepish glances, both amused and touched by the antics of your crewmates. But before you could fully process the moment, chaos erupted in the garden as Luffy's laughter rang out, accompanied by the sound of running footsteps.

"Hey, come back here, you two!" Luffy's voice echoed through the night air, followed closely by the pounding of feet.

With a shared laugh, you and Ace took off running, the thrill of the chase adding an unexpected twist to the evening's festivities. As the fireworks continued to light up the sky, you and Ace found yourselves using your respective powers - his fire and your water - to outmaneuver your pursuers, weaving through the garden in a playful game of cat and mouse.

With each burst of laughter and flicker of flames, the bond between you and Ace grew stronger, fueled by the shared joy of the moment. And as the night unfolded in a whirlwind of excitement and hilarity, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events that had brought you closer together.

As the chase continued under the canopy of stars, you and Ace knew that no matter where your adventures took you, the memories of this magical night would always hold a special place in your hearts.

And as the fireworks danced across the sky, illuminating the path ahead, you felt grateful for the laughter, the love, and the unforgettable moments shared with your Straw Hat family.

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mangocustard16 · 8 months

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Fireflies and Memories✨

| synopsis: Amidst childhood memories and starry nights, Y/N and Seokmin's playful banter transforms into a heartfelt confession, igniting a love that had been quietly waiting to bloom.

| pairing: lee seokmin x gn!reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none

| Word count: 650

The park was bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the moon, casting long shadows across the winding trail. You and Seokmin walked side by side, the crunch of gravel beneath your feet a soothing soundtrack to the tranquil night.

Seokmin glanced at you, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He extended his hand, fingers lightly brushing against yours, a silent invitation.

With an amused chuckle, you continued walking, choosing not to acknowledge his pick-up line. You were used to Seokmin's flirtatious nature. Your hand remained tantalizingly close to his as you matched his stride perfectly. You had known Seokmin since childhood, and this playful banter was a familiar comfort.

But tonight, something felt different. There was an undeniable chemistry in the air, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this playful banter.

"Let's sit down here," you suggested as you reached a grassy clearing off the trail. Seokmin spread the blanket you had brought, and you both settled down, gazing up at the starry sky.

As you lay side by side, the silence between you became comfortable, and the night seemed to come alive with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Seokmin's gaze remained focused on the sky.

"The stars are exceptionally bright tonight," you commented, your voice barely more than a whisper. "It reminds me of that one summer when we camped out in your backyard and tried to count all the stars."

Seokmin turned to you, his expression nostalgic. "I remember that," he said softly, a fond smile playing on his lips. "We lost count after a hundred, but it didn't matter. It was one of the best nights of my life."

Your heart warmed at the memory, and you couldn't help but smile. "And now, here we are, still counting stars together."

The world around you seemed to fade into the background as you met each other's gaze, and the distance between your hands shrank until your fingers entwined.

Seokmin's cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink, and he chuckled nervously. "I must be a snowflake because I've fallen for you," he quipped, trying to ease the tension.

But you simply leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Seokmin, I've been falling for you too."

The admission hung in the air, filled with anticipation and desire. He cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin gently.

"Y/N," he breathed, "I've wanted this for so long."

You closed the distance between your lips and his, sealing your unspoken desires in a kiss that felt like the beginning of a beautiful and heartfelt journey.

The softness of the night seemed to envelop you both as you deepened the kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing and affection, a culmination of all the unspoken emotions that had been building over the years. Your fingers interlocked, creating a connection that felt more profound than any words could convey.

As you broke the kiss, Seokmin looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with warmth and sincerity. "Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I've cherished our moments together, from childhood to this very night."

You smiled, your heart filled with a profound sense of contentment. "I've cherished them too, every single one."

With that, you leaned in for another kiss, sealing your newfound connection under the starry night sky. It was a moment of pure serenity and a promise of something beautiful and heartfelt that had been a long time in the making.

The night continued to embrace you both, and you lay there, hand in hand, counting stars and creating memories that would last a lifetime. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring you together under the celestial canopy, two souls finally finding their place in each other's arms.

