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yenforfairytales · 1 year

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Sure sure, Daniel has a bratty, sassy, flirty ‘Jersey’ side—but folks seem to forget just how sweet, earnest, naive, and innocent he was in the KK trilogy. One of my favourite scenes is in the first film at the start, when Daniel sees a dog in his flat complex and moments later fetches water for it—without being asked! What an angel. Anyway, this sweet innocence is probably why Terry had him totally blindsided for a while in KK3, and did it with such ease. And because Silverusso has always had my heart, let’s not forget this clueless, adorable Danny is exactly the one that piqued Terry’s demented, decades long obsession. That sweet and spicy combination is just so winning—along with the looks. I don’t blame Terry for being totally overwhelmed by the boy, it was inevitable. Terry Silver is the very definition of whipped. Lol.

Yes! Completely agree. Daniel is a perfect mix of tough but sweet. Slutty but innocent. It's a maddening blend.

He stands out. Unforgettable to everyone he's ever met even 35yrs later.

Oh, anon, are you me? Daniel giving the dog some water is one of my all time favorite scenes too!!

It's so subtle. Miyagi saw that in him. When he gifted Daniel the bonsai embroidery and Daniel said he'd understand if Miyagi ever wanted it back. And Miyagi smiled, "I know you understand." HUUUUU 😭 brb crying

There's other sweet examples, but Daniel is so thoughtful!! The most thoughtful and considerate.

Sure, his temper can override that sometimes, but even though he has attitude, he remains observant and so empathetic that he feels guilty about everything and can't sleep unless he apologizes.

That's a sensitive soul who never wanted to fight anyone and ended up constantly under attack. But look how much everyone loves him and will do anything for him. HIS LOVE SAVES PEOPLE. His forgiveness. He's truly a light.

Not to get off track but, another favorite innocent moment of mine is in kk2 when they're getting on the airplane and Daniel goes, "Airsick? What's airsick?!" :U

Just super loud and confused. Lmao

Again speaks to his innocence at that time. Maybe more Jersey street smarts than book smarts but the poor baby went through like a lifetime of maturity in one year because of the events of all three movies.

A little heartbreaking that CK Daniel is so... world weary. He's quieter. He's more observant. Meaning, he's more calculated in every interaction. Ten times smarter than when he was a kid.

I definitely blame Terry for that. He broke Daniel's heart. And according to Jessica, it took him some time to recover. (Although we know it was not completely)

Luckily for everyone, Daniel is such an angel that he never lost his sweetness or his instinct to help others even if he is cautious. He's willing to forgive but he tried his damndest to become people and business savvy as to never get hurt again.

He's intelligent. He's refined. He's a leader.

The irony that the parts of Daniel that Terry liked best he helped destroy. That trust and innocence. The irony that Terry was denied the forgiving nature of Daniel he knows is there because of his own actions.

Terry remembered that sweet, naive boy and imagined being forgiven right away and was legit shocked at Daniel's anger. Not necessarily at the rejection, but at Daniel's angerrr.

Daniel's comment about Terry being in a padded cell really struck a nerve.

I will say this - both men would not have such hurt and anger after 35 YEARS if there was no love involved at all.

The reason Daniel could forgive everyone else was because he never loved them. They were never friends.

He loved Terry. He mourned someone who never existed. And Terry wouldn't care so much about being forgiven if he felt nothing either.

THIS IS GETTING TOO ANGSTY I'M SORRY

One day someone will have to do a gifset of all the times Terry and Daniel eye-fucked each other in CK. There were so many secret smiles y'all.

I think they missed each other as much as they're mad at each other.

Anyway

This sweet innocence is probably why Terry had him totally blindsided for a while in KK3, and did it with such ease. And because Silverusso has always had my heart, let’s not forget this clueless, adorable Danny is exactly the one that piqued Terry’s demented, decades long obsession.

Let's think for a moment the picture that Kreese painted to Terry about this "punk kid" and his sensei.

Some prissy troublemaker that unfairly beat up the Cobra Kai students and made a fool of Kreese.

Then Terry meets Daniel and he's tiny and sweet and can barely meet Terry's eyes.

They spent months together. Terry's not stupid, he quickly learned the truth. He just desperately wanted to make Kreese happy.

And then years later, we see that Terry doesn't believe Kreese about the past anymore. He scoffs and rolls his eyes!

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And if Terry was being honest with himself, he'd admit that he wanted to be a sensei(but couldn't because of his father's business) and loved having his own student. I and others think he was a little hurt when Daniel didn't want to be in Cobra Kai anymore and quit.

(Terry was like Bill in Kill Bill. "I... overreacted.")

That sweet and spicy combination is just so winning—along with the looks. I don’t blame Terry for being totally overwhelmed by the boy, it was inevitable.

Who wouldn't love having Daniel's full attention? Daniel was like... enamoured with everything about Terry. He did everything he said.

That's intoxicating.

Terry already thought of himself as godlike. Wealthy. Handsome. Powerful. Getting away with crimes and tricking this sweet young thing.

And then said sweet young thing looks up to you and hangs on your every word? AND he's actually a pretty good student, a fast learner?

BUT Daniel has enough attitude that he does give Terry a bit of a challenge. All the more sweeter for when Daniel eventually gives in. What fun!

Terry Silver is the very definition of whipped. Lol.

What is this?! Terry, explain!!!

Where were you going with this??

"That was beautiful!"

35 years later...

"You were powerful, free..."

Legit Terry would have done anything Daniel asked if he had been greeted with a warm reception in CK.

Lest you all forget! Terry was happy to see Daniel again. He was not happy to see Kreese.

Terry called Kreese his weakness because he was a weight around his neck and had to be removed. But Terry refused to get rid of Daniel, who all but jumped on Terry's back like a spider monkey and caused more trouble for Terry than Kreese ever did! Amazing!

I was going to say more about that and lost my train of thought.

Still waiting for the au where Daniel reigns in the righteous anger a bit and manipulates Terry to be on his side over Kreese's.

#RIDICULOUSLY LONG #WHY DO YOU GUYS LET ME GO ON THESE TANGENTS #ENABLERS #just kidding i loveh u #i had to stop myself #do you think Terry wrote sonnets about Daniel Larusso half as long #I'll fight all of you #lmao #cobra kai #daniel larusso #terry silver #silverusso #my asks #I'm...sorry

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ofgentleresolve-a · 2 years

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🔥 (oKAY BUT ALSO??? BLACK KNIGHT!HYURICK, I?? I'll elaborate on this through the ask you sent me 👀 but I SEE IT, I SEE IT FROM HYUK'S PART, TOO? I hope it's okay to send these in ;W; PLS TAKE MUCH CARE AND I HOPE YOU'RE RESTING LOTS!!!)

@jeoseungsaja *cries in ‘this is completely my fault, but i’m still gonna cry over them anyways*🥲🥲🥲

HELLO AGAIN I KNOW I SAID ID ANSWER THIS PRIVATELY BUT ALSO I NEED THE DASH TO KNOW ABOUT THIS ONE TOO 🥺🥺🥺 if main verse hyurick is wholesome, sweet with a lonnnnng ass slowburn, then hyurick in black knight verse is PAIN AND SUFFERING…..with a hint of hope 🥲

( also this is me @ hyurick in black knight verse....FOREVER CONCERNED EVEN IF THEY BOTH SAY THEY’RE DOING FINE...THEY REALLY AREN’T I DON’T CARE IF DETECTIVE SOURFACE MAKES A FACE AT ME 😭 )

I’m so glad we’re on the same page here bc now?? I get to tell u my thoughts on hyurick in this very painful au that somehow spawned from wholesomeness shsisidjdj

i think it’s very much like you’ve said: both hyuk and Patrick fragmented, shells of the ppl they used to be….whereas hyuk is even more belligerent, apathetic, and isolated from the world around him, Patrick is more anxious, jumpy, and even quieter….the last five years have NOT been kind to them…😭 and yet they’re both still hyper focused on their respective goals ( hyuk: finding out the truth behind his best friend’s death and Patrick: protecting hyuk by taking down ANACHRON ). And by being fixated on these goals, they justify the ( very self destructive ) lifestyles they lead.

something important to consider here is that when they do reunite, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll revert back to the ppl they were before Patrick’s ‘death’…..I can’t speak for hyuk ( although any emotions good or bad he might feel is COMPLETELY VALID….patrick did lie to him and he suffered for five years over that lie ), but I know Patrick, when he initially reunites with hyuk, will have to acclimate to being emotionally vulnerable with another person. like of course, hyuk can still read him like an open book but it’s one thing to be able to read the book…..it’s another thing to be GIVEN THE BOOK to read if that makes any sense….basically, at the beginning patrick will definitely be hiding ( or at least try to hide ) the depth of his feelings/how he’s been coping with, well everything bc that’s something he would be mortified for hyuk to find out 😭 along with that, Patrick also has to relearn every detail about his dear friend bc it’s not just hyuk who has to readjust what he knows about patrick...hyuk has also changed drastically in the last five years- good thing this is a topic patrick is very passionate about studying JFKSLFJKSL

but….BUT I do genuinely think their rekindled friendship ( and eventually something else too ) is something that will be GOOD for the both of them. for one thing, hyuk has something to lose again, but in patrick’s case, he feels like his sense of peace was taken in those last five years, so i think being around hyuk, someone he feels completely safe and at ease with, would in a way give him back some of that peace, if that makes any sense...? basically i think in being each other’s home, it wouldn’t necessarily fix each of them, but in wanting to be there for the other, i feel like their relationship would encourage each of them to begin to piece themselves back together....not necessarily into the ppl they were before, but more into people who are stabler and overall, happier...but YEAH I JUST...hyuk has always been a cornerstone in patrick’s life and especially in light of what patrick has gone through, he understandably would want to find home again. but not just ANY home, he wants the one that makes him feel safest and the comfiest aka hyuk and so in this sense, the only two ppl i could see patrick ending up with in this verse is either hyuk or felicity...but felicity’s dead, so hyuk sorry ur stuck him 4 life 🙃

BUT IN TERMS OF JUST?? THE TOUCH BARRIER?? if hyuk is more prone to breaking it, pls expect patrick, once he acclimates to being around hyuk and knows hyuk will be around for the long run, to be even MORE shameless about giving and wanting affection from hyuk via touch bc a. hyuk needs the reassurance that patrick is here in flesh and b. hyuk’s presence reassures and calms him, great for the paranoia really. ( also just patrick holding hyuk back and like, at first just being surprised that hyuk actually stopped...also pls catch patrick in this verse to be stopping hyuk from fighting via hugs WAY MORE OFTEN 🥲 ) BUT...just expect patrick to be brushing shoulders and knees with hyuk alot, wanting to hold hyuk’s hand a lot, and a TON of resting against hyuk’s shoulder bc he’s TIRED and REALLY WANTS TO REST ON A PILLOW CALLED HYUK’S SHOULDER IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR 😭😭😭

i too could go on for hours about these two in this painful verse ( i take full responsibility for sjdfklsdj ) THANKS SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS ALEX AND PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY 🥺🥺🥺

#jeoseungsaja #that would truly be wonderful ( answered. )#i having made you “a liar” would turn your lies into truths ( ft. patrick & hyuk || black knight verse )#ALEX!! THANK SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS??#but also like thank you so much for all our wonderful dynamics regardless of the verse and for your wonderful presence as well 🥺#i will make a request to anyone else who is reading to PLS WRITE WITH ALEX #SHE'S WONDERFUL AND YOU'RE MISSING OUT IF YOU AREN'T #also send attention to hyuk in this verse....i will be reading very enthusiastically....lmao also just the thought of any muse who knows #both patrick and hyuk in this verse would totally be stuck in an awkward situation of 'what am I SUPPOSED TO DO'#BUT ALEX!! pls also consider that #nell and alfred really making theories about patrick's love life...#and then they see hyurick and they're like 'ohhhh. got it. yeah the professor's taken' sjdkflsjdfl #and also just the fact these two are literally gonna be two peas in a pod....won't see hyuk anywhere anymore without patrick somewhere #around the corner jsdkfldsjfl #team checkmate just being shocked by how clingy patrick is to hyuk #considering how he previously avoided him like the plague sjdklfsjdkl #ANYWAYS BEFORE DUMBLR CUTS ME OFF #THANKS AGAIN ALEX AND PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY YOU WONDERFUL PERSON 🥺

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Park Jisung

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Being touched isn’t something that Jisung is particularly huge on, so he much prefers to be the one to initiate affection so he can decide on what he likes. He’ll usually tend to hug you from behind as he’s tall and can rest against you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You were reluctantly dragged to a football game by one of your friends, and just so happened to be sat beside Jisung. You were instantly drawn to how passionate and invested he was in the game, however, when he cheered one goal and sent his drink flying into your lap, he never imagined the first words he’d say to you were sorry.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Somehow, you reluctantly agreed to accompany him to the last game of the season for the team and endure yet another football game. You didn’t realise it, but to Jisung, it meant a huge deal that you went because you knew how much he watched to watch games. It was enough for him to realise that perhaps you were the one for him, recognising that you did things for him that even his closest friends wouldn’t do.

D ⇴ DATES

Whenever the two of you enjoy a date, it’s a necessity that you either go out for food or order food in, Jisung is forbidden from ever cooking dinner for your dates as it always ends badly. Neither of you are people who enjoy sitting around at the dorm on your dates, but whilst you don’t necessarily enjoy sitting down to watch a sports match, you’re always more than happy to make sure that you beat him at a game of air hockey at the arcade or win the biggest toy at one of the stalls at the local carnival that’s in town.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Jisung has zero experience when it comes to dating, so he’ll rely on his hyungs a lot to give him a few pointers and learn from any experiences they’ve had. Whilst most of the members are yet to date too, being the maknae, some of the sunbaes are more than happy to help him out too, particularly Baekhyun who takes him under his wing. They don’t want Jisung to mess up either, even if they do like to mess with him from time to time and try and sabotage any dates that he might have prepared for you.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Whatever Jisung puts his mind to, he does, and sometimes that includes arguing with you. It certainly takes a while for him to stand down in an argument, particularly if he truly believes that he’s done nothing wrong. He doesn’t enjoy arguing with you at all, but when he strongly believes in the point that he’s trying to prove, then it’ll take a while for him to even try and listen your point of view. Eventually, you’re usually the one that makes the breakthrough and decides that things aren’t worth it anymore, and even though Jisung might carry things on for a little while longer, he eventually gives up on it too.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You were introduced to his big brother before anyone else as Jisung wanted to get his approval first. Seeing the two of them together instantly brought a smile to your face, and it didn’t take long before their duo became a trio, and his brother began to treat you as if you really were one of the Park family too.

H ⇴ HOME

Jisung had no plans to move out of the dorm, he enjoyed having so many elder brothers to look after him. However, he knew that a bunk bed was no good for you, so as your relationship became more serious, he tried to fight a little harder to get a single room that could give the two of you a bit more privacy too.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ when with the help of Mark, you arranged for you to surprise him at one of his shows on the tour. All of them had been telling you how much Jisung had been missing you, and so you decided the only way to try and make him feel better was to go and surprise him and completely overwhelm his heart.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

As the youngest, the other members definitely liked to tease him from time to time and try and push the boundaries. For the most part, Jisung knew that it was just banter between him and his friends, but there were also a few times when he’d find himself getting jealous too. He’ll try and not let them see that any of their comments are getting to him, but you’ll always be able to tell when he starts getting a little quieter and his laughter becomes a little more forced that he’s not enjoying their teasing anymore.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having children was a subject that was pretty off limits for the two of you at your age, neither of you ever really wanted to look too far into the future at the best of times when you were still so young and had so many years ahead of you. If anyone would even try and ask you about children then you’d usually be pretty quick in shutting them down, not wanting to think about your future family for a little while just yet.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

You’d often find yourself laughing at Jisung because he was forever bumping into things. You’d never met someone quite as clumsy as him, you failed to understand how one person could break so many things and hurt themselves so often, but somehow Jisung found a way. As much as it would hurt when he was forever bashing his hip against the side of a table or stubbing his toe on a door, hearing your little giggles in response to his mishap would still bring a smile to his face, even if he knew your laughter was at his expense, just knowing that you were laughing was always a huge, and a happy deal for him.

M ⇴ MISSING

Whenever he was missing you, every member rallied around him without fail. He’d try and be strong and convince them all that they had nothing to worry about, but despite how often they teased Jisung, he was still the youngest, and so they had a duty to care for him, especially when you weren’t around. However, it wouldn’t stop them teasing him still, one of them would often try and get in his bed as the little spoon or play with his hair whilst they were flying to try and make it seem like you were still there with him. But no matter how hard any of them tried, Jisung knew all too well that it never compared to having you there too.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Jisung had a tendency just to call you, ‘love.’ It was the first every nickname that he used for you, and so it always held a bit more of a significant meaning for the two of you than any other nickname that he decided to use.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your hands, he loved how they felt in amongst his big hands and how easily it was for him to wrap his hands tightly around your smaller ones.

P ⇴ PDA

Jisung’s love for your hands translated into his affection whenever the two of you were in public. Despite not being huge on affection, he wanted to keep you safe in the chaos, and so he’d always hold onto your hand because it was his favourite thing about you, and also enough that still made him feel comfortable when out and about.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

His determination meant that he often tried to run before he could walk, which didn’t always end well. Whenever Jisung had to ask you for help with something he hated it, he’d be reluctant, and pouty, but you’d always offer your services anyway.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Jisung loves his hat collection but will quite often notice that one or two are missing, and that’s usually down to you. As you often remind him, his hats are the perfect solution for when you’ve had a bad hair day or when you know that there’s fans lingering outside of the dorm. He usually doesn’t tend to mind if you take one, but if you take any of his favourites, then trouble will most definitely be coming your way.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimacy is usually the time when Jisung is most open to your touch, there are still a few times when he finds it all overwhelming, but for the most part, he’s happy to feel your hands explore his body and not allow himself to close off too much. As well as this, you’ll feel his hands explore your body a lot more during intimacy then you do during any other occasion, although you try not to react, you usually can’t help but smile.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Jisung doesn’t tend to text you too much, he’s quite forgetful at the best of times and will often completely forget to reply to your texts too. He’s always quick to apologise, but it’s a habit of his that you very quickly get used to.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

In amongst the chaos that came with his crazy life, you were the one constant that Jisung adored. He never imagined that he’d find love at such a young age, but the time was right, and he had to accept that as he could.

V ⇴ VACATION

When he had time off, Jisung usually preferred to spend it doing nothing at the dorm and enjoying your company. He travelled enough when he was on the road that just being able to enjoy his own home for a while was what he preferred and knowing that you were there too was the icing on top of the cake.

W ⇴ WHINING

If he wants his own way, Jisung will be sure to let you know about it. If he has his heart set on something from you, he’s relentless until he gets it.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Jisung uses his height to often kiss the top of your head, as he much prefers kisses to cuddles. The easiness and speed of kisses are his favourite things, whilst he might not always like to be touched, he doesn’t mind receiving a peck on the cheek or the lips from you from time to time. He loves to use his height to his advantage whenever he’s kissing you, and crane around your smaller frame to get access to where he wants.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were a comfort to Jisung, his life was hectic, but you were always there to bring him back down.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Jisung tended to sleep in the living room as a result of the bunk beds, which would often mean the two of you were curled up on the sofa. It wasn’t ideal for either of you, but if it meant you got to spend the night with him, you’d take it.

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embrassemoi · 3 years

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 17

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors A/N: slight head-hopping

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Chapter 17: The Stalking Map

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January 31st, 1976 | 11:30 pm

“Move your arse over!” Lily whispered. Moments after the lights went out, she crawled out of bed, her silky nightgown dragged across the floor as she walked over to Y/N. In one hand, she held a pillow, the other, Toulouse.

Y/N giggled, scooting over. “Can't get enough of me?”

“Hush! You know what I mean,” she blushed. Lily slipped in, the bed dipped as she wiggled around, making herself comfortable. But the small size didn’t help as they were slightly cramped together, leaving little space for either girl to move. Y/N made a note to herself to charm her bed so it’d be larger.

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February 2nd, 1976 | 12:23 am

“You really shouldn’t cram studying like this.”

A candle burned brightly inside their closed curtain drapes as Y/N continued to stress over an upcoming test.

“You’re smart — but you’re lucky if you manage a troll.”

“Be anymore encouraging, will you?” Y/N muttered out sarcastically.

Lily rolled her eyes, getting up from her pretzel seated position as her hand reached out, disappearing beyond the curtain drapes. Leaning over and supporting herself by gripping the bed frame, she grabbed a coffee pot and two teacups, pouring a steaming amount into each. She handed her one, Lily’s eyes squinted, her tongue poking out in thought before beginning. “So, five birds will be ejected from the wand with a blue light…”

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February 4th, 1976 | 1:12 am

They stared at each other for a moment before Lily’s mouth twitched upwards. The silence only lasted for a few beats before they both erupted into roaring laughter so strong that they had to lean into each other to prevent themselves from rolling off the bed.

“No. You. Didn’t!” Y/N exclaimed.

“What was I supposed to do? Not punch him?!” “Precisely!”

