Hiiii!!!! Can I please request a headcanon home brew with the reader being friends with rocky? It can be angsty or fluffy or whatever you prefer! Thank you 😁

Took a more lighthearted direction with this, to offset a particularly angsty romantic oneshot that’s eventually to come… One must maintain a balanced diet of their illicit beverages and all. It also ended up a bit specific. Hope you enjoy!

So you’ve become friends with the notorious poet, eh? Congratulations! There likely wasn’t much effort needed on your part.

He’s naturally talkative (and how) as well as sociable (though lacking the skill), but you had to have bumped into him several times in the same setting before a true habit was formed of it.

Being a regular at the café or the speakeasy is the setup that most easily lends itself… maybe one before the other, though he wouldn’t bring you downstairs unless you were explicitly interested. The criminal scene might not be everyone’s cup of tea, after all.

You’re less probable to find out about the Lackadaisy from him, either; it’s likely Ivy told you first, seeing how much you two get along as well as finding you genuinely personable and interesting. But if you end up undeterred by the revelation that he works for a bootlegging operation and would like to take that trip downstairs some night, he’ll be glad to have you see him play with the band!

Speaking of, if you were also an artist, he’d be elated.

The stanzas shall flow like water from an overly tenacious tap regardless of your expertise, of course. Uneducated listening ears are better than none, and he’ll appreciate even surface level analysis and positive feedback if you bother with such. Don’t fret if you don’t understand all of the words or get tangled up in an abundant array of alliterative allegories. You’ll learn to adjust accordingly. (Or so he assures.)

But! If you’re a kindred creative soul, it’s a common ground he’ll hop onto with utmost eagerness.

A fellow poet or writer? He’d hinge on your every word of appraisal. How did you like the flow of this one, (Y/N)? You could practically feel the expressionistic scenery enveloping you with this picturesque wording, could you not? What about that one metaphor about the stars, (Y/N)? Surely it conveyed his message on the sweet transience of life? (Y/N)? Oh, (Y/N)! Please answer him, (Y/N), he’s begging to know.

Don’t worry, it’s not one-sided. He’s always all up in your literary business and half-finished drafts in return, asking plenty of questions and insisting on being your first audience for everything. He’ll listen to you talk yourself out of plot holes and come in handy as a sentient thesaurus whenever you get stuck on the synonyms.

(Though I cannot guarantee he’s capable of providing a distraction-free environment. Any environment truly free of distractions is one where he is absent.)

A musician? Oh boy! Your instruments may not be the slightest bit compatible, but that could never stop him from making the most splendorous harmonies together with his dearest chum!

Teaching each other songs you know is a must. Beloved classics like Vivaldi as well as local tunes from either of your lands of origin; he’s an extremely quick learner, as you’ve found out, with a keen ear and significant thirst for knowledge, especially when it comes to things dear to your heart.

You’ve observed how deeply serene he appears to be when playing a certain song or two with a gentle folk-like ring, as if in a trance of reminiscence. He claims not to understand what you mean when you bring it up… so you play along in silent understanding, earning a smile back when your eyes meet that is, for a change, admittedly softer.

Or perhaps a visual artist? Painter? Comic strip illustrator? Cartoon animator?

He would so brag about having an animator friend (even if only aspiring). To the surprise of no one, he’s a great fan of those whimsical hand-drawn moving pictures. Some may find them silly, but in his vocabulary that’s a staple of high precedence.

Yes, he has been to the movies several times, and a shared interest would provide a stellar excuse to accompany you there. Unfortunately, he both refuses to let you treat and is perpetually penniless, so he has the two of you sneak in by less than rule-abiding means. You’ve gotten thrown out before. (Likely not the first time when going out somewhere with him, and neither is it the last.)

But let’s suppose you’re a painter instead. Likely you’re creating in the chiefly popular styles of the era; impressionism, surrealism, the like. Even if not, he still praises you for sticking to your individuality. If you’re a misunderstood artist like him, he reassures with genuine conviction that you’ll make it into the galleries someday, current trends be damned. (Maybe you both are simply ahead of your time.)

The contents or perceived quality are entirely negligible, because he will find a way to compliment your work. Usually his criticism is focused less around your technical skill and more so his emotions and ideas sparked by the sight that are occasionally heavily abstract or several degrees of detached from your original intent. Still, the different perspective can be… well, interesting to hear out, at least.

When you’re coloring or shading certain parts in certain ways, like circularly or with a soothing curve of the brush, he’ll trail off in whatever he was doing or prattling on about and watch quietly for a bit as you work. It’s only embarrassing when he was in the middle of telling you something; he might even lose that line of thought. (Far from the only time that ever happens to him, so you’re forgiving by now.)

Listen, stimboards didn’t exist in the 1920s. He’ll take what he can get.

As for him, well, his personality isn’t the only thing that stopped substantially developing at the age of twelve. His visual art skills might begin and end at silly-looking scribbles caricaturing himself and the people he knows, but he’s satisfied nonetheless. Ambitious rhymes and ornate metaphors are more his department.

He’s still gotten a chuckle or two out of you with his humorously misshapen efforts at drawing you, so he considers that a win as well.

I’ve mentioned lands of origin. If you’re from a state he’s yet to have visited, he’ll surely ask a number of questions about your experiences living there. But if you’re from overseas? Another continent? Nation he’s scarcely heard of? Square that number and multiply by ten thousand.

It’s exciting to hear about different cultures, alright? He likes to understand you better. In any case you make an easier job of it for him than the other way around.

He’d likely have a lot of respect for you for learning English so well, even more so if mostly by yourself. (Viktor’s intimidating disposition and inclination to punch him at the slightest provocation are not the only reasons he never corrects his phrasing.) If he’d said some difficult or rare word you don’t understand, he wouldn’t have to hesitantly accept your complaints of confusion as exasperated mockery for a change and instead could take the time to kindly explain. Probably in an even more troublesome way. You go through like five overcomplicated synonyms before one of them finally rings a bell… but he’s patient.

Expect spontaneous “hey, how’d you say that in your language?” inquiries in the middle of a conversation, out of sheer curiosity. You may only laugh at his clumsy mimicking of your pronounciation once, because he adapts to the unique sounds of a foreign tongue scarily fast. He greets you with the everyday words you’re rather used to hearing around your hometown thousands of miles away and it’s downright uncanny how natural it sounds. (Which is why you’ve asked him not to do it without warning.)

You can’t quite hold conversations like that yet, but you reckon it’d be fun to annoy everyone else around you with if you ever got him to that point.

The others at the speakeasy are mostly baffled by the fact you’re willingly sticking around, especially if you’re not a colleague, for Rocky’s company. Not many people can, well, tolerate him. He’s honestly a bit much sometimes.

But you liked him when you were running from the cops together in scant apparel covered head to toe in dirt as the flames digesting some poor sod’s patio crackled distantly and you wondered how a starry night walk by the riverside had so inexplicably devolved into acts of incidental vandalism, and you continue to like him nowadays.

He’s your friend, after all. The adventures born of questionable choices are part of the deal. And like his soft-spokenly reluctant cousin (except less so motivated by guilt) you’re there with him through it all to make sure he doesn’t get himself in serious trouble… much.