I want some Seokmin too! <;3

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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fragments of your warmth

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: Where you stood, it was exactly where your love had blossomed all those summers ago. Only this time, you stood alone with your memories and regrets.

Tags: friends to benefits to lovers, pining, angst, long distance relationship, ex lovers to lovers, canon divergence, stargazing, bot proofread

Word count: 2.1k+

Notes: this is my submission @merotwst and @cvlutos's Jamil's Summer Competition! Happy belated birthday Ellie <3 Make sure to check out the other entries using the tag!

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You are welcomed by the tranquillity that the familiar beach offers as you take your first steps onto the soft and cool sand. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore, combined with the nostalgic summer breeze, is a soothing balm for your senses that transports you to another world. The sky above is a canvas of sparkling diamonds, with millions of stars twinkling in the inky darkness, a vast and glittering expanse that stretches as far as your eye can see.

The sight before you is like an elegant painting from a dream, yet your heart feels like it's pricked by countless thorns of grief. This scene overlaps with one you experienced that night many summers ago, but you can't help but feel that everything was more vibrant when he was by your side.

The memories wash over you like the calming waves, and you are instantly transported to a bygone era, where time seems suspended and the world was infused with enchantment, where the sun-drenched hallways of NRC echoed with laughter and mischief.

It was there, where you met him.

Jamil Viper had bewitched you the moment your eyes met. His refined and captivating features made him strikingly handsome, but it was the depth in his eyes that truly set him apart. Like pools of obsidian, they held a mystique that seemed to hold countless untold stories and hidden desires. As fate would have it, your paths intertwined amidst the chaos of school, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his allure.

Burdened by responsibilities that were not of your choosing, the two of you found solace in the shared understanding of the burdens you bore. Life had dealt you both a hand filled with obligations and expectations, piling endless duties that seemed to overshadow your personal desires, but you found sanctuary in each other's company, where you could be true to yourselves and simply indulge.

Together, you found respite from the suffocating grip of responsibility. Hearts drew nearer as an invisible thread wove between you, weaving a tapestry of emotions that yearned to be acknowledged. It was an uncharted realm, an unexplored terrain where friendship and desire danced a delicate waltz, their steps uncertain yet alluring.

And so, with trepidation and anticipation, you succumbed to the allure of intimacy, strengthening your connection to him while safeguarding the sanctity of your friendship. It became a clandestine affair, shrouded in secrecy from prying eyes, nurtured by a foundation of trust and lust, enabling vulnerability and uninhibited honesty while offering emotional support and physical affection.

In those stolen moments, it was just the two of you, consumed by a fire that burned with equal parts longing and frustration. You explored each other's bodies with a mixture of curiosity and desire, finding pleasure in the physical connection you had cultivated. The touch of his hand sent electric currents surging through your body, igniting desires that defied reason. His kisses were elixirs of ecstasy that left you intoxicated and craving more. His laughter echoed through your veins like a melodic symphony. His genuine kindness and unwavering support melted the barriers you had built, leaving you defenceless against the growing feelings that welled within.

It had been an arrangement devoid of emotional entanglements. But how could you have possibly resisted falling in love, when it was Jamil who you were entangled with?

Love had woven its intricate tapestry around you, defying your attempts to keep it at bay. It was Jamil who unravelled your defences, revealing a depth of emotion that neither of you could ignore. And as the clandestine affair continued, the lines between friendship and love blurred, caught in a passionate embrace that neither of you could resist.

You had intended to keep your feelings at bay, that maybe once he graduated, with time and distance, the ember of yearning within you would fade like a dying flame without fuel.

But then came their graduation trip, where Kalim had extended an invitation to you and the others to join their trip to a tropical island of crystal-clear skies and sparkling seas to celebrate. And on that final night of your adventure, Jamil took you to a secluded beach, a secret spot for stargazing under the heavens.