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February 5th, 1976 | 10:59 pm

Lily danced, jumping around on her bed. Her bright hair bounced around wildly whilst Y/N held her wand, pretending it was a microphone. One earbud was in Lily’s ear, the other in hers.

‘Yes, I’ve been brokenhearted!’ They mouthed to each other, despite there being a silencing spell around Lily’s bed.

‘Blue since the day we parted,

Why? Why? Did I ever let you go?

Mamma Mia now I really know!’

Y/N took her hands, pretending to play chords as if she were in front of an actual piano, mimicking the erratic backtrack. Lily shook with laughter before she slowly sank onto the bed as her hair sprawled out.

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February 9th, 1976 | 12:17 am

“Ginger —”

“I consider that harassment and bullying. Do you know how many detentions I can give you?”

“Haha — ginger.”

“Ten points from Gryff —” “No —” “TWENTY POINTS FROM —” “I’M SORRY!”

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February 11th, 1976 | 1:37 am

“What do you wanna know?” She whispered.

Speckles of starlight slipping through the cracks of their drapes. Lily, for whatever reason, seemed restless. It always seemed like whenever it was extremely early in the morning, there was a change in Lily’s demeanour.

Lily averted her gaze, biting her bottom lip, “Tell me a secret.”

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February 12th, 1976

After almost two weeks of their almost nightly rendezvous, they’d gotten closer than they have in the past six months and it seemed like Lily knew her better than she did at times.

Lily was practically bouncing off the walls. Every day, she seemed to become more radiant, happier, bubblier and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what caused such a spike in her mood.

The redhead wove their way out of the bustling crowd, her arm linked with Y/N’s. She’d caught a few times, Lily looking at her every now and then before she seemed to stare for a little longer than what was considered polite. She’d forced a cough, fiddling with a strand of hair with her free hand; looking everywhere — or at anything, but her.

Sometimes Y/N felt and sounded like a broken record.

Repeating her thoughts over and over again, analyzing herself and the people around her; overthinking causing loads of unanswered questions… It was a problem that she didn’t know how to switch off.

Sometimes, it’d become too overwhelming, even to the point of tears in frustration and the constant overthinking. It would start with a flicker of interest, morphing into a spiral of questions, then irritation before spreading through her veins like a wildfire, spiking with anxiousness or fury. But recently, her over-thinking wasn’t necessarily overwhelming or maddening, this time it was purely curious. It was as if she blinked an eye; suddenly Lily would be acting fine — normal to becoming strange and skittish within mere seconds.

Perhaps it was stress?

February began and the workload for the OWLs was beginning to wear down on everyone. To be dramatic, every day became a blur, all merging into one blob: wake up, head down to the hall, class, lunch, class, study — then become too overwhelmed from studying and have the urge to cry or yell, dinner, study more, then sleep. With hardly any time to retain the information and the OWLs set to start late May, Y/N’s main goal was to memorize every bit of information rather than learn what it meant; that was for another time.

Whenever the fifth or seventh years weren’t in class, they were studying in the library, the hallways, even at dinner or lunch. It was so busy that the Marauders made it a point to swing by — even Mary and Marlene were becoming frequent visitors too. Mostly, they studied, but other times it ended with Lily constantly threatening James with detention (which he already received one and lost around forty house points after starting a small fire — which nobody knew how it even happened), Peter brought baked goods but ended up spilling a cup of tea over his notes and robes; Sirius and Marlene often mucked around while Y/N and Remus begun migrating to the common room after Pince threatened to throw them all out (and honestly, they were tired with everyone else’s shit).

And it had been taking a toll on Lily. She’d lost sleep and was slightly more agitated when it came to those around her and overall seemed to become quieter than usual.

Yeah, it was probably stress, but it didn’t answer her happy mood. Whatever it was, it looked good on her.

That day, they decided to eat lunch away from the Great Hall. They sat on a nearby window ledge, watching students idly as they passed back and forth, all having their own little lives. Y/N’s back was pressed against the window, her knees bunched together as Lily guessed the lives of people around them.

Young students, old students, some smiling, some frowning. Usually, Hogwarts was almost too overbearing. The swarm of bodies clung together like magnets, hard to separate, hard to pull yourself away from because soon enough, you’ll be roped into another set of magnets. While Hogwarts had been smaller in size and population compared to Ilvermorny, you could never catch a break here.

But, in times like these, they were able to come down from the high. It was fascinating and oddly calm; the noise, the chatter, it all became background noise.

And like a magician, Remus popped out, walking towards them. Lily waved Remus down, inviting him to sit with them. Although, Peter wasn’t that far behind as he came bouncing up behind. A few people waved to him, he’d even stopped a few times to catch up with a few students that passed.

Remus took the free seat next to Y/N, Peter next to Lily.

“Bloody cold here,” Peter said, rubbing his shoulder up and down, handing each girl a muffin before Remus, but he declined, waving around a small bag of blackberries.

Lily and Peter quickly fell into a conversation while she and Remus turned to talk. His leg brushed against hers before ripping away quickly. Even with just the slightest touch, Remus was a furnace. Y/N quickly looked up to him, their eyes meeting shortly. Her eyebrow curled up at him, wondering why he was so warm; had he been sick? He didn’t look bad…

She hadn’t been spending that much time with him as of late, aside from the study groups. But he smiles broadly. There was a weariness on his face that seemed to have chased away immediately. “Noon.”

“Noon! How have you been?”

His smile turns even brighter, so much as he could rival the stars. There’s a certain playfulness in his eyes, devilishly and sly. He looks too eerily like James, but it only tells her that he’d come up with another prank recently.

“Great,” there is amusement in his voice, so smug, so confident. “Came up with a new prank idea.”

Bloody knew it, as he’d would say.

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, let’s just say that there’s going to be a lot of dungbombs, Polyjuice potions and probably explosions.”

“Explosions?!”

“You’ll see.” Again, sounding so confident and smug. It put a smile on her face. “So what about you?”

Her mind racks around for a while; nothing much has happened recently; she’s stumped.

He considers her for a moment with a soft gaze, completely understanding. “We’re planning to mix in Polyjuice potion with pumpkin juice on Valentine's day at dinner. When the person drinks it; they should turn into who they fancy.”

“So where do the explosions come in?”

Remus gives a deep chuckle, “Now I can’t give away all my secrets, can I?”

But before she could make a witty retort, perhaps even convincing him to spill his deets, Peter calls out to Remus, pointing discreetly to a girl looking at them directly from the other side of the corridor. They all recognized her from the study group, a fourth year that comes on Wednesdays. She waved over to them — well, actually just at Remus as her other hand grasped an item behind her back.

He waves over, hesitantly getting up, “I’ll be back.

This wasn’t unusual — since he ran most of the fifth year groups, Remus constantly had younger students approach him in the halls. Although, they were all starstruck; after all, he was tall, a bit scary and a part of the oh so intimidating Marauders.

Their eyes were glued to his back as they watched the interaction play out. The girl tipped back and forth on her feet, swaying as she shyly looked up to him. She went on to a small monologue before pulling out a heart-shaped box of chocolates and holding it in front of herself.

Lily sucked in a sharp breath, a hand flying to her mouth to prevent giggling to seep out and the young girl overhearing, but it was out of entertainment rather than any malicious intent. Remus, however, did not look too phased, however, gave a pitiful smile, thanking the girl for her confession but letting her down softly. Within a second, the girl’s face contorted, her eyes swelling up with thick tears as she threw the chocolate box at Remu’s chest — but missed, scattering to the ground, as she bolted down the corridor.

“Blimey,” Peter breathed out, “That’s the third one this week. He’s going to beat Sirius for Valentine’s day confessions at this rate.”

“Well this is awkward,” Remus said, coming back to the group. He had picked up the box, an uncomfortable grimace on his face as he turned it around. Y/N looked up at him; he was flustered, unsure what to do. So, she patted his shoulder, gaining his attention and slid the box out of his hands and cracked it open; they were all sorts of different chocolate, milk, white, dark, truffles, shavings, even some had coconut while others were biscuits covered in it. It was intended for Valentine's day judging by the intricate and soft velvety packaging but she assumed that poor girl simply couldn’t refrain.

Yeah, she definitely should’ve waited — or not have said anything, but at least she had nerve. It felt like Y/N lacked the so-called Gryffindor trait often, so if anything, she applauded that fourth year.

The group looked at her oddly as Y/N shrugged, plopping a piece into her mouth. “What? Expensive chocolate is still expensive chocolate.”

She took the box, stretching her hand out, offering it to the group.

“Nu-uh,” Lily blurted, her wands waved out in front of her, “There’s no way I’m eating that.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you feel bad?! And that must be bad mojo! You broke her heart; why did you take the box?”

“Surely you saw her throw it at me! You didn’t expect me to throw it back at her?”

Lily stopped her scold, suppressing another fit of giggles before letting out a very loud snort. Y/N and Peter howled together at careless, ‘improper’ lady laughs that Lily usually didn’t make. Y/N liked the change, she seemed freer.

“Well, do you fancy anyone then?” Lily retorted as she composed herself.

Remus snorted too, scooted over to Y/N as she offered him the box. He nodded, grabbing a small bite-sized chocolate piece. He rubbed at his collarbone in a sheepish manner, cracking it which made Y/N and Peter's face scrunch up. “What do you think?”

“You should go and date around. Honestly, you have all these women at your feet and you’ve never gone on one.” Peter added.

“Yes, yes!” Lily urged, “Listen to him!”

“You guys care more about this than I do.”

If James and Sirius were the most popular students, James being goofy while Sirius was a playboy, and Peter had the most friends, Remus was definitely the most well-liked Marauder and the one with the coolest reputation; something that James was certainly jealous of. But the fact that he seemed oblivious to it, Y/N found hilarious and humbling, very unlike his friends.

His head shook. “Well then, what about you two. Do you fancy anyone?”

They both went red immediately. Peter bit the inside of his cheek before Y/N shoved the tray of chocolates his way; he grabbed a handful, eating them in complete silence. Lily, well, she went completely still, almost as if Remus had shot a spell at her. She coughed, looking away uncomfortably as a nervous chuckle embedded its way out.

Y/N’s eyes widened and she and Remus immediately whipped their heads to look at each other. Their mouths gaped, closing and opening like goldfish. Both of their minds reeled, thinking about the same thing. Remus snapped his head back to Lily, his finger pointing at her. “Godric! You do!”

“I-I do not! I don’t fancy anyone!”

“Spill! What’s he like?” Remus asked. They kept probing her for questions, in hope of an answer but she wouldn’t budge.

“Is it Potter?!” Peter asked, his happy mood dimming but he forced a chipperly grin.

Remus was choking on air itself, “You’re taking the piss!”

They all looked at her in burning anticipation. If it was true, James was going to have a field day. Lily’s eyes widened, reaching over to grab the lid of the chocolate box and wacked Peter with it.

They were a mess of giggles, particularly Remus and Y/N who watched Lily berate Peter for the sheer mention of James. They basked in the safe feeling of the sunlight on their skin, the warmth spreading through them and rivalled the bitter chill.

As more laughter erupted, memories created, chocolate eaten, the bell eventually rang. Lily parted off with Marlene and Peter, both in the small class, as Y/N joined Remus.

“You think it’s Potter? Can’t be, can it?”

“I think he’d cry if it was.”

“Truly, he’d go mental.”

“Or maybe Lily’s gone mad.”

Remus shrugged, a smirk tugged at his lips, “Perfect match then.”

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Y/N slumped over her textbooks, watching as Bowie the Bowtruckle climbed into her hand. She hardly paid attention to what Kettleburn droned about.

“Alright! My pupils, listen up; next week, we’re starting a group project for the OWLs. But, I will be the one assigning the partners — oh don’t give me those faces! I have picked your partner based on grades and strengths. Ultimately you will both work together on hatching a Puffskein and care for it. It will be ongoing alongside the rest of your OWL studies and other projects I will assign.

“You will be graded on the overall health and happiness of your Puffskeins. We have gone over their care for a while and I think we’re ready to start. Remember to refer back to your books and do not hesitate to ask me. I have all your equipment ready to go next week.”

Kettleburn coughed, unfurling a piece of parchment with what the class assumed was a list of names.

“To start, Dorcas Meadowes and Lucinda Talkalot —”

Great.

Kettleburn continued to list name after name. Y/N brought a finger to Bowie, letting him touch her gently.

“ — Crabble and Evan Rosier.

“Amita Patil and Edmud Brown.

“Sirius Black and Y/N L/N.

“Susan Chang and Agnes —”

Wait.

Her eyes widened, sharply turning to Sirius who already stared back. Both of their mouths were agape. She hadn’t heard wrong.

“Now, don't ask me to change partners. I will do no such thing. We'll talk more about this next week. Class is dismissed — don’t forget about your paper due on Tuesday!”

Y/N watched as the class got up from their seats, her shoulders slumped dejectedly. Quickly, she stood, walking to the door and pushed the assignment quickly out of her head. But once reaching the door, a Slytherin knocked into her. His hands were pushed out, causing her books and notes to sprawl over the floor as he scoffed down.

“Sorry,” she groans out, “I didn’t mean —”

“Watch where you’re going, stupid Muggle.” With a sharp turn, Crabble walked away with a nasty smile.

Sirius had seen the entire ordeal go down, finding himself stuck at a crossroad; it took all the effort in the world to prevent himself from walking straight up to the boy, hexing him beyond belief, but casting a glance at her, struggling to process what just happened caused him to reassess his thoughts. Instead, he took a deep inhale, noting to himself to take care of that later, and strode towards her, dropping down as he picked up her books, shoving them neatly into her bag while collecting any loose sheet of parchment.

“You okay?” He asked with a voice so gentle it could have been mistaken for a whisper. He turned his head upwards to look at her.

Her eyes were foggy, a faraway look in them, completely in shock.

Sirius wasn’t sure what compelled him to, but his hand reached over, picking up her hand delicately in reassurance. His thumb stroked over her soft skin and helped to pull her to her feet.

The touch broke Y/N out of her daze; the physical contact caused both students to have a fuzzy, odd feeling settling at the pit of their stomachs.

His touch was so soft, so gentle despite his eyes brimming with rage that almost seemed feral.

But, she hardly noticed it as she nodded weakly, jaw clenched. Her mind reeled, attempting to process her emotions — completely baffled and shocked. It was so sudden she felt like she hadn’t had time to digest the situation. Muggle… the Slytherin used it in such a derogatory manner. A word meant to simply describe her sounded bitter — disgusting and low.

Sirius pulled back quickly, the hand flying straight up to his hair. A thought passed through his head, he wanted to reach out again, but he squashed it for more important manners.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

“Why are you helping me?” She blurted out before she could stop herself. It was the only coherent thought she had at the moment. Sirius out of all people should be laughing at her, shouldn’t he? Being a Pureblood and all…

The comment and the way her eyes judged him quickly told him all he needed to know. A panged sigh went through him.

“Look,” Sirius grew stiff, “I —” he paused, “I may not particularly like you, but I don’t like blood purist arseholes who push women more.”

With another once over, Sirius checked for any scratches or injuries before calming down. “I can take you to the Hospital Wing. It was a nasty fall.”

She shook her head again. The last thing she wanted was for them to get along only out of pity. Sirius understood, handing over her bag and walked away. She watched as his hand clutched the straps of his bag; his grip was so tight that his knuckles were white. His other hand, the one that he touched her with, flexed several times before curling into a fist.

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Currently, she sat by the window ledge in the common room, writing a letter to her mother. Although, her mother hadn't responded to her letters since December. In fact, her mother had only responded to two of her letters throughout her stay; about six months. It made Y/N bitterly press her lips into a thin line. For once, it’d feel nice for her own mother to prioritize her, to make her feel more important than her work.

Blood-red silk curtains nearly swallowed her whole, letting in the little light from the stars outside. The fireplace and chandelier were lit and she could scarcely make out the familiar figure of messy hair, two tufts sticking out like always, swinging an arm over her shoulders. He whined, “Oi! Evans has been stealing you! I feel like I’ve hardly talked to you the past week!”

“Jealous much?”

“Of course,” he said sarcastically, “Anyway, I, the James Potter, your best friend —" "Right." "— am inviting you on a prank. In or out?”

“In,” she said without hesitation. After the Muggle situation, she would do anything to get it out of her head, even for just a few hours. She immediately got up from her seat, walking out the portrait hole. James threw his invisibility cloak over them.

“What are we doing? Is it Remus’ prank we’re doing now?”

James turned to her, his eyebrows deep in confusion. “He told you about that? He hardly tells us before the day of the execution. Anyway, anything you want.”

“Anything I want? What about your boy band?”

He looked over to her in confusion, sliding out a small bag filled with both of their favourite snacks, tossing it to her. “Not coming, just us. Although Remus is on patrol tonight and his mini-gift to you — or er — us, he’s making sure that the Gryffindor and Slytherin floors are cleared from teachers. Should go off without a hitch. So, I’ll ask you again, what do you have in mind?”

“Pranking the Slytherins,” she said without a pause which caused James to grin.

“Atta girl! Learning from the best!”

The prank itself was small in comparison to the prank she helped with on Halloween. Y/N decided on having the prank in the Great Hall for everyone to see. James produced about a dozen dungbombs from his bag, setting it under the Slytherin table and placing a timer on it, ready to be set off in the morning.

But she insisted on the one Slytherin from earlier. Crabble, was it? She asked James to help her give him a little bit more misery than the others. They placed a dozen hexes and jinxes on his usual seat: hair lost jinx, jelly legs, horn tongue hex, Engorgio, twitchy ears, bedazzling hex —

Right now was not the time for Y/N to forgive and forget — revenge was beautiful, fulfilling; she couldn’t wait.

But, their only downfall was that they weren’t on the floors Remus had cleared out for them. So when Mrs. Norris came up to them, only to dash out of the hall, it caused the two pranksters to finalize their escapade before James grabbed her hand and fled the scene.

They ran throughout the empty corridors as the clicking of their shoes echoed throughout the corridor. They were both laughing, smiling brightly. They ran past the Bloody Baron and Nearly Headless Nick, woke up most of the portraits before they heard the vague sound of Filch’s screaming.

“COME BACK HERE!”

“YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO CATCH US!” Y/N shouted, which had James snickering.

He whipped his head around and placed two hands around his mouth to make his statement louder, “YOU MUST BE LOOKING FOR A GALLEON, EH?! RENT BOY!”

After an abundance of sharp twists and turns, passing by countless hallways and secret tunnels, James seized a blank piece of parchment from his back pocket. He muttered a few words, opening it and ran down another set of corridors, through a tunnel and outside of the castle.

“What are you doing?!”

“Just trust me!”

There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation: Y/N had grown to trust James a long time ago.

They ducked under an overhead from the castle, far away from Filch. Their ragged breaths filled the air before Y/N snatched the parchment from James’ grasp. “What is this?”

A panicked look flashes through James before he reaches over, trying to pry it from her grasp.

“Nu-uh!” She waved in front of her.

He sighed, realizing that he wasn’t going to get it back and that lying was the worst possible option. “You can’t tell anyone — my chaps will have my head if you do —”

“Who do you think I am?! Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course,” he rolled his eyes at her guilt tripping, “It’s a map we all created — er — Moony was the one to create it. He came up with it and did most of the work. Anyway, it tells us where everything and everyone is at every minute of the day.”

On the front, it read in maroon colours of the boy’s code names, Moony at the very front.

Moony — Remus… always a surprise.

James opened it, flicking it open as he pointed to a pair of animated footprints sprinted around the page hurriedly; Filch's name appearing overhead. His name travelled across the paper at a fast pace, running and zigzagging down the halls in the opposite direction. And by the looks of it, Peeves was following him. Above, they could see Remus’ name close to where they used to be, his name moving quickly in what both assumed was him trying to look for them. He must’ve heard the screaming.

It truly was amazing their little map. She marvelled at the classrooms, every hallway, every inch of ground that covered the surrounding area. Passageways, hallways, doors and abandoned classrooms were all there. Although, a few areas were missing. She noticed how the little nook underneath the tapestry nor a large plot of land close to the left-wing of the castle had yet to be mapped out.

“I proudly present the Marauder’s map.” James boasts.

Her face scrunched up, “You mean the stalking map — perv.”

James faked an offended expression, a hand came to clutch his heart. “I was raised to be a gentleman!”

“Sure thing.”

He was about to make another joke before his face slowly fell upon realization, “Wait, really? Is that why Lily doesn’t like me?” He tugged down on his hair in distress, his eyes looking as if they were to pop out any second. “Do women think I’m perving around?!”

Y/N chortled, prying the map from his hands and slipped back into the castle while having a panicked James follow, completely freaking out in the background, spurting out concern after concern.

She followed the map, walking over to Remus who stood underneath a large painting. He escorted them back to the common room to prevent them from getting any possible detentions and not needing the invisibility cloak. But James continued to babble on about his (alleged and false) creepy behaviour, his emotions spiking while Remus watched the two.

“Okay,” he sighed, observing James have a meltdown as he clung to Y/N’s arm, spewing apologies if he had ever crossed a line. “What did you do? You broke him.”

"Nothing.”

He didn’t question it but his nostrils flared as he attempted to press his lips in a thin line, his face going as red as Lily’s hair.