Trick or Treat

The next A Very Bouncey Halloween installment and a belated birthday gift to my darling @veritasrose. Thank you so much for the last year of friendship, I look forward to celebrating with you again. <3 you are much loved.

tw: curses, Geralt is an idiot, competent Jaskier

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Light flashes through the room and momentarily blinds Jaskier, who stumbles back against Geralt. He mumbles an apology to the ever-sturdy Witcher as he waits for his vision to return and when he blinks clearly for the first time after a few long moments, the bard feels utterly and totally confused by the scene unfolding before him.

The Duke’s grandest ballroom, which had been bustling with excitable party guests only moments ago, is now flooded with ghouls, ghosts, vampires, and monsters of all sorts. A woman with swan’s wings is huddled in one corner, squawking angrily at anyone who tries to draw near. A minotaur stumbles through the center of the dance floor, lowing in frustration as he tries to control his bulky limbs. Two werewolves wrestle for dominance atop the furthest banquet table to their left. As Jaskier takes it all in, he feels Geralt’s hands wrap suddenly around his bicep; the Witcher is clinging to Jaskier fiercely, leaning his not insignificant weight against the bard’s side as his eyes grow round and watery.

“What’s happening?” Geralt finally asks. His tone of voice seems breathy and high, filled with a terror - almost totally foreign to Jaskier’s ears. Geralt fears nothing and yet… “Let’s get away from this dreadful place, please!”

“Aren’t you going to try and solve this problem?” Jaskier asks, glancing at his companion. He gestures at the various monsters roaming freely past the buffet table. “You’re likely the nearest Witcher, after all.”

“I’m no Witcher,” Geralt declares. He splays a hand over the very center of his blue velvet doublet (a nearly perfect imitation of the way Jaskier reacts to a perceived offense). “I am a Count. Witchers are dirty things, not meant for such a public life as my own.”

“For fuck’s sake, Geralt, now is not the time for a prank of this nature,” Jaskier huffs. “Something is clearly going on here. We need to help these people!”

“I know something is wrong,” Geralt sniffles - fucking sniffles - and squeezes the bard’s upper arm even more tightly. The sound of Geralt crying shakes Jaskier into understanding, even as Geralt begs: “But I don’t know how to help! Please get me out of here, Milord, I’m scared.”

Milord? Jaskier mouths to himself, even as he wraps one comforting arm around Geralt’s waist and ushers him away from the growing chaos at the center of the ballroom. Jaskier hurries them down one suspiciously empty hallway after another until he reaches the small suite that he had accepted as payment for his performance at the party. Jaskier ushers Geralt inside and locks the heavy oak door behind them.

“My Lord Geralt,” he gets the not-quite-Witcher’s attention. “Do you mind taking a seat by the fire for now? I’ll be right with you as soon as the room is secure, and then we can figure out what’s going on and what to do from here.”

“Yes, Milord,” Geralt nods. He hurries to comply with Jaskier’s request, to the bard’s continuing shock and awe, and stays still and quiet as Jaskier removes his doublet and rolls up his sleeves. Using the strength he’s spent twelve years at Geralt’s side developing, Jaskier shoves a bookcase, a dresser, and an unfortunately designed roll-top desk in front of the locked doors for added protection.

Moving behind Geralt with practiced efficiency, Jaskier also closes, shutters, and locks every window in the room, pulling the curtains closed to keep any light from spilling out and alerting stray creatures of their presence.

When he’s finished locking down all of their room’s possible entrances and breathing hard from exertion, Jaskier tugs the Witcher’s xenovox from his bag and flips it open, waiting with bated breath until Yennefer’s irritated voice snaps: “What do you want, Geralt?”

“Who is that?!” Geralt cries from his place near the fire. He has a white-knuckle grip on the overstuffed armchair he’s perched in and his clothing is mussed; Jaskier motions for him to be quiet and Geralt bites his lip, worrying the soft pink skin between his unusually dull canines.

“Was that Geralt?” Yennefer asks. "Did Jaskier summon me?"

“Yes and yes,” Jaskier replies. “I think he’s been cursed or enchanted or something. I was hired to play at the Duke of Rinde’s All Hallow’s Eve celebration and Geralt accompanied me - even dressed up for the occasion - but something happened at the party and now he’s acting strangely. I don’t know what to do.”

"What's happening?" Yennefer prods.

"Geralt is acting rather out of sorts. He’s speaking strangely, he wanted to flee the party rather than investigate the source of the changes-”

“What changes?”

“Everyone sort of… Well, a good portion of the party guests suddenly transformed into their costumes,” Jaskier explains, his speech stunted by his disbelief. “I know it sounds incredible, and it was! One moment we were all enjoying the music and the next… there was a minotaur and a mermaid and a faun… Geralt went nearly mute and started clinging to my arm like some sort of aristocratic maiden!”

“Oh shit,” Yen groans.

“Who is that?” Geralt repeats. Jaskier continues to ignore his companion. He knows that the moment he turns his attention to caring for Geralt, he won’t be able to tear it away again, and he needs to finish this conversation with Yennefer first.

“Why are you swearing?” he asks the sorceress. “What is it?”

“Geralt asked me for advice about this stupid ball a few days ago, while you were busy making arrangements with the Duke. He wanted to impress you with his All Hallow’s Eve costume and prove that he could be just as fancy and well-mannered as all the other men of your status.”

“Why in the world would Geralt want to dress up and act like a nobleman? It makes no sense! He detests small talk, he hates vanity, and he finds most men of my station to be cowardly and overly delicate - myself included! I just- I don’t quite understand why he’d go through all of this just to impress me. Or why he thinks this kind of thing would be impressive in the first place.”

“Jaskier, please tell me that you aren’t as stupid as our mutually beloved Witcher…”

Jaskier considers for a moment, pondering the things that he does to impress Geralt: gathering wood, learning to cook with game meat, preparing the Witcher’s potion ingredients while he's out on hunts, organizing their packs when they're spiking camp, brushing Roach’s mane… Realization dawns suddenly and all at once. He has a moment of pure understanding, a moment much beloved by every poet, bard, and playwright across the Continent: “Oh.”

Yennefer gives a tired laugh. “Yeah.”

“So he’s stuck as… a noble?”

“I suppose,” she sighs. “I’ll portal you to my location and we can figure things out in peace. Get your things together, I’ll open it up in precisely five minutes.”

“What’s happening!?” Geralt demands. Jaskier pulls the Witcher/Count to his feet and bows shallowly.

“I am Jaskier Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. I will be your protector and chaperone for the foreseeable future, Your Lordship,” Jaskier bows shallowly. “I’m going to gather our things together and then we are going to meet up with a very lovely sorceress, Yennefer of Vengerberg.”

“Is she a friend of yours?”

Jaskier barely manages to hide his surprise at Geralt’s utter lack of recognition. His memories of Yennefer have also been taken, then.

“She’s a mutual friend.”

“Are you my friend?”

“I would like to think so,” Jaskier smiles. Geralt remains oblivious to the bard’s heartache, even as he curls himself against Jaskier. He tucks his face against Jaskier’s shoulder and sobs quietly. The bard runs his hands comfortingly up and down Geralt’s spine for a long, soothing moment. The smooth, royal-blue velvet tickles his fingertips. “Shh, dear heart. I’ve got you. Everything will be alright, I swear.”

“I trust you,” Geralt whispers.