You remember how his warm hand felt in yours, like a spell that pulled you closer to him. The scent of lemongrass filled the air, a fresh and tangy aroma that mingled with the ocean breeze and carried all your worries far away. Jamil had fretted over the many bugs approaching him, and you couldn't help but giggle at his antics as he diligently reapplied repellent, often volunteering to get rid of the pesky creatures that approached him.

You had both laid on a blanket he had brought, the air around you felt thick and humid, but still you drew close, seeking comfort in one another's embrace like clockwork. And as you looked up at the starry sky together, his eyes sparkled with a joy that matched the glittering constellations above.

Underneath the canopy of stars, surrounded by the serene lullaby of the waves, you found the courage to share the depths of your heart. Words spilt forth, confessions, long kept buried, danced upon the salt-kissed breeze.

The connection, nurtured through stolen glances, fiery passion, and tender moments, had blossomed into something profound. At that sacred juncture, you felt time relinquish its hold. The world faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you lingering in a universe of your own making.

The fragile silence was then shattered by those precious words that still ring in your ears, that continue to make you feel like every second you spent with him, every moment you spent agonising over your feelings for him, was all worth it.

"I've fallen for you, more deeply than I ever thought possible," he confessed, his voice full of sincerity and vulnerability. A smile graced his lips, his eyes shimmering with an affection that transcended words. "Thank you, for entering my life."

It was a night of enchantment and wonder, a memory etched deep into your soul. The two of you were alone in a world that felt infinite, surrounded by the ethereal glow of your love.

But now, as you stand alone, the world seems to have lost some of its vibrant hues; the colours have dulled, the stars have dimmed, and the air carries a chilly emptiness. You yearn for the passion of that night, for his comforting embrace. The memory of your time together casts a bittersweet shadow over the present, reminding you of what you had and what you lost.

Your love with him was like warm water, a gentle current that caressed and cradled your beings. Like the tranquillity of a serene pool, it washed over you, infusing your heart and soul with a profound sense of contentment.

But just like warm water, its heat inevitably dissipated, and only an icy void that exposed the rawness of your emotion remained.

A sigh escapes your lips, carrying with it the familiar sting of tears welling up, blurring the world around you and shrouding it in a veil of melancholy. The truth had loomed before you, as stark as the fading heat: though you had given it your all, you had no choice but to part ways.

With genuine intentions and hearts brimming with hope, the two of you had embarked on your relationship despite the long distance, promising to communicate regularly, plan visits, and hold onto the precious bond. Together, you painted vivid images of a future life entwined, sharing moments of domestic bliss, cooking side by side, and simply basking in each other’s presence, foolishly making promises at every corner.

Eventually though, the sharp sting of reality began to seep into your once idyllic dreams. Jamil, burdened by his duties in service to the Asim family, found his time and attention inexorably divided among countless obligations. And you, adrift in a sea of uncertainty, grappling without a proper identity and support system, struggled to find your place in a world so different from your original one.

The vast expanse of distance, once merely an inconvenience, now transformed into an insurmountable barrier, slowly eroding the very foundation of your once unbreakable bond.

Communication became sporadic, filled with empty words and broken promises. The once-frequent video calls turned into occasional text messages, and the passionate expressions of love were replaced by awkward silences and forced conversations. Your sanctuary had shifted, unintentionally or not, to the point where you no longer felt comfortable in talking to him, and instead another obligation to fulfill. Your longing grew stronger with every passing day, but the guilt of not being able to fulfil the promises weighed heavily on both of you.

The bittersweet truth became clear: the relationship that had bloomed within the protection of the school walls now found itself entangled in the thorny web of unfulfilled promises and fading hope, and the decision to let go became inevitable.

You lift your gaze to the sky in an attempt to prevent the tears from falling, searching the constellations for some semblance of an answer as your heart aches. The stars twinkle like distant beacons, each one a reminder of the vastness of the universe and the infinite possibilities it held, but all you could see was the endless expanse of the universe, an unfathomable void mirroring the emptiness you feel inside.

