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ssplague · 17 days

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Chapter Four

Mature

Masterlist

Warnings: A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control.

Oh how can one’s feelings

spin a tale so profound?

For only true love shall

Determine whether darkness

Or light shall abound?

You were now queen of an earthland kingdom, you were married to the Dragon King, a mere princess no more

✨ 👑 ✨

“Gods for the millionth time, I’m fine! Why are you two so worried about this all of the sudden?!” Bakugou snapped, slouching further in his high backed chair.

It made him angry that he’d had to leave you like he did just to meet with these two old geezers! That combined with their repeat line of questioning had him growing increasingly furious.

“Now more than ever are your draconian instincts going to need regulating Katsuki, you can’t run the risk of letting them get the better of you, if you get upset and do something irresponsible like shifting accidentally, your wife could be in real danger” Jeanist reminds the soon to be king. It was frustrating for a decorated general like himself having to tip toe around the truth. A surprise shift pales in comparison to what those “in the know” truly feared happening. Both himself and Aizawa had made a promise to Midnight that they would advise Bakugou to the best of their abilities in order to keep tragedy from befalling the Royal family once more. If they fail, then what would remain of the kingdom would forever be condemned to suffer, and surely the young King’s soul would be eternally damned.

“You’re sure she’s your true mate? What does your dragon feel about her? If we’re satisfied with its response then we’ll dismiss you for tonight” Aizawa offers, yawning loudly before focusing on the young monarch. Closing his eyes, it’s easy for Katsuki to call forth his dragon and it needs no prodding to talk about you; “I knew she was mine as soon as I laid eyes on her, her scent puts the most expensive perfumes to shame, I’m growing restless, what importance are these stupid human customs when it comes to claiming my mate? I want to kill anyone that looks at her with lust in their eyes, and crush the skull of anyone harboring perverse thoughts about my goddess, she’s mine and im going to make sure she knows it,

y/n…my greatest treasure”.

“You harbor no ill will towards the lunarian princess? You do not despise the light that radiates from her pure heart?” Jeanist asks, studying the king’s form for any hint the dragon is thinking of uttering a false hood. “Dragon’s protect their mates, our love knows no bounds, our love is eternal, and unconditional…unlike you human’s” snarls the beast. “That’s good enough for now” Aizawa states, signaling for the king’s consciousness to return.

With a fierce display of teeth Bakugou returns, “There, are you geezers happy now?”.

“For now…but I think we should meet once more the morning of the wedding, and weekly after that” Aizawa says, looking at Jeanist for his approval. “I agree, just as a per caution-“ the finely dressed dressed man adds, only to be cut off by a furious snarl.

“I’m getting real fucking sick of you two insinuating I’m some loose cannon that would bring harm to my woman!” The irate blonde shouts, banging his sparking fist on the table “Ever since I returned home and told you guys about her you’ve been acting weird, is there something going on that I don’t know about?!”.

Both of the older men give each other a side eye, which only proceeds to agitate the temper-mental man further.

“For years I’ve respected you both for your knowledge and strength, that’s why you became my trusted advisors in the first place! That aside, I’ll tell you one last thing…” the dragon king gets to his feet, leaning forward on the sturdy oak table “If I find out either one of you has been keeping information from me, are aware of any conspiring, privy to any plot against my marriage or that could possibly bring harm to my wife…I will execute you myself…understand?”.

Crimson irises are alight with fury as they stare down the two men. Neither one of them display any emotion as they reply in unison;“Understood, your majesty”.

“Good, this meeting is fucking adjured…Tell the old hag I’m retiring for the evening” with that, the soon to be king storms out of the room, red cape billowing behind him.

Mate is safe, she’s here where she belongs, that’s all that matters…forget their words, the Thoughts and feelings of humans mean nothing when it comes to the bonding between dragons.

With a heavy sigh, Katsuki can’t help but agree.

The day before the wedding has you bombarded with last minute preparations non stop. You’d stood for nearly two hours as the capital’s best seamstress, accompanied by her assistant, took your measurements and quite literally crafted a dress (made from your ideal choice in fabrics) by magic. Naturally everything happening was seen under Queen Mitsuki’s watchful eye. Which allowed the two of you time to bond, the stories of her time as ruler had you looking at her with stars in your eyes. This woman was not to be trifled with; She was a warrior unlike any other, going as far as to ripping out the heart of an enemy general who had attempted to over throw her rule. You weren’t entirely sure how old she was, since it’s rude to ask (but dragons do live extremely long lives), she looked to be in her late twenties, and her mannerisms were every bit as youthful as her outward appearance.

“My son is lucky that the goddess has granted him such a perfect bride, and myself such a wonderful daughter” the older woman says as she marvels at your appearance in the finished wedding gown.

Examining yourself in every angle from the surrounding mirrors you can’t help but be delighted. You finally felt like you were coming into your own as a future queen, not just the daughter of the moon goddess.

As the day wound to a close you were finally dismissed from wedding preparations! Completely worn out, you couldn’t be happier to finally sit down for dinner. A table had been placed in your room to make things easier for the maids helping you get dressed tomorrow. A small spread of food rests atop it, along with four place settings for yourself and the three individuals you insisted dine with you.

“I don’t understand where Katsuki could have run off to, he’s been gone all day…I didn’t even get to see him off this morning, he left before I woke up” you glumly inform your new friends. Serro and Denki took Kirishima’s place in guarding you, as his majesty had apparently needed the bulky redhead for something. “You most likely won’t see him until the wedding your highness, he had plenty of his own preparations to see to” explains Serro. “You gotta tell us your secret on how you deal with him y/n, he’s been so weirdly calm ever since you came to stay” Denki states, tearing his bread roll in half.

“Well I hope to continue keeping the peace around here in the future, I’ll do my best….unfortunately I have no special secret, or method that I use on him” you reply with your usual polite smile in place.

“Not even your “womanly wiles”? Ow! I was joking Mina geez” the electric blonde cries, rubbing the knot on his head.

“Do you want to get executed? You idiot! You are talking to the new queen, if his majesty hears that kind of talk happening around her you are dead!” The pinkette scolds.

“I swear I won’t tell! We’re all friends here, right? No telling the king anything that won’t hurt him!” You exclaim nervously, “That was a hard hit you delivered Mina, how does a hand maiden know anything about hand to hand combat?”. The two men begin to snicker at your question, hiding behind their hands as the pinkette glares at them. “Actually y/n…I have a confession to make…I’m not a hand maiden, I’m the second in command of his majesty’s royal guard” Mina admits, giving you a bow and a wink.

“Wait…what?! Oh no! How rude of me to have been thinking you were my assistant this whole time! Oh goddess, what must you think of my ignorance” you fret, the other three watch you with amused smiles. “You didn’t treat me badly y/n! We’re friends remeber?” Mina asks, using your earlier words against you. “Yes, we are…we’re all friends! Regardless of station, you’re all my precious new friends” you say with a nod, dazzling smile back in place. The rest of the meal was uneventful, your guards tease you about tomorrow’s festivities until it’s time for you to turn in. The two males take their places outside your door, while Mina stays to brush out your hair. Once you bid her good night and get into bed you already know it’s pointless. Your mind and body are abuzz with excitement and anxiety, sleep won’t be coming so easily. Moonlight peeks in through the cracks in the curtains, you sit up noticing the soft glow growing brighter, the shadows shrink back as if they were being burned, the air in the room began to shimmer.

Without any warning a gorgeous woman materializes at the foot of your bed. Her long silver hair sparkles, her deep blue eyes twinkle, she wastes no time in coming to hold you close to her chest. “My sweet girl, so far from home…about to become Queen of this foreign land…my how you’ve grown up so much in such a short time” her voice is as beautiful as the sound of wind chimes in a summer breeze. “Are you proud of me? I’ve finally found my way” you ask, nuzzling into her embrace.

“I am always proud of you, that will never change” Selene responded, holding her princess tightly.

“I wish you could have met Katsuki before the wedding, I know it all seemed so rushed but words can’t describe how he makes me feel…It’s just right, I know it is” your words are rushed as you try to get everything out in one breath. This makes the moon goddess chuckle, your bottom lip begins to poke out.

“What makes you think I haven’t met him, hm?”

The question hangs in the small space between the two of you.

She motions for you to scoot over and she brings her legs up to rest atop your bed. Her hand begins to caress the top of your head once you’ve gotten comfortable with it laying in her lap. “How? When?” You ask, blinking up at her in adorable confusion. “The first time was about a year ago…the last was around six months ago” Selene says thoughtfully, “Before you get angry at him for not telling you, I used my power and swore him to secrecy, he couldn’t have told you if he wanted to”.