Just as Jaskier is about to reply, Yennefer’s portal snaps open in the center of the room. Jaskier hands Geralt a set of bags and hauls his own over his shoulder. “Time to go, Your Lordship. Just take one little step…”

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“Do you know who I am?” Yennefer asks. Geralt shakes his head before burying his face in the back of Jaskier’s shoulder-blade.

“I’m so frightened, Milord.”

Frightened? Milord? Yennefer mouths. Jaskier shrugs nearly imperceptibly and makes a panicked gesture in the Witcher’s general direction.

“I don’t know what to do either!”

“Well, start from the beginning. Tell me what happened at the party before all of… this.”

Jaskier recounts every detail he can remember in the most straightforward way possible, momentarily renouncing his poetic skills in favor of efficiency - for Geralt’s sake, of course, not Yennefer’s. When he's finished he asks: “And you said he did all of this to impress me?”

“Yes.”

“But why?” Jaskier repeats his earlier question. Yennefer understands that his meaning is different; Jaskier understands that Geralt is interested in him romantically, but the bard can't seem to get it through his head that Geralt has deemed him worthy. Although, knowing the Witcher, he isn't even sure how to go about doing such a thing in the first place.

"I just... I don’t quite believe you," he adds.

“He loves you,” Yennefer reiterates. "And now he’s stuck like this until the effects of the spell wear off, so I suggest you take his precious Lordship to one of my spare rooms and make yourselves comfortable. I’ll see you both for breakfast, providing the magic is null and void by then.”

“And if it isn’t?”

“I hope you enjoy small talk, you bardic bastard.”

Yennefer smirks and disappears from the room in a whirl of black and white silk, the scents of lilac and gooseberry curling through the air in her wake.

Geralt clings to Jaskier’s bicep again as the exhausted bard stands, keeping his larger body pressed against the human’s side as if Jaskier is the one who wields the Witcher’s swords. “So I’m under a spell?”

“Yes, darling.”

“At least I have you here to protect me, Jaskier. You’re so brave and strong; my hero!”

“It’s usually the other way around, dear heart, but I appreciate the sentiment. Now, how about we find a comfortable place to bed down for the night, Milord?”

"Alright."

Jaskier moves Geralt's hand so that it's curled around the inside of his elbow, the proper etiquette for a platonic escort, and leads him quickly down the long hallways of Yennefer's sprawling manor house. He chooses the blue-themed bedroom at the back of the East Wing, far from the sorceress' own suite of rooms.

He has to help Geralt change out of his lordly costume, the Witcher-turned-Count fumbling uselessly at the laces and buttons as if he'd never seen a fastening before in his life. Geralt whispers shyly as Jaskier pulls a nightshirt over his head: "Thank you again, Milord Jaskier. I feel as if I can't help but continue indebting myself to you."

"Think nothing of it, dear heart," Jaskier smiles, ignoring the pang in his chest. "I am happy to help you."

Jaskier tucks Geralt into bed before changing into his own nightclothes, tossing his things back into their travel bags as he swaps outfits. He feels Geralt tense up when he sits on the edge of the bed and his eyebrows narrow in concern.

"Are you alright, Geralt?"

"Are you going to share a bed with me?"

"Would you rather I didn't?" Jaskier answers with a question of his own.

"I... I wouldn't mind it if we shared."

Jaskier wishes he had Witcher sight, so he could catch a glimpse of the blush no doubt attempting to stain the Witcher's face. Despite the mutagens, Geralt's face still went pale pink when he encountered a strong emotion. It was adorable. And incredibly rare.

As soon as he pulls the covers over his chest, Geralt glues himself to Jaskier's side, snuggling close. "Feels safer," he says in lieu of explanation.

"Goodnight, dear heart."

"Goodnight."

---

"Fuck," Geralt groans, sitting up in bed. Jaskier sits up beside him, wiping the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Good morning, Milord," he teases.

"Shut up," Geralt groans. Jaskier does get to see him blush this time, and the bard revels in it; he would trade all the gold in the world to see Geralt flush like this. "I can't believe I cried on you!"

"It was rather adorable, actually."

"Hmm."

"Still..." Jaskier reaches out, tentative, and cups Geralt's cheek with his palm. He turns the Witcher's face and locks their gazes together, blue meeting gold. "Still, I think I prefer you as you are. My big, strong Witcher who cares so much about defending the little guy. Willing to step in and help wherever and whenever he can."

Geralt's eyes get a little glassy and he leans forward, pausing and letting Jaskier make the final decision. The bard meets him halfway, pressing his lips against Geralt's without any sense of urgency at all. It's warm and sweet, time fading away as they let their feelings pour through this one simple gesture. When they pull apart again, Geralt gives a surprised, lopsided smile. "Oh."

Venus in the Signs

In the birthchart, we look to Venus to understand an individual's values, how they express and receive pleasure in the world, and their perceptions on love. Venus is also a strong indicator to how an individual may act in close relationships.

Venus in Aries  This is the detrimental placement for Venus and perhaps it’s because Aries symbolizes the newborn of the zodiac; innocent, pure, unlearned of everything. The Venusian experiences are new experiences for Aries and they’re appreciated by Aries folk as such. Values and love are two of the strongest themes in terms of Venusian experiences. Here we see tremendous capacity for self-love in terms of values, but the latter of loving others can suffer at times. In love, Aries can be impulsive, assertive, and selfish. Aries needs to take the time to learn and appreciate love slower and be more considerate of others. Will likely break more hearts in their life than have their heart broken. Even a heartbroken Aries is too resilient to be truly heartbroken. Nevertheless, the enthusiasm for new relationships is strong. Venus here expresses affection energetically with enthusiasm, direction, and impulse. Aries are fearless; oblivious to rejection and consequences. They are always willing to dive headfirst into what they desire and always open to exploring new experiences. They value rawness, truth, and trust. 

Venus in Taurus   Venus is at home in Taurus. The themes of values and love are lived out in the most Venusian ways possible. Taurus expresses love very sensually. They need to be able to express their love through physical means such as touch and gift giving. They strongly value the senses (taste, touch, smell, etc.) and material things. Taurus can easily fall into being excessive with these things; excessive desire for rich foods, pleasure, and luxuries. They may be stiff like a military sergeant and inhibit emotional expression if they lack attention/physical touch, but are very easily buttered up if they are babied (the Sun and Moon should be checked as well for these circumstances). Taurus can be very possessive over their loved ones and material things, may need to learn to be less restrictive and generosity. Loyal in both friendships and relationships, but can also be extremely jealous. This is also a very good placement for artists, Taurus in Venus sees the world colourfully and has a way of painting it themselves too.

Venus in Gemini  Here Venus understands the game and loves to play with the themes it represents. Feelings of love or intense euphoria is accompanied with sensitive nerves and excitement. Gemini individuals consciously ponder love on an objective level; they sufficiently understand the need for love, the pleasure it brings, and the beauty in life, but tends to not feel too deeply as say, a sappy Cancer, which may make their pursuits come across as shallow. They love with their mind and less of the heart. Nevertheless, they are very good at communicating and demonstrating love, romance, and art; they can be fantastic writers (especially if their Mercury also falls in Gemini) and poets. Individuals with Venus in Gemini tend to fall in love with their best friend, as their best friend is likely someone to keep them consistently interested. Geminis get bored very easily in relationships because of their constant need of mental stimulation, communication, and change. They’re very self-aware; they focus on the values within others and reflect their own views and values. Venus here is clever, curious, light, and playful. 