They say that time heals all wounds, even the fractures of a wounded heart. Yet, the passage of the sands of time has done little to alleviate the searing ache that persists. The yearning for him remains, an unyielding yearning that entwines itself around your every thought and breath. The sands of time may always shift, and the tides of life may ebb and flow, but within you, an eternal echo of his presence lingers, an ache that defies the passage of days and the fading of memories.

As the tranquil night hangs in suspended animation, a voice, achingly familiar, slices through the silence, shattering the cocoon of solitude you had enveloped yourself in.

"Ya amar..." The words, laden with tenderness and history, linger in the air, like a sweet melody that you tried so hard to forget.

How cruel of him, to still call you by such an endearing nickname.

You turn, your heart caught in a tumultuous dance of anticipation and trepidation, uncertain of what awaits you. And there he stands, a vision bathed in the glimmers of moonlight, the flickering beams bestowing a celestial radiance upon his countenance. Time has left its fingerprints on him, etching lines of experience on his face, while retaining the essence of the person you loved so fiercely.

" You’re… crying," he whispers in slight surprise. Desperately, you try to suppress the flood of tears that only intensified with his presence, but they defy your control, cascading down your cheeks in unrestrained torrents.

He takes a tentative step closer, and with a touch as tender as ever, he extends his hand, seeking permission for his contact. Frozen in place, you allow him to approach. The warmth of his touch graces your skin like a sunbeam, a pacifying caress that eases the ache within. With delicate fingers, he tenderly brushes away your tears, wiping with them the pain and sorrow that have pooled in your eyes. You can't help but lean into his touch, seeking refuge in his warmth like you had in the days of your youth.

"I... I never forgot you," you manage to choke out, your voice thick with emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. The words spilt out of you like a dam collapsing, releasing the pent-up feelings that have silently swelled within you for so long.

Tears continue to stream relentlessly down your face, the anguish of the past and present bearing down upon your fragile soul. Doubts assail you, wondering if he still cares, if he even remembers you after years.

But as you look up into his dark eyes, you see the answer reflected in their depths. There is a softness there, a tenderness reserved for you that had always been present.

Jamil leans closer, his expression loving and understanding. His voice, soft and sincere. "I never forgot you either," he whispered, his words a delicate admission, as if finally unburdening himself from the weight of past mistakes. "I'm so sorry, for everything."

Without hesitation, Jamil closes the remaining distance between you, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. The strength and warmth of his hold envelopes you like a sanctuary amidst your turmoil. You stand there, sharing the same beach that witnessed your love, bathed in bittersweet nostalgia, and a flicker of hope ignites within you.

The past may have been fraught with challenges and missed opportunities, but in this moment, you dare to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, things would turn out alright this time.

After all, with enough time and dedication, the cool waters of your love could be rekindled into a comforting warmth once again.

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darknesseddiem · 1 month

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hi babe !

can i request some older eddie x reader please ? pure fluff and comfort like you had a long day and everything and he just take care of you ? (you can add some tiny angst if you want but please please please comfort at the end)

Love you

Nono❤️

𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: After a day weighed down by the burdens of the world, where every step felt like trudging through treacle and every moment an uphill battle, you find solace in the sanctuary of your haven, and there, in the warm embrace of your refuge, stands Eddie, a beacon of unwavering love and understanding.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None, just pure fluff.

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, its golden rays stretched across the sky, blending hues of warm orange and delicate pink, casting a breathtaking panorama as you finally returned home. The day had been a relentless marathon, leaving every fiber of your being heavy with fatigue, your eyes aflame with exhaustion.

Stepping over the threshold, you barely closed the door before Eddie emerged, his face aglow with a radiant smile that faltered upon seeing the turmoil etched in your expression.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" His voice carried a melody of concern, resonating deep within you.

For a moment, you grappled with the weight of your emotions, but Eddie's unwavering gaze melted your defenses.

"It was one of those days," you confessed, your voice a fragile whisper.

Eddie's tender eyes softened as he drew nearer, enfolding you in a cocoon of his embrace. "Tell me about it," he implored, leading you to the welcoming embrace of the couch, where you both sank into its plush familiarity.