Just as you open your mouth to protest, she cuts you off;

“That story can wait until another day, you need to rest, tomorrow is an exciting day, your mind needs to be focused on the present”.

“You’ll be here tomorrow? From the time I wake up?” You ask as your eyes begin to grow heavy.

“After you get dressed I’ll come to see you, but I want to be seated well before the ceremony begins so I don’t take away any attention from you, we’ll have time to talk afterwards, good night my love” as soon as her words reach your ears you fall asleep.

“Your majesty”

You’re suddenly roused from the most peaceful slumber you’ve had in ages.

“Princess, it’s time to wake up”

“Mm awake…jus need a minute” you murmur groggily, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

“We prepared a light breakfast for you your highness, it’s on the table” says a maid to your left.

“Would you mind if we applied some oils to your hair while you eat? That way once you finish, it will be ready to wash out before you get in the bath” says the maid to your right, who places a robe over your night gown.

“Whatever you guys need to do is fine, let me know however I can help make this easier on you” you replied, shuffling over to the table that had a single plate amongst a number of other items. Unwrapping the silk scarf from your hair both maids lightly brush out your strands and set to work applying the conditioning mixture. It doesn’t take long to finish your toast, handful of grapes and swig down the cup of tea that made up your breakfast.

The same two maids usher you into the bathroom and you’re immediately reminded of that first day with Mina and Momo. Only you aren’t nearly as shy when you allow these women to exfoliate your entire body and scrub all your cracks and crevices. It was during that time each of them gave you their names.

“You have such a lovely complexion, it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before!” Hakagure croons as she and Tsu finish drying you off. “Is it true you come from the moon, princess?” The green dress the dark haired woman wears reminds you of a frog’s skin. Especially with the off putting way her tongue seems to peek from between her lips on occasion. “Yes, that’s where I was born…” you replied, hesitating to disclose any more private information to these two women. So you skirt around any further personal questions, just replying politely to mundane small talk as they got you ready. Mina stuck her head in to check on you a little while later, and immediately took over the task of styling your hair. Demoting Tsu to polishing your now sharpened nails as she did so. Momo entered shortly after that greeting you and giving congratulations before handing you a silk bag.

“Ooooh let me see!” Mina squeals as you examine the contents. Reaching in you grabbed out what appeared to be a scrap of lace, confusion had you looking further into the bag and upon further inspection your face burns with embarrassment.

“You‘ll change into them after the ceremony!” Ponytail assured you “Those things are for his majesty’s eyes only, so don’t feel embarrassed”. The pinkette snickers, waggling the hair brush at you, “I’ll help you put them on

y/n don’t worry!”. The other two women laughed along with her while Momo berated them for such childish behavior. The memories of having the king pressed up against you the other night immediiiately came to mind.

“Treasure…”

Just remembering the way he sounded growling in your ear as he ground into you against the wall. It had a flush crawling up from the tips of your toes to the roots of your hair. “I need to tell you guys something…so I can ask some questions…and I hate how this will sound so commanding…” purposefully using the repeat pause between words to build up the nerve you needed, your eyes briefly close. When they reopen any flicker of insecurity or hesitation was absent, the e/c irises now sparkling with confidence,

“As your soon to be Queen I demand that any part of this conversation is not repeated outside of this room, is that clear?”.

A cheerful chorus of “Yes, your highness” comes from each of the women helping you get ready.

A relieved sigh allows you to relax against the high backed chair you occupy, “I’ve never had any sort of intimate encounter with anyone, let alone anyone of draconian descent sooooo…What exactly am I supposed to do? How will our um…how will he? Oh goddess you lot know what I mean right?!”. So much for the cool, calm, collected persona you’d channeled seconds ago.

MoMo clears her throat in attempt to hide her embarrassment, “Ahem, well my lady if I may, since you are looking for pointers on how to go about consummation-“

“Bite him!” Mina interrupted.

“Scratch and growl at him!” Hagakure exclaims.

“Stroke his ego” Tsu offers.

“Ladies please!” Momo shouts, the other three are still tittering with laughter as she clears her throat once more “Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, when it comes to consummation in our culture”.

Now that her mediative hour had concluded Midnight gets to her feet, stretching her limbs to combat the soreness from being stationary for so long. Extinguishing the incense she’d been burning, the dark haired woman moved across the room to push back the heavy drapes and throw open the large floor to ceiling windows. Inhaling a large breath of fresh air, she savored the taste of spring on her tongue. The oracle was optimistic, her cheery disposition had been favorable as of late. Eyeing the dark purple slip and black robes she planned to wear for the days festivities, she began to get ready.

Only for a sharp rap on her door to interrupt, her cheeks puff out in frustration as she hurried to answer it. The two men on the other side don’t wait to exchange pleasantries as she allows them entry.

“How did your talk with his majesty go?”

The difference between the two men was always similar to that of night and day. Today however, it could be considered comical; With Jeanist in his perfectly pressed dark blue General dress robes adorned with shining silver metals, matching cuff links sparkling brilliantly. Standing tall beside Aizawa in his black Dress robes with a few obvious wrinkles but equally decorated with badges of honor, his tattered scarf ever present around his neck. The latter speaks first; “The king was more on edge than usual, I’d chalk that up to pre wedding jitters, the beast-“.

His companion is quick to take over the explanation, “The dragon gave the same answers as we reported the other night, I detected no treachery or malicious intent, to be honest it seemed preoccupied…possibly a bit bored”.

“So it’s thoughts were elsewhere? Where might that be, my lord?” asks Midnight from behind her changing stands, an airy chuckle reaching their ears. “I hardly think it’s up for discussion if there was no indication of hostility towards the Princess” Jeanist replied in a clipped tone, but professional as always. Stepping out in her new outfit, the oracle grabs a black ribbon off her vanity and moves towards the dark haired man.

“Since you will be amongst the audience you’ll get a chance to see the two of them interact, we can rehash our individual thoughts after the ceremony concludes” Aizawa says with an annoyed huff as Midnight pulls his hair back, tying the ribbon around his messy locks.

“I agree with that, now which of you is escorting me?” Her violet eyes fluttering as she smiles at the men, even though she knows the answer.

Jeanist opens the door, gesturing for the Oracle and Advisor to go ahead of him. “Don’t forget to lock it!” The woman calls as she tosses a key towards the sharp dressed man. Heeding her request, Jeanist shakes his head as Midnight’s patronizing giggles echo down the hallway.

“Are you nervous?”

The question comes from one of the two older women sitting behind you. It was strange to see Selene and Mitsuki enjoying a cup of tea together in this setting.

Both beautiful in their own right, two powerful women, one a queen of this earth land kingdom, and the other a queen residing over the moon that oversees this blue planet from the heavens above. It was the moon goddess herself that had made an offhand suggestion that perhaps Mitsuki would be able to trace her lineage back to the warrior queen of Mars. They both chuckled at this, and watching their exchange you can’t help but wonder if there just might be truth to her claim.

Seeing them get along so well made you feel at ease.

“A little” you admit, examining your reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time “But listening to your banter has made it easier to relax, you two seem more like old friends rather than two women who just met the morning of their children’s wedding”. Both women looked towards each other before looking back at you with smiles on their faces. Almost like they knew something you weren’t aware of.

“Maybe Goddess Selene will bless us mere mortals with her presence more often now that you’re here” Mitsuki’s voice had a slight teasing tone about it, and you could swear your mother had the slightest flush to her cheeks.

“Careful what you wish for, what if you were to grow tired of my constant intrusions? Then I’d have to give you twelve years of bad luck” Selene replies, as quick witted as ever, yet her tone held no malice.

“Mother!” You squeaked, shocked she would even joke about such a thing. The two older women laughed at your reaction.

“Well I suppose I should go check in on Katsuki, I haven’t seen him yet today” the blonde woman says as she gets to her feet.

“You haven’t seen him at all?” You ask confused.

“That boy is a nightmare to deal with when he’s preparing for an important event, one could hardly blame me for preferring the company of two lovely celestial ladies over the company of my foul mouthed brat” she replies, patting you on the back as she walks past. Only to pause at the door and glance back at Selene, “I’ll meet you in the foyer in fourty-five minutes?” She asks.

Your mother nods and the two of them hold eye contact for a few seconds before the blonde woman leaves the two of you alone.

“How long have you known?”