Venus in Cancer  Here Venus feels love profoundly. Cancer can see love for what it is and protects its fundamentals. Overthinks how to “feel” in terms of love, as a result, can be overemotional. They’re also quite receptive; very easily moved by love and art, especially when these two themes are coupled with fate or tragedy. Could easily be considered a pessimist, but Venus here has a great focus on making life enjoyable. Venus in Cancer can be quite past oriented; often individuals have past life knowledge (consciously or subconsciously) carried over into their current life and it plays strongly into a fear of loss. This results in being very protective of their values and things of the past; past ponderings of relationships, family (especially if Venus is in or aspecting the fourth house), valuing time, and creating sentiment in this life. They love portrait photography, family recipes, secrets, and heirlooms. Values evoked memory. Very concerned with what their soul needs and can anticipate pain (strong gut feeling as well); may make them wiser in terms of who they choose to have relationships with, however inhibiting if there are other issues within the individual’s character (irrational fear or confabulated expectation). Cancers are very protective and nurturing to what they love. 

Venus in Leo  Here Venus becomes dizzying, passionate, colourful, and playful. Unlike Aries who cannot anticipate rejection, Venus in Leo has a sense of humility and understanding for rejection, however there can be that same level of naivety that the fire signs possess. An underdeveloped individual may not fully possess humility and react extremely poorly to rejection, however. Leos are known for their inability to get off their high horse, afterall. May rush into relationships for that sweet honeymoon phase and promise of pleasure, though has the will to wait for loved ones who make them. There is a great understanding for the taxing toll of heartbreak, but it humbles a Leo and makes them stronger empaths to others. Venus in Leo has a very open and generous heart to people beneath them, but will not sacrifice themself. Expresses love affectionately, proudly, and rip-roaringly. They love being the centre of attention. Values nobility, recognition, strength, and loyalty. They generally have higher standards for themselves and others, this is coupled with their sense of dignity; and this is especially true if Venus aspects to Saturn or Jupiter. Leos pride themselves on their creativity; they’re naturally very generative and talented artists.

Venus in Virgo  This is considered the fallen placement for Venus. Here Venus’ desire for love is refined. Individuals with this placement have set ideals in terms of what their desires are. Values represent supplement and purpose. They value time just as Venus in Cancer does, but more concerned with what is to happen next rather than the past, and they’re very good with what they make of their time. Not much of a daydreamer because of this. Values are always first before love; this may inhibit romantic opportunities as what they see realistic, necessary, or practical may actually be petty. This placement also lacks the warmness other signs have; the individual may need to learn to be more expressive in their affections. Often expresses affection through serving others and indirect “I love you”s. They actually enjoy making other people’s lives easier by picking up on forgotten details in plans and refining pieces of work (such as art, literature, cooking, etc.). They know where finishing touches go. Mastered sense of humility. Disappointments in love can make these individuals very cold and resentful of love. Venus here is pure, clean, cold-pressed, practical, and self-disciplined. 

Venus in Libra  This is Venus’ other ruled placement and is uniquely different from Taurus as it is a more evolved sign of the zodiac. Venus here is less possessive and more passive (in receiving and letting go of love energies) than Taurus. Libra accepts and values the world’s complexity and duality. This makes it very easy for Libra to experience love at its fullest potential. However, Libras have a deep dislike for pain and are hurt easily by rejection (luckily won’t hold a grudge like a Virgo or Scorpio!). Libra understands deeply that love and harmony are necessity. Loves beauty, romance, and has a deep appreciation for the arts. Blessed with a very artistic and aesthetic mind. May be very dependent in relationships; there is a tremendous amount of focus on their partner’s needs and values. Venus here has a great skill for relatability, but mirrored interests may make individuals with this placement seem fake or unoriginal at times. Very expressive in terms of romance, but not as touchy as Taurus; Libra is more likely to use charisma and beauty to wow. Always makes time for pleasure and has a tendency for over-indulgence (especially true when accompanied by other Libra placements). Venus here is sweet, artistic, accepting, and harmonious. 

Venus in Scorpio  This is Venus’ other detrimental placement (Aries being the other). Unlike Aries, the naivety and unknowing is dissolved and turned into a mature, knowing, and hungry heart. Values the mysteries they know, but tremendous amount of emotional and spiritual uncertainty. Scorpios greatly value intimacy and believe it should be deeply unrestricted in terms of love. They perceive that their partner should be totally fused to them to fulfill Scorpio’s need for soul connection. However, this excessive and hungry need can make individuals with this placement selfish, possessive, and consumed by desire. Once Scorpio can learn to control their desires, soul intimacy and committed relationships can be very transformative and healing. Scorpios express affection with edginess and passion. Scorpio values things that evoke thought and feelings of mystique. They value trust, though it is difficult to earn their trust. Scorpios are the type to hold a grudge as well. They value rawness, truth, vulnerability, and getting to the core of concepts.

Venus in Sagittarius  Here Venus becomes an explorer filled with wanderlust. Sagittarius values and adopts new found beauty, art, knowledge, and culture. Seeks out truth and value; “what is value?” A Sagittarius surrounds themself in tantalizing vision boards and works of art. Values thought manifestation. Here Venus views love philosophically, yet lightly; it cannot be held down or contained, it moves and flows, it is hidden and found. Individuals with this placement can be rather unrealistic in terms of love at times. Either they become flighty if their partner tries to tie them down or their partner has a difficult time keeping up with the over-optimistic, careless, and fantasized perception of love. Values honesty and open-mindedness the most in relationships. Expresses affection through generosity and sharing their beliefs and philosophies. Venus is actually quite comfortable in the fiery sign, Sagittarius, and can be quite beneficial to individuals whose life goals are very oriented with philosophy, art in correlation to religion or philosophy, theology, and travel because of the level of enthusiasm Sagittarius has. However, some Sagittarius can be misguided, overindulgent, and risky (with finances). 

Venus in Capricorn  Here Venus is content with their views on love and life, whether those views are tranquil or rather cynical. It is as if love cannot hurt them or surprise them anymore at this phase in the zodiac. That may be melancholic, but Capricorns know how to steamroll through life even in the roughest of times. They can be playfully cynical about these feelings too; they love satire. They value what they can predict or depend on; not huge risk takers, especially in love. They are very cautious with who they wish to have romantic intentions with and relationships tend to blossom very slowly. Venus here has a lot of self-control over their desires; it may inhibit closeness in relationships with those who need lots of emotional and romantic attention to feel confident in the relationship. They dislike people who may damage their reputation and they favour those who may benefit. Capricorns don’t express deeper emotions until they have complete certainty. Expresses affection through seriousness and chivalry. They have lots of soul experience and advice to give to those beneath them. Venus here is committed, serious, and resilient. 