And so, you poured out your heart, each syllable laden with the burdens of the day, hanging in the air like a heavy mist. Eddie listened with unwavering attention, his eyes never straying from yours, as if he sought to absorb every iota of your pain.

As the torrent of words finally ebbed, drained from the emotional deluge, Eddie's gentle fingers brushed away the tears that adorned your cheeks. "I'm sorry you had to endure that," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm.

Before you could respond, a wave of exhaustion crashed over you, pulling you deeper into its embrace. Nestling against Eddie, you sought solace in his warmth, his scent, his very essence.

Eddie held you close, his arms a sanctuary amidst the tempest. And as sleep beckoned, his whispered words of love and reassurance were a lullaby to your troubled soul, easing you into the embrace of dreams.

Wrapped in his embrace, you found respite, knowing that with him by your side, you could navigate any tempest.

But even amidst the tranquility, a twinge of guilt tugged at your heart, burdened by the thought of burdening him. Yet, his steadfast embrace offered solace, a silent promise of unwavering support.

"You never have to apologize for needing me," Eddie whispered, his breath a gentle caress against your ear. "We're a team, remember? Together, we face every trial."

His words ignited a spark of hope within, guiding you through the shadows of doubt. With Eddie, you felt fortified, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.

As minutes melded into hours, the world outside faded, leaving only the two of you ensconced in a sanctuary of love and warmth. And in that fleeting moment, cradled in his embrace, you found peace.

Eventually, succumbing to the pull of exhaustion, you surrendered to slumber, nestled in Eddie's arms. And as you slept, a sense of tranquility enveloped you, knowing his love would be your guiding light through the darkest of nights.

Beneath the silent canopy of stars, Eddie pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a silent vow echoing in the stillness. With his love to illuminate your path, you were prepared to weather any storm that dared to cross your horizon.

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jgoddesstarot · 8 months

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Pick-A-Pile: Family Dynamics: How Does Your Future Spouse Interact With Their Family?

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🔮Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are based upon my intuitive interpretation of the cards and about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

🔮How this works: Close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you at this time.

Pile 1

Tarot Cards: Death, 7 of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacle, 4 of Swords

Hi my captivating Pile 1's, brace yourself for a tantalizing journey through the vibrant tapestry of your future lover's family dynamics. Ready for the revelations?

First, let's enter a realm of transformation—a space where old realities crumble, giving way to new horizons. Imagine a grand ancestral mansion shifting its walls and corridors, changing its very essence. Such is the profound metamorphosis that has molded your future spouse's family. This change—whether it's the winds of fortune turning or migrating to new shores—has profoundly infused their essence, shaping their familial ties with a blend of nostalgia and acceptance.

Journeying deeper, we find a lush garden where every tree and shrub has been meticulously nurtured over the years. Here, your lover emerges as the devoted gardener, their hands lovingly tending to the familial roots, ensuring that bonds flourish and thrive. They appreciate the slow dance of time, understanding that the most profound connections are nurtured patiently, season after season.

Now, amidst this verdant expanse, stands a sentinel—a knight in shining armor, steadfast and unyielding. This is your partner, the unwavering backbone of their family, always present in times of need. Their feet planted firmly on the ground, they bring pragmatism and reliability to family affairs, ensuring that everyone feels safe and cherished.

But, oh! The story doesn't end here. Amidst the lushness, there's an aura of newness—a gleam of golden opportunities. Your future love is the trailblazer, the one igniting fresh traditions, the beacon guiding their clan to embrace novelty, all while cherishing their rich legacy.

Yet, amidst all this hustle, there's a serene sanctuary—a quiet spot where time stands still. Here, your lover retreats, understanding the sacredness of rejuvenation. They champion the balance between fervent family engagements and soulful solace, ensuring harmony flows through every vein of their lineage.