The question is sudden and quiet.

The goddess sighed before answering your question,

“After you fell asleep last night she came to your room and sought me out, I just found out”. You merely nod in response, now wasn’t the time to confront her about it.

“You look so beautiful, I’m happy that you followed your own path, I raised a perfect young woman” Selene comes to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around you.

The both of your reflections smiled in the mirror, “Oh no! I forgot to ask you-“ your sudden exclamation was hushed by your mother “I have it”. The shimmering piece of selenite appeared in your hand, it was crafted into a perfect crescent shape, a small gold hoop stuck through the top. “Thank you momma” you gushed happily “It’s perfect”. “I have one more thing to give you” she replied, moving towards your dresser. She brought back a small stone box with a large moon on the lid, ancient inscriptions were carved in on all sides proving its age.

“This belonged to my great grandmother, and now it’s yours”

The handsome (albeit grumpy) king readjusted the gold chain and fang necklaces around his neck for the umpteenth time. An annoyed growl rips from his throat as he takes the smaller few off. Looking back In the mirror he nods, now sporting only the largest golden chain and his newest piece made from the fangs of the ancient dragon he’d slayed recently. The Royal jeweler had just delivered it this morning, along with a few other pieces that Bakugou had also requested be made.

“Very impressive your majesty” Kirishima says with a flash of his own fanged smile. The red head and three other members of the king’s personal guard lean against the wall of Bakugou’s bedroom closest to the door. Just the five of them occupied the room, the servants that had tried assisting the temperamental Royal at getting ready had vacated the premises a long time ago.

“Looking a little nervous my king” Kaminari says offhandedly.

“Not getting cold feet are you?” Serro is quick to add, both men smirking at the king’s now obviously ruffled feathers.

Katsuki whirls around on them with clenched teeth and fire alight in his eyes, and just as he opens his mouth to begin a ferocious tirade, the bedroom door opens.

“You clean up well brat” Queen Mitsuki teases her son as she enters the room “Would you four give us a moment, it’s about time for you to take your places”.

A chorus of “Yes your majesty” comes from the four knights as they single file out of the room.

“Here it is, the day of my first and only son’s wedding…The day you will become king in more than just words, this land will be not just your’s to rule but your Queen’s as well” the blonde woman comes to stand before her son, “I know your father is proud of you, and I am just as proud of the man that you have become Katsuki”. The way his mother wraps her arms around him comes as a surprise to the king, he is still quick to return her hug just as tight, mumbling a soft “Love ya mom”. When the two of them separated the older woman dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her dress, “Don’t you dare hold this against me, I’m probably going to be bawling more than once today”.

“Wouldn’t dream of it hag”

“So much for a sentimental moment between mother and son, you brat”.

“My lady, it’s time” the voice of a servant alerted you. Taking one last look at your reflection, the glittering tiara atop your head fills you with new confidence. The magic that flowed through your veins even seemed to be amplifying thanks to the treasured heirloom. You had to walk yourself down the aisle, which would mean that every eye will be focused solely on you. Remembering that you are a representation of the lunarian kingdom, you were sure to stand tall and proud, walking with the utmost grace. Exiting the open door, a beautiful burgundy rug has been laid out over the grass, leading down the sloping palace grounds, between the many rows of occupied seats. Excited whispers began as everyone turned to watch you walking down the aisle.

“Absolutely stunning!”

“Is she really from the moon?”

“How beautiful our new queen is!”

The compliments only made you more reassured in your self-confidence. You look towards where the rug ends, seeing steps leading up a raised platform and your heart skipped a beat. The Dragon King stands waiting for you in all his glory; His usual fur lined cape is draped over his shoulders, tribal ink snaking up his impressive biceps, that unintentionally flex as his arms are crossed in front of his chest. The golden chain around his neck glitters, drawing your attention to the second necklace he wore made up of black beads and large jagged teeth. Somehow you manage to keep yourself from hurrying forward. Each step you take is slow, and meaningful and once you finally reach the bottom step Katsuki reaches a hand out to you. Which you take and return his firm grip with a squeeze, allowing yourself to be led up the remaining few steps. He resembles something like a demigod, with the way his blonde hair shines in the sunlight, surrounding his head similar to the halo of an angel. Both of you smile as you take in the appearance of one another, quick to become lost in each other’s eyes. The priest clears his throat and it puts an end to the stupor you two were seemingly caught up in.

“Today marks a momentous event that will forever change history; A bridge between heaven and earth, the joining of celestial and terran, the blessed union between our Dragon King and the Lunarian princess” the elderly man says, pausing to allow the applause and cheering of the crowd. It was nice to see the few hundred or so people seated in chairs closest to the raised platform, but it was astounding to see all of the hundreds if not thousands of people, along with magical creatures, crowded in to the castle grounds. Those that didn’t fit were seated atop the heads of dragons, enabling them to watch the ceremony despite being behind the protective walls.

Turning your head away from the crowd, the squeeze of the grip on your hands has your eyes flitting upwards. Looking into Katsuki’s eyes was like being swept up in a harsh current. The priests words were immediately garbled nonsense, you were drowning in a sea of red. The veil over your face fluttered in the wind, and the king says something aloud.

The smile he gives you has you feeling weak in the knees.

“Princess Y/n”

The sound of your title has you standing at attention, listening to the priest’s words intently;

“Do you take King Bakugou Katsuki as your husband? To have and hold through good times and bad? To stand beside him and rule this country to the best of your ability as a queen and wife?”.

“I do and I shall” you replied confidently, squeezing the large hands holding your own.

“Then by the power invested in me, witnessed by all that are here, I now pronounce you husband and wife” as soon as the words were said the veil was lifted from your face and Katsuki was kissing you. The kiss was deep and breath stealing, you could feel the desire and happiness in it. Cheers had broken out all around the courtyard, the roars and shouts echoing from all around the kingdom. Just as your lungs began to burn from lack of air did the kiss finally end.

“I now present your new King and Queen!” Announces the priest, holding his arms open as he declares this to the crowd.

The events that followed all happened in such a rapid procession, it felt like you were wrapped up in a sort of whirlwind.

You remember receiving hugs from both Mitsuki and your mother, but after that it was just a bunch of congratulations, well wishes, and handshakes from a variety of strangers. It was only once you were ushered back into your bedroom that you could take a moment to breathe. Sitting down on the soft bed everything had started to sink in; You were now queen of an earthland kingdom, you were married to the Dragon King, a mere princess no more. Speaking of which, you hadn’t gotten a single moment with your husband, the kiss at the altar was the only one you’d gotten thus far. He hadn’t said a word while you two were being bombarded by the gathering well wishers. You hadn’t even been able to give him your present…

Fishing the selenite out from your cleavage, you sighed. Without warning the door of the room burst open and in came Mina and Momo.

The latter holding three champagne flutes, while the former clutched a half empty bottle.

“Congratulations y/n!” The pinkette cheered, hugging you happily.

Kicking the door shut behind her, the dark haired woman strides over gracefully, offering you one of the flutes, “How about a toast before we help you get ready for your special night?”. “Ah yes! That would be lovely” you smile, taking the glass as you get to your feet.

“To our new queen, and beloved friend y/n! May your marriage be happy and the fires stemming from undying love as well as passion never extinguish!” Mina exclaims and the three of you clink glasses.

Laughter proceeds only after you’d each drained your respective glass, along with Momo giving Mina a hard time about her ridiculous toast.

True to her word, Mina had indeed helped you Into the garments from that silk bag.

You couldn’t bare the embarrassment as you peeked at your reflection in the full body mirror. The two women had made sure to bathe you throughly once again. “The king won’t react well to anyone else’s scents on you during your bonding” Momo had explained, as you gave her glove covered hands a strange look.

They rubbed you down with a slightly vanilla scented, shimmering body oil (Apparently it was close to your natural scent, according to Mina). Now you were standing in the middle of your room skin glittering, clad in what was essentially scraps of silk, with dragon scale accents that hid your nipples and pussy (barely). Just as you were downing another glass of champagne, the girls pulled a thin, floor length black cloak over your shoulders. Making sure it was secured before placing a cape over your shoulders. “A gift from the King” you had been told. The outside fabric was thick and white while the inside was a black velvet, and a black fur made up the collar. It was almost just like the one your husband always wore. Your helpers made sure everything was fastened to keep any of your unmentionables from slipping out.