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Smut Alphabet: Masamune (A-Z)

Contents: Various aspects of sexuality and suitor’s sexual preferences. Certain kinks may be mentioned, but they are not described in much detail.

A: Afterglow

How are they after the moment? Do the fall asleep fast? Prefer to cuddle? Just roll onto their side and want to be left alone?

Given how hectic Masamune’s life is, it comes as little surprise that oftentimes, he is plainly tired afterwards, all his wishes being reduced to cuddling up with his lover and falling asleep, even if just for a short nap. Just in general, however, it is a bit of a vulnerable moment for him, all his scars being clearly visible, his face still being flushed. If it is possible, he will stay up until his lover falls asleep... He may also be a little grumpy if he cannot get at least a single hug afterwards.

B: Boundaries

Do they have any hard “no”s, things they would never do? Any hard boundaries? What are those?

He is rather open to experiments, but he still has his public persona to uphold. As such, anything that could possibly spoil his or his lover’s image is off limits (for example, public humiliation). Other than that, it may happen sometimes that he’d rather keep his eyepatch on, it’s something that may come up every now and again.

C: Curious

Is there something they’d like to try out? Does something fascinate them?

Well, it isn’t necessarily obtainable in the past, but if there was ever a chance to get in possession of those, he’d be curious to try modern sex toys. His lover did tell him a bunch about the different types of those, what they can be used for, and it seems to have inhabited the back of his head ever since.

D: Daring

How much are they willing to tease their partner in public? Perhaps it does not end only on teasing?

Flirting, stray touches, kisses that are perhaps just a little bit too much to handle - all in all, if chances of them being noticed are rather slim, Masamune is willing to go all on. However, he enjoys the flustered face of his lover quite a lot and as such, will most likely draw it out. Is it him torturing his partner, or him torturing himself? Ah, both, indeed, both.

E: Emotion

What is their approach to having sex? Is it a deeply emotional experience for them, something casual, or perhaps - it depends?

At first he was very casual about it, the entire act being just means of calming down and relaxing. He never got too emotionally invested into it, the partners he had never staying for too long just regardless. He doesn’t regret having this approach, but his views did change after he fell for his lover. Gradually, he begun to invest more feelings into it, so ultimately - it depends! Sometimes it’s just a fun activity, sometimes means to bond with each other, sometimes both!

F: First Time

What was their first time like?

He remembers it as being a little embarrassing. For one thing, he didn’t really have anybody to talk about most sex-related topics before, so well, he did have to go into it while knowing only so much. However, his partner was more experienced than him, so he just let her take the lead and teach him.

It also ties with the story of how his low tolerance to alcohol was discovered. They did want to have a go at it earlier, but his partner suggested getting a drink first, as to relax a little. Well, she certainly did not expect for Masamune to just fall asleep right there and then. He could hardly live it down and it still makes for semi-valuable blackmail material.

G: Guilty Pleasure

Is there something they enjoy, although they aren’t particularly proud of it?

It may not be the act itself, but the feeling accompanying it. It sometimes happens that, after he risked a bit too much and got injured as a result, his lover takes the lead and gets just a little rough. He is generally more so dominant towards them being dominant, but there is just something about it when they tie his wrists up and pin him down...

H: Hands

How is their touch? Do they lean more towards being rather rough, or perhaps gentle?

Endless hours of wielding a sword have left his hands rather rough. Nevertheless, if he just wishes so, his touch can be gentle and soothing - and it is so, whenever he wants to spoil his partner rotten and feels well enough. Some days are more emotionally draining, however, or much rather - anxiety inducing. He generally turns rougher then.

I: Imagination

Is there something they fantasise about? Would they want to turn it into the reality?

Masamune doesn’t generally let his mind wander, always opting to focus on the present... However, there are certain moments during the day when he lets himself be more lax - when falling asleep, soon after waking up... He may be thinking of what happened in his dream, but his real weakness is his lover doing anything in particularly suggestive manner. He also sometimes thinks of them playing out different roles. Some of those he’ll most probably bring up at one point.

J: Jest

How likely they are to joke about and during sex?

Joke about sex? More so general jokes are guaranteed to occur. Anything too specific to his relationship is unlikely to surface - unless it is an innuendo only his lover will understand. As for joking during sex... It is a fun activity! If anything goes mildly wrong or embarrassing, he is sure to laugh it off. (Well, unless it’s him who is the embarrassed one. He may need some help then).

K: Knowledge

Are they experienced? Is there something they didn’t or still don’t know?

Practise-wise he is very experienced - he was not only willing to try out different things, but had his fair share of partners. However, biology-wise... He may be lacking in that subject quite a bit, at least with the daily side of things. As in, he did know of period and that they appear roughly once a month, but since he never really shared his life with anybody, he wasn’t too aware of food cravings that happen before them, or of how severe the cramps can be.

L: Loud

Are they loud? Do they prefer to stay silent? What sounds to they make?

He generally tried to stay on the quieter side, and he still does, but well... It is not hard for his lover to fluster him and turn his grunts into moans, quite the opposite.

M: Misfortune

What is the most unfortunate thing that ever happened to them while having sex? How accident-prone are they?

Given his observant nature and the fact that he’s generally vigilant, Masamune is a sort of accident repellent. However, even he lets his guard down sometimes... Apparently, a moment of distraction is all it takes for a ruined orgasm and his lover slipping, falling forward, and accidentally elbowing him on the blind side of his face. He did have a bruise afterwards.

N: Nudity

How do they feel about their body? Are they insecure about something? Are they confident?

On most days, he’s rather confident in his looks. He is aware that his scars are part of the charm too, and that some view those as attractive - so quite honestly, the sprinkle of insecurity he felt upon entering a more so stable relationship was very surprising to him. His lover was the first person to touch the mark after his missing eye, after all... However, with enough time, it diminished almost completely and only ever resurfaces on the most draining of days.

O: Open

How open are they about their fantasies and wants? Is it hard for them to share those with their partner?

He’s very open about his needs, and save for few ideas, it is basically guaranteed that if he truly wants something, he will bring it up sooner rather than later. He doesn’t find it particularly hard too, well.. Unless there is an off-chance it will make him look mildly “uncool” - bad habits die hard.

P: Preferences

What do they like in their partner? What turns them on, what does the very opposite?

He loves it when his partner shows their need, when they speak up about what they want, and how they want it. Them being expressive and loud? Getting a little rough with him in return, their fingers pulling at his hair? It gets him going so much. As for the opposite of that... He does have a rather sensitive nose, so aside from the obvious lack of hygiene: a very strong perfume, or an overly sweet one. The scent of alcohol. He also generally doesn’t necessarily fancy the idea of his partner having their entire life circle around their beauty and maintaining it, even at the expense of enjoying themselves.

R: Regrets

Are there some things they regret having done? Or perhaps some things they wish they had tried?

No. Masamune strives to live his life without regrets. If he wants something? He will reach for it, or at the very least try to and see what his partner thinks.

S: Safe Word

What would their safe word be? Would they ever need it? When?

Oh, they have a couple of those! “Can we have sweet buns for dinner?” if his teasing in public starts getting too far. “Shogetsu wouldn’t like that” for when they’re having sex. Three squeezes at any body part if they can’t speak, for any reason (be it while they’re making love or in public).

T: Tested

What are some of their favourite activities to indulge in? The positions they’ve tested and enjoy? Something they’d go for while tired in the evening?

It’s rather situation specific! For early mornings, especially if he’s still a bit sore (either after injury or being more passionate the night prior): both him and his lover lying on their sides, their back turned towards him and he rolls his hips into them For evenings/nights, when he’s especially tired and in need of comfort: missionary For when he’s injured and cannot move too much without pain: his partner riding him, mutual masturbation Other than that, oral sex by itself is on the list too.

U: Unknown

Do they hold any secrets? Are there some things they have not shared with their partner?

Masamune never hid it whenever he missed his lover, but he never went into details about it either. As such, the dreams he sometimes has when they’re apart for longer, but soon to meet again are a bit of his secret.

W: Weakness

What are their weak spots?

Hmm... His ears, when their teeth just lightly graze them. The inside of his wrist when his lover kisses it. He’s also always moved when his lover caresses his scar.

X: XOXO

Have they ever sent texts/letters with some suggestive content? How likely are they to do so?

~can include a snippet of such a letter

Yes. Masamune has done it and he will most likely do it again.

[in reply]

Yes, I do miss you. But what do I miss the most? I cannot tell. Is it your smile? The way your lips feel on mine? I wish to nibble at your neck and see your eyes cloud again. I wish to taste you, your hands in my hair as you writhe in pleasure and beg for more. I want to hear your moans as I rock you, to feel your nails dig into my shoulders.

How can you ask which one of those I miss the most? Clearly, we would have to try them all again for me to fully know... Or perhaps even some more, if you had some doubts of your own.

Y: Yearning

How fast do they start to miss their partner?

It generally takes a couple weeks, perhaps even a bit over a month. As much as it may not set in fast, it sets in violently - and once they reunite, he is truly hungry of their affection.

Z: Zealousness

Do they like to give? To receive? How zealous are they in pleasuring their partner?

Overall, he doesn’t like to receive more than he gives, and prefers to finish his partner at least once before the attention is split between the two of them. He feels neutral about going down on his partner - it’s not his favourite thing by itself, but their reactions are well worth it, so it’s enjoyable in that way. He’s a bit uneasy when he’s on the receiving end first.

Tag list: @nad-zeta, @cheese-ception , @tsubaki3192 , @rikumorimachisgirl Notes: After a bit of internal debate, I decided to tag only people I know for smut, only if they 18 or older. (It is strictly for the sake of peace of my mind). Thanks for your consideration ^^”

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starshine583 · 3 years

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New Girl on the Block (8)

(Thank you all so much for your love and support during this fic! I hope that you all enjoy this next chapter and be sure to check out the mini series connected to this called Journal Entries!)

Ch.1 / Ch.7 / Ch.9

Chapter 8: Lost and Found

Lost.

Felix was utterly and hopelessly lost.

He stalked the aquarium aisles, looking this way and that for the rest of the group. How did this even happen? Allegra had had an iron grip on his wrist. He was certain of that. Yet somehow, he runs into one person- one person! -and just like that, everyone’s gone!

Felix tisked, annoyance quickly rising in his mind as he turned down another aisle. Briefly separating wouldn’t have been that bad. In fact, he welcomed the moment of silence at first. Aside from the occasional person who bumped into him, no one was yanking on his wrist or dragging him along. The problem arose, however, in the realization that he’d been aimlessly searching for them for thirty minutes now. After losing sight of them for a second! Did they truly walk that fast or did they leave him on purpose? It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened.

His hands clenched into fists, and a scowl tugged at the corner of his lips. He was this close to climbing on top of heads-

A light giggle caught his attention, faint but there, coming from the southern side of the room.

Felix whirled around, his eyes darting through the crowd. He recognized that laugh, but where was she?

His gaze landed on a pair of pigtails a moment later, and he nearly sighed with relief. Even with the dimmed lights of the aquarium, he could make out Marinette’s small figure standing in front of a smaller aquarium not far from him. He didn’t see anyone else with her, though. Where were the others? Did she get lost too or were the other people blocking them?

Felix moved forward to approach her. With the trio or not, he’d finally found someone from the group. That was his main concern. Besides, she didn’t seem worried about being alone, unless cooing at the glass and laughing was a sign of nervousness. (which, for her, it wasn’t.)

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” He commented as he stopped next to her.

Marinette jumped, as usual, and let out a squeak of surprise.

“Oh, Felix!” She gasped. “We were looking for you earlier.”

Felix hummed, glancing down at the octopus that was crawling along the rocks in front of them. “Yes, it would seem that ‘keeping up with the group’ wasn’t as easy as Allegra had claimed.”

A nervous chuckle tumbled from her lips, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her as she said, “Yeah.. we thought about texting you, but Claude said that you would catch up eventually.”

Felix scoffed. He should have known that Claude would be the one to prolong his suffering. Looking around for the brunette once more, he noticed that they were indeed alone. (Save for the large crowd swarming around them, that is.)

“How did you get separated?” He asked, merely curious. The group’s left him several times, but he doubted they would abandon Marinette so easily. Something else must have happened.

“Well, I was originally trying to look for you,” she explained, “but then I ended up getting distracted..”

She snorted. “I swear I stopped to look at one turtle, and by the time I turned around, everyone was gone.”

Felix offered a nod. He knew all too well how that went.

“At least we found each other.” He pointed out.

Marinette smiled up at him. “Yeah! And I found this adorable octopus!”

The way she said ‘adorable’ was similar to the babying tone of someone who was speaking to a dog, and she turned to the tank to wiggle her finger at the creature. Felix thought it to be somewhat.. endearing.

“.. Did you know that an octopus has three hearts?” He asked, strangely wanting to encourage her enthusiasm. Normally, when Claude would start rambling or bouncing around about different subjects, it would annoy Felix. With Marinette, though, that.. simply didn’t happen. Perhaps it was because she was quieter about it?

Marinette gasped, her sparkling eyes shifting back to him. “Wait, are you serious?”

Felix nodded. “They also contain blue blood.”

Her jaw dropped open. “No way! How do you know that?”

“I’ve read a few encyclopedias.” He admitted with a half-shrug. “They’re a lot more interesting than people give them credit for.”

“That’s so cool!” Marinette nearly squealed. “Tell me another one.”

Felix stared at her for a moment. That might be the first time someone’s ever willingly asked for him to recite facts without a sarcastic tone. He didn’t think he would be this pleased about it.

“Well..” He began, mentally sifting through the pages of books that he’s read. “Their limbs are actually called ‘arms’, not ‘tentacles’. The term ‘tentacles’ is reserved for squid, cuttlefish, and nautilus.”

“What?” Marinette blanched. “No! My whole life is a lie!”

Felix smirked at her dramatic groan. It had been surprising for himself when he first read it too.

“Tell me another one.” She said after rubbing her hands over her face.

Felix let out a small laugh. “Are you sure? You didn’t seem to like that last one.”

Marinette waved off the comment. “Yeah, yeah. I can take it. Tell me another one.”

“Alright, another fact..” Felix muttered, his gaze flicking upwards in thought. “Ah. Each arm has a mind of its own. Some two-thirds of the octopus’ neurons reside in its arms, which allow the arms to react to stimuli and function at a fairly high level on their own. This fact applies even when one of the limbs is severed from the body.”

Marinette scrunched up her nose at the image of a severed, octopus limb still twisting about.

“How do you remember all of this stuff?”

Felix clicked his tongue. “I think the information is interesting, and I enjoy being knowledgeable. So I make it a point to remember everything that I can while reading.”

Marinette nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense.. Do you know facts about other animals here?”

Felix tilted his head back and forth, trying to recall the animals he’d passed while searching for the group. “Most likely. As I said before, I’ve read a handful of encyclopedias, along with a book or two on Marine Biology.”

She lit up with a grin at the reply and reached down to grab his wrist. “Great! That means you can come tell me more facts!”

Felix was pulled forward, and a part of him held his breath, waiting for the indignation and disgust to set in from being grabbed. It always happened. Allegra, Claude, and occasionally Allan would jerk him around, and resentment would kick in without fail. Of course, the irritation towards Marinette certainly wouldn’t last, since she’d simply gotten excited, but it would undoubtedly come. So he waited..

..And waited..

..And nothing came.

Felix looked down at her hand, which was still firmly on his wrist, and frowned. She was dragging him through the crowd, yet he felt.. nothing. It wasn’t necessarily good, but it wasn’t bad either. He was just.. normal.

How odd.

“Which animal should we go to next?” Marinette inquired, eagerly looking around. “I’ve already seen the jellyfish, the octopus, and some of the bigger tanks with the multiple types of fish.. Maybe we can see the big tank again so you can tell the na-”

He didn’t look up at her until her ramble abruptly cut off. She was staring down at his wrist too, her eyes wide with surprise. She must not have thought about what she was doing when she grabbed him.

“O-Oh!” As soon as she registered what she’d done, Marinette ripped her hand away from him. “I-I’m so sorry! I- uhm -I was just so excited, a-and.. I’ll try not to grab you again.”

“No, it’s..” Felix rubbed the part of his wrist that Marinette had grabbed, almost not believing the next words he was about to say. “It’s fine. We should probably be holding onto each other anyway, unless we want to get separated again.”

“Oh..” Marinette said, sounding a bit dazed. “Oh yeah.. Um.. How do you want me to..”

She held her hand out towards him again, and Felix hesitated. If they were to hold onto each other, holding hands would be the obvious option, but that was out of the question on account of the strange feeling that twisted inside him at the thought of doing such a thing. The next option would be holding onto his sleeve, or grabbing his wrist again. Would that be peculiar for her, though? He’s unsure as to why it would be peculiar, but it felt peculiar.

Before he could decide what to do, Marinette tentatively took hold of his bag strap.

“I-Is this okay?” She asked, searching his face for discomfort or disagreement.

Felix blinked. That was actually..

“This is perfect.” He said, grabbing the part of the bag strap that was just above her hand.

A relieved smile passed her lips. “Good. Let’s keep walking then. I wanna learn as many facts as possible before we leave.”

The two set off, weaving around people and going from tank to tank. At each new animal they passed, Marinette would request a series of facts, and Felix would oblige when he could. Then, when he couldn’t recall any facts, they would look up a few for the sake of fun. He had a decent time doing it, as he got to learn some new things about the animals and himself. For example, the electric discharge of an eel can be stronger than five hundred volts, sea turtles apparently think jellyfish are delicious, and when Felix’s hand finally slid onto Marinette’s on the bag strap, he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he didn’t even notice that his hand was on hers until she jumped ahead to look at the shark tank.

“Wow..” Marinette breathed, staring at the enormous whale shark that was gliding through the water in front of them. “Look at how big it is..”

Although slightly distracted by the fact that they’d been touching and he hadn’t noticed, Felix joined her at the tank and watched the shark as well. With its large body and narrow tale, its movements were slow and graceful, and seeing it brought a soothing sense of calm to him.

He glanced down at Marinette, curious how she might react to the gigantic creature.

Despite buzzing about while looking at the other animals, she stood entirely still as she stared upwards through the glass. One of her hands was delicately placed on the tank, and her lips were parted with awe. She appeared to be mesmerized by the sight.

The mix of water and the lights above brought a bright, blue glow to the room, and it reflected on her perfectly. Accenting her round cheeks and wide eyes, bringing out the deep blue color of her hair that was often hidden.. the illumination made her seem utterly.. ethereal.

Felix sucked in a small breath, shocked by the swirl of warmth and enchantment that swelled within him. Why was he feeling this way? He didn’t recall experiencing it before. Was it something about the aquarium? Or was it something about Marinette? Why would she make such a difference, though?

“I know you enjoy her company.”

His mother’s words hit him like a truck as they resurfaced in his mind. Enjoying her company.. Was that what this was? He didn’t think something like that would be ‘warm’ or ‘enchanting’, but he supposed he’s never fully enjoyed someone’s presence before to know. Claude and the others- even his parents on rare occasions -would annoy or pester or drain his energy. Marinette, somehow, never did that. Maybe it was because she always listened to him, or because she would offer a smile or clothes or croissants- whatever he might need without ever asking for anything in return. She was selfless and didn’t demand his attention like everyone else, and that, Felix realized, made all the difference.

“Know any facts about this one?” Marinette said, shaking him from his thoughts.

“Hm?” Felix dragged his eyes back to the whale shark. “Oh, yes. If I remember correctly, they-”

“There you are!”

Claude’s declaration barely registered in Felix’s mind before he was suddenly tackled by the brunette.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Felix scowled as he wrestled Claude off of him. There’s the feeling of revulsion that he remembered so well.

“Oh, and you found Marinette!” Allegra chimed in with a smile.

Marinette pulled a sheepish expression. “Sorry for walking off.. I got distracted.”

Allan waved off the remark as he joined them. “Don’t sweat it. This trip was meant to be fun. As long as you had a good time, everything’s fine.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks. I had a great time.”

“Aw~.” Claude jokingly sang. “That’s good to hear. What about you, Felix? Did you have a good time?”

Felix rolled his eyes at the babying tone, but a chuckle brought his gaze back to Marinette. She was shaking her head at Claude, her eyes bright with amusement and her smile warm.

“Actually..” He muttered. “I did.”

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The icy cold of the evening brushed over Marinette as she walked outside, but she smiled anyway. The aquarium had been more amazing than she could have ever predicted, which was saying something considering she’d already expected it to be great. She got to see turtles and whale sharks and octopi and all sorts of animals! On top of that, she got to see all of those animals with Felix, who was able to tell her little facts about them! Although some of the facts were hard to swallow.. like, who calls octopus limbs ‘arms’ instead of ‘tentacles’? That’s crazy!

Marinette chuckled at the memory as she nuzzled her nose into her white scarf for warmth. Yes, some of the facts were definitely mind boggling, but there was no doubt that they were the best part of the trip.

Well.. She thought, glancing over her shoulder. Maybe not the best part.