In wrapping up our delicious saga, delectable Pile 1's, your future love emerges as a potent blend of resilience, dedication, practicality, innovation, and tranquility. They are the heartbeat of their family, a force of stability and renewal. As the threads of destiny intertwine, savor this glimpse into the rich familial tapestry that awaits you

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: Ace of Swords (in reverse), Knight of Wands, 10 of Wands, The Chariot, 5 of Cups

Hey my sultry Pile 2's, fasten your seatbelts as we embark on an exhilarating voyage into the heart and soul of your future beloved, especially the intricate dance of their family dynamics.

Picture a serene moonlit night, where a secretive veil cloaks the stars. Just like that mysterious night, your future partner possesses an art of concealment, especially when family matters arise. They are the silent guardians, preferring to shield their emotions in favor of preserving familial harmony, ensuring no storm disrupts the tranquil waters.

Yet, beneath this gentle facade, a tempest of fiery passion rages. Imagine a blazing phoenix, soaring high and fiercely guarding its realm. That's your future lover when their family's sanctity is at stake. They're a spirited protector, ready to leap into action, driven by a blazing heart that might occasionally prompt them to leap before they look. But rest assured, their intentions are as pure as gold.

But oh, how the universe plays its dualities! This fiery phoenix also carries the weight of the world on its wings. They're the anchor, the one who stands tall amidst family storms, absorbing every thunder and lightning, ensuring no harm befalls their kin. Sometimes it's a labor of love, and at others, a duty they can't escape.

Yet, against these raging storms and burdens, stands a fearless charioteer—your future spouse, taking the reins of their family chariot, navigating through life's tumultuous terrains with unyielding focus. Balancing passion and responsibility, they ensure their family sails smoothly towards their shared destiny.

Amidst these tales of courage and resilience, there's a chapter of heartache. A past that's seen shadows of loss or perhaps unmet expectations. But it's these very shadows that have molded them into the beacon of hope, teaching them to find the silver lining even in the cloudiest of skies.

Drawing our thrilling escapade to its end, my enticing Pile 2's, we unveil a partner enveloped in layers of fierce protection, fiery passion, unspoken sacrifices, unwavering determination, and the wisdom of their past. Their dance with family is both intense and tender, replete with challenges yet underscored by undying love. While these cards are but whispers of fate, always remember: Destiny is a two-player game. Embrace the anticipation and trust in the cosmic dance of love and life.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: 6 of Swords, 3 of Cups (in reverse), Queen of Pentacles (in reverse), Page of Wands, Knight of Swords

Ah, my captivating Pile 3's, let's embark on a tantalizing journey through the tapestry of your future spouse's family dynamics.

Picture a sailboat gently cutting through stormy seas, setting its compass toward tranquil waters. Your future beloved, it appears, has masterfully navigated their way out of family tempests. They've journeyed from choppy family ties to calmer connections, gracefully steering clear of conflicts to safeguard their peace.

However, beneath this serenity lies a whispered melancholy, like a solitary bird against a dusky sky. There's a quiet space between them and their kin, a distance that feels more emotional than physical. Perhaps the sound of clinking glasses and laughter during family feasts doesn't resonate with the same fervor. Yet, remember, this silence is their protective shield, a sanctuary carved from lessons of yesteryears.

Now, think of a warm hearth, radiating comfort. Curiously, this warmth seems elusive when it comes to their familial ties. It's not that they lack a nurturing spirit; it's just that they've found it challenging to channel it within the family's confines, perhaps holding back from the traditional roles of providing and caregiving.

But ah, there's a twist in our tale! Envision a vibrant flame, dancing with wild abandon. That's the spirit of your future spouse—unyielding, passionate, and bursting with curiosity. Their bond with their family might deviate from the norm, but it's fueled by a desire for a fresh, innovative approach. They're the wildflowers amidst roses, standing out with their unique, fiery essence.

Imagine a swift falcon, diving decisively to its prey. That's your beloved when faced with family matters—direct, unhesitant, and quick to address concerns. They don't let issues fester, choosing instead to face them head-on.

Drawing our thrilling escapade to its end, my enticing Pile 3's, we unveil a future partner who's gracefully danced with family challenges, displaying resilience, wisdom, and a fiery individuality. Their family song might not fit the traditional tunes, but it's undeniably rich in character and depth. Let's savor the symphony of these cards and relish in the anticipation of what's to come. After all, every note and rhythm sketches a piece of the fascinating enigma that is your future spouse.