Just as they both stood back to admire you, a loud knock could be heard on the door. “You’re all set! You look lovely your majesty” Momo smiles. “Remember everything I told you! Especially that last bit! Just relax It’s going to be great, no worries!” Mina reminds you cheerfully as the two of them accompany you out of the door.

Kirishima was standing there waiting to escort you with his usual smile in place, he offers you his arm. Taking hold of it, the knight begins to usher you down the hall, both ladies cheering until you rounded the corner. “You look very nice my lady” the red head compliments, keeping his eyes forward but still smiling all the same. “Thank you…” you appreciate the compliment but the nervousness you felt grew with each step forward.

Finally reaching the end of the hallway, its down a short staircase and the knight opens a door for you. Another exit from the castle you weren’t aware of. The breeze is gentle, and stars are beginning to twinkle in the twilight sky. You see your mother and Mitsuki talking to Katsuki, who immediately looks towards you as you walk across the grass. His intense gaze has your face heating up, and if both your mothers weren’t standing there he probably would have pounced on you. Once you come to stand beside the three of them your king takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it “Ready to go?”. The spot his lips touched sends tingles throughout your body, all you can do is nod in reply. “You two have fun” Mitsuki says while pulling you into a hug.

“Mother, I thought you and I-“

Selene interrupts you before giving a hug of her own, “Plenty of time for that when the two of you return, enjoy this special time with your husband”.

You don’t have time to argue due to the sudden appearance of a familiar red dragon waiting just a few feet away. Bakugou bids your mothers goodbye and scoops you up bridal style. He doesn’t set you down once the two of you are seated, you stay in his lap as Kirishima takes flight. Katsuki groans as takes in your scent, nipping and kissing the sensitive flesh “Been waiting for this moment all day, could hardly wait to get my hands on you”. One of his hands slips beneath the cloak to run up your bare legs. Your toes curl as he squeezes one of your thick thighs, he doesn’t miss a beat when engaging you in another passionate lip lock. Your fingers lightly caress his cheeks before running them down to his pecs.

Your tongue tangles with his when you finally feel yourself slicking up.

The wetness between your thighs reminds you that a thin string is the only thing there to catch any drips, and you’d rather not leave a wet spot on your new husband’s pant leg.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his as you catch your breath. “My king…I’m sorry if I may not act like a proper lady tonight, I hope that come sunrise you won’t hold any of my actions against me” You say with a sigh, moving your head back to properly look him in the eye. A blonde brow is raised before a sinister smile appears on the king’s handsome face, “oho is that a challenge or a threat? my queen”. Your eyes catch sight of the slivers of sharp canines in his mouth, and your gaze lingers on them as you quietly reply, “It’s neither…I just don’t exactly feel like my usual self right now, not to say I’m someone else but my feelings are unfamiliar and overwhelming”.

Gently you reach for one of his hands and guide it towards your chest, laying it over your heart.

A sudden shyness comes over you, and looking up at him with innocent eyes you enquire, “Do you feel it?”.

Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki had been able to hear the pitter patter of your heart this entire time.

How adorable, it’s just like a bunny that’s been cornered by a hungry wolf

He can’t help but agree, his hold on you becomes impossibly tighter.

Eliminating any space between your bodies, he cradles the back of your head in a large palm. Guiding you to rest it in between his neck and shoulder. “S’normal to be nervous treasure, because after tonight you will be a different person” your king presses a kiss to your forehead “Just relax for now, it won’t be much longer until we arrive”. Something inside of you feels as though Katsuki’s voice has this underlying nefarious tone to it. An abrupt shiver shoots down your spine, in attempts to soak in the natural warmth that radiates off his skin you’re quickly wrapping your arms around your lover.

The wind is always a bit cooler at night, especially at this altitude. That explains where these continuous chills are coming from.

Right?

A/N: Something I didn’t call attention to at the end of last chapter; If you read the prophecy laid out in the prologue, and compare it to the version that Izuku reads during the flight in chapter 3 you’ll notice quite a big difference! Just to explain that in case anybody didn’t catch onto it; Only a few people in the kingdom were made aware of the complete prophecy that Midnight spoke of. There was a heavily censored version that was put out to the kingdom’s general public and it’s regarded in a celebratory way. So much so, the people turned it into a nursery rhyme song for children. This is because they remain ignorant to the other half of it. The version they know only speaks of the king finding love and that the kingdom will in turn be blessed and forever remain prosperous.I felt this was important for me to explain, just so nobody is thinking “This bitch is so dumb she can’t even remember words that she wrote three chapters prior 🙄”.I would hope none of you think that negatively of me 😅 It sure doesn’t seem that way but just Incase! ❤️‍🔥 So any thoughts or theories as to what’s going on or going to happen?

Thank you all for every like, share, comment and follow!

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Planets in the Ascendant { Vedic Astrology }

The Ascendant holds immense significance in Vedic astrology, shaping one's physical attributes, personality, health, and overall outlook on life. When a planet resides in the Ascendant, it exerts a profound influence on an individual's journey. Let's unravel the effects of each planet when positioned in the Ascendant.

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Sun

The Sun, revered as the ruler of the celestial realm, symbolizes the soul, ego, vitality, and essence of self. With the Sun in the Ascendant, individuals are bestowed with leadership qualities, confidence, and an authoritative demeanor. These individuals often possess a commanding presence and are driven by a desire to achieve success. However, they must guard against tendencies towards egotism or dominance.

Mercury

Mercury influences communication, intellect, and analytical abilities. When it aligns with the Ascendant, it indicates a person who is quick-witted, inquisitive, and skilled in getting their thoughts across effectively. They excel in juggling multiple tasks and have a broad range of interests. However, they might struggle with feeling overwhelmed or restless at times.

Jupiter

Jupiter, the planet of wisdom, expansion, and prosperity, holds great significance when it graces the Ascendant. Its presence indicates an individual who radiates optimism, generosity, and a deep spiritual inclination. These individuals are highly respected and possess a strong moral compass. It is crucial for them to be mindful of the tendency to indulge in excess or become complacent.

Venus

Venus, the planet associated with love, beauty, and harmony, casts its enchanting spell when it resides in the Ascendant. Those blessed with this placement exude charm and attractiveness, captivating all those around them. They have a profound appreciation for the arts, seek comfort, and value relationships. However, they must be cautious not to become overly indulgent or reliant on others for validation.

Saturn

Saturn, the planet of discipline, responsibility, and long-term planning, takes center stage when it aligns with the Ascendant. Individuals with this placement often appear serious, disciplined, and hardworking. They possess a maturity beyond their years and have a strong sense of duty. Their challenge lies in overcoming feelings of inadequacy or chronic dissatisfaction.

Moon

When the Moon is in the ascendant, the individual is likely to be emotionally sensitive, nurturing, and protective of those they care about. They may have a strong connection to their mother or caregivers and be highly attuned to their emotional needs. It also indicates a deep connection to their intuition and emotional guidance.

Mars

Mars in the ascendant people are likely to be energetic, assertive, and bold in their approach to life. They may be prone to taking risks and pursuing their goals with confidence and determination. They have a strong desire for adventure, a willingness to take risks and pursuing their goals with confidence and determination.

Rahu [North Node]

The presence of Rahu in the Ascendant signifies a fascinating blend of personality traits. As the North Node of the Moon, Rahu represents deep-seated desires and worldly attachments. Individuals with Rahu in the Ascendant possess a strong and captivating aura, often approaching life in unconventional ways. Their curiosity leads them towards foreign cultures and unconventional subjects. However, it is crucial to be aware that Rahu can also bring about confusion and an inclination towards obsession.

Ketu [South Node]

Having Ketu in the Ascendant brings forth a unique blend of spirituality, detachment, and past life karma. Individuals with this placement often possess a withdrawn nature and a deep fascination with metaphysical and spiritual endeavors. They may grapple with a sense of identity and often feel like outsiders in society. The key for these individuals lies in finding a harmonious balance between detachment and active participation in the world around them.