The rest of the group was exiting the aquarium behind her, Felix being amongst them. The best part of the day had honestly been when he said that he had a good time. With all the scowling and his getting lost, she’d been kicking herself about inviting him to the aquarium, especially when she knew that crowds weren’t his forte. But then they went on that impromptu tour together, and his hard expressions softened into small smiles and quiet laughs.

It was the first time she saw him fully relax (in a crowded room, no less!). Just knowing that she’d been a part of that brought her more joy and fulfillment than the whale shark she’d originally wanted to see.

Of course, now that the tour was over and the group was back together, the hard expressions had returned, and he was currently chewing out Claude for trying to hug him “in the name of warmth”. Marinette couldn’t help giggling at the sight, though. Even as Felix was clutching his coat around himself and shivering, he refused to be touched by anyone. She vaguely wondered if he was against the notion for a specific reason or simply had an aversion to touch. He didn’t seem to mind them touching in the aquarium, though, so there had to be a specific reason then, right?

“I don’t know about you guys,” Allegra spoke up, taking Marinette from her thoughts, “but I had a wonderful time today.”

“Are you kidding?” Claude asked, finally stepping away from Felix with a smile. “Today was awesome! And that mermaid show? Incredible.”

“And completely generic.” Felix added with an eye roll. “They didn’t even bother to make it look as though she were breathing underwater.”

“Well, yeah.” Allegra smirked. “They can’t get real mermaids. Those are too hard to catch.”

“That’s because they don’t exist.” Felix stated flatly. “Which is another reason why they shouldn’t hold that show. It will give people the wrong idea.”

“Hey, mermaids could exist!” Claude- because if anyone were to fight for this, it would be him -insisted. “The ocean is huge, and we haven’t seen it all yet. You have no idea whether mermaids actually exist or not.”

Felix scoffed. “Please. A creature with a human half and a fish half that also lived in the ocean would be scientifically impossible. At the very least, the human side would perish from the low temperatures and prolonged exposure to salt water. The only way it might survive is if the creature simply had a humanoid half rather than a human half, and in that case, the creature wouldn’t look anything like the actor they had inside.”

“Who said anything about science?” Claude argued. “What if it’s magic?”

Marinette had been watching the conversation with an amused smile until the topic of magic came up. She knew it wasn’t a direct mention to her alter ego, but it still caused her stiffen. Thankfully, no one noticed, since they were too busy watching Felix raise a brow.

“That’s preposterous.”

“How come?” Claude retorted. “If we can have Ladybug and Chat Noir running around with their magical weapons and abilities, why can’t we have mermaids?”

Marinette faltered in her steps, but quickly regained balance. Now that was a direct mention of her alter ego. Should she try to change the subject? It definitely felt like it was time to change the subject.

“Chat Noir and Ladybug gain their powers from the miraculous specifically.” Felix stated. “What you are suggesting is an entire species that is born and raised with the same ‘power’ that doesn’t come from a miraculous. That’s what I’d call grasping at straws.”

“You guys know the show is supposed to be for kids, right?” Allan asked, gaining a snort from Allegra.

Claude placed his hands on his hips. “Yes, but I still think mermaids can exist somewhere.”

“No, they can’t.” Felix remarked.

“You don’t have any proof of that!”

“Neither do you!”

“Okay!” Allegra interjected, stepping between the two boys with a barely contained snicker. “You two kids need to behave or you’ll both be put in time out.”

Marinette laughed despite herself, even as Felix glared at the blonde.

Allegra ignored the glare, turning back to the group as she asked, “So where do you guys want to eat for supper?”

“We’re eating supper together?” Marinette inquired.

“Only if you want to.” Allegra smiled. “I just figured, since it’s seven o’clock, that our parents have already eaten. So we might as well eat together, right?”

“Yeah!” Claude agreed, the mermaid discussion slipping from his mind before Marinette’s very eyes. “Let’s go to Dairy Queen. I haven’t been there in a while, and an ice cream sounds so good right now.”

“You want to get ice cream?” Felix blanched. “In this weather?”

“Sure.” Claude smiled. “Anytime’s ice cream time for me. Besides, it’s not that cold.”

“Not that cold??” Felix retorted, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

Marinette chuckled, silently agreeing with Felix. Ice cream was nice when you weren’t already covered in goosebumps due to the cold, but right now, she’d much rather a nice, steaming cup of hot chocolate.

A gasp brought her attention to Allegra, who pointed towards the sky with wide eyes.

“Guys, look!” She grinned. “It’s snowing!”

The group followed her gaze to the Eiffel Tower, which stood bright and tall in the blackness of the night.

Sure enough, flakes of freshly fallen snow were passing the lights of the city and fluttering to the ground. It started out small, with a bit of snow here and there, but soon, a whole flurry began, quickly covering the sidewalks and roads.

“Aw, yeah!” Claude cheered, sticking out his tongue to catch some of the snowflakes. “Freshly fallen snow, man!”

Marinette giggled and stuck out her tongue as well, feeling a wave of euphoria as the snowflakes began hitting her tongue, nose, forehead and cheeks. It hasn’t snowed since last month, and she’d missed it dearly.

“C’mon, Fehix!” Allan urged, his words coming out in blabs because of his tongue sticking out. “Catch snowfakes wis us”

“Absolutely not.” Felix sharply declined. “Do you know how many pollutants are in the first wave of snow, especially with all of this wind? Sulfate, Nitrate, Formaldehyde, Mercury- you might as well drink a bucket of chemicals!”

Marinette paused, though she left her tongue sticking out. Were there really that many chemicals in snow? She’d known there were some, of course, but it couldn’t really be that dangerous, could it?

“Wow, Felix.” Allegra said with an amused smile. “I didn’t know snow could be so dangerous. Can you lighten up a little, please?”

Felix tisked. “I’m only stating facts.”

“Right, right.” Allegra replied. “You don’t have to stick out your tongue, but at least spare us on the ‘grim’ details, will you? It kind of dampers the whole ‘first snowfall of the year’ deal.”

Felix rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything else. Instead, he tilted his head towards the sky and closed his eyes. Marinette imagined he was trying to gather some semblance of calm or composure, if his deep breaths were any indication. What really caught her attention, though, were the snowflakes. Or rather, the way the snowflakes landed on him. They were crisp and frozen, and it created specks of white all across his features as the snow nestled in Felix’s hair and eyelashes. If she had been any less disciplined, she might have been tempted to take a picture of him. (Only to use the snowflake patterns later as a design idea, of course.)

“Alright, let’s head for Dairy Queen!” Claude abruptly declared, breaking the brief silence that had settled amongst them.

Felix’s eyes cracked open, incidentally meeting Marinette’s at the same time. She averted her gaze, a strange sense of deja vu washing over her. Here she was, staring at him again. How many times was she going to feel weird about staring- or being caught staring -until she remembered not to stare? Granted, it shouldn’t feel weird in the first place. Staring was staring, especially when it was a stare between friends. The most he should say about it is, “what are you looking at?”, and that wasn’t a problem. That was a completely logical response, actually. So why did her stupid brain think it was a problem?

“I call dibs on driving Marinette!” Claude added, wrapping his arm around Marinette’s shoulders.

“What!” Allegra nearly yelled from shock. “You can’t call dibs!”

“Okay, then I call turns!” Claude shot back. “You got to drive her on the way here, so I get to drive her on the way to Dairy Queen.”

“Guys, you know she’s a human being, right?” Allan commented.

Marinette laughed. “It’s alright. I’ll go with Claude to Dairy Queen, and Allegra can drive me home.”

“Aw, she gets to drive you home?” Claude whined.

Allegra, however, pulled a triumphant grin. “Ha-ha! I get a good night snack from Mme Sabine!”

“I’m glad you two only value Marinette for her pastries.” Felix remarked.

Marinette snorted, but Allegra and Claude immediately let out an offended gasp.

“How dare you claim such a thing!” Claude said, now wrapping both arms around Marinette’s shoulders. “Marinette is amazing and wonderful, and I would choose her over pastries a thousand times.”

Allegra hugged Marinette as well. “Yeah, we’re not that shallow. Mme Sabine’s cooking is phenomenal, but Marinette is the one we truly love.”

“I hear that.” Allan chuckled.

The beginnings of a blush curled around Marinette’s cheeks, and she hugged Allegra and Allan back. She knew that she was the one they loved, not the pastries, and that’s why she wouldn’t hesitate to give them all the pastries in the world if they asked.

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friendsim-more-like-lovesim · 3 years

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i love your troll biology head canons!!! idk if you’ve done this yet, but can you bless us with content pertaining to noises like chirps and purrs? i’ve seen people hc that they make noises at frequencies that humans can’t hear, or chuff like lions and such. while i do think they do purr, i think it would more buggy (bug-like?) than a mammal (@ how trolls reproduce) what are your thoughts specifically? 💖 you make excellent content 😘

anon you are speaking exactly my language and i thank you for once again opening these floodgates. and thank youu~!!💖

I love the thought of them being able to make noises in a range that humans can’t hear! especially low noises - i really like the idea of trolls having a lot deeper voices than humans (since i hc them to be so big) and it’d make sense for their growls and purrs to be at a low frequency as well!!

purring and bug-clicking are the most common troll noise headcanons i think(?) and i’m totally on board. If you know my blog that probably shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone skdjkd

my personal headcanon is that their noises differ slightly from caste to caste, alpthough i know biologically this doesn’t make the most sense but. i have my reasons. let me map it out for y’all:

(get ready for headcanon infodump)

Lowbloods (burgundy through mustard)

• A lowbloods biology is more engineered towards “peasant-work” so to say; getting their hands dirty and being more in tune with the organic ground-level part of society.

• Alternia wants the lowest casts to be out of sight, and out of mind for the most part really. So while trolls are naturally able to produce louder sounds than humans, lowbloods have evolved to be more on the quieter side. Forced submission in the way of silencing them by the state, un-natural selection, if you will. We don’t know if the same rules would apply without the tyranny.

• gold bloods are a bit of a grey-area here, slightly less mammalian than the rusts but not really noticeably so

• Their purrs and chirps would be more light and gentle sounding, easy to hear even with human ears, and not too distracting. tends to be more rumble-y

Midbloods (potentially lime, olive through teal)

• We don’t really have any information about limes concerning sounds, other than a soothing kind of quality to them? not sure on that one

• Olives! Olives are by far the caste with the most mammal traits, think about people like nepeta and konyyl - they’re built for wildlife survival and have many cat/lion like qualities

sure, all people within a caste are different, but i think you see where i’m coming from with this.

•Jades and Teals are where we get progressively more insectoid, although the jades are probably more insect-like than the teals. Teals have more outside input in their biology, small mammalian inputs to their dna; whereas jades are engineered to be stuck in a cave in the dark, following instructions and working like an ant colony.

• They would purr and chirp similarly to lowerbloods, but it would sound less gentle and more strong and almost (as if) intentional. Olives purr the most out of anyone, often not on purpose though. They have a tendency to let their content noises slip through without their permission.

Mid-High (cerulean and indigo blue)

• so this is interesting because there’s the whole nip-debate with the indigos, and they also drink milk which are obviously mammalian traits but i’ll get back to that ok

• Let’s look at ceruleans first. I don’t know what led me to this decision, but i always imagined them to be one of the most insectoid castes? Maybe it’s because of the the whole arachnid/scorpio thing, but i always thought the upper midbloods/lower highbloods would be the most insect-like.

• now back to the indigos, the uh. milk and nippie talk really does complicate things for me. I do believe they’re not as buggy as the ceruleans, but not as mammalian as the lowerbloods. PERSONALLY i don’t like the ‘trolls with nips’ thing. It just? doesn’t really make sense to me?? with their biology??? I don’t think they’d have bellybuttons either. But anyway. this is kinda off topic at this point but i’ve discussed this before

• Their noises and clicks would be louder and sharper, they don’t necessarily purr per se; they make little clicking and almost scratched up sounds. It’s a noise difficult to describe, something so inherently alien that you would have to hear it firsthand to really understand it - and even then you might not.

Purple

• For the purples i’m actually not 100% sure where they’d land on the mammal-to-bug scale, but their noises would probably be more unique, being in the middle of highbloods and seadwellers

• We know they Honk. like, honking is an actual sound they can make, not just a word they say. though probably both are possible. People have said this before me but i really love the thought of Karako honking with his actual vocal chords, and not literally enunciating the word “honk”

• That would definitely be a very interesting caste trait, and lots of fun possibilities to look into. that’s not why we’re here today tho so i might get into that in another post at some point

• Purples are generally more mammalian than their lower highblood-counterparts, often seen purring around their quadmates. Because of their caste and stature though, it doesn’t quite sound like purring but rather big lion chuffing, almost like a silent roar, vibrating through their bodies. The sound is very deep, almost too deep for the human ear to hear; but if you get close enough you can feel it reverberate through them.

Seadwellers (violet and fuchsia)

• Now fish, as you probably know, are not insects. HOWEVER. They are also definitely not mammals. i mean yes amphibians exist and the universe is a frog so we know that’s a thing but hush. So they are probably the furthest away from mammals, and they don’t posses any mammalian qualities either. It makes sense that they wouldn’t. cause... they’re fish.

• Seadweller noises are interesting, because aquatic beings make very distinct sounds, and they aren’t often heard outside of their aquatic environment. Could they make noises like dolphins? Could they sing like whales? Do they hum to communicate through vibrations in the water? do they make crustacean clicking noises?

The possibilities are endless!

• So i don’t think they’d purr, but some other people have theorized that they make little bubbly sound which is very cute. Also ear-fin flappies when they’re happy. that’s not really a sound though

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so on a scale from mammal-y to insect-y, it goes

Mammalian < olive - lime - burgundy - bronze - mustard - purple - indigo - cerulean > Insect

amphibian < violet - fuchsia > fish

#i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again; I LOVE ALIEN TROLLS😤#troll headcanons #troll biology #friendsim #hiveswap #homestuck #THIS GOT SO LONG OM SORRY #look when i get the opportunity to rant i RANT #literally i held myself back in many areas here because i didn’t want to overwhelm any readers but shfjdhdhh #it really do be like that huh #i lov;;;; alien sounds;; troll purring; ah #i want to lay on a purring trolls chest and kiss their cheek to hear them chirp in surprise #is that too much to ask #jenny rambles #anon

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lunawings · 3 years

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Minato’s Birthday PriZoom (8/21/21) commentary/report

Oh geez where to begin.

I originally intended to do two showings this time (which is one more then usual) but due to a last minute decision based on other poor decisions I ended up doing three which was the most I’ve ever done in a row! My translation of the bonus content is in a separate post.

Not only that but like... it kept putting me in the main screen up at the top too!! Like more than I’ve ever been up there! And I’m sure none of this was intentional, but I also happened to be positioned right next to a couple other people who also knew the traditional cyalume cheering stuff so that was really cool!

Heck I even made it onto the Mantan Web article apparently!!? (This is an official event photo.) Am I that recognizable even in blurry pixels? (Haha well I guess there’s the background too...)

I put a lot more concentration into my own cheering this time so I wasn’t clicking around to look at the other people in the room as much and thus I have fewer shoutouts to make.

I happened to catch a guy trying to balance TWO of the giant Shin mochikoros on his shoulders though?

And there was that guy hula-hooping to Kakeru’s entire performance!!??

And the person whose screen was just a cheering piece of celery.

The highlight was probably “Kouji’s Kitchen” though. A Kouji cosplayer who spent the entire show actively cooking.

I really admire the folks who make the actual food for these showings. I’ve been thinking I want to make pudding a la mode (probably the only KinPri food I could actually manage to make) if they do a Taiga showing next year but how would I keep it from melting during the show ahah ha... (Mashed potatoes I suppose?)

In the weeks leading up to the show I’d been wondering if we’d see any Minato cosplayers. I realized I’m not sure if I’ve actually EVER seen one at a showing (PriZoom or otherwise) as he’s not an easy character to do (what with body type and a lot of Kinpri cosplayers being female) but I think I saw at least two!

This was the first showing where I made an honest attempt to keep the soundboard on, largely because of @takadanobaba’s posts on it, but also just because it’s our STYLISH NEW ABNORMAL (...watch Idol Land PriPara). Ever since they introduced it, traditional cheering has gotten quieter and quieter with long periods of silence except for big moments like Over the Rainbow’s prism jumps. (And what is King of Prism when you’re actually able to hear it.)

So I tried it, really I did. And as I was saying, I can somewhat see the appeal. People are finding ways to use it creatively to bring out that same brand of humor that makes traditional cheering so fun. I turned it on and off during Pride the Hero and the first half of SSS Part 2. The best and worst moment I had with it came during episode 5 however, when Ace kabedon’d Miyo and Joji pulls up in the car.

D-DDDDD-D-DDDD-D-DDDDDDD-DD-DDD-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEETAAAAAAAAAA

“But Joji is my star!”

KKKKKK-KK-KKKKKKKK-KKKK-KKKKKKKKKK-KKKAAAAKKKKKKKKKKOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Imagine that but like too fast and too loud for your brain to actually interpret what’s going on.

So that was... that was... that. (Thinking of how it will be at Joji’s actual birthday next month is giving me chills.)

I did turn it back on briefly during Best Ten while Platonic Sword was on. And for some reason I can’t quiiiite comprehend it was a grand chorus of ORE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Okay, okay on to the meat. This showing had the BIGGEST bonus of all. Masashi Igarashi appeared for a “talk show” at two of the showings.

One of the first things he pointed out was how, unlike traditional theater greetings, he could see all of our faces individually. And then he actually clicked through all of our video feeds and made comments!!!! (Tatsuyuki Kobayashi didn’t do that.)

Throughout the first session he actually directly acknowledged me THREE SEPARATE TIMES. The first time was when he recognized that I had S-Pulse Dream Plaza as my background. (The real life location in Shizuoka where Minato saw Kouji for the first time.) The second time was when I pasted a message into the chat about being his American fan and HE ACTUALLY READ IT! The third time was during the All Stars Playback when they put me on the screen and he thanked me in the chat again for putting up Dream Plaza.

I’m really happy I put in the effort to do a meaningful background!

All of a sudden I’m inspired to do more for each character. It was years before King of Prism existed, but I did go to Okayama once. I’m thinking I might need to sort through some old photos before Joji’s showing.

Anyway.

Masashi-san didn’t really seem to have anything planned out to say. He just kinda played off us when he could and rambled for a while about how great Minato and King of Prism is and all that. I think he’s a bit better when he has someone else to play off of. (Junta usually ends up being his straight man.) I don’t even know if he knew what he was saying half the time hahah.

The part that really stuck with me though was when he was talking about how there was such a large concentration of Minato fans here, but then he corrected himself as that’s not necessarily true since King of Prism fans cheer for everyone. So instead of camps for certain characters, he suggested we should do “club activities” as a fandom and since so many people brought vegetables to the showing we were the vegetable club.

This was followed by a rush of puns in the chat like VegetaBU (”bu” is Japanese for club).

Another official photo from Mantan web. I love it when they show the “behind the scenes”.

I didn’t realize the second session of the greeting would be starting at the beginning of the next showing, even though that is how they usually do it for theater greetings (so the voice actor doesn’t have to wait around through another movie). It’s kind of odd that they had two different sessions actually, since pretty much everyone had the opportunity to do both as the tickets didn’t come close to selling out. But more money for them either way I guess. He actually changed shirts in between hahah. (From one Minato shirt to another.)

But anyway, when he suddenly came up on the screen again I was actually in the middle of trying to change the batteries in my cyalumes ahahah. And it put me up top of the main screen AGAIN! I kinda wanted to switch my camera off so someone else could get a chance but I didn’t want to seem rude for disappearing either!!!

Eventually I did turn my camera off, giving up my space, because my cyalume blades were all DYING from having been on CONSTANTLY since the beginning of Pride the Hero and I didn’t want it to seem like I was checking my phone or something while I was changing the batteries. (One of them ended up cutting out during Best Ten anyway because in my mad scramble to change the batteries I guess I put the old ones back in haha.) That felt like the right decision since I crashed and burned pretty hard during the middle of Best Ten. (Cheering fatigue is rare for me but I was pushing 24 hours being awake at this point...) I also sure heck didn’t want to be up there during Love Graffiti BUT I didn’t do as bad as I thought. The drills I did without the video before the showing paid off! I’m so happy I’m finally learning it after all this time. Take THAT two year depression spiral.

Although this showing was lively, I have to admit it didn’t quite meet my overinflated expectations, though. I don’t think either room broke 200 people at any point during the showing. I could have sworn at least ONE showing I went to in the past did... I think the Shin/Louis one maybe... but looking through my past posts I can’t find a mention of it. ...Wait, even if that’s true I guess it doesn’t count since we only had one room back them. Mmmrhghg.

I do have pretty high hopes for the next few months though because Joji and Hiro are EXTREMELY popular characters.

So you. YES YOU! The person who somehow read this entire post and is now somewhat regretting skipping out on this one. YOU CAN DO IT! I’ll see you are the next one right? RIGHT?? OKAY!!