Venus in Aquarius  Though Venus loses some of the seriousness it has in the other Saturn ruled sign, it still retains a cold, impersonal, and detached approach to the themes of Venus. Venus here may have difficulty in expressing deeper emotions, however individuals with this placement work very well in groups, often have a lot of friends/acquaintances, and have a lot of unique ideas to share with the world. An Aquarian’s emotional world develops stronger when they are around lots of people. When Aquarius does express affection, there is no lack of flirtation and charisma. Aquarius work well in relationships with those who don’t take romance too seriously and don’t need too much TLC. Aquarius value new, innovative, and experimental ideas. The artistic type strongly expresses this in their work which is often unconventional, controversial, or thought evoking. Venus here can be quite imaginative; the individual’s aesthetic and romantic world is elaborate in their fantasies despite having a hard exterior that may shield others from being able to see into this world. An Aquarius may need to find the right outlet to broadcast their hidden eye for beauty they struggle to dig deep for. 

Venus in Pisces  Here is Venus’ exalted sign; the themes of Venus transcend here. Venus receives the universal rays of love. Individuals with this placement find spiritual enlightenment through the power of love, art, and beauty. Pisces is a natural empath and healer; they can heal others through compassionate love. Individuals with this placement are willing to sacrifice for what they love or value. Venus here is very vulnerable, sometimes too vulnerable; individuals with this placement may victimize themselves when desires are unfocused, unachievable, or unrealistic. Individuals who lack strength in character and have this placement may have misguided fantasties and should seek spiritual growth to avoid unnecessary suffering. Values peace, harmony, and feelings of religiousness. Values other’s minds and psychic connections. Natural poets and musicians. May be an escapist, but only to pursue godly love. In relationships, Pisces expresses affection with gentleness, sweetness, and an intentional sincerity to soothe. Venus here is selfless, ever-giving, empathetic, and sensitive. 

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a short fic loosely inspired by chatting with @bisidneycarter about secret love letters!

Sid x Sullivan (with mentioned Felicia x Flambeau!)

Pretty PG

Felicia reads a love letter that wasn’t intended for her, but it warms her soul anyway.

There’s been a body found on the edges of the Montague estate. Dastardly business, Felicia thinks to herself as Sid drives her to the police station at Kembleford.

She’s taking the maps of the grounds to the Inspector, and has volunteered to answer a few questions about the estate management to see if they might help find leads for the case.

Father Brown, of course, has also given her a second task of digging for any information she can find to help relating to the case. The Father is convinced it’s a murder connected to another in a neighbouring village, and needs all the information he can get.

Sid pulls up outside the station and helps her out.

Felicia heads for the door but stops up short when Sid doesn’t follow her. Normally he likes nothing more than to sit in the police waiting room, tormenting whichever Sergeant is watching the desk that day. The exception to this is when it’s Sergeant Goodfellow, of course, of whom Sid is rather fond, in which case they talk about village gossip and the biscuits Sid would like for the next time he’s in the cells.

But this time he seems hesitant, and pulls a cigarette from his pocket before leaning back against the Rolls. “If you don’t mind I think I’ll stay out here, have a cigarette.”

He seems distant and Felicia frowns in concern. He’s been not quite himself for a few days now, choosing to sleep at his quarters in the Main House rather than in his caravan. He’s been quiet too, lacking in his usual gregarious charm. Felicia even offered to make him a hot cocoa the other night, and he turned it down. He’s known for refusing any drinks Hercule makes (some nonsense about expecting poison), but he never turns down Felicia’s. Something is obviously afoot.

Felicia has her suspicions. While many believe her to be a ditzy, air-headed Lady of the Manor, she is in fact an astute observer and a shrewd judge of character. Working alongside Father Brown, and carrying on with an internationally wanted Art Thief has honed her skills even further.

Felicia senses that something has been going on between Sid and the Inspector. At first she thought they were just friends, but they spend an inordinate amount of their free time together and then fall out and act like strangers in public. If they were just friends surely there wouldn’t be the need for the distance and the secrecy. It’s all rather odd.

Felicia leaves Sid to it, sweeping in to the constabulary and throwing a winning smile at Sergeant Goodfellow. “Good Morning, Sergeant. It’s wonderful to see you. Apparently I’m required by the Inspector?”

Sergeant Goodfellow beams. “Morning your Ladyship. The Inspector said to bring you straight through.”

Goodfellow knocks on the Inspector’s office door and waits for a moment before entering.

“It’s Lady Felicia, sir. She’s here about the body.”

Sullivan looks surprised and a little startled at their intrusion, as if he’d been concentrating hard on something. He’d been writing, and writing a lot by the looks of it. There is some paper in front of him on the desk, filled with scribbles, and his fingers are ink stained. “Right, yes, of course. Lady Felicia, please, um, sit down. Thank you, Sergeant.”

He looks tired, Felicia thinks as she takes her seat. There are bags under his eyes, and his entire posture seems stooped, like it’s taking him real energy to hold himself up. He looks slightly scruffier than normal, too. Not so much that it would be noticeable ordinarily, but knowing the Inspector’s usually exacting style it looks a little out of place.

He’s frowning deeply, and hurriedly chivvies the paper he was writing on underneath some folders. He takes out his notepad and sighs. “Right. Lady Felicia if you could just --”

The door swings open again, and the Sergeant peeps his head round the door sheepishly. “Sorry to interrupt, Sir, but Head Office are on the phone and they want a word. They say it’s urgent.”

Sullivan looks like he’d hate nothing more than having to speak to Head Office right now. He sighs once more and stands up, running a hand over his face. “Apologies, Lady Felicia. I hope you don’t mind waiting, this will take just a few minutes.” 

It’s no bother to Felicia at all. It’s the perfect opportunity for her to do a little snooping for Father Brown.

She stands and strolls around the desk, scanning the various folders and binders for anything that looks like it might be of use. There’s nothing really, disappointingly, and she’s about to give up and sit back down again before remembering the papers that Sullivan had shuffled away quickly.

She digs them out from under the folder, and holds them delicately, balancing them on her fingertips. Sullivan’s handwriting is so neat it’s almost difficult to read, very swirly and intricate. Someone has taught him penmanship since a young age, clearly.

Felicia isn’t exactly sure what she’s expecting to be on the pages. But what she reads causes her to gasp softly.

Mr. Carter,

I rather dislike you. Sometimes I am sure that I dislike no one more than you. You continually think it’s acceptable to break the law, to spend nights in the cells, and to make yourself a general nuisance to myself and my officers. I fear that I should hate you, even.

And yet somehow I can’t. I’m sorry that I shouted the other night. I’m sorry for losing my temper and saying what I said. My problem is that I care for you, far too much than is allowed. It is my worst nightmare to see you walked into court and carted off to the cells for months, maybe years, maybe more. I know Father Brown has good intentions but you cannot deny that the man is occasionally reckless. And I know you think it’s fun to go along with him. My problem, Carter, is that while sometimes I really do not like you, I am afraid that I’m falling irrevocably in love with you instead.

You make me feel things that I have never felt in my life. Just the sight of you makes my heart beat faster and steals some of my breath away. I feel safe with you, like I could trust you with a thousand secrets and you’d never breathe a word. I feel important, and special, and good enough. I don’t think I’ve ever felt good enough for any one. I find myself wanting to talk to you for hours, and to listen to your views on everything and nothing at all. I think I could sit in silence and watch you and I would still be enthralled.

I have never felt fire like when you kiss me. How am I supposed to go about my day, sitting at this tiresome desk, when all I can think of are your arms around my waist and your lips at my neck? How can I listen to those hopeless love songs they play on the wireless and not want to be held close by you? How has my life been so discontented by something so small?