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lick-me-lennon22 · 1 month

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Beatles X Reader who has trouble expressing their emotions

(another lovely anonymous request!! hope you all are having a good week so far :) please enjoy 💞)

John

John would likely use wit and sarcasm to deflect from emotional topics at first

however, internally, he'd be incredibly observant and sensitive to your feelings

he would feel a deep sense of empathy towards you, understanding the struggles of navigating and expressing complex emotions

being quite introspective himself, John would take a patient and understanding approach, creating a non-judgmental space for you to open up gradually through long conversations and shared experiences

he'd be the type to challenge you gently, pushing you out of your comfort zone in a supportive way to help you grow emotionally

while John might struggle with his own emotional expression at times, he'd make a conscious effort to show vulnerability in small, subtle ways, hoping to lead by example and encourage you to do the same

Paul

Paul (always wanting to fix things) would feel a strong desire to help you feel comfortable expressing yourself, wanting nothing more than for you to feel understood and supported

he would use his own experiences to relate to you, gently encouraging you to open up on your own time

he would offer lots of affection and reassurance, showing you that it's okay to be vulnerable and that you are dearly loved and valued by him

Paul may encourage you to engage in activities with him often, using shared experiences as a way to build your trust

he might share his more personal songs or poetry with you in an attempt to connect and inspire you to express your feelings in a similar way

despite his outward confidence, Paul would still have moments of self-doubt, always wondering whether he's doing enough to support his partner

George

George feels a profound sense of appreciation for your complexity and strives to show his respect for your boundaries

he would quietly support and comfort you, offering a sense of calm and stability for you to lean on

George may not push you to express yourself verbally, but would instead encourage you to find outlets for your emotions, offering a perspective that fosters self-reflection and discovery

he might suggest meditation or journaling in an effort to help you become more in tune with yourself and your feelings

George would cherish quiet moments of intimacy with you, like sitting together in silence, holding hands, and simply enjoying each other's presence without the need for words

he is always deeply moved by your rare moments of vulnerability, viewing them as feats of strength and bravery

Ringo

Ringo would be the epitome of patience and understanding, feeling a deep and genuine desire to make you feel validated and cared for

his easygoing demeanor would put you at ease and help create a comfortable atmosphere for you to relax and be yourself around him

he'd suggest activities that allow you to relax - hoping that even if you don't want to talk about your feelings, you're able to shed some weight from your shoulders

Ringo is always there with supportive words or a comforting hug if you need it, without any pressure of opening up

he would make a conscious effort to listen actively when you do want to talk about things, not just waiting for his turn to speak but genuinely taking in what you have to say and validating your emotions without judgment

Ringo would still have his moments of quiet concern, worrying about whether he's done all he can to help you feel secure in your relationship, and would constantly strive to be a better partner

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Loved reading your deep dive on sexism in atla and your breakdown of sokka and gender roles. was wondering if you have any posts on your thoughts about katara and aang's relationship/growing affections in the show. and what it means for them as individual characters, but also in the grand scheme and overall message of the show. you're so eloquent and introspective, I would really love to hear your thoughts, if you wanted to share.

thanks! i’m not sure whether you want me to analyze their relationship through a specific framework or focus on anything in particular, so i guess i’ll just generalize here.

symbolically and thematically, aang and katara’s relationship is the heart of the show, and therefore it makes perfect sense that it concludes with their embrace. katara and aang are equal protagonists in my opinion; while aang is the titular character, katara is the narrator, and their respective roles are so informed by each other that they could not exist separately. aang is the last airbender, katara is the last waterbender, and they each come together as genocide survivors to give each other the necessary hope to resist and work towards toppling the imperialist regime that has persecuted and subjugated their peoples.

their relationship is incredibly profound, one of faith, trust, deep friendship, and inexorable hope. they embody the show’s principal themes both as individuals and as a duo. “love is brightest in the dark” really summarizes it best. in absolutely abject, miserable, hopeless conditions, they find true friendship and unconditional love and support in the other, and it allows them to achieve more than anyone around them ever thought possible. but they knew, because they never lost that unwavering faith in each other.

aang was katara’s first true friend, and they are best friends in every sense of the word. katara yells at aang exactly once (in “the waterbending scroll”), and immediately apologizes for it. this is unusual for her, and a testament to her affection for him that so surpasses her feelings for literally anyone else (she never once apologizes for moments wherein she said far harsher things to sokka or toph, for example). aang thinks katara is perfect and beyond reproach, and vice versa. the admiration and love they have for each other is not only very sweet, but also crucial to the show’s entire framework.

and yet…..i don’t really care for their romance. it’s not that i don’t understand its thematic significance (obviously i do), but i think it’s just framed kind of…awkwardly? it doesn’t really land for me. there’s something kind of puerile in the way katara is framed through aang’s gaze that almost trivializes and negates the significance of their friendship to me.

i’m not against their romantic potential point blank, and have said in the past that i think it would make sense for them to date at some point as teenagers, but the way their romance was navigated throughout the show never quite sat right with me. i mean, for one thing, they are babies. but i also just can’t help feeling like their cutesy tween romance undermines the sheer depth of their relationship. while their relationship as a whole is quite literally painted on a cosmic scale, their awkward moments of “aaah i have a crush on my best friend!!!” kind of jar with that. and it doesn’t have to per se; i like that they’re portrayed as goofy kids who also carry the world on their shoulders. but it just kind of does.

i think that writing romance is one of atla’s major weak points, and i really only find sokka’s relationships to land successfully as pure romance in itself. but one of the major strong points of the show’s writing is also how it depicts friendships and familial relationships, and in that domain, aang and katara are centrally, thematically crucial and profound and beautiful. so yes, it makes perfect sense that the show concludes with them embracing against a sunset, finally allowed to rest. but i cannot help but wonder whether it should have ended solely with the hug, and allowed the kiss to remain implied.

#jasmineneedsramen #asks #aang #katara #aang&katara #analysis #hot takes #also just bc their romance doesn’t work for me doesn’t necessarily mean i think it straight up sucks #ymmv and that’s fine

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DISCLAIMER: I don't know SKZ personally, and I'm not sure if they want to get married. This is just for fun and entertainment purposes! Take it with a grain of salt.

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Bang Chan

Bang Chan's future spouse seems to be someone who is deeply emotional, creative, and connected to others. They are romantic, caring, and not afraid to express their feelings openly. They might be someone who loves romance and enjoys grand gestures. Friendships hold great importance to them, and they cherish spending happy moments with their friends and loved ones. However, they may also face conflicts at times due to their strong opinions and competitive nature. Despite this, they handle disagreements with maturity, showing empathy and a desire for peace. They are curious and enjoy engaging in deep conversations, showing a keen interest in understanding each other. They are talkative and enjoy discussing various topics, both profound and trivial, with others.

Lee Know

Lee Know's future spouse appears to be someone deeply rooted in tradition and stability, cherishing values that align closely with Lee Know's own beliefs. They may share a common cultural background or hold similar traditional values, fostering a sense of familiarity and understanding between them. This person values harmony and balance in their relationships, always striving to maintain a peaceful and respectful connection with others. They are tolerant and fair-minded, approaching conflicts with a rational mindset and a commitment to finding mutually beneficial solutions. However, their tendency to carefully weigh their options and consider different perspectives may sometimes lead to delays or indecision. Despite this, they offer unwavering support and reliability, especially in matters concerning finances and practicality, providing a solid foundation for Lee Know to lean on.

Changbin

Changbin's future spouse is likely to share a deep and meaningful connection with him, possibly indicating a soulmate or someone with whom he resonates on a spiritual level. This person may have a broad view of the world, enriched by diverse experiences and a sense of personal accomplishment. It's possible that they enjoy traveling, perhaps having a job that involves journeys across the seas, bringing an adventurous spirit into their connections. His future spouse may provide a sense of security and stability, being financially secure, practical, and grounded. While they have diverse interests and creative aspirations, there could be a tendency towards a touch of idealism or daydreaming. Additionally, they may possess a sharp intellect, approach challenges with rational thinking, and excel in communication, embracing independence and straightforwardness in their interactions.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin's future spouse will be a person who brings immense love and emotional fulfilment into his life. It's possible that this individual could be his first love, someone gentle, sensitive, and deeply thoughtful. Their connection might start as a friendship, and they share caring qualities. This future partner is likely to be reliable, hardworking, and practical, providing stability and security to Hyunjin. They approach life with maturity and tranquillity, avoiding hasty decisions and valuing safety. The bond between them is characterized by a strong friendship, potentially rooted in shared hobbies that bring them closer. While his future spouse may face challenges and stress, they are willing to invest time, energy, and resources into the relationship, demonstrating patience and thoughtful reflection. They take joy in making efforts to nurture the relationship, witnessing its positive growth over time.

Han

Hans's future spouse is likely to be a confident and charismatic individual, exuding passion and possessing a well-balanced blend of masculine and feminine energies. They are strong-willed leaders, able to take charge with enthusiasm and energy. Beyond their external strengths, they harbor a deep intuition and inner wisdom, enabling them to comprehend the profound mysteries of life and love. Their intuitive and perceptive nature allows them to see beneath the surface and access inner guidance. This person will bring a renewal of hope and inspiration to Hans's life, steering him optimistically toward his dreams. They are not only forward-thinking but also intellectually stimulating, fostering lively conversations and the exchange of ideas in the relationship.