#king of prism #kinpri #minato takahashi

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nothingunrealistic · 2 years

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444 words from wrapped up in you b/c of course, and as rian leans in to try to pick up on any dialogue so too do i via this ask although i realize it doesn't necessarily work like "yes i thought up any particulars re what is being said but not heard here." but i'm nosy for any bonus lore / commentary in general lol so:

Taylor sits in Rian’s chair, leaning in close to Winston and talking too quietly to hear from across the room. That doesn’t stop Rian from trying, and she’s straining so hard to pick out their words that it’s almost a surprise when Mafee sits down next to her. “Do you think he’s having a stroke or something?”

“I think if he were having a stroke, Taylor would have called 911 instead of handling it themself.” Rian shifts on the couch. Mafee’s sitting partly on her cushion and partly on the one next to it, and it’s throwing off her equilibrium. “You haven’t seen this before?”

“Never.”

Relative quiet settles over the office — the racket from outside is muffled again, and inside there’s only Taylor’s voice, low and calm, and Winston’s breathing, slowing.

Both of them get up, and Winston follows Taylor to their office. Through the glass, Rian watches him collapsing onto the couch just inside the door and Taylor pulling down the window shades. Seems like it’d be helpful if the glass walls on three sides also had shades. Maybe this would have been avoided if they were in a normal building.

Winston described it to her, once, the building that Taylor Mason Carbon had called home when it was named Taylor Mason Capital and not under Axe’s control. An old warehouse, refurbished, across the river in Dumbo. Exposed wood and stone and solid doors, low light and quiet, rather than Axe Cap’s glass and chrome and glaring fluorescents and soaring staircases that declare the future is here and now and it is insane wealth. He’d obviously missed it, and she can see why.

On the other side of the glass, Taylor sits down beside Winston, shoulder to shoulder, their backs to everyone else, and Rian aches.

“I think maybe we should leave,” Mafee says.

“We should.”

Rian pushes herself off the couch to return to her desk. The backtest will have to finish another day. She turns off her Bloomberg, scoops up her laptop and headphones, and doesn’t let her focus linger on Winston’s glasses, askew on his keyboard.

When she turns for the door, Taylor is there, and Rian almost jumps. It’s spooky how quietly they move sometimes. “Before you go, I need to speak with you. And Mafee.”

“Sure.”

A nod from Taylor summons Mafee from the couch. He comes over demanding to know, in a not-quite-whisper, “What the hell was that about?”

“Winston will be taking a few days off.”

“Because he gave himself a concussion and said ‘don’t fucking touch me’ when I tried to stop him?”

“In a case like that, I would suggest that you not fucking touch him.” Taylor shoves their hands in their pockets. “It likely exacerbated the situation.”

what’s fun is, even though i have a fic in progress exploring taylor’s side of these events that would reasonably cover What They’re Saying Here that rian can’t hear, i don’t know either. (simply didn’t get around to writing that part yet.) i figure it’s some things to the effect of “it’s okay, everyone’s leaving, we can go to my office, it’s quieter there,” but that on its own is not very exciting.

uhhh what else. i think “i would suggest that you not fucking touch him” was one of the first things written here. taylor using people’s own words to make points in response to them is fun, as is taylor appearing in front of people without warning. i’m not sure when winston and rian would have talked about the old tmc, but it seemed like a fun contrast and an opportunity to bring up rian’s own ambivalence about working at / for axe cap.

also: when taylor and winston are sitting on the couch, rian’s not quite sure which of them she’d rather be. (you can tell this was written in the mid-s5 hiatus.)

(pick any passage from any fanfic i’ve written and i’ll give you my commentary)

#inbox #unproduciblesmackdown #sometimes i write #billions #taylor mason #dudley mafee #rian billions

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allsassnoclass · 3 years

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Hello everyone! Today is the one year anniversary of my favorite fic I’ve written (so far), Puzzle Pieces! I thought I’d give a full length director’s commentary to commemorate the occasion.

Spoilers for the fic below!

The idea for this fic stemmed from a few things. I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of a soulmate au where colors appear on your skin when you first touch your soulmate(s). I think I initially encountered this in a newsies fic that I’ve since lost track of that was heavily focused on platonic soulmates. I liked this convention because the possibilities for multiple soulmates are endless and I like the idea of colorful splotches on people. I also think that identifying soulmates via touch rather than the first sentence they say or some sort of other identifier gives a lot of opportunity for relationships to grow and develop before they know that they’re soulmates. I am always a little bothered when soulmate aus have people fall right into a relationship and kissing and intense emotions right away when the two people don’t know anything about each other. This seemed like a way to combat that a little, but I’ll speak more on that later.

The Beginnings

The first record I have of this fic is a message I sent to Helen on May 8, 2020. The fic was very much only in the idea stages then, as I took over three more months to write it and wrote Too Close to See during that time. A google doc for the fic wasn’t started until July 20, 2020, and it was titled “soulmate colors au.” My method for writing is going in order these days, and for this particular fic there wasn’t a specific scene that I started with in mind. I really was just going or it and making it up as I went, chugging along and seeing what happened.

The Colors

A pretty significant part of this fic is the colors. When I figured out that colors would appear on people when they touched, I knew that figuring out who had what color would be very important. Initially I was going to have each pairing have their own color (so for example cashton would both leave blue on each other but malum would both leave green on each other) but I quickly decided that I didn’t like that and that each individual should have a color that they leave, instead. I sent a message to Bella asking what colors she thought the boys would be, but I can’t find that message anymore and know that while it was similar it wasn’t quite right. Here’s some reasoning behind each of the boys’ colors:

Michael: I went with red not just because of the iconic red hair, but because it’s a pretty loud and brash color. Michael (especially when he was younger) doesn’t really filter things, wears a decent amount of his personality on his sleeve, and first reaction that said red to me

Calum: Calum has always been forest green. This is partially influenced by the empahty hoodie, even though it’s a bit brighter than the green in my mind for him here, but I also think green is a very dependable, stable color. (I used that color symbolism in one of my fall out boy fics years ago lol) It reminds me of pine trees, and I think Calum can give off that same sense of reliability in weathering the seasons. It’s a quieter color but can really pop next to another one. It also worked out nicely that Calum and Michael’s colors were compliments

Luke: Luke gets gold because he is a sunshine boy! Luke actually was the person I had the most trouble with, because I was flipping between gold, a lighter blue, or pink. Pink ultimately was too close to red to make me be able to visualize what the marks looked like on each boy to my satisfaction. It just looked ugly and clashing. I went with gold because there is a lot of outward brightness in Luke. He’s the kind of person where if he’s happy everyone else gets a bit happier, and gold also seemed fitting for the eventual shift into a rockstar and the amount of talent he has

Ashton: Ashton gets purple, but a deeper purple. Dynamic but still relatively stable, has a lot of depth. Purple is a secret color, but it’s still beautiful and it draws people in. When I visualize it it ends up being a really dark shade, but in reality he’s probably more of a royal purple than a plum purple. I feel bizarrely passionate about his color specifically. I don’t know why that is.

The colors didn’t have any sort of influence on the fic, but they were deliberately chosen.

The World of the Fic: Chosen Soulmates

So here’s the thing. I feel very strongly about love being a conscious decision that people make over and over. It takes work. It takes a deliberate commitment.

Soulmate aus kind of negate that.

So, how do you fix this? Well, I did that by having these marks not necessarily indicate soulmates. The way that the marks are described in the fic is that they indicate how easy it should be to love someone and how compatible two people are. It doesn’t automatically mean that you’ll adore them forever and never leave their side. You still need to put in the work. (Luke shows this early on when Michael asks if he loves Calum and he says “I don’t think I know him well enough for that yet. I know I will, because the colors say it should be easy and I want to, but not like you do.” He has made the decision to work toward loving Calum, but he knows that just having the colors doesn’t immediately make them love each other.) In that way, it almost isn’t a soulmate au, at least not in the traditional way. Things aren’t inevitable. There is still an element of choice.

This was also shown with Ashton. I don’t remember when I made the decision to give Ashton a Tragic Background with his dad, but I know it was relatively early because by the time I wrote his introduction I knew that would happen. I wanted to give a bit more of a reason for his hesitation to let them touch him, which I was already including because Ashton has always been the least touchy of the band, and I saw this as another opportunity to show that necessity of choice. It’s sweeter to me for the boys to choose each other rather than to just be stuck with each other, and if Ashton hadn’t actually been a soulmate of theirs then I wanted there to be the assurance that they could still love him just as much, because all love is chosen.

In the end, having a broken soulbond in Ashton’s past was a good way to accomplish all of that. It’s heartbreaking to not be chosen despite the fact that it should be easy, but once Ashton accepts that Michael, Calum, and Luke are vehemently choosing him with or without the soulmark, it makes his acceptance of their love very sweet to me. He’s saying that he trusts them to put in the work to love him. The scene where he talks to Michael in the car and the scene where he accepts their touches and soulmarks are probably my two favorite scenes in the fic.

The World of the Fic: Touch

In a world where the first skin-on-skin contact can indicate whether it’ll be extremely easy for you to love someone, how common would touch be? Would we greet people with handshakes still? Would gloves be more common fashion accessories? Would touching someone be a Big Deal?

Hence, the First Touch was born!

I figured that, with touch possibly being a lot more significant in this world, people would be a lot more careful about whether they make skin-on-skin contact. Kids would be taught that it’s impolite to try to touch someone, to a more extreme degree than they are now. Handshakes simply are not a greeting anymore. Instead, sometimes the first contact people make is considered a big deal, seeing as it can indicate whether two people are soulmates or not.

I figured that Luke especially would enjoy important first touches, because he’s a sentimental sweetie. Of course, his first touch with Michael ended up being special simply because it was with each other :)

This also let me really lean into Ashton being touch-adverse. Now on top of not liking touch, he also has another reason to avoid it, which makes every cuddle moment after the first touch even better, because he’s definitely touch starved. The band cuddles him so much once they share the colors.

The World of the Fic: Platonic Soulmates

Guys. GUYS. I love platonic soulmates. I love them a lot. I feel very passionately about them. Romantic love is not the pinnacle of human love, and as someone who cannot at this point see myself with a romantic partner I really wanted to ensure that platonic soulmates were a thing. Given that information, it’s a no-brainer that I included them in this fic. Part of the appeal of this type of soulmate au was that it gave opportunity for more than one soulmate and more than one type of soulmate. As such, platonic, familial, and romantic soulmates could all be indicated by the colors. I also really liked that there wasn’t any sort of differentiation between the types of soulmates. One type of love isn’t hailed over the others. It’s an even playing field here.

That was one of the things that immediately drew me to this type of prompt, actually. I wanted to write a fic about Michael parsing through his emotions and figuring out what he feels for Calum. The difference between platonic and romantic love has always been very interesting to me, because I find that the line can be pretty blurry personally. The best way to do that was to give him a set of soulmates who he cares about equally but in different ways.

The following excerpt really is the theme of the story to me: “Calum is an old, comfortable sweater, but Luke is like a favorite pair of shoes. They both fit him perfectly. He feels more at home when either of them are around, and although the love he has for Calum is different, he thinks he could love Luke just as much.” Each of us love everyone we meet a little differently, because everyone is a different person, but different doesn’t mean unequal.

While the fic is about Michael figuring himself out, it’s equally a love story between all four of them. The moments where Michael finds out he’s soulmates with Luke and Ashton were just as important to me as the moment he and Calum get together, and I really wanted to be sure that each relationship had it’s time in the limelight. That’s ultimately why the idea of puzzle pieces became a theme (that I added on editing). I like the idea of all of them coming together to create something bigger than themselves. They fit. They click. They are better for it. The first time someone referred to this as an ot4 fic it threw me off, because only malum is romantic in it, but I really like that classification for it, because it is.

Asexual Representation (Accidentally)

I didn’t know I was writing Michael as ace until about 4 days before I posted the fic.

Looking back, that’s a little bit ridiculous, because I was brainstorming this fic for three and a half months and actively writing it for two before I realized. I believe there was a conversation in the discord about ace rep in fics (Bella and I think Heath were part of it, I can’t remember any other participants), and I thought to myself “hey I’m ace and like ace rep, Michael in the soulmate colors au could probably be ace.” Lo and behold, he already was. All I had to do was add a few sentences and finish the fic (I hadn’t written the scenes in England yet).

My asexuality definitely influenced the way I had been writing Michael’s confusion over his feelings for Calum. Part of the reason I myself see the line between platonic and romantic as so blurry is because I’m ace and so much of romantic love in media is tied in with sexual attraction. When you don’t feel sexual attraction, that can get confusing, especially since most strong feelings of love are depicted to be romantic.

While Michael and I had very, very different paths to figuring out our sexualities, I drew on my own experiences of ace-ness to write him. This was a bit more apparent in the sequel scene Bedroom Activities, but it ended up becoming a core of the story. I genuinely don’t know how I didn’t realize that’s what I was writing.

As an ace person, ace rep means a lot to me, given how little of it is in popular media. I’m glad I explored it so early on in my 5sos fic career, and I’m proud of this one.

Miscellaneous Things

The process of writing this story was, as I stated before, pretty linear. I went from the start to the end without a lot of planning. I specifically had no clue what was happening at the Hot Chelle Rae afterparty until it was happening. The kiss came out of no where. However, I want to point out that initially I thought this fic would be 8k. It is now my third longest fic ever written. I have never learned to correctly estimate how long a fic I’m writing will be.

I have a few various favorite lines, but one repeated theme I love is Michael craving Calum’s touch. I say he’s touch-starved for him twice, once relatively early on and once at the end, and I love that Calum’s touch has been a constant for Michael. They had their first touch accidentally and became best friends immediately in the way that little kids do, so Michael has always had him as a constant, tactile presence in his life. That’s why losing him to Luke scared him so much and why then gaining Luke and Ashton as soulmates is so good for him.

I really like referring to Michael, Luke, and Calum as a triangle. I first did it in this fic, but it’s now my tag for the three of them. Idk I just like how equally distributed a triangle is, all sides touching, no one left out.

Branching off of this, one of my favorite lines is when Ashton and Michael do their first touch: “The dark purple reminds him of spilling grape juice on his clothes as a kid, and when he collapses into Ashton he feels like they could have known each other at that age, too.” There is something so charming about meeting someone later and feeling like you’ve known them your whole life, and that was significant here because Michael has known Calum and Luke since they were younger (although Luke did come in the picture when they were tweens/young teens instead of kids). I wanted to be sure that although Michael, Calum, and Luke are the triangle, Ashton is an equal part of their soulmate group. He doesn’t have the same history, but that doesn’t matter because it feels like he does.

Luke’s obsession with soulmate statistics is a convenient plot device and partially a result of his mom being a math teacher. Above all things, it’s a manifestation of his desire to be loved. The guy just wants to be loved!!! and he wants others to be loved, too!!!

This is by far my favorite fic that I’ve written. It’s not perfect (there are for sure two lines that I would change, and I think I could’ve done things differently with the very slight OCD I gave Michael that manifested in his hand washing), but I love it dearly. It’s the type of fic that I would’ve loved to read, and the response to it has been wonderful. Thank you to everyone who has read it and special shout out to everyone who has made it to the end of this very long director’s notes <3

#my writing #puzzle pieces #soulmate colors au #director's cut #y'all i love this fic i just really do idk what to say #i could've talked a little about the possibilities of a sequal #since i do have some ideas for one #but i don't have drive to write it right now #and idk if adding on would take away from the original #it wouldn't be michael's story anymore. i feel like puzzle pieces told that rather well #it would be ashton's story this time #anyway that's neither here nor there i have many other projects first

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thechildofstark · 3 years

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Fuck John Walker (and also some other stuff): A Response To Episode Four

WARNING: some bad language, death mentions, violence mentions, blood mentions, racism, spoilers for for ep 4 of tfatws

DISCLAMER: I have some Opinions about various characters. These do not extend to the actors, who I’m sure are lovely and should be treated with the dignity, privacy and respect that they deserve.

“Fuck John Walker” was originally meant to be the subtitle. I decided on it when he screwed up the op for Sam. It got ungraded during the final scene, because nothing else could possibly compare as a necessary title to this post.

Essentially, some (out of order) thoughts on episode 4:

~*Sam and Bucky, working together*~ (pretend this is a musical jingle)

The contrasting ways that they interacted with the displaced

While the incredibly valid argument can be made that Sam is the least privileged of the group (I’ve made it) it is obvious that he has had the most structured civilian life: approaching the people he comes across openly. Yes, he is polite and calm, but the closest thing to this he has personally come across in the past (that we know of) would be the war vets he worked with and the critical difference is that they wanted to be there. From what I remember of Sam’s groups they didn’t seem to be a sort of mandatory requirement: you came because you chose to. Or at least, you came prepared for the situation. Here, Sam is an outsider and an unwelcome threat. These people are not going to open up to him.

Bucky is quieter, but still quite straight forward in the way he presents himself. I think he may show a little more care for the environment he is in than Sam but that isn’t saying much. Yes, he has experienced much worse things than Sam but we still see his unfamiliarity with this sort of situation paired with some less than stellar social skills really not working in his favor.

Look, I love both these 2 to death. But this is not what they know.

Zemo on the other hand quite likely lived in a place similar to this after his family was murdered. He shows an understanding of how this sort of situation would work, going to children who:

a) wont necessarily peg him as an outsider

b) are bribable

also I think he was genuinely super glad to give those kids that candy and money. He would have been such a good dad. now I have Zemo feels. somebody help me.

The inclusion of the Dora Milaje was incredibly awesome, and not just because I simp for powerful women. Narratively, this was the perfect place for them to join the party and assert their right to apprehend Zemo.

Bucky speaking Xhosa (i think it was?) is very cool

I would like to take this moment to formally state that Caption John Walker is a motherfucking asshole.

It was also really nice to see Sam’s therapist skills, that worked against him earlier really help him here.

I liked seeing that more human side of Karli, and having her interact with the “enemy” and have serious conversation about what everyone is doing.

Until Captain Insecurity has to destroy the op because he doesn’t trust the people he chose to work with, no one has comms or anything I guess?

Also Walker deferring to Bucky for team decisions over Sam, talking over Sam and acting like he knows better than Sam?

I smell racism in this Chili’s tonight

It was also really interesting to get a more in-depth look at how Zemo views supersoldiers. Nearly all the ones that he has either heard of or interacted with (destroyed) had either volunteered for the serum or were so brainwashed that it didn’t make a difference. These people are a dangerous enemy to be eliminated, alongside people like Dr. Nagel. His entire worldview is focused on their destruction that the idea that one of them could be a normal person is impossible to him. The only exceptions acknowledged are Steve (paragon of saintly virtue) and Bucky.

And the fact that after his family died and his country devastated he would most likely have fixated on both the Avengers and the “concept” of a superhuman being as something to blame for his loss. His refusal to concede his position to Sam isn’t just arrogance, although that seems to be a part of it, but the fact that he has spent so much time and energy in destroying both the Winter Soldier program and most likely other similar operations, along with the Avengers that this hatred and belief in the danger has most likely become one of his core beliefs. To change this would be to question his vendetta against the Avengers, to question his actions against the Winter Soldier program which he knows was a horrible thing, and to question why he has spent the past seven years in maximum security prison. This isn’t something he is ready to do yet.

The fact that Bucky is a noted exception is something that stands out to me. Zemo knows that Bucky is a good person, regardless of the serum.

Bucky is also the only main character (that I can think of) that was injected with the serum against his will. The fact that he didn’t seek it out could quite likely be part of the reason that Zemo doesn’t look down on him for it - it is framed that the sort of person that seeks out that sort of strength/power would be a “supremacist”, someone who would use their abilities to harm and subjugate others.

And while we are at the apartment may I say how funny it is to see Zemo just. Literally being Sam and Bucky’s sugar daddy. He transports them and houses them and makes them fancy tea. It’s possible he’s providing them with clothes. Either way, love it. Cannot wait for the boys to work it out.

Sam and Lemar’s responses to being offered the serum are an interesting juxtaposition to how they view the concept of supersoldiers. They have both experienced hardship and survived war but Sam is the one that has gone up against Gods and monsters and he wants none of that, thank you.

And Lemar is so comfortable with saying yes because it isn’t actually being offered to him. Walker expresses some hesitation in their discussion because for him, it isn’t hypothetical. This is something real that can and will effect him for the rest of his life and he wants to make the “right decision”.

The return of Erskine’s belief that the serum not only effect the physical but the mental, emotional and (possibly?) spiritual. This isn’t something that’s really been touched on outside of The First Avenger and I liked that it turned up here. But the fact that it was the reason Walker felt comfortable taking the serum? Eww

The Dora Milaje kicking names and taking ass is super awesome. They are so incredibly skilled and have such amazing teamwork and are also super beautiful I love them

Sam and Bucky just. Watching. Enjoying the show. Absolute kings.

Zemo being the sneaky little sneak that he is :)

One one hand, Bucky losing his arm in the fight was very awesome. One the other hand, he has a long history of complicated bodily autonomy in relation to that arm so........ Neutral opinion it is then

Karli, honey, I really want to like you but can you please keep the mans family out of it. Okay?

And another thing that this show made me think about: kids left to fend for themselves after the Blip (uuuurrrggh it hate calling it that. stupid canonical name). I think it’s good that at least some people took it on themselves to take these children in, to give them good lives and families.

The way that Sam has incorporated his wings into his combat style is very cool

Okie dokie can’t avoid it forever lets get this over with.