Perhaps you will think this is silly, and that this is all just a game to you. Well I’m afraid if that is the case then I can’t play it any longer. This cannot be something meaningless or fun to me anymore. My heart won’t settle until it knows you are mine. I am sorry, Sid, for the way I have been recently. But I hope now you understand why, and why truly I cannot help myself. I can only hope my feelings are returned. I am not sure what I will do if they aren’t.

Your Tommy

Felicia drops the letter back on to the desk and swallows thickly. A lump has formed in the centre of her throat, and she feels a little choked up. For someone so cold, stoic, and often emotionless Inspector Sullivan has the burning passion of a classical poet.

She feels rather guilty, then, in that moment. She is occasionally rather dismissive towards the Inspector, irritated by his sometimes contemptuous and ungrateful manner, but now she thinks they have a lot more in common that she had realised. She too knows how it feels to have been so repressed and unloved and neglected for many years. She knows how it feels to have to choke down your feelings, and never let them out. She knows how it feels to hide them behind arrogance, a cold, steel wall that very few get to see behind. A way of protecting one’s self from harm.

And yet she also knows the feeling when someone who just fits appears in your life. Someone who breathes life back into your soul and sets you free on a whirlwind of emotions. It’s a beautiful, if terrifying feeling, falling in love. Especially if it’s with someone who should be deemed entirely inappropriate, and rather criminal. She knows that feeling all too well.

It turns out that Inspector Sullivan is something of a hopeless romantic. She wonders if he’d like to read her novels.

And how wonderful it is that it’s darling Sid. Sid has allowed him to feel like this. Sid has obviously sparked something within him that has made him want to let out all of his emotions rather than keeping them bottled up. Her suspicions about the pair of them were correct. She wasn’t quite sure it had gone as far as it clearly has, but she can’t be anything less than delighted. It’s about time that someone saw Sid for the kind, protective and intensely loving soul that he really is - it was about time someone could return that love with the same ferocity.

Felicia resolves to never tell a soul about this. This is between the two men to sort out. She has no doubts that they will, and by the state of both of them it’ll happen sooner rather than later. She tucks the letter away, back where Inspector Sullivan had hidden it, and returns to her chair.

Sullivan returns moments later, looking a more than a little stressed, and drops himself heavily into his chair.

Thomas, she presumes. Tom to friends, and Tommy to someone who holds his heart in his hands.

Inspector Sullivan takes her statements quickly and tells her she is free to go. Felicia bids the Inspector goodbye far more warmly than usual.

As he escorts her from his office, she notices Sid has wandered in to wait for her. He stands up bolt straight almost immediately, his hands twisting anxiously on his cap. “Your Ladyship.”

Your Ladyship. Felicia tries not to scoff. Such formalities are rare from Sid these days. He also seems to be looking through her, at someone standing behind her. One doesn’t have to be a sleuth of Father Brown’s calibre to work out who exactly.

She also feels the Inspector tense behind her. For a moment they stand in perfect, unmoving silence, gazing at each other.

Sergeant Goodfellow appears to be busying himself with some paperwork on the front desk, but Felicia is sure there is a suppressed smile on his face. She wonders if he knows too.

It is Sergeant Goodfellow who puts them out of their misery. He informs the Inspector that there’s something in the back office that needs attending to, and Sullivan snaps out of his reverie.

“Right, yes. Thank you for your assistance your Ladyship. We’ll be in touch if we need you further.” With one last glance Sid’s way, he disappears into the back of the station.

Sid is staring helplessly at the door the Inspector had ducked in to.

Felicia presses a hand to his cheek. “Sidney,” she calls softly, waiting for Sid’s eyes to tear themselves away from the door and on to her face. “Father Brown is expecting us for elevenses soon, we’d best be going.”

“Right, yes, of course.” Sid bumbles, pulling his hat on quickly and offering her his arm.

Felicia takes it fondly. This is why Sid has been so glum recently. Now she knows it’s his first real lovers’ tiff. She has no doubt that the Inspector’s feelings are returned just as vociferously. What a silly pair.

She’ll make sure Mrs M gives Sid an extra scone to cheer him up.

I dont know if im doing this correctly... god i hope so. Im a virgin at tumblr and at sending asks. First i need to tell you that I love your writing, "I see my future before me" is amazing and so enjoyable and "chat buddies" is so funny. I love vergil and V so much. Now i wanna ask something i know you say that you dont do smut and thats perfectly fine, but... what about a romantic/make out session with V inside a Phone thingy. Hugs and kisses(you dont have to do it if you feel unconfi with it)

Hello! I'm so sorry this took a long time to do. 🙈🙈🙈

Anyway, here you go. Enjoy!

A/N: Written while listening to Rachmaninoff ( the king of angst ) Piano Concerto No. 2 in D minor.

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🖤 Stay 🖤

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Everything was ruined the moment you decided to confess to him.

Well, yeah, at first you thought he was intimidating and all, considering the fact that he kept to himself most of the time and actually gave no shits to others around him. And during those times when he did bother to join the team, he would always assert dominance over everyone, including you, and that would make things a bit harder, albeit more organized, since any of you no longer had to formulate proper strategies, since he already made some.

But, you had to admit that, during those times when you do get to go with him during missions, you learned his gestures, his distinct mannerisms, heck, even his habit of quoting poetry. And then, you realized that he was actually not the person you thought he was when you first saw him.

The cleverness of his every action, the tenacity to stay alive, the authority he exudes, the kindness he radiates, the sheer strength of his willpower,...

... his love for poetry, his deep voice, his emerald - colored eyes, his smile,...

... and yes, that smile,...

Ah, yes. It was safe to say that, after a month of being with the tattooed poet, you fell head over heels for him.

And that, alone, was a vast understatement.

And it came to the point where keeping your feelings all to yourself was no longer bearable that you just had to confess ( with a little urging from the others, especially Griffon, who kind of sensed your feelings from the very beginning ).

So, one day, that one fateful day, you mustered up all the courage you could, walked up to him and called his attention.

Then, you said it, the dreaded three words, matched and laced by other jumbled phrases and sentences that you could barely remember.

And, just like that, he told you, flat out, that the feelings aren't mutual, and that he could not, would not, reciprocate through any means.

Of course, you two came to a point where a sort of friendship was established between the two of you.

But,...

Everything was ruined the moment you decided to confess to him.

No.

More like fucked up.

And that was three whole months ago since that summer month.

Despite the embarrassing situation you two were in because of that failed attempt at an honest - to - goodness confession, you still went on missions together because no other Demon Hunter in your team could match his unique skills than you ( the others are just too brash and unrefined ). Of course, the first few weeks were very awkward. The two of you found it hard to look into each other's eyes and you barely talked to each other. The atmosphere around the two of you felt heavy and stiffling that you honestly regretted your decision to confess and ruin your decent friendship.

But, soon enough, after a few more days, you learned to move casually around him like before. You managed to maintain eye contact with him for a few minutes and regained your confidence to speak with him without feeling uncomfortable.

A few days after those torturous weeks, you learned to be yourself once more, despite the fact that you cried yourself to sleep for nights on end after his rejection.

Despite the fact that you tried to hide the bags under your eyes with heavy foundation,...

Despite the fact that you stopped listening to music entirely because every song, every lyric, every story, reminded you of him,...

Despite the fact that you were losing your appetite and that the others were beginning to notice your weight loss,...