Felix

Felix's future partner sounds like someone strong and determined. They're not afraid to stand up for what they believe in, and they can handle any challenges that come their way. It seems like they're really brave and courageous like they don't back down easily. When it comes to their job, they might even be more successful than Felix. They're like a leader, always taking charge and getting things done. They're confident and know how to make things happen. They're good at managing their life too, handling lots of different things without getting overwhelmed. They're dependable and can give Felix the support and stability he needs. I think being with them will make Felix feel happy and complete like they were meant to be together. They probably have similar beliefs and values, which helps them connect even more. They may share or have similar cultural backgrounds.

Seungmin

Seungmin's future spouse is confident and great at expressing themselves. They could be really smart, always sharing interesting ideas and thoughts, and they're really honest and trustworthy. They seem to have a lot going on in their mind, always coming up with new plans or projects. They're dependable, disciplined, and good at leading others. They might be someone who likes things to be done in a certain way, following rules and traditions. They're loyal and maybe hold an important position or role. His future partner might have faced challenges or waited a while before finding success, but they're not the type to give up easily. They're sensitive, creative, and have a bit of a mysterious vibe, which might make them seem a bit intimidating. They're also really good at thinking logically and communicating clearly, making decisions based on facts rather than emotions.

I.N

I.N's future spouse may have encountered significant challenges and feelings of isolation during their youth, perhaps experiencing financial struggles or periods of loneliness where they felt left out or overlooked. These early experiences might have left them with emotional scars and a sense of vulnerability. However, despite these hardships, they are resilient and determined to overcome their past. They are on a journey of healing, gradually working through their traumas and finding ways to move forward with optimism and hope. They may have faced heartbreak and disappointment, perhaps even instances of betrayal or being let down by others. Despite the pain they've endured, they haven't lost faith in the possibility of finding true happiness and connection. While they may still be relatively young or inexperienced in certain aspects of life, they possess a deep desire to learn and grow. They are eager to explore new opportunities and expand their horizons, embracing each challenge as an opportunity for personal development. Their creative talents serve as a means of self-expression and catharsis, allowing them to channel their emotions into artistry and imagination.

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 4 months

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I'm such a big fan of your 1K fic requests (as well as your fanfics overall)! If you have time for one more 1K request, I would really appreciate it, but no pressure. I'm sure you get dozens of these. Anyway, we've seen how sensitive Ed is about people touching his face and hair and how respectful Stede is of that boundary. Could you write a fic about the first time Stede asks if he can touch Ed's face/hair? Like maybe they're kissing and things start getting more passionate and Stede wants so badly to cradle Ed's face and run his fingers through his soft hair, but he is aware of how Ed has reacted to that type of thing in the past, so he finally asks if it's okay.

I adore this prompt! People of color letting their white partner touch their hair for the first time is something that can be so beautiful.

(And no worries, I promise there will never be too many prompts in my inbox! I cherish each one. <3)

Ed didn’t let people touch his hair, as a rule.

He’d gotten tired of entitled light-skinned folks feeling like they could touch his hair without asking well before the Blackbeard persona came along. One of the very few mercies of being Blackbeard was that no one felt like they could just walk up to him and start touching his hair or his beard. Still, the idea of someone’s hands in his hair brought back bad memories. Rich fucks at that party trying to snatch the bows out of his beard and laughing when he flinched. Old boyfriends yanking his hair and laughing when he told them to stop.

So, yeah, Blackbeard used to have a zero-tolerance policy. Start with your grubby white fingers towards his hair, and you were out.

It had been a long time since he’d needed to order anyone tossed overboard for trying to touch his hair. But Ed still froze when he felt Stede’s hand on the side of his neck.

They’d been having such a nice time. Just hanging out on the sofa in the captain’s cabin, their intended job of stitching up the holes in the fabric long since abandoned in favor of making out like teenagers, and Ed was about to relax back into the kiss when he felt Stede pull back.

“Hey,” Stede whispered, slowly moving his hand away from Ed’s neck.

Ed pouted, sticking out his lower lip a bit to emphasize how tragically unkissed he currently was. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, yes, I’d love to get back to what we were doing ASAP, actually,” Stede said in a rush, his eyes dipping down to look at Ed’s lips before he visibly forced himself to make eye contact again.

Ed giggled. He loved that his boyfriend said things like ASAP.

“But I was just wondering,” Stede went on, “if it would be alright if I could touch your hair?”

Ed blinked, feeling his smile falter.

“You don’t have to let me, not at all, I know you don’t really like people touching around your face,” Stede assured him hurriedly, and even if he didn’t know the exact reasons why, he clearly at least had an inkling. “I’d just…it looks so soft, and I love your hair so much, Ed. All the time.”

It was hard not to hear what Stede meant. I love you so much, Ed. All the time.

Deep breath.

“Would you stop touching it if I asked you to?” Ed knew Stede had never been anything but perfectly respectful of his boundaries, but he had to be sure.

“Of course,” Stede said immediately, frowning like the mere idea of making Ed uncomfortable and ignoring his request to stop was the worst thing he’d ever considered.

“Okay,” Ed said, and his eyes fluttered shut in bliss when Stede’s lips met his again.

Stede pulled back just a bit, just enough to nibble cheekily at Ed’s bottom lip, and Ed practically purred into his mouth. Then he felt Stede’s gentle, hesitant hand on the side of his face, cupping his face, gently scratching his nails through Ed’s short beard, and he groaned in delight, shifting to try to nuzzle his cheek into Stede’s palm.

When Stede got his other hand into Ed’s hair, it was the most profound gentleness he’d ever experienced. Stede ran his hair through his fingers so carefully, taking so much care not to pull or hurt him in any way.

It was so rare, for someone to be touching Ed’s face like that, to be in his space so intimately, and so obviously not have any desire to hurt or mock him.

When they pulled back, panting into each other’s mouths, a worried line popped up between Stede’s eyebrows. “Ed? Are you okay?”

“Mmmmyeah,” Ed said, very eloquently.

“You’re crying,” Stede whispered.

“Oh.” Ed lifted his hand from Stede’s chest - he didn’t even remember putting it there - and wiped at his eyes with his knuckles. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Stede told him softly. “I didn’t hurt you, or make you uncomfortable, did I?”

“Nah, man. The opposite, if anything.”

Stede had moved his hands back to his own lap, and Ed picked them up, gently guiding him to cup Ed’s face in his hands. He took a deep breath, then let it out, letting himself relax, letting Stede cradle him in his hands.

“This, Stede?” He said, nuzzling down into Stede’s hands. “This is perfect.”

That night, as they were getting ready for bed, Ed worked up the courage to ask Stede to brush his hair.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t do it himself, of course, and with their hair textures being so different, it took some explaining for Stede to learn how to use Ed’s brushes and hair products. But Stede was a fast learner, Ed was a patient teacher, and he knew Stede wanted to take care of his hair just as much as Ed wanted to be taken care of.

It was a bit scary, at first. They sat on the bed with Ed between Stede’s legs, and Ed was very aware of how much trust he was putting in Stede. For his part, Stede was hesitant and careful, making the beginning a very slow process, and Ed jumped at every unexpected touch. But it was so easy to feel safe with Stede, and soon enough Ed felt like a boneless puddle in Stede’s lap as he brushed his hair, cooing about how beautiful and soft Ed’s hair was.

“You’re so lovely,” Stede said, and Ed could feel his smile against his skin when he leaned down to press a kiss to the back of his neck. “I could stay here for the rest of my life, just like this, and die happy. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

Mine.

“Oh,” Stede muttered, pausing in his brushing, sounding almost surprised at himself. “Is that okay? Can I say that?”

“Yeah,” Ed said, preening under his hands. “I’m all yours.”

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eclipsedzs · 1 year

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𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀²

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Remus Lupin

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝗣𝗿𝘁 𝟭

Genre:✓✘

Paring(s): Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where remus lupin freaks out when his girlfriend slips up that she knows he was..in fact..a werewolf

Disclaimer(s): Angst, Fighting, Cursing

THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED felt strange and unsettling for the couple, leaving them both yearning for the assurance that their bond remained intact.

The entire school sensed the shifting dynamics of their relationship, aware that they were once regarded as the epitome of an extraordinary couple.