LEMAR MY BEAUTIFUL SON NOOOO

those fuckers (the writers i mean)

Side note: did they really have to make the first main character death of the series a Black “sidekick” character? No. No they did not.

Side side note: I understand that this is a perfectly valid way (ew) to “advance the plot” but I can and will be annoyed about it

And now we really get into the shit. But...........................

As much as I absolutely unequivocally hate John Walker I actually like the thematic parallels of how they did this. All throughout The First Avenger Steve is adamant on how he doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he just wants to stand up to the bullies. It’s only after Bucky dies that he says he wants to kill all the Nazis and really get into the horror of it all. The fact that John, who has absolutely been on the edge for the entire episode if not longer, only loses it after Lemar dies?

Because Lemar is arguably meant to be that stand-in for Bucky in the eyes of the public, and they are obviously close friends..........

Just -

I feel I may have accidentally been slightly nicer than I planned to Walker in this post. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

But C****** J*** W****** is NOT Captain America. Up until now I’ve been calling him “Fake Cap” in my head and to my family, but he doesn’t even deserve that honor.

And the blood on the Shield. Dear god that was horrible.

And the fact that, as it was pointed out in this very episode, this man fully represents everything that is Captain America, to the world. He isn’t only tarnishing his own legacy, he is also destroying Steve’s. And to some extent, Bucky’s. The whole reason that Bucky Barnes is considered a “Superhero” is because, at least in America he is known as “Cap’s Best Friend”. He was marketed that way for over half a century, and after the whole “Winter Solder” thing, goodwill or no, brainwashing or no, this could end very ugly for him. Not to mention that Steve Rogers is most likely to be forgotten to history in favor of this freak.

And on that note, where the fuck is Steve? This is set only 6 months after Endgame, if he had died we would know. So what the hell is he doing? Because I know he got perpetual brainrot going back in time to be str8 and boring but dear god if the show tries to tell me that he’s just chilling in some senior’s center in Alaska I will actually call bullshit. Steve Rogers would never. Okay this is a whole separate post on my thought on Steve. Watch this space I guess.

And while we’re all here, Bucky Barnes needs a goddamn boyfriend. I’ve done some thinking, and here is a compiled shortlist:

Sam

Zemo

De-aged Steve (he would be higher but I’m still mad at him for the whole “vanishing without a word to relive Jim Crow and the Lavender Scare. :/ )

IN THAT ORDER.

That’s all folks.

Feel free to send me asks if you want clarification or extra details on anything.

And finally -

the thing we all came to see:

FUCK

JOHN

WALKER

fin

#john walker #steve rogers #captain america #sam wilson #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #zemo #tfatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #karli morgenthau #dora milaje #tw blood #tw violence #tw death #cw racism #thats all folks

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nothinggold13 · 4 years

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Peter As Spring

An Explanation/Defense.

I’ve noticed that most people, when comparing the Pevensie children to the seasons, think of Lucy as Spring & Peter as Summer. And, with their reasoning, I can easily see how Lucy could be spring. She definitely embodies the youthfulness & hope & light & growth we associate with the season. But I cannot, for the life of me, see how Peter is summer; especially not when that means he is somehow more summery than Lucy is.

I mean, summer is HEAT. It’s sunlight and everything is deeply alive. It’s openness and freedom. And while Peter is kind, and warm, and wise, the qualities that make summer what it is are much more suited to Lucy. In fact, in the books, it is Lucy who - at the name of Aslan - “got the feeling you have when [...] it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.” Lucy is already associated with summer.

But what makes Peter spring, specifically? [There is a TL;DR at the bottom if you don’t care for my rambling about my points.]

Often the focus is put on the latter half of spring; the part when everything begins blooming & it becomes warm. But where I’m from, spring is a fickle season. Spring is about the melting snow, long before it is about anything growing... and just because everything has become green does not mean it won’t snow again. So in my eyes, spring is not about warmth & blooming so much as it is about becoming warm, and new growth. It’s about the first shoots of hope pushing through the earth, not about a hope that is steady and strong. It is about the fear of cold, but coming up anyways; courage in spite of everything. It’s about letting go of your inhibitions or fear or complacency and letting yourself begin to bloom. Spring means something is beginning.

This is Peter.

He’s not hot-headed; he doesn’t lose his temper easily. He’s a warm person, sure, but summer isn’t just warmth; it’s heat. While Lucy is ready to fly off the handle often, especially in PC, Peter acts as a peacemaker. A mediator. Someone in between.

Peter does not believe in Narnia at first, but before he sees it, he becomes open to the idea, due to his conversation with Professor Kirke. While he may not yet believe, he is willing to let some light in.

Peter is known for showing courage even when he is afraid, and making himself do what is needed, even when he doesn’t want to: “[He] did not feel very brave; [...] but that made no difference to what he had to do.”

And yet, for all his growth in LWW, he still doubts & hesitates in PC. He doesn’t see Aslan when Lucy says he is there, though he still “stares his eyes sore” & hopes she is right. But it’s a fickle hope. He doesn’t hang his decision upon it.

I want to discuss a headcanon, now, which is that Peter struggles with mild depression, as well as how this further makes me associate Peter with spring. I will share a few quotes from various fanfictions I have written and explain their context here:

“Then when the cold made Peter feel frozen with fear and regret, he'd spend his time at home next to a roaring fire, which promised him that they would have spring again. After all, Peter always felt more like a king during the spring.” This is from the very first Narnia fanfiction I wrote, “Always Winter.” This moment cemented the symbolism in my head. Peter feels more like a king in spring, because that’s when he was crowned. Spring makes him feel light & young again. Spring allows him to breathe.

“It was one of the first flowers of the spring: the spring that conquered always-winter: the spring that conquered death. And in his mind, the primrose was a reminder of Aslan: of his strength, of his impossibility, and yet of his steadfastness. It was He, after all, who conquered winter. It was He who brought spring again.” In this fic, “Poppies & Primroses,” I once again considered Peter & his relationship with spring.

“In the daylight, with his friends and family close, he was happy. In the evening, surrounded by friendly conversation and high spirits, he was happy. In the spring, under beautiful skies and atop fresh grass, he was happy. Peter loved Narnia. He loved his people, and his country, and Aslan, and being a king. He had to be happy. How could he not be happy?” This fic, titled “Happier,” was written entirely about Peter’s depression. Like I said, I believe it’s a mild depression, and it comes and goes. Canonically, Edmund is “graver and quieter” than Peter, so we know Peter is not melancholy 24/7. But there is still a weight under that happiness, which will be read next.

“He blamed a lot of things, like his age, and his worries, and his memories, and battles, and wounds; and in a way he was right. But he didn't know that years of battles and bloodshed left scars he couldn't see. The insignificance came and went, as he gathered with family and friends, and as he prayed, to the point he sometimes wondered if he even felt it at all. But sometimes he still felt like nothing. Sometimes he felt like stone.” This, also from “Happier,” is where I introduced the depression specifically. Sometimes Peter felt heavy, for reasons he didn’t understand. (We don’t know enough about Peter during the Golden Age to say this cannot be true. So while it is definitely a headcanon, and thus not necessarily true to the books, I do believe it makes good sense for his character.)

“When Peter hit the floor of the spare room, he felt the change instantly: a weight gone, a cloud lifted. He assumed it came with his youth that he loved to move again, and that he never seemed to get tired the way he used to. He never felt nothingness again. The battle scars he'd received, and the facial hair he'd grown, had faded away on his journey out the wardrobe, and for quite a while he didn't realize that the illness in his mind had been erased, too.” THIS is where my headcanon differs from many others: yes, Peter struggled with mental illness, but it changed with the rest of him when he came back out of the wardrobe at the end of the Golden Age. (The reasoning for this is worth another post, probably. In essence, I believe Peter was meant to be in England more than Narnia - Magnificent King though he was. Obviously they all were, but Peter especially. Narnia helped him begin to grow, but he needed England more in the long run.) Although, I should mention that with a couple other headcanons I have running through my head now, I do believe it’s possible the depression returned when Peter was in his 20′s or so.

“For a moment, just a moment, Peter did not believe in ending worlds. He believed only that there would be spring again.” From “A Reflection of Closed Doors,” a fic which is very fundamental to my vision of Peter Pevensie. Once again I attribute the quote “we shall have spring again” to Peter. The fic also compares Peter to closed doors; the idea that he is always in between, and never fully where he wants to be. This fits with the idea that spring is the beginning (and yet also the ending), rather than being fully self-sufficient. It’s always either looking ahead or looking back.

“He didn't know whether she pretended, or whether her hope was genuine, but he wanted - needed - to believe it was the latter. [...] Wherever Peter's faith rested, hope had been built shakily on top of it, shifting with the wind, and sometimes blowing away completely.” This comes from “Lessons Never Learned,” which is largely from Peter’s perspective, but is centered around both he and Lucy. I suppose this isn’t necessarily evidence I’ve written of his depression, but it is about his heaviness & fickle hope.

“When Peter held Rhindon he was reminded of easier days. The sword was lighter than he remembered, but it was perfect for his hands. His childhood came back to him. For the first time in a long time, to be a king was to be a kid again. The magic began anew; a game and an adventure all at once; a renewed belief in heroes.” Also from “Lessons Never Learned,” this goes along with the quote from “Happier” about him finding his light again after leaving Narnia at the end of LWW. Even when he goes back in PC, he is lighter than he used to be, and that’s important. He is able to grow again, now that, so to speak, the snow has melted.

“But kings rarely begin and end with a single conquest; battle follows battle when the world is new and the winter still looms overhead. Over time Peter lost that faith that he would make it home, in fact, he began to expect the opposite. And worse than that, it wasn’t long until he didn’t fear it.” This is from an unpublished fic, which I kind of like, but also worry is too morbid. That being said, it definitely drives home the idea that Peter is depressed. I do not believe he wants to die, by any means. But, at his lowest, he also feels passive about it. Peter fully expects to die in battle, and this thought doesn’t bother him... at least, not much.

The point of those examples is that I believe Peter is constantly moving in and out of the symbolic “cold” or “winter.” Peter does not always feel warm and alive and joyful and free. He often feels heavy. He also NEEDS hope more than the others do, in his way. He often feels hopeless, but he seeks it desperately.

TL;DR -- Spring represents fickleness, both retreating cold & growing warmth, new bursts of life and hope, becoming rather than being, and beautiful new beginnings. Peter has hope but doubts it, often feels “cold” but moves towards the light, acts with courage even when he does not feel brave, and is always growing in life, hope, faith, joy, bravery, and wisdom. Peter is always finding new beginnings. Peter is spring.

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #narnia headcanon #peter pevensie #someone on ig asked for my reasoning #guess what #I've got a heck ton of reasoning

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taegris · 5 years

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Prompt: “When you offered me apple cider I assumed it wasn’t going to be spiked. Now I’m trashed at our local fall festival and you have to take care of me, which I’m not necessarily mad about since you’re gorgeous and all of that.”

A part of the Falling in Love project by @btswriterscollective

in collaboration with @jkeuphoriadreamland and @ddaengyoonmin. Please go check out their works, I will have them linked below!

original introduction by @jkeuphoriadreamland

tags: smut, fluff, awkward Jungkook, dom!Jungkook, oral (fem receiving), accidental consumption of alcohol, praise kink, choking. oneshot.

word count: 5.9k

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“I just don’t get why we have to be in charge of the booth! I mean, who even stops to get cider when there’s all kinds of rides and games and shit to choose from.” Jungkook grumbles, mostly to himself as he turns to sit on a patch of grass by Yoongi’s feet.

“Come on, Jungkook. We only have to do it a couple of hours and then we’re free to go. You can still do all of that later, alright?” Jin says, pleading for Jungkook to stop whining about the damn booth already, setting up the cider in a row on the table in front of their humble stand.

Somehow Jin had signed himself and the rest of his frat buddies up to be in charge of a booth for the University’s Annual Fall Festival. Each fraternity was in charge of deciding what to sell at their own booth, but since Jin was the only one that showed up at the meeting, he alone chose their fate.

“I just don’t understand what was going through your mind, Jin. Why Cider?” Jimin laughs.

_____

“I don’t know, why was I the only one at the meeting? Huh??” Jin questions, defensive. They all fall silent, staring at the ground. “Listen, whatever we sell, we get a percentage of the profit for our frat. Imagine all the soju we can buy! Yeah? Now quit complaining and start selling some cider before I kick your collective asses.” He shoots a pointed look at Jungkook, who sulks further on the ground.

“Yah! Where are you going?” Jin shouts to Namjoon, who’s walking away from the stand.

“Publicity!” Namjoon yells behind his shoulder, not bothering to turn around.

“Yeah, THAT’S the spirit!” Jin grins. Namjoon offers a lazy thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd. Jin claps his hands together before collecting the paper straws and throwing them into a mason jar on the counter. “Everybody else, let’s get to work!”

Yoongi and Jungkook don’t move a muscle from their spot by the lawn chairs, the rest of the boys moving around them and setting up. Jungkook can already feel the long evening before him. He groans, and Yoongi nods in agreement.

____________

Jungkook doesn’t know how long he spaced for, but the next thing he knows, the sky has darkened, the boys are playing beerless beer pong, and Yoongi is wheezing, tears streaming out of his face, at something Jin did.

“Hyung, I’m going out to see if I can find any customers. Have fun.” Taehyung says, walking into the crowd.

Jungkook can’t help but be jealous of the man. He escaped. Jungkook sulks again, feeling the pull of the outside world. He knows he’d rather be doing ANYTHING else, like eating funnel cake, or playing the new mobile VR setup at the other end. Ah, the VR system… Jungkook decides he can’t take it anymore. He’s got to get away. He looks around and sees everyone distracted, Jin attempting to dance to the university’s fight song and the rest singing and laughing around him. Jungkook starts backing up, still crouched on the ground, inching his way out of the booth, before his back hits something. He freezes, dread filling him, and turns to catch eye contact with Yoongi. There’s a moment before either do anything, where Jungkook just stares sheepishly at his hyung, praying for the best, but the moment is broken with a motion from Yoongi to leave, a small smile on his face. Jungkook’s face brightens and he sneaks out before the last verse of the fight song is finished, flashing Yoongi a grateful look and fleeing the booth at last.

Jungkook ventures past the concession area into the games, marveling at the booths. Ring Toss, apple bobbing, henna tattooing, various vendors, and lots of shouting. He grins, the rumble of a crowd turning into white noise. He’s always enjoyed carnivals and festivals and the like; there’s something about the mass amount of people that feels like comfort. Everyone’s doing their own thing, talking amongst themselves, too focused on their caramel apples and Ferris wheels to worry about what others are doing. It’s a special kind of solitude that Jungkook has always been drawn to.

Jungkook spots a far too familiar silhouette in the distance by a game of Darts, and he tenses. Taehyung’s talking to a potential customer, his hand on his neck, obviously using his charms to sell faster. Jungkook had to admit that Taehyung has always been good at this, reeling people into all of the games and activities the frat hosts. His charisma is not something to be ignored. Luckily for Jungkook though, that means that Taehyung’s focus is entirely on the girl before him now, which means an escape route for Jungkook. Hope is not lost! He sends a quick thank you to the skies before quickly slipping past the two of them, integrating into the crowd of people moving on to the carnival rides. He can’t help but grin at his success.

Jungkook only walks a moment before the festival grounds widen, and the crowd of people disperses, leaving Jungkook standing alone in the middle of the carnival rides. He scans the area, looking for the VR setup. He looks past the Ferris wheel, carousel, Zipper, and bumper cars, before he spots it between two photo booths, but something else catches his eye before he can walk in that direction.

A funhouse sits in the center of everything, illustrations of bananas and monkeys and tropical trees scattered across the surface. The sign above says “Monkey Maze” in reflective mirrored lettering, shining with the lights of the carousel across from it. It plays its own music, almost seeming like its own world in the middle of all of this. College kids can be heard from inside, rambunctious laughter and shouts echoing off of the mirrored walls. Jungkook takes a step toward it, intrigued. That is, until he spots Namjoon.

Namjoon is stood in the center of it all, talking to every person that gives him a second of their day, trying his damndest to get customers to come to their booth across the festival. A shot of fear along with a small pang of guilt shoots through Jungkook, and he darts behind the closest object. It’s a trash can, surprisingly well kept. Jungkook’s breathing is rapid, but starts to slow as soon as there’s no way his hyung can spot him, and he starts to think of an escape plan. He just has to wait until someone talks to Namjoon a bit longer, possibly having some interest in the booth, so Namjoon is too focused to spot Jungkook dart across to the VR set directly across. If he can get there, he’s safe. Right? Jungkook decides he might need a better plan. He slowly looks back towards Namjoon, peeking out from the side of the trash can, trying his best to stay hidden. However, when he spots Namjoon, he notices he’s occupied. Someone’s already talking to him, and seems to have captured his full attention. His smile is brighter than normal, his eyes lighting up with interest. Jungkook can’t help but smile as he wonders if Namjoon is interested in more than selling cider to this girl. He’ll have to ask about it later. For now though, he’s found his opening. Namjoon and the girl walk back in the direction of the cider booth, which will give Jungkook enough time to-

“What are you doing?”

Jungkook snaps his head up and whips around, coming face to face with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and a shot of electricity courses through him. It’s literally like the movies, he can’t help but think. He can’t feel his face. Like, he knows that doesn’t make sense, but it’s like everything in his body froze, and he can’t move. His eyes are wide as he stares at you, trying desperately to come up with what to say. Namjoon would know what to say. WWND; what would Namjoon do? Probably say hi, for starters. Maybe smoothly talk about his rapping skills and invite her to karaoke, or-

“Hello?” You say, cocking your head to the side. “You alive?”

“Yeah!” Jungkook croaks out, the words sounding like they were squeezed from an empty ketchup bottle.

“You know you look like a fucking creep, right?”

“Wha-“

“You’re huddled by a trash can. Watching kids play games.”

Jungkook is fucking horrified.

“NO-I just- I was hiding!!!!”

“...from?”

Jungkook whips around to point at Namjoon, but he’s long disappeared, leaving Jungkook without an excuse.

“Uh-“

“Let me guess; they’re gone?”

Jungkook nods, looking at the ground. Then, he hears the prettiest sound; you’re laughing, loudly, and like you don’t care if anyone hears. It does something to him he can’t describe. The best he can come up with is that he feels warm; cider filling his veins. When he glances up again, your eyes are crinkled in the corners, a small dimple forming at the side of your mouth. God, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Yeah, okay, well you should probably stand up then.”

“Ah-right.” Jungkook stands, but too fast, and he sees stars. He feels your hands bracing him, holding his arm and torso to keep him steady.

“You okay?” You ask, genuine concern across your features, before you quickly let go and brush your hands nervously across your thighs, looking back down at your feet.

“Huh-yeah! I’m good.” Jungkook says, punctuating with a small cough. Your laugh is more nervous this time, quieter. He wants to hear the other laugh again.

“Well, bye, I guess.” you say, backing up, a small smile playing on your features as you turn around and face the crowd. You turn again when you feel Jungkook’s hand around your bicep, a question on your lips. To be honest, Jungkook doesn’t have the answer. He doesn’t remember reaching for you, although he is glad he did. But you look kinda confused and you already think he’s crazy so maybe he should say something? Yeah, probably.

“Do you like cider?” he blurts out.

“As a matter of fact, I do. Why do you ask? You say, stepping out of his grasp. He retracts his hand, looking you in the eyes.

“Uh, my fratmates and I? We’re selling this cider, to raise funds for future events. If you want, I can take you to the booth?”

You look at him, a smile forming on your lips but uncertainty in your eyes.

“I could get you a free glass!” he smiles brightly, holding his breath.

“Mm… okay, well I can’t say no to free.” you say, and he grins, turning towards the direction of the booth. “Even if you’re a creep.”

He whips around to look at you, stunned, his face painting the horror he feels. "I SWEAR-”

And there it is again, a laugh that sings loud for all the world to hear. He feels the tension leave his shoulders as he smiles again.

“Haha, very funny.” He says, shaking his head and leading you towards the booth.

“Hey, what’s your name?” you call to him.

“Oh, sorry! It’s Jungkook.”

You smile at him.

“Well, Jungkook, I better like this cider.”

“You will!” He says, grinning. “I’m sure of it!”

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From the first drink of the cider, you can tell something is wrong. It tastes slightly...what’s the word….bitter? Maybe the cider was left in the sun or something?

“So, what’s in the cider?” you ask, staring into the cup.

“Apples, cinnamon, nutmeg..” he trails off, trying to remember the rest.

“Alcohol of any sort?” you ask, looking at him. His face contorts with confusion.

“No, we couldn’t do that because of the regulations of the booth.”

“Oh.” now you’re just as confused as he is.

“It’s handmade, though. I had a few glasses earlier in the day when we first opened. It doesn’t taste like storebought, it’s not as sweet, but I hope it’s still okay?”

“No! No don’t worry, it’s really good, it’s just not what I expected.” you chug the rest of the glass. “Can I have another?”

Turns out another was a bad idea. You’re at the end of your cider and in the middle of Jungkook’s story about Namjoon accidentally releasing a crab in the common area when you feel it. Your body suddenly feels slow, your thinking slightly swayed, and you know you’re tipsy.