Despite the fact the you hid all the hurt behind a smile while telling everyone that you're okay,...

Despite the fact that it hurt you even more to see him on a daily basis, reluctantly reminding yourself that you two were just not meant for each other and that you should move on.

...

And move on, you shall.

You were still in this one - sided painful loop of emotions that one cold and dreary day out in an unknown town with V for a mission when something truly unexpected happened.

You and V made your way to the only phone booth in town ( which was located in the middle of an almost empty road a few kilometers away from the next distinguishable establishment or building ) to call Nico and let her know that you successfully finished your mission.

As usual, V was the one who entered the booth to use the phone while you patiently waited outside.

Your back was turned against him all this time but, you suddenly felt an urge to look back at him like something, like an unknown force, pushed you to do it.

And there he was, actually staring at you as he talked to Nico on the phone. He had this strange look in his eyes and his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was deep in thought.

Your own eyebrows furrowed as well.

Was there something wrong?

However, you were not given the chance to muse about this any longer as rain started falling from the sky. You gasped and flinched with the sudden coldness, instinctively trying to cover your head with your hands as you made your way inside the booth. And as you entered, the cramped space did nothing but heighten the tension that V seemed to sense around you, and it actually made you very, very uncomfortable.

Well, there's no other way, right? He has to put up with the lack of space. After all, it would be for the last time -

"Who is Leon?"

At the sound of utter confusion and shock in his deep voice, you glanced up at the man who was only mere inches away from you.

"Oh, he's,..." you began, uncertain how he found out about Leon Kennedy. But, of course! Nico had to mention him to V. " ... my new partner. A high profile client from Europe has commissioned us to take on a top secret mission the day after tomorrow."

To those simple words you just uttered, V's eyes widened even more.

"So, you're,..." V began, his face getting darker by the second. "... you're coming back, right?"

Damn you for being such a big mouth, Nico!

You bit your lip, thinking it was no use to hide the secret from V any longer.

"V, I'm staying there. For good."

Silence. At first, you thought his stricken reaction would only be momentary, since he really didn't have any sort of connection to you to begin with, so there's actually no use in him even reacting, at all.

Until,...

"You're leaving and you never once told me while the others already know." He pressed on, his voice suspiciously getting darker and darker. Like he actually cared about you leaving him. "Why?"

You laughed nervously at his question, actually feeling kind of cornered that V was interrogating you this way like some kind of a criminal.

But, why even bother? You are nothing to him, and you knew that! You learned the hard way,...

"Aren't you happy that I'm finally getting a much better career opportunity?" You attempted to answer in a light - hearted, even jesting, tone, hoping, praying, for the gravity of your words to reach V. "I mean, me! The second rate Demon Hunter me finally getting a once in a lifetime chance to work at a better place! How cool is that?"

"You did not,... answer,... my question."

You slightly drew back at what you just witnessed. Somehow, V looked conflicted in some way. His eyes, which was giving you intense stares since that moment he talked to Nico on the phone, never left yours, and his posture looked more intimidating than ever before.

And he looked mad, and,... possibly hurt,... at the same time for some reason,...

You only sighed. "V, I see no reason to let you know. I mean, hey, at least you won't have to deal with my shit any longer."

"I never,... said,... you were shit."

Once again, you flinched at his words. "Don't make this any harder for the both of us. We both know this would happen any time, and you know this is inevitable."

To your utter shock and total fear, the man slammed a hand against the glass door of the booth mere inches away from the side of your face. Your shoulders tensed, your eyes closed, you were so confused as to what was going on between the two of you.

And so, so scared.

Why, V? Why?

"I' am making this harder for the both of us?!" You never heard V talk in such a way, and it honestly frightened you to the core. This is not the V you were used to. He was kind, and gentle, he was soft, and above all, understanding,...

But, all of those things were absent from him, and you honestly don't know anymore who you were talking with.

"Please, V, stop this - "

"Are you just escaping me, then?"

Your eyes snapped open, and when you finally looked at his eyes, you saw the hurt, the anguish, the torment in them.

There was no mistaking it.

He didn't want you to leave. At all.

"Maybe."

You flinched as another hand slammed on the door, this time on the opposite side. That's it, you were hopelessly trapped by the man.

By the man you still adored above all else.

"Why?!"

"I want to move on, V!" The words came out of your mouth ripped your heart apart, the gravity and truth in them hurting you and torturing you from the inside. "Every time I see you, my eyes sting. Every time I hear your voice, my chest hurts. Every time I see your face, my body goes weak. I thought I cried enough for you but, I was wrong! How stupid of me to think I was finally learning to move on but, no! As always, I'm wrong!"

"(Y/N),..."

"You listen: I want to go away from here, away from you, as far as possible! So I could learn to be myself again! So I could learn to enjoy the things I once loved! So I could learn to smile without getting hurt again!

"I love you so much, V. But, I know I mean nothing to you! I know you never cared! I know I'll never be good enough for you! I'm not worthy! And I don't want to impose my feelings for you any longer because then I know you would only drift away from me further until I could no longer reach you!

"So, please, let me go! Set the both of us free!"

"No."

"WHY?!"

The man's eyes finally started to glisten with the unshed tears that tortured him for weeks since that moment you confessed to him.

Of course he noticed how your eyes were always red and how they have huge bags under them. Of course he noticed how you stopped listening to music - the thing you adored so, so much. Of course he noticed how you were losing your vitality and not only your weight and appetite. Of course he knew that smile of yours was only a facade to hide your sadness.

Of course he knew you wanted to move on.

But, who could blame him for acting this way?

During the course of those three months since that infamous confession, a strange kind of emotion has awoken inside V. At first, he simply ignored this, since he assumed that what you were feeling for him was merely some kind of infatuation of some sort and nothing too deep.

However, as days passed, he began seeing more and more of you in a different light. For the first time in many days, he saw the gracefulness in your movements. He saw how you selflessly cared about others around you. He saw how you unconditionally showed kindness even to the lowest of beings that others might consider trash.

And, above all, he missed your little talks about yourself. He missed the sweet voice that greets his ears each morning whenever you sing to your favorite songs on the radio. He missed how you doted on him and him alone and how you ignored Dante's childish demands for attention, despite his twin brother being the clearly better man than him.

And he missed how you said you loved him and him alone.

And he damn wanted to hear you say those words to him once more.

But, you were leaving him. For good.

You would drift far away from him like a long lost childhood memory.

Then, you would learn to love another.

And this inevitability hurt him. Tore his heart apart.

And the pain was so fucking unbearable.

"Stay. Please." He pleaded, begged, you, his voice lowered and anguished.

To this, you simply shook your head.

"I have made my decision, and you have no choice but to understand and respect it."

"No!"

"Please, V! I beg you - "

And the sadness crept even closer to you as the man took hold of the back of your head and crashed his soft lips against yours, moving in a rushed and certain way that successfully conveyed the untold emotions he had for you.

You tried to push him away, to wake up from this wishful thinking that he's doing everything he can to not let you leave him. But, the gentle strokes of his hands against your back, those whispers of his that begged you to stay, those lips which were locked against yours in heated passion and deep longing that betrayed and conveyed his true feelings to you,...

... that warmth of his and those forbidden sensations it caused your body to have that slowly breached and destroyed the high defenses you put up for your poor and hurt little heart,...