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Emergency Request!

Hi! I've followed your blog for a while now and I always really love your writing style. I have been hesitant to submit an emergency request because it's hard for me to think of something like this as an emergency just because I have to deal with it so often, but I've read a lot of your other emergency requests and I was hoping that maybe it might help me too.. I'm a trans man (he/him pronouns) and a lot of things have just felt so much harder to deal with than normal lately and I feel like most people are only attracted to me because I "look" like a girl and they are always so disappointed/disgusted when they find out that I'm a trans man..

That being said, I really love Akaza's character and unfortunately he's canonically primarily attracted to women/feminine people, and I was curious if you could possibly write something for him where he's with a trans man reader and the reader is extremely insecure about his identity and he is always afraid Akaza doesn't actually like him because of the fact that he's trans but Akaza is there to help calm his anxieties surrounding the topic? I'm sorry this was so long-winded and I completely understand if it's not something you feel comfortable doing. Thank you regardless, and I love your work and your page as always!!

A/N: Dear Nonnie, I want you to know that you are valid and deserving of love and acceptance just as you are! It's natural to have moments of doubt, but remember that your identity doesn't define your worth. The right people will appreciate and cherish you for who you truly are. Keep being your authentic self, and you'll find those who see your inner beauty and strength. I did my best to create this blurb for you, but please understand if it's not entirely accurate - it was challenging for me to capture the reader's perspective

MASTERLIST

In a small, secluded village nestled deep within the forest, he lived in an old, wooden house. It was a place where the tranquility of nature cocooned the world, but for him, it was also a sanctuary from the doubts that clouded his heart.

One moonlit night, as the stars painted the sky with their delicate glow, Akaza appeared as he had been doing for weeks. His pink hair seemed to ignite in the pale moonlight as he stepped into the cozy home his partner had made for himself. Akaza's presence alone was both thrilling and terrifying for the young man, who had become hopelessly enamored with the demon.

As Akaza entered, he could already sense his partner's unease. He took a moment to let his eyes roam the rustic interior, admiring the room the man had created. But his focus soon returned to the one who had captured his attention. "Is something troubling you, darling?" Akaza asked softly, his voice like a soothing melody.

The man hesitated before finally finding the courage to speak. "I can't help but worry. I feel like you're only attracted to me because I… I look like a girl."

Akaza's expression remained calm, his eyes filled with understanding. He approached his partner and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "You underestimate yourself," the yellow eyed demon chuckled briefly.

"But I'm someone else, Akaza. I'm not like the women you usually spend time with. What if you finally realize that and decide you don't want to be with me anymore?" Tears started gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"I'm not drawn to appearances alone. I come here because of the person you are. Your strength, your resilience in the face of adversity I witnessed during our very first meeting — all of these qualities are what captivate me," the demon replied.

The young man's heart fluttered at Akaza's words, a glimmer of hope breaking through his insecurities.

Akaza smiled, his eyes reflecting the moon's soft light. "No two people are alike, darling. I cherish our time together because it's unique. Your identity doesn't change how I feel about you. You are worthy of love and acceptance just as you are."

"Are you sure, Akaza? Because I've been hurt before, and I'm afraid of getting hurt again…"

Akaza leaned in, brushing his lips against his boy's forehead, a tender gesture meant to reassure. "I promise, I'm here for you. I won't let anything come between us. I'll remind you every night of how much you mean to me. And just tell me who hurt you, and I'll make them pay."

As Akaza's words sank in, the young man felt a weight lifting from his shoulders. The anxieties that had plagued him for so long began to dissipate. In that moment, he understood that his connection with the demon was built on something deeper than appearances or gender.

"Demon's love is eternal and unyielding, my dear," Akaza quipped with a playful grin, "so good luck trying to shake me off."

Over time, Akaza continued to visit his partner, and their bond grew stronger.

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