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook asks, concern on his features as he bends near you. Your hand stops him by the shoulder, giggles rising in your throat.

“Oh my god, you’re so close.” You say in a slight whisper, nose crinkling as you giggle.

Jungkook is genuinely confused by this. He squints at you for a second before his head tilts to the right.

“What?”

“Hey, uh...?”

“Jungkook.”

“Oh yeah, you told me that earlier, huh!”

“Yes, I did.”

“I forgot.”

“What were you going to say?”

“Oh right. I think I’m a bit tipsy?”

His face drops, and you can’t help but laugh.

“No, seriously, can you taste the cider?”

He quickly gets up and drinks a bit. He feels a bit of warmth in his chest, a warmth he knows isn’t from the temperature of the drink. His heart drops.

“Oh my god Y/N, I am so sorry, I swear to god I didn’t do this on purpose.” the panic in his eyes is telling enough for you.

“Don’t worry! I believe you!” you laugh, smiling at him extra hard so he knows you mean it. You see him relax, and it’s just as cute as before.

“You do?”

“Yeah! I mean, when you offered me cider I kinda assumed it wasn’t gonna be spiked. But! You didn’t mean to! So it’s okay!” You’re trying your best to comfort him, but he still seems like he feels guilty. “But now you gotta take care of me, okay? Deal?”

He cracks a small smile at that.

“Deal.”

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Four cups of water and a few hours later, Jungkook can tell that you’re feeling like you again. Thank god. He truly doesn’t know who could have possibly thought of the fucking TERRIBLE idea of spiking the GOD DAMN APPLE CIDER THEY’RE SELLING but he’s going to kick some fucking ASS as soon as he finds out.

“And then she screamed, so I had to chase a god damn spider across the house and find it to release outside so she’d stop freaking out.” You’re laughing, sitting back against the back of the counter, recounting a story about you and your roommate, which he’s only half listening to. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he’s trying hard to stay focused on you, but he keeps getting distracted. Your hair will fall in front of your eyes, or you’ll rub your hands together, or you’ll shift, and suddenly he’s focused on how relaxed you seem around him, how easy it was to talk to him and open up. He’s both jealous and entranced by you, and it’s intoxicating. He’s sure if anyone heard his thoughts they’d all call bullshit, but he can’t help but to feel as though he’s finally feeling what his hyungs have only been able to describe to him, feeling what the movies and poems and literature all talk about. The more he learns about you, the more he wants to learn about you. A smile pulls at his features as he hears you talk about another incident in which you embarrassed yourself, saying a name wrong on an order in the coffee shop you work at. The blush on your cheeks is so cute, he thinks.

“Jungkook!”

The shout from across the way startles Jungkook, and dread seeps into his veins. Namjoon was on his way back.

“We gotta clean up, man! Start packing up!”

“Shit!” Jungkook whispers, ducking further behind the counter, praying he isn’t seen.

“Who’s that?” you ask, looking to him.

“Namjoon, I guess we’re packing up.” “And I’m guessing you don’t want to pack up?” “Not at all.” He looks at you, a small pang of sadness piercing him as he looks at you. This might be goodbye.

“Then don’t.” you say, a playful look in your eye. He tilts his head in confusion. “Follow me, okay?” He doesn’t have time to argue as you drag him with you, darting across and away from the cider booth. He can’t help but laugh as he sprints across the festival with you, the place barren of people now in the dead of night.

All of the booths are shutting down now, people packing their trucks and cars with tents and tarps and tables. However, the rides still light up the sky in brilliant colors. Jungkook sighs a little at the sight before he feels your pull to the left.

You both now face the Monkey Maze, blindingly bright against the stars, neon greens and yellows searing into your corneas. You pull at his hand and loop you both around the back.

“The Monkey Maze?” Jungkook smiles, a question on his lips.

“Well, we need a place to hide, funhouses happen to be my favorite attraction, and it’s supposedly out of order today. So, we’re sneaking in.” “We’re sneaking in?”

“Jungkook??” Taehyung calls, and Namjoon closely follows.

“Okay, we’re sneaking in,” Jungkook says with a curt nod, before opening the back entrance.

Inside, the colored lights are still on in the mirrored maze, reflecting reds and blues on your features. You slow down as your hand reaches a dead end in the maze.

“Ah, fuck. I was never good at these.” You frown. His laugh bounces off of the walls.

“Me either.”

“Let’s stop a bit?” You say, your breath a bit ragged. He nods, leaning against the mirrored wall.

“Thank you.” You say, looking at the ground. He looks up, confused.

“For?”

“For taking care of me.” You smile.

“It’s the least I could do, really. Thank you for saving me from booth cleanup. I’m sorry I even dragged you into all this.”

“Yeah, drugging me after I catch you creepin’ on children at a festival? So not cool.”

He smacks your arm playfully, and that true laugh of yours bounces around the walls, singing around his frame. His heart feels a bit lighter.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute.” You say, taking in his features.

Its silent for a moment after that, both of your hearts pounding. He’s trying desperately to think of what to say. He wishes he could hear you talk for hours, but he doesn’t know what questions to ask. Honestly, more than anything, he wants to know what you’re thinking. He looks at your reflection in the mirror, searching for those answers he’s looking for.

Your gaze meets his in the mirror, a silent question in your eyes. He isn’t exactly sure what you’re asking, but he knows his breathing stops for a moment as he scans your features.

His answer is found in the form of your lips on his, a gentle caress of his face, a tender touch bringing him closer to you. He gasps into your touch, tension leaving his body entirely, until suddenly he stiffens, pulling away from you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, hesitance in your words.

“Are you sober?” He asks, leaning down to meet your gaze.

“Yes.” you say, smiling.

“Are you sure?” He questions, scanning your face for anything that could say otherwise.

“I promise you, I am.” You say, meeting his eyes in earnest. He breathes a sigh of relief before kissing you again, a sense of urgency behind it, as if he’s been holding back. You smile into the kiss, and so he smiles too, and then he relaxes once more. Something about this exchange brings confidence in him that he hadn’t felt before this moment and he lifts you up, pressing your back against the mirror behind you and wrapping your legs around his torso, allowing this position to get closer to your body as he trails his kisses downward. His mind is buzzing as he feels you against him, never wanting this to end, just wanting to get closer and closer. He kisses your neck, a small press of his tongue against your pulse point before his lips kiss the skin under his touch, his teeth graze your neck as he moves towards your ear to speak to you.

“Is this okay?” he says in a low register, his voice husky and soft all at the same time. You shudder.

“Yes, god, more than okay.” You manage, speaking as low as you can, your voice coming out in a shattered whisper. He smiles against your skin before trailing his kisses downward. His hands reach for your shirt hem, hesitating, and you quickly rip the material from your body, leaving yourself exposed to him. A small groan dies in the back of his throat as he visibly glitches.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn beautiful,” he says in a whisper, with so much sincerity that you tear up a little bit.

“Can I.. Can I go down on you?” he asks, a small voice that doesn’t match such a bold statement. To be honest, he’s never done this before. His other partners haven’t liked such a thing, so he’s never gotten a chance to try it. But he knows his hyungs like it, and he knows that he really fucking wants to. You nod with an urgency that excites him, and he grins. You grin back, a bit of nervousness in your eyes. Cute. He kisses your neck once more before lowering you back on your feet. You go to take your jeans off, but you’re fumbling, so he reaches forward to help you, pulling your jeans off, hooking your underwear at the same time. You blush as you step out of your jeans.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. Cute. He offers a nod in return before returning to kissing you, pressing your body against the mirror and kissing down your chest. You buck into his touch, which only encourages him forward. He grabs behind your thighs and picks you up before pulling you to him, setting your thighs roughly on his shoulders before he starts kissing, inner thighs covered in his touch. He can tell he’s doing okay by the way you gasp into his touch, pulling him closer to you by his hair. His brain has effectively shut down, unnecessary thoughts and concerns and anxieties muffled in the background, and he’s able to focus on you, on the way you quiver under his touch, on the way your thigh curves so delicately, on the way your hips have small dents and stretch marks that wrap around towards your navel, on the way that you’re dripping, waiting for his tongue.

Fuck.

He shudders before following his desire, kissing right above your clit, before licking a stripe into your folds. You moan against his touch, tension releasing from your thighs as you trust his grip. He’s lost for a minute in your taste, lust overtaking his mind for the moment, and a soft moan rumbles in his chest. He holds you steady, his hands gripping your thighs, as he gets to work, taking his time as he finds out how you tick. Less here, more here, and definitely more there. His favorite reaction is when he dips his tongue beyond your folds, reaching as far as he can inside of you, pressing his face into your cunt, and you shudder under his touch, your moan drawn out and low in register. He stays there for a moment, fingers digging into your thighs as he strokes you with his tongue, keeping you from moving away from his grip. He then moves back up to your clit, gentle but targeted strokes of his tongue against you as you squirm, getting closer to coming. He moves between the two for a while, gauging what you want based on how you move under his tongue.

“F-fuck- Jungkook, I’m going to come-” You breathe out, voice rising to a whine at that end. And damn, that’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He moans against you, lapping at your clit, then moves down, licking a stripe down your folds before eating you out, pressing his face against you and pulling you closer to him, thighs now clasping around his head as you shake against him. His nose brushes against your clit as he continues to press his mouth against your folds and the stimulation becomes too much, your body shaking as you come on his tongue. Your grip loosens and then tightens on his hair, your thighs holding his head in place, and he shivers at the touch, cleaning you up with his tongue. Your body relaxes, bodyweight back on his shoulders as you drop your grip from his head, and he kisses down your thighs before meeting eye contact with you.

Your eyes are completely blown out, half-closed and gazing down at him, breathing heavy. Jungkook gulps, nearly choking on air.

“Let me down,” you say, a softness to your voice unfamiliar to him. So he does, lowering you from his shoulders. You kiss him once, slow and a bit sloppy, before you push him back. He inches backward on his knees until you’re satisfied and then watches as you bend for him, on your knees, ass up, your face resting on your forearms.

“Uh-wait-” he says, voice coming out slightly panicky. You shoot upright.

“Do you not want..?” You ask, concern etched to your features.

“No! I mean god, yes, but- just-” he rips off his shirt and gestures for you to move. You inch over a bit and he sets his shirt down, spreading it out for you.

“There,” he says, looking down. “It’s dirty.” he offers, blushing a little. You smile softly.

“Thank you,” you say, moving onto the shirt. He smiles a bit, a nervous breath leaving him.

“Um-I don’t have protection with me, uh..” he starts to panic, patting his pockets for his wallet, which he left at the FUCKING booth, god damn it-

“I do,” you say, pulling a condom from your pocket. “They were handing these out for free, so…”

There’s silence for a moment.

“God bless sex ed tents.”

You laugh, his absurdly serious response taking you off guard, and he can’t help but laugh too before taking the condom and tearing the package. He holds it in his teeth while he scoots closer to you, then rolls his jeans off, exposing himself to you. He doesn’t miss the sharp intake of breath as you take him in. He feels a puff of pride settle into his posture and he smirks, taking the condom and rolling it onto his dick. When he looks up, you’re kissing him again, pressing your body to his. It only takes him a moment to react, hands reaching for your waist and pulling you closer. He cradles the back of your head with his hand, holding you close to him, taking in the feeling of being with you. You break the kiss, giggling, and then bend for him again. He takes a moment to take you in, the curve of your spine, the way you’re waiting so eager for him. He’s stunned, at a loss for words.

“Hey, Jungkook?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

“Right.”

He grips your hips and pulls himself closer to you, the gasp that leaves your body only egging him on. He pushes his dick into you, slowly, glancing at you in the mirror, waiting for your reaction. It doesn’t disappoint him; you press back into him, eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook-” you gasp but he grips your hip and buries his dick in your throbbing pussy before you can finish your sentence, effectively cutting you off.

“What?” he says, breathy, but his crooked smile is telling that he’s feeling a bit cocky right now.

“Oh my god, just fuck me-” he interrupts again, pulling back just to slam into you again. A choked moan spills from your mouth.

“Fuck you? Like this?”

“f-Fuc-”

“Faster?” he says, slamming into you again, and then again, picking up his pace. Your breath hitches before you melt into his touch, resting your head on your forearms and arching your back further. You open your eyes to look to the right, seeing him pound into you in the mirror, his body outlined in dark crimson from the lights above. He sees this and makes eye contact with you in the mirror, sweat starting to build on his forehead. His hair curls a bit from the moisture, and he smiles in your direction. It’s a tainted smile, a smile you hadn’t seen from him before, and it stirs something within you.

“Talk to me, Y/N, is this what you want?” His breath is ragged now as he fights himself for the control he wants.

“Oh my- god-” He slams into you, harder than before, and grips your hair, pulling your head up near him. A choked moan falls from your mouth and he leans to your ear.

“What was that?” he says. You nod, and he smiles, his fingers letting go of your hair and wrapping around your neck, squeezing the sides.

“Good girl.” He whispers in your ear, and watches as the hair on your neck rises. You start to press back into him, and he moans, throwing his head back. When he looks back, he catches your gaze in the mirror in front of you both, and he groans at the sight. You look so fucked out, your hair disheveled and your eyes lit with lust. He pulls out, panting. You straighten and whip around, genuine anger in your eyes.

“What-WHY- I was-”

Jungkook kisses you deeply, hands going to your shoulders, and he starts to climb over you, straddling your body and lowering you slowly to the shirt underneath you.

“I just wanted to see you like this.” Jungkook says softly, breath fanning over your face, his eyes looking for any sign of discomfort. “Is this okay?”

You seem to be taken off guard, your features melting into a wide smile.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

He smiles and pushes into you again, the smile faltering on his features as he feels you around him once again. A moan falls from his lips and he buries his face in your neck for a moment as he finds momentum again. You buck under him, whispers and moans of encouragement spilling off of your tongue, and his confidence is back.

“You’re so good to me-god. So beautiful, So- so beautiful..” he mumbles, panting. He’s reaching his end.

“Oh my god-Jungkook, harder-”

You don't have to tell him twice. He lifts his head and pounds into you, reveling in your moans inches from his face, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He wraps his fingers around your throat and squeezes the sides. He shivers as a small smile plasters your face.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes..” you say through your teeth, panting heavily.

“You take me so well, Y/N, fuck, you’re such a good girl aren’t you?” he says, his voice leaving him, leaving behind ghosts of words that float off his tongue.

“For you,” you say, looking at him through half-closed eyes, a playful smile on your face.

Oh, he’s a goner.

He pulls pack and slams into you, picking up his pace, coming towards his end. He’s a bit sloppier now, but the pace is consistent enough, and you tumble over to your climax, gasping in air and eyes rolling back. He slows his pace as he watches you come undone underneath him, feeling you pulse around him, and finally relax, body melting into the floor underneath you, and he comes to his end, loosening his grip on your neck and biting onto your shoulder, moaning at his release. He pulls out gently, making sure he didn’t hurt you, and lays next to you, running his hands up and down your arm, hyper-focused on the way you relax under his touch.

It’s silent for a moment after, except for breaths echoing off of the mirrored walls of the funhouse. Then, your laugh, tired but still as bright as before. Jungkook laughs too.

“Damn,” you say, a smile permanently etched on your features. “That was fun.”

“Is that why they call it a funhouse?”

You smack his arm and he laughs harder.

Then, the lights go out. You gasp, and he fumbles for his phone.

He turns on the flashlight and starts scanning the floor for items, picking up your shirt and handing it to you. You only fumble for a second before you grab it, slipping it on. He grabs his shirt and puts it on too, brushing off the dirt from the ground, then tucks his shirt into his jeans. He then turns to you.

“I’m gonna say that’s our cue.”

You laugh and nod.

“I think you’re right.”

After running into the mirrors like eight times, you both step onto the grass and take off running to the end of the fairgrounds, seeing only what’s in the range Jungkook’s phone flashlight. When you stop, you’re both out of breath, gasping for air and laughing softly.

“Thank you, for tonight,” you say softly, a blush hinting at your cheeks.

“Does it just have to be tonight?” Jungkook says, concern furrowing his brows. It feels like forever until you answer.

“Well, it will be if you don’t ask for my phone number.”

“Ah. Hey, uh, Y/N, can I have-”

“God damn it, give me your phone.” You laugh. He hands it to you, scratching the back of his neck. You hand it back and kiss him gently.

“Walk me to my car?” You say, and he nods, taking your hand in his.

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“JUNGKOOOOOOOK!” Taehyung yells as soon as Jungkook opens the door. “Yo, did you hear Jin spiked the cider?”

“Jin?” Jungkook says, stopping dead in his tracks at the news.

He’s going to fucking kill the man.

“Yeah man! Guess he wanted us to have fun or something. It was a riot. We went to go tell you, but couldn’t find you. Where were you?”

“Uh… long story.” he says before he walks into the kitchen, unsure if he wants to share about you just yet. He’ll keep you to himself a little longer.

“Huh. yeah, guess we all had a day then.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook mumbles, more focused on pouring a glass of milk than Taehyung’s story. He puts the milk back in the fridge and starts to drink from the cup.

“Yeah, accidentally drugged a girl and everything.”

Jungkook chokes, sputtering milk on his socks.

“What?” he gasps out, wiping milk from his face.

“Long story.” he grins, his boxy smile infectious. “I’ll tell you later. Night!”

Taehyung goes to his bedroom, leaving a stunned Jungkook in the kitchen. He reaches for his phone, shaking his head.

Jungkook: Did you make it home safely?

Y/N: Yes, thank you <3

He smiles, a bit taken back by the heart. It’s probably harmless, but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t skip a beat.

Jungkook: I want to see you again.

Jungkook: Would you want to go on a date with me?

He sends it before he can second guess it. A few minutes go by, in which Jungkook paces the kitchen. The phone dings and he scrambles for it, looking at the screen.

Y/N: What are you doing tomorrow around 7?

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a/n: and that’s it! I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think.

Here are the other works in this group!

Wild Ride (Namjoon x Reader)

Spiked (Taehyung x Reader)

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canyouhearthelight · 4 years

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The Miys, Ch. 78

Okay, I checked. This is actually chapter 78 :)

Thank you, again, to @zommbiebro for the name of the colony. This will be way more important than people realize.

As runners-up, @baelpenrose and @iguessthisisme, thank you for the names of Else’s new habitats. While the reason isn’t given (you are free to mention them in the comments), they did rank as the runners-up.

I made an appointment with Miys to continue our talk about other species next week and sent messages requesting a small meeting in my office. When I arrived, Alistair already had everyone seated and was handing out drinks. Dropping into a chair, I grabbed the one Tyche passed me and took a deep sip, narrowly avoiding a sputter when I realized my coffee had at least one shot of whiskey in it. “Geez and fuck, Worthington, what are you trying to do to me?”

Taking the cup from me, he inhaled deeply before apologizing. “It was meant to be coffee with Irish crème, not Irish coffee.”

“Whatever, give it back.” Pinching the bridge of my nose to avoid the looks I was inevitably getting, I made a blind grabbing gesture with the other. “By the time this conversation is over, I may need this to be sans coffee.” I inhaled deeply before looking up. “We have a problem on the Ark.”

“That’s nothing new,” Tyche pointed out. Beside her, Antoine gave a regretful look of agreement along with an eloquent shrug.

Groaning, I arched an eyebrow at Arthur Farro, who sat across from Tyche, on my other side. “You see how often this kind of shit happens?” With that, I launched into what happened in the corridor with Miys, specifically the crowd of people plowing into us. When I finished, I held up a hand to stop the outpour of questions from Farro and focused on Antoine. “Can the update to receive proximity alarms be disabled?”

“In theory, yes,” he answered hesitantly. “But I’m uncertain if the entire implant would have to be disabled in order to do so.”

“Our hosts should be able to tell us if the implants can be turned off,” Alistair pointed out.

“Mmmmm… you would think so. But I asked, and apparently they didn’t even think we would be able to understand any of their technology, much less futz around with it on the scale needed to create the proximity alerts in the first place,” I explained.

Tyche nodded firmly. “That means we use our secret weapons.”

“Derek?” The question came from our resident former-warlord, who was still not used to our shorthand.

“And Zach to run herd on him,” I confirmed. “If we can determine whether it’s just the update or the entire implant that’s disabled, Derek can turn the right thing back on and lock user privileges down so they can’t be messed with again.”

Raising one hand for attention, Antoine ventured a point. “Are we - is the Council - okay with the ethics behind forcing people to use the translation implants?”

My head dropped heavily onto the tabletop. I hadn’t even thought about that, but he had a point.

“We can argue ethics later,” Tyche interjected. “First, we have Zach and Derek determine what part of it isn’t working. If it’s the update, there isn’t anything to worry about, since the Council already agreed that it was in the best interest of the ship as a whole to make the receiver software compulsory.”

Thank you, little sister. When I lifted my head after a silent prayer, I saw Farro giving Tyche an evaluating glance before turning to me. “So. Were these the same people you two mentioned at the dinner?”

“I think so.” Opening my datapad, I pulled up the questions he sent me. “So, on that note, since that’s why you’re here…. ‘How large are the groups?’ I would say three to seven people.” I tipped my hand back and forth in a vague gesture.