Oh, God! Why?! Why are you falling all over again?!

"I love you,..." the man whispered as his lips softly brushed againts your now tear - stained cheeks. "I love you. I love you so,... so much."

"V,..."

The man cupped your cheeks and laid his forehead against yours, his eyes melting yours, finally making you cave in with his pleas.

"I know this is too selfish of me to ask, but,... I beg you,..." he whispered, his hot breath mixing against yours. "Please, do not,... leave me. Stay."

You closed your eyes, the action making you shed even more tears.

For how you could you refuse him now?

For all the things that happened between the of you for the last months,...

For all the things that unfolded between the two of you in that cramped and hot phone booth,...

Of course, you love him.

And you definitely couldn't leave him alone now.

Nico, who arrived a few moments ago with your luggage inside her van, witnessed everything. With a smug and proud smile on her lips for her two team mates, she dialled a number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Leon, it's me."

"Hey. What time will she arrive on the airport? I want to personally escort her, myself."

"I think that won't be necessary."

"Why is that?"

"Umm, I guess she found another,... a new,... leash on life. She's not going. I'm sorry."

"Oh. That's too bad. Then, I would let the President know. I guess I'll be going to Spain alone."

"Ah, yeah. Thanks, Leon."

"No problem."

"Don't let those zombies bite. And get the girl out."

"Will do."

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🖤🖤🖤

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The Most Effective Step by Step System to Reprogram Your Mindset and Reality to Naturally Conquer All Deep-Seethed Fear in order to Achieve ALL Your Goals and Dream It took me years to perfect this code, but once I was able to organize the steps needed to wrench apart limiting beliefs from the ethical beliefs that sustained me, I created a whole new system that the world has never seen before: a system that focused on the actual ideas that hold back people from health, wealth and success! This step by step system is stacked-full of all the powerful toolkits and information you NEED to get rid of all limiting self-beliefs and fears holding you back from becoming the person you’ve always known you could be. It has worked for a lot of people; I am very sure it will work for you. The effect of fear on our personal lives is more damaging than any terrorist can ever hope to achieve. Fear of life prevents most of us from living. But do you know you can declare these fears a fiction of the mind and move ahead to realize a life you are born to live? The book is written to empower people and show the paradox that fear is both automated and self-created. Fear runs our life, but we can be responsible in spite of being born in the world of a survival run by fear. Being frustrated alone cannot solve the problem, you can’t wish your challenges away because you are too afraid to take action, the book will teach you how to handle them. The same way it is detrimental to continue doing the same thing and expecting a different result, you need a mindset, and attitudinal change and book will help you do it. Various chapters exist in the book that will mirror down your situation and talk to you about the foundations of your problem so you can move forward in life. We know you deserve to be successful, you have worked so hard, and you need to be seeing results that compensate your hard work, buy Fear- a fiction of the mind and let it help you.You don’t want to continue living in misery, do you? You don’t want someone else to eat the fruit of your labor only because you couldn’t take action, do you? Motivational speakers tell you to do something even if they haven’t tried it before, we ask you to take action and beat your fears because your life depends on it! What are you afraid of when it has worked for countless people? All you have to do is buy the book. WAIT! DO YOU ALSO KNOW THAT…..FEAR CAN STOP YOU FROM PROGRESSING? Today I am here to declare that indeed you are the creator of your own life. Because you create your thoughts, you create your happiness, and you create your fear. The only thing is that you have lost the key to your mind. You let survival program your mind and run the show. You let your parents, your peers and your past program your mind. You lost the freedom to your mind. That is why I ask whose mind it is? If it is yours, then why are you suffering? If it is yours, then why are you not joyful? If it is yours, why do you allow fear to steal the freedom of expression? I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU TODAY,THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT YOU CAN OVERCOME Go ahead and start that business you want to start. Go ahead and study what you really want to explore. Go ahead and become a musician, poet, artist, fashion designer or whatever else you want to do. Sure you might fail, but you might succeed too. Take the risk today and conquer your fear.The fear of suffering, hurts, guilt, regrets, worry, and anxiety can change to joy, happiness, bliss, peace, freedom, and ease. Don’t wait any longer to live the life that you want! Let this book take you through the journey of discovering fear as a fiction of the mind!  In this book, you will:  And for the GREAT NEWS! Because I truly want as many people that need this system to get their hands on it…I’m making it available at a huge discount to become the one complete CONTROL of your life finally! BUT… you need to act now – because this is a short-term limited offer and will be increased back to the regular price or possibly be pulled down and never to been again. So, I recommend you don’t sit on this and take action today! You have nothing to lose with 60 days return policy. Copyright © 2018 Paradox Principle | Contact Us CLICKBANK® is a registered trademark of Click Sales, Inc., a Delaware corporation located at 1444 S. Entertainment Ave., Suite 410 Boise, ID 83709, USA and used by permission. ClickBank’s role as retailer does not constitute an endorsement, approval or review of these products or any claim, statement or opinion used in promotion of these products. Subscribe to receive FREE 100 questions to discover your deep-rooted fears This is the bottom slider area. You can edit this text and also insert any element here. This is a good place if you want to put an opt-in form or a scarcity countdown. Conquer fear and take your life to the next level in no time  Without wasting thousands of dollars on gurus, mentors and other positive-thinking preachers All the problems you’re facing… (financial, romantic, professional) Or the dreams you’ve been putting on hold… (starting a business, writing a book, traveling around the world) Or the goals you struggle to achieve… (a bigger house, a better car, starting a family) And the challenges that seem impossible to overcome… (if only you had the resources) Why do you think this happens to you? I’ll tell what it’s NOT: it’s not because there’s something wrong with you or because you don’t have the abilities or the opportunities to turn your life into everything you’ve ever wanted it to be. You’re awesome and deep inside (or maybe not that deep) you know it! There’s an invisible “ceiling” in your mind that stops you from doing what you know you should be doing to get what you want: and that ceiling is called fear. Fear is the reason you are not taking the decisions you know you should be taking. Fear, which usually sounds like:  What if I’m not good enough? I don’t have the skills or the knowledge I’ll just end up broken-hearted again If only it was that easy… Your life might be entirely controlled by fear without you even realizing it. Our lives are always controlled by fear more than we know. Fear controls the choices we make, our actions, our habits and, ultimately, our destiny. Fear of how life may turn out prevents most of us from living.And the thing is, it’s not that easy to deal with either. You can’t just wish your fear away. No, it’s rooted deeply in your subconscious, put their by parents and friends, by society, by your partner, by your kids. In fact, it’s your brain’s way to survive — pointing out everything that’s dangerous and that can do you physical or emotional harm. What would life look like if you didn’t let fear steer the wheel? When you begin to face your fears, you will eliminate anything holding you back from living the life you’ve always dreamed of. You’ll find the courage to start that business you want to start or make that bold career move you’ve been considering You’ll find the energy and inspiration to write a book or a song, to paint or to study something new You’ll find a way to improve your relationships with others, become a people-magnet, attract new friends into your life and find The One (or get him/her to commit to you) You’ll raise your standards and never settle for anything that’s beneath you ever again You’ll take back control over what matters to you and at the same time, learn to let go and enjoy life as it is Uncover the truth about why you do what you do and become the best version of yourself No, I’m not trying to sell you on a costly coaching program. 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