However, ever since Y/N had discovered Remus's secret and their ensuing disagreement, a heavy silence had settled between them, robbing them of their usual intimacy.

They resorted to avoiding each other's presence in the grandeur of the great hall, the once-shared moments of strolling and sitting together now relegated to distant memories. In classes, they deliberately chose separate seats, maintaining an emotional chasm between them.

Only fleeting glances, exchanged when one of them thought the other wasn't looking, bore witness to their lingering affection, a poignant acknowledgment of the love they still harbored amidst the palpable distance.

The impact of the shift was most deeply felt by James, Peter, and Sirius. What used to be days brimming with laughter, mischief, and shared plans now hung heavy with the weight of a brooding Remus and the palpable confusion of his friends.

One day, as the collective patience of James, Sirius, and Peter wore thin, James finally mustered the courage to confront his sullen friend. "Come on, Moony, you have to tell us what happened," he pleaded, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and genuine concern.

In a show of solidarity, Sirius and Peter nodded in agreement from their respective beds, their eyes reflecting their shared desire to understand and offer solace to the troubled soul that resided within their once vibrant and lively dormitory.

With a heavy groan, Remus reluctantly shifted from his sprawled position on the bed, his body seemingly weighed down by the weight of his emotions. "She knows, Prongs," he responded to James, his voice laced with weariness as he sat up, facing his friend with a deep sigh. His disheveled hair mirrored the chaos within his heart, while his under-eye bags revealed the toll of sleepless nights.

James raised a curious brow, his expression morphing into a furrowed concern as he attempted to piece together the puzzle of Remus's cryptic words. However, the realization dawned upon him, washing over his features like a wave crashing against the shore.

In the midst of the charged atmosphere, Sirius abruptly shot up from his own bed, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock and comprehension, his intense gaze locked onto Remus's weary brown eyes. "About your... monthly problem—about you being a werewolf?" Sirius tentatively inquired, his voice trembling with empathy, an unspoken understanding rippling between them.

Sirius muttered a soft expletive under his breath, his voice barely audible as he processed the gravity of the situation. ‘Shit’

Meanwhile, Peter sat perched on his bed, his small voice breaking through the heavy silence as he nervously inquired, clutching a cupcake in his trembling hand, "How did she react?"

James nodded understandingly, his eyes filled with curiosity as he turned his gaze towards Remus, silently urging him to share the aftermath of their shattered connection.

Remus let out an awkward chuckle, his hand absently rubbing the back of his neck, a gesture of unease.

"I didn't give her much time to react... I... I kind of panicked and just told her to leave," Remus confessed, his voice carrying a mix of regret and vulnerability. The words hung in the air, leaving a profound sense of loss in their wake.

Sirius sharply inhaled, a pained hiss escaping his lips, mingled with a wistful chuckle at his friend's predicament.

"Damn it, Moony," he murmured, the words laced with equal parts sympathy and amusement, a testament to the complex emotions swirling within the tight-knit circle of friends.

"I didn't even have a chance to react—my mind was spinning at a thousand miles an hour!" Remus defended himself, a hint of laughter lacing his words, attempting to diffuse the lingering tension.

As the friends playfully teased one another, the atmosphere gradually eased, momentarily relieving the weight of their shared turmoil.

"You'll have to talk to her, mate. I can't bear witnessing those lovesick and pouty expressions you both exchange," James teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as Sirius playfully pushed him in response.

"Oh, please! Like you don't make those same looks at your 'precious lily flower'," Sirius retorted, mocking a high-pitched voice with a hearty laugh.

Despite the playful banter, an undercurrent of affection and understanding ran deep within their words, acknowledging the complex emotions that lay beneath the surface.

"Actually, I was hoping you guys could give me some space so I could invite her over to talk," Remus interjected, his voice cutting through the playful banter, revealing his earnest desire for a private conversation.

Sirius feigned astonishment, his eyes widening dramatically as he dramatically brought a hand to his chest, pretending to be overwhelmed.

"You want to kick us out?!" he gasped dramatically, his tone laden with exaggerated humor, though an undertone of understanding danced within his jest.

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AND SO, Remus and Y/N found themselves on opposite ends of the bed, an emotional chasm separating them.

Both ached to bridge the divide, to embrace and seek solace in each other's touch, their longing palpable after days of silent distance.

Suppressing the overwhelming urge to reach out, they fought against the yearning that surged within them, yearning to mend what was broken.

Yet, the air between them crackled with unspoken words and unshared emotions, their eyes drifting away, unable to hold the intense gaze that would only amplify their longing.

With a heavy heart, Remus mustered the courage to steal a glance in her direction, his gaze softening with a melancholic twinkle as he observed her, her eyes fixed on a distant horizon, lost in her own thoughts.

The depths of his sadness reflected in his eyes, mirroring the profound ache that coursed through their untangled souls.

Sensing his unwavering gaze upon her, she tentatively shifted her position on the bed, mustering the strength to meet his earnest brown eyes.

Her lips formed a gentle pursed expression as she prepared to speak, but before she could utter a single word, Remus beat her to it, his voice trembling with remorse.

"I'm sorry... I truly am sorry for how I lashed out," he confessed, his words weighed down by the burden of regret. Nervously, he twirled a small thread between his fingers, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil.

"I was just... scared," Remus whispered, his voice barely above a breath, as if afraid the mere act of voicing his fears would make them all the more real.

"I was terrified that you would leave me, that you would see me as nothing but a monster," he admitted, the vulnerability in his words echoing the depth of his apprehension and longing for acceptance.

As Remus poured out his heart, she remained motionless, her hands tightly clenched at her side, aching with the urge to reach out and touch him, to offer reassurance through the warmth of her touch.

"I don't see you as a monster, Remus," she interjected, her voice filled with unwavering sincerity.

"To me, you're still the same dorky boyfriend who meticulously folds his socks and sometimes wears his reading glasses backwards when you're tired. You're the one who wrinkles his nose at the mere mention of white chocolate," she rambled, a tender smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Her words spilled forth, driven by an overwhelming need to convey the depth of her love and acceptance.

She wanted him to understand that her affection remained steadfast, untarnished by the transformative nature of his monthly struggles. He was not defined by those moments; he was the person she cherished, flaws and all.

Remus's brows furrowed, his heart melting as warmth coursed through his entire being, ignited by her heartfelt ramblings.

In that moment, he realized he hadn't been aware of half the endearing quirks she had just described, yet his heart swelled with gratitude that she saw and cherished them all. She had always known him, truly known him.

With puppy-like eyes filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability, Remus gazed at her, yearning to close the distance between them.

His hands trembled with an undeniable urge to reach out and hold her, to feel the connection that had been strained but not broken.

Moving with caution, he inched closer, searching for any sign of discomfort in her eyes.

When he found none, a flicker of hope danced within him, urging him onward. Without hesitation, he pulled her into an embrace, his fingers gripping her waist with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, as if he were afraid to let go.

In that moment, their intertwined embrace held the weight of unspoken words and a profound love that transcended words alone.

As she melted into the embrace, a contented sigh escaped her lips, surrendering herself to Remus's guiding touch that drew her closer to him, enveloping her in his protective embrace.

His lips brushed against her forehead in a gentle caress, conveying tenderness and affection.

Slowly, he trailed kisses to her nose, cheeks, and chin, each touch igniting a spark within her soul.

But before their lips finally met, he graced her with a breathtaking smile, radiating warmth and love. It was a smile that spoke volumes, assuring her of his unwavering devotion and the depth of his feelings.

She released a blissful sigh that melted into the lingering kiss, savoring the depth of their connection.

With a gentle chuckle escaping her lips, she pulled away slightly, a soft laughter dancing in her eyes as she watched him, his closed eyes yearning for the touch of her lips.

Taking his hand in hers, she lovingly twiddled her fingers with his, intertwining their warmth as she nestled her head beneath his chin, finding solace in his embrace.

Their breaths melded into a tranquil rhythm, harmonizing in perfect unison. In the serenity of the moment, they laughed together, their laughter merging with the gentle cadence of their heartbeats and breaths.

Drifting into a peaceful slumber, they found solace in each other's presence, their shared connection becoming the lullaby that carried them into the realm of dreams.

Moments later, their friends, James, Peter, and Sirius, entered the room, their laughter tapering off as they beheld the sight of the peacefully slumbering couple. A tender silence enveloped the air, as if a sacred moment had been captured.