Tyche nodded. “I tend to watch my data pad as I walk but the groups aren’t too big. Five-ish? Sometimes more sometimes less? Not suspiciously big though, that I can say for sure.” She opened her own copy and tackled the next question. “Any frequent meetings...The clusters seem to be everywhere, but it's the whispering and watching that make me uncomfortable. I'm face-blind, though, so I couldn't tell you if these are the same groups.

“To be honest, meetings happen all the time on the Ark. Granted, there are generally fewer after the misunderstanding with Else - “ Alistair scoffed so hard I was worried for his sinuses, but I ignored him and plowed on. “but I would definitely say nothing overt enough to stand out.”

Before I could reference the next question, Farro pre-empted me. “Have you noticed people from these smaller groups interacting with each other? Or groups combining, mixing?”

I had to roll my eyes that one. “Dude. It’s literally my job to get people to interact, so the only answer you’re getting to that one is ‘all the damned time’.”

He turned to Tyche, eyes hopeful. She just gave him a smirk. “What do you get when you mix an elephant and a rhino?” When he looked perplexed at her non sequitur, she leaned forward. “Ellephino. Faceblind, remember?”

Scowling, he shook his head. “You handle staffing… how the hell do you do your job?”

"I do it damned well, if I do say so myself," she waved off his complaint. "Which I do. Voices, body language, key accessories... Been doing it my whole life."

“Fair,” he shrugged, seemingly satisfied. “Sophia, have you noticed if it’s always the same people who are clustered up?”

I couldn’t stop the groan that question elicited. “Arthur. There are over nine thousand people on this ship. It would be nearly impossible to be sure.”

He grumbled something about ‘no self preservation’ and ‘what happened to proper paranoia’ before asking the last question. “Please tell me someone at least noticed if they got noticeably quieter when any outsiders came near them?”

My sister and I exchanged glances before I responded. “Eyeah. Kind of why they stand out.”

How did Farro avoid getting dizzy when he rolled his eyes that hard?

Antoine cleared his throat, catching everyone’s attention. Leaning forward in his seat, he ran a tired hand through his hair. “Tyche mentioned these groups to me a few days ago. I’ve been keeping an eye out and while they aren’t the same groups, there are the same people with new groups, sometimes two at a time in the larger gatherings. Much like a very hushed spreading of word about….something. I have no idea what of course. I’m usually on my way to either medical or a client.”

“Wait,” I held my hand up for a moment. “Same people with new groups? What do you mean? Like, intermingling groups of these people?”

“Think of a social butterfly, but more secretive. There are some I recognize from other groups, but surrounded by different faces. Mingling but spookier.”

Tyche nearly choked on her drink. “You’ve been around me too much. ‘Mingling but spookier.’”

“At least someone noticed something useful,” Farro grumbled.

“Hey!” I complained. “I get that you’ve got a theory, but you don’t have to be rude.” I scowled at him.

Okay, maybe I pouted.

After a moment of deadlock, I took a drink of my coffee and arched a brow at him. “You know. If you told us what exactly your theory was, this would go a lot better. I get that you’re used to working on your own, but you’re asking questions that are leaning into things we aren’t going to notice. It’s like… asking a vet if they’ve noticed any fleas lately. Even if they don’t just ignore them outright, it’s nothing remarkable.”

“A cult,” he admitted, sitting back and taking a drink of his tea, only to glare at it like it betrayed him. Getting up, he went to dispose of it and asked the console for a hot, fresh cup. “People suddenly acting weird, closing off others unless they make the first move? Cult, all day long.”

“That’s pretty overt for a cult though. Most of the time, it’s hard to tell when someone is part of one. They were surprisingly common back Before,” Tyche immediately interjected, having suddenly gone eerily serious. “I’ve known former members. They creep in.”

“Not that overt,” he pointed out. “Scientology.”

“A fake religious movement, that if not for a certain celebrity wouldn’t have gotten so much attention.”

“Oh, completely fake. Not even the founder believed the bullshit he was slinging,” Farro agreed. “But, it was also a very overt, definitive cult.” He started counting on his fingers. “There’s also Jonestown and the Manson family, as far as cults that withdrew from society, although the somewhat limited space of the Ark makes it easier to just get quiet instead of trying to isolate.…” he trailed off before seeming to snap out of his thoughts.

Tyche groaned at the point. “And the non-religious ones, such as multi-level marketing and pyramid schemes.”

“Of which there were several in the latter half of the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries,” I pointed out. “Very famous and popular ones, actually. So. Being overt doesn’t mean this couldn’t be a cult.” My stomach twisted at the idea of something like that forming in the midst of our chance to be everything good we had the potential for. It felt like someone doused the Mona Lisa with acetone.

“To be fair, it could also be a more harmless, mysticism based situation like the legionary sect of Mithras in ancient Rome, so we don’t necessarily need to assume the worst - just plan for it, in case.”

“If we concede that this could be a cult,” Alistair volunteered, “I feel it would be wise to discuss the matter with Councillor Hodenson.” Deafening silence followed his statement, broken only when he squinted at our group in confusion. “Grey Hodenson? The Councillor for Research and Sciences? Who was raised in a cult?” Another emphatic squint before he sighed and threw his hands up. “Unbelievable. For a group of supposed geniuses, you all show a breathtaking capacity to overthink things.”

“I believe we should also include Councilor Kalloe,” Antoine advised. “As the Councillor for Health and Safety, it is imperative that she is kept abreast of the situation, even if it is unfounded.”

“It would also give us a stronger likelihood of a majority in the Council if it came to a vote,” Tyche confessed. “We’d already have three out of six, would just have to convince one more.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I groaned. “But yeah, subject tabelled for now, until we can reconvene.” I forced myself to sit up straighter. “Now, enough bad news. Tyche, Antoine, someone, give me some good news.”

Antoine spoke first. “The portion of Else that is not in coldsleep is adapting well to its new habitats. It is quite pleased with the compromise, and reports excitement at the opportunity to speak to more humans.”

My eyebrow arched before I could stop myself. “Do I even want to know why that is in your purview?”

“Therapy is therapy,” he shrugged eloquently. “Adjusting to new environments is stressful for all living creatures, even those not known to be sentient.”

Alistair added, “Additionally, a nebula has been located that is determined to be sufficiently large and ferrous enough for Else to colonize. They have determined to name the nebula Esperia, to symbolize their origins with humanity and their hope for the future. When we locate a similarly suitable planet or planetoid, they have decided upon Redemption, or the equivalent in whatever language they have evolved by that point.”

“Wait,” Farro stopped my assistant. “You mean to tell me that a bacteria decided on a name for two colonies before we could decide on one?”

“Only by a breath,” I smirked, opening an alert on my datapad. “Apparently the name for our new home was just approved by the Council. Good news indeed.”

Several seconds of silence followed as everyone stared at me intently, with Tyche and Alistair pointedly ignoring the similar updates they had just received. Finally, my sister broke. “Are you going to share, oh mighty Councillor, or does everyone have to wait for me to leave and spill the details?”

Laughing, I gestured my concession. “The name that was agreed upon, by a five to one majority within the Council, is Von. ‘In Norse religion, Ragnarok is the end of the world, followed by a period of rebirth and renewed hope. Our world has already ended, this we agree upon to point that we have all simply named the chain of events Before, The End, and After. The new colony will be our renewed hope, our opportunity to be reborn as a better people. In that spirit, I put forth the name Von, which simply means hope or expectation in Icelandic. Nothing could be more fitting for our new home, after our own Ragnarok’.”

Heads nodded in agreement. “That’s a good name,” Alistair admitted. “Not my suggestion, but still good.”

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satoruvt · 5 years

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desire // part two

i’m getting really excited about this lil series lol

pairing → lucio (the arcana) x reader

word count → 1496

summary → so what if lucio was attracted to you? you were obviously attracted to him, too... right?

song inspo → painkillers by beach bunny

part one | part two | part three | part four

It’s the second night of the Masquerade, and Lucio isn’t sure how much his self control can handle.

He’s staring at you. Again. He knows he shouldn’t (although anyone would be flattered that he even glance in their direction) but was he really to blame here? You dressed so amazingly, again - Christ, he’s getting way too carried away. You’re standing by a table dressed in the most delectable foods, your eyes glinting behind your mask.

Usually it wouldn’t be like this. Usually, the person who caught his attention would most definitely already be in his bed, curling around smooth sheets as he watches them unravel with every move he makes. Usually all his pent up emotions would have been long gone - away in the breeze, not to be seen until the next time he gets horrifically needy. But you weren’t like usual - oh, not at all. You were playing hard to get; teasing Lucio and loving every damn second of it.

And, while Lucio absolutely despised it… he kind of liked it.

He’d never admit it; not to anyone, ever. Not in a life or death situation, not even to save his own ass. But oh, he admired the chase. Appreciated it, even - like how you appreciate the age of a fine wine. It was boring, although flattering, when others simply threw themselves in his direction - it made him feel powerful, sure, but imagine how powerful he’d feel if - when - he finally had you. Ah, the satisfaction.

Before you catch him staring again, he’s on his way towards you.

“Y/N, looking as vibrant as ever,” Lucio says when he reaches you, and an immediate smirk comes to play at your lips.

“Vibrant, hm?” You respond, popping a grape into your mouth. “Thank you, Lucio.”

He’s expecting a compliment in return (“But not nearly as much as you!”) but when you simply turn back to the table of food, Lucio grumbles under his breath, peeved. Wasn’t it just the nice thing to do? Pay someone a compliment in return? Jesus.

“I, um,” he stammers, and you raise a brow at him. God, he probably looked like a loser. “I was wondering if you would like to take a walk with me. In the palace gardens.”

You tilt your head, taking a glance at Lucio. You seem to be pondering, but then your answer comes quick as you take another grape from the vine on the table.

“Sure.”

Lucio tries to hide his surprise (which he’s totally not - surprised, that is, because of course you’d say yes to a late-night stroll with him, Count Lucio) and smiles, offering his arm to you. You make it obvious that you notice, but walk past him without a word.

The night air is warm when you and Lucio step outside, descending the stairs to the gardens. There are people littered among the yard, talking amongst themselves as they enjoy the party. Lucio prides himself on another successful Masquerade. As you and him walk farther along the path in the gardens, the music grows quieter, the only sound filling the air being the distant chatter of people and those oh-so annoying bugs that come out at night.

It’s quiet, and when Lucio turns to look at you, you seem content. The idea that you can welcome silence confuses him, but before he can say anything you speak instead.

“It’s a beautiful night,” you say.

Lucio nods, looking up at the sky for a moment. “Sure,” he says. “Not quite as beautiful as me, though, right?”

He’s not even trying to make you laugh. He was just speaking his mind - even if it is a beautiful night, he’s way better than a few stars. You laugh regardless, a simple chuckle in the quiet.

“Hey! What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you say, shaking your head. “You’re just… well, no disrespect, Count Lucio, but you’re very self-absorbed.”

Lucio gapes at you. “You… you can’t say that to me! I’m the Count! That’s…”

Before he can finish his sentence, he sees something. Or, rather, someone, and that someone would not be very happy to see him, given that Lucio banished their entire family from Vesuvia.

“That’s… what? Cat got your tongue, Lucio?”

“Shit.”

Lucio looks around desperately, searching for somewhere to hide - or run, honestly, anything to avoid the confrontation that’s so painfully inevitable. He hears your voice, distantly, but can’t focus, looking for something, anything -

There. A shed.

He grabs your wrist, dragging you along with him as he sprints to the shed. By the time he’s opened the door and shoved you, then himself inside, he’s barely realized that oh, he probably didn’t have to take you with him.

And, based on your close proximity, he probably shouldn’t have.

It’s not like you’re that close to him - not even chest to chest. But you’re close enough that he can smell your perfume again, light and warm. You’re glaring up at him, either way, and he swallows.

“What the hell was that about?” You hiss, and he smiles, not wanting to meet your eyes,

“Well, uh, you see…” he starts, looking through the crack in the shed door. “A few years back I banished this person’s family from Vesuvia and -”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah…”

“What did you banish them for? What could possibly be worth banishing someone’s entire family?” Your voice is getting louder, and Lucio shushes you.

“They were loitering outside the palace gates.”

“So you banished them from the fucking country?”

Lucio looks down at you, offering a hopefully-confident looking smirk as he pushes your chin up with his finger. “You know, you’re hot when you’re angry.”

You look like you’re about to retaliate when Lucio hears footsteps outside of the shed, and by the look on your face you hear them too. A breeze rushes by, ventilating the hot air in the shed, and Lucio lets out a shaky sigh at the smell of you. God, he hopes his heartbeat isn’t loud enough for you to notice.

For whatever reason, somehow, you end up tripping. You fall forward into Lucio with a muffled yelp and on instinct he holds you to him, and when half a second goes by he realizes that he definitely shouldn’t have because there’s no way he’s going to be a decent fucking person much longer, oh God.

Your hands are on his waist and neither of you are moving, barely even breathing, listening for the footsteps to pass. They stop, and when Lucio looks through the crack in the door he sees a figure. He’s not even worried about someone being angry with him anymore, he just can’t be this close to you because your chest is pressed against his and you’re breathing into his neck and your hand is moving why is it moving -

Lucio feels your fingers over his heart and can practically hear your lips stretch into a grin as you register his pounding heartbeat, leaning back just enough to look him in the eye. He grimaces at you, but he knows that you know. But then your hand is moving again, and the other one is, too, and you’re practically feeling him up in a fucking shed outside.

Your breath is hot in his ear and he can’t even do anything about it - if he pushes you away, it’ll surely cause a ruckus and he’s not really up for being antagonized tonight. You’re not necessarily feeling him in a sexual way, only moving your hands along his body - hell, you’re not even kissing him - but (as much as he hates to admit it) he’s desperate enough that every feather-light touch is like a match to his skin.

The footsteps start again, passing by and slowly getting quieter and more distant. When they fade from his hearing altogether, so do your hands, and then you’re opening the door and walking out of the shed and what the hell just happened?

You’re outside the shed, stretching your arms in the moonlight. Lucio takes a peek to make sure the figure is gone, then steps out of the shed, slamming the door behind him. You jump, slightly, then turn around with a confused look in your eyes, as if you hadn’t just done… that.

“What was that?” Lucio seethes, and you don’t even bother hiding your grin. You shrug.

“Payback, I guess. For banishing that family for absolutely nothing.”

He sputters, trying to force his frustration into words. Your smile grows wider the more he struggles and dammit, he’s getting tired of how hot you are all the time. Anger burns in his lungs.

“I’d love to watch you stutter, dear,” you say, adjusting your mask on your face. “But I should probably get back to the party. Your party, I might add.”

Oh, right. The Masquerade.

Before Lucio can say anything, you’re turning and walking away with a wink, and he can’t get the memory of your hands on him out of his mind.

#i really like writing like... thoughts?? does that make sense #can u tell that i like writing it lmao #anyways heres pt 2 and pt 3 will come later this week ;)#the arcana x reader #the arcana lucio #the arcana lucio x reader #lucio the arcana #lucio the arcana x reader #count lucio #count lucio x reader #x reader #reader insert #imagine #lucio imagine

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Sun in Aries

Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, and Aries natives are the first to start--and the first to finish--whatever they set out to do. Aries is an active, energetic sign. People with Sun in Aries are direct, straightforward, and uncomplicated. They expect the same from others, and are baffled when they don't always get it.

The body comes first with Aries. Sun in Aries people are natural athletes. At the very least, their natural inclination is to use their bodies to get things done. They're not given to long, drawn-out emotional moments; nor are they big on planning ahead. Instead, they live their lives simply. What is happening right now is most important to Aries. Impatience is a definite vice, and innovation is a huge strength. Aries loves to start anything new, and they have trouble sitting still. They are pioneers in whatever they do, and there is a very basic quality of bravery in these people that is unmistakable! Aries generally knows what they want, and they know the quickest route to getting it. They take shortcuts if they must, but generally everything is aboveboard. Underhanded just isn't their style. Some Aries people are bold, but even the quieter ones are brave and even plucky in their own way. Independence is their birthright. Nothing gets them going more than a fresh slate, the promise of a new day, and a brand new start.

Aries enjoys a challenge, and Aries Suns are happiest when their lives are moving forward and active. There's a childlike quality to all Aries Sun people, and it's often quite charming.

She has a strong personality and an entrepreneurial spirit. She is ambitious and self-willed, stubborn, obstinate and tenacious.

Possible issues: nervousness, impulsiveness, wastefulness, provoking nature, restlessness, and changeability.

Aries with ascendant Aquarius

A unique, independent personality. Unusual interests, and the first in line for something new.

Sun in II: The Sun is in the second house

You take pride in what you own, and have a strong drive for security. You have staying power, and you hate to let others down once you've made a promise. Avoid over-identifying with what you have. Concentrate on proving your worth through your strong value system and your incredible ability to stick with things and with people. Take pride in the solid and secure foundations that you build, as well as the lasting relationships you aim to maintain, while being careful to avoid possessiveness. You seek a safe and secure job, you satisfy your needs, which are substantial. You may be given to spending money impulsively.

72 Sextile between the Sun and Moon

Your emotions and your will are at peace with one another, suggesting a rather balanced personality. The "messages" you received in childhood were not contradictory overall, and you have a stronger sense of purpose and appreciation of harmony than most people. You are likely personally popular, mainly because you expect harmony in your relationships. You are attractive to most people, and your self-confidence and security make you easy to deal with on many levels. Your relaxed, easygoing disposition puts others at ease. You may not be prepared for conflict and you often avoid "rocking the boat". You may acquiesce to others a little too often, if only to maintain a feeling of balance and harmony, as conflict is something you not only dislike, you might fear it. The tendency towards too much acceptance--of the self and of others--is usually present. You must be encouraged to question life, or you run the risk of taking things for granted.

Vitality is usually good and quite constant. You are not necessarily hard-driving, unless other indications in the chart point to it, but your constitution is generally strong. At any rate, you are not as prone to the kinds of ups and downs that plague those with challenging aspects between the Sun and Moon. This is because even though your life goals and your emotional needs are different, they are in harmony.

Short description: She has lots of vitality. She likes public life, she is popular and her company is appreciated. She is balanced, at ease with herself and usually gets on very well with her parents or guardians.

605 Conjunction between the Sun and Venus

Social relationships are extremely important to you. You are generally charming with an easy-going manner. It is generally quite important to you that you are personally popular, to come across in a pleasant way, and to be liked and appreciated. Sometimes, vanity is part of the package. Venus is a peace-making, harmony-loving planet, and those with Sun conjunct Venus do their best to seek peace and harmony. You are diplomatic and a veritable expert at smoothing over (and sometimes glossing over) problems. You are openhanded with others, tolerant and accepting. When expressed negatively, you can be superficial and two-faced, and you can be very much tied up with appearances--your own, and sometimes others'. You might be too agreeable, too pleasant (at the expense of honesty), and downright lazy at times.

You have a fine eye for style and enjoy pleasing surroundings. You generally dress well and enjoy a certain amount of luxury. You are gracious, romantic, and sometimes romantically impulsive. You tend to rely on the power of attraction to bring people to you, rather than aggressively pursuing love interests. There can be some vanity involved here--you are most attracted to people who express interest in you, or who respond well to your charms! You are not the type of person who overtly pursues people who appear to be indifferent to you.

You are not competitive in the aggressive sense of the word, and you are not someone who loves a good chase. Instead, you work your charms and draw people to you. Your ability to attract others (Venus) is very much tied up with your ego (Sun). Because Venus rules all things feminine, all those with this aspect tend to be quite attractive.

253 Sextile between the Sun and Jupiter

Endowed with generosity and friendliness, in some ways you appear to be lucky in life. You attract good things with a positive frame of mind and a charitable disposition. Rarely entirely "down and out", you are usually well-received, helpful, and well-informed. You may enjoy travel and have a special affection for foreign places and people. You're generally not very competitive, and for the most part not combative either. As a result, you are usually well-liked.

You are usually good-hearted, possessing strong morals and much faith in life and in people. You prefer to find the good in situations and in people. You don't have a lot of patience with those who break the rules, as you generally believe in order, equality, and the law. You usually make good on your promises, and the sincerity you exude can be trusted. Looking on the bright side is your forte--people can turn to you for a pleasing dose of faith and optimism.

You are quick to chuckle and can't resist any appeal to your sense of humor. Some people with this aspect are downright jolly. Others are less conspicuous, but their faith in life and willingness to find humor in life are nevertheless obvious.

76 Conjunction between the Sun and Saturn

It is easy and natural for you to accept responsibilities, to lead a rather ordered life, and to apply caution in your financial and business dealings. You rarely jump to conclusions or take uneducated risks. You have a certain amount of patience and enough self-discipline to slowly but surely achieve what you set out to do. Although somewhat undemonstrative, you are generally loyal and responsible people to those you care about. You take your time in most endeavors and generally use a step-by-step approach to most projects--but you steadily reach your goals. You are naturally trustworthy, and you don't have much patience for those who don't show respect for others, who take foolish risks, and who lead disorganized lives.

#Δ ooc #π headcanon

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