Unable to resist their strong bond, the trio approached the bed with care, their hearts filled with an unspoken desire to be close to their friends.

In a gentle and deliberate manner, they joined the couple, carefully arranging themselves in a cozy cuddle pile, their warmth and affection mingling in the shared embrace.

In the comfort of that intimate gathering, an unbreakable sense of camaraderie and love permeated the room.

They found solace in each other's presence, creating a haven of support and companionship, a testament to the enduring strength of their friendship.

As sleep gently claimed them, they drifted into dreams, wrapped in the embrace of both friendship and love.

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•@takem3tothelakes

- My fingers were working at like 100mph, and you don’t know how many “Tips for descriptive writing” websites i went on to fine how to describe feelings and find words to match the setting.

#remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x y/n #sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black x platonic!reader #jamespotter #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter x platonic!reader #peter petigrew #peterpetigrewimagine #peter pettigrew #peterpettigrewimaigine

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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Anonymous: Hello! Could you maybe see how the RE8 women would react to reader speaking another foreign language? Like Arabic? I don’t see many people write about the reader speaking other languages so I wanted to see how you would write it!

Arabic is such a beautiful language. Free Palestine.

(Full disclosure, I used google translate for the Arabic in this lol.) Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

You hadn’t even meant for it to happen. You were just going to ask Alcina a question, but unknowingly switched from speaking English to Arabic. As you began, the unfamiliar sounds filled the air.

Alcina’s piercing golden eyes shifted towards you. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, curiosity evident in her eyes. She listened intently, her head tilting slightly to catch every word you spoke.

The atmosphere grew momentarily tense as the words lingered in the air.

You were confused for a moment, unsure of what had happened, but then you realized it. Your eyes widened in suspense. What was she thinking about? You couldn’t decipher her initial reaction, unsure of what to expect.

But then, Alcina’s features softened, and her lips curled into a slight smile. Her questioning expression replaced by an intrigued and captivated face. It seemed as though your words had sparked her curiosity, enticing her to unravel this new linguistic tapestry.

She leaned closer, her graceful movements echoing a mix of intrigue and respect. “Say something else, draga,” She urged.

You blushed, a bit embarrassed, but nodded.

As you continued to speak, she closed her eyes, fully immersing herself in the melodic flow of the Arabic language. It was as if she were savoring each syllable, appreciating the beauty of a new world unfolding before her.

When you finally finished speaking, Alcina’s eyes flickered open, and her smile widened. She reached out, gently brushing her fingers against your cheek. It was clear that your ability to speak another language had touched her in a profound way, resonating with her love for culture and knowledge.

“You never cease to amaze me, draga,” She whispered, her voice carrying a mixture of awe and affection. “The beauty of your words, no matter the language, is a testament to the vastness of your soul.”

In that moment, any lingering doubts or fears you had about speaking Arabic in front of Alcina vanished.

Alcina’s reaction had surpassed your expectations. She embraced your uniqueness and the opportunity to explore new facets of your life.

Donna:

You take a deep breath as you gather the courage to speak to Donna in Arabic. Although you’re uncertain of how she’ll react, you’re eager to share another part of yourself with her. As you begin speaking, your words flow gently.

Donna, sitting across from you, seems momentarily surprised. Her face is adorned with curiosity as she listens intently, her large eyes fixed on you.

You continue speaking, carefully choosing your words, hoping to convey the beauty and meaning behind them.

At first, Donna remains quiet, absorbing the unfamiliar sounds and rhythm of Arabic. Her expression softens, and you can see her fascination growing. As you speak, her eyes widen and a small smile starts to form on her lips. It’s a bit of a rare sight.

Slowly, Donna’s hand reaches out, her delicate fingers brushing against yours. It’s a subtle gesture of support, an unspoken acknowledgement of the new connection you’re forging. She might not understand every word you say, but the emotions and intentions behind them are unmistakable.

As you continue speaking, Donna nods occasionally, in understanding, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. She may not respond in the same language, but her genuine interest shines through her attentive gaze.

After a while, Donna’s smile grows wider and she surprises you by speaking a few broken words in Arabic back to you. Her pronunciation is uncertain, but the effort is endearing.

Your efforts to communicate in Arabic and share yourself have touched her heart, reinforcing the bond between you.

Miranda:

You stand before Miranda, your heart racing with both anticipation and nervousness. Today, you’ve decided to surprise her by speaking to her in Arabic. You want to know what she will think.

Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to address her. “أنا أحبك” (I love you.) You tell her, your voice quivering slightly. You watch her closely, searching for her reaction.

Miranda’s eyes widen ever so slightly, and her composed expression momentarily falters. She seems taken aback by your unexpected use of Arabic, a language that she had no clue you knew. She had picked a bit of it up over the years as she conducted research all over the world. But now, her silver gaze lingers on you, studying your face intently. After a brief pause, her lips quirk upward in a smile, and to your astonishment, she responds right back in Arabic. “أنا أيضًا أحبك” (I love you too.) She says, her voice resonating with a mixture of warmth and surprise.

The air around you seems to shift, charged with an electric energy.

You find yourself captivated by this newfound connection, an unspoken bond formed through the exchange of words in yet another language you share. It’s as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a deeper layer of Miranda’s character, one that she has chosen to reveal to only a select few.

As the realization sinks in, you’re overwhelmed by a sense of closeness and intimacy. You have managed to breach the enigmatic walls that Miranda has built. It is a moment that solidifies the unique connection you share.

It only deepens your love for one another.

Bela:

You have been in a relationship with Bela for some time now and you’ve come to appreciate her deep love for knowledge and the humanities. Today, you plan to surprise her by speaking a few words in Arabic.

With a determined breath, you gather your courage and initiate the conversation. “اهلا ايتها الجميلة.” (Hello, beautiful.) You say softly, your eyes fixed on Bela’s mesmerizing gaze.

Bela’s eyes widen, the familiar glint of curiosity sparkling within them. She pauses for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by your unexpected display. Gradually, a gentle smile tugs at the corners of her lips, revealing a glimmer of astonishment and admiration.

“مرحبا بنفسك.” (Hello, yourself.), She replies, her pronunciation flawless.

You can’t help but feel a surge of delight within you at Bela’s reaction. You should have known with how much of an academic she is that she’s a master of different languages. It’s as if a connection has deepened between you.

Bela leans in closer, her face illuminated by a blend of fascination and affection. “لم أكن أعرف أنك تتحدثين العربية.” (I didn’t know you spoke Arabic.) She whispers softly.

The realization that you have successfully surprised her, even momentarily, fills you with a sense of accomplishment.

The sound of Bela speaking Arabic holds a captivating allure as her voice weaves the language’s nuances effortlessly. It’s a moment of profound intimacy, as if you have unlocked a hidden dimension within your relationship.

From that moment on, Bela’s curiosity for your knowledge of Arabic becomes apparent. She engages in conversations with you, both in Arabic and English, relishing the opportunity to delve deeper into linguistics. You discover that her fascination with language goes beyond mere research. It extends to a genuine appreciation.

Bela’s admiration of your ability becomes a cherished bond. With each conversation you share in Arabic, her pride in your accomplishments shines through.

Cassandra:

As you spoke to Cass in fluent Arabic, you couldn’t help but notice the distinct reaction it elicited from her. Her normally composed demeanor faltered and her golden eyes widened ever so slightly. The rich tones of your voice seemed to enthrall her, leaving her momentarily speechless. You could almost detect a rosiness creeping up her porcelain cheeks.

“Is that Arabic?” She finally managed to utter, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and curiosity.

You nodded with a warm smile, captivated by the effect your language had on her. “إنها.” (It is.) You said, reveling in the opportunity to engage her in a way that seemed to awaken something within her.

Cass’s delicate hand reached up to her chest, her fingers fiddling with her necklace. It was as if the enchanting sound of Arabic had turned her into a blushing mess. Her usually imposing stature softened, allowing a vulnerability to peek through.

“Amazing…” She murmured, barely above a whisper. Her eyes never left yours. She seemed genuinely fascinated by the unfamiliar melody of your words, her curiosity fueled by the depths of her elegant soul.

Emboldened by her reaction, you continued to speak Arabic, sharing snippets of stories, poetry, and expressions. With each phrase that escaped your lips, Cass’s excitement only grew. Her breath hitched in her throat, her ethereal beauty only magnified by her evident captivation.

As the conversation unfolded, Cass occasionally stumbled over her words, attempting to grasp the nuances of your language. But even in her faltering attempts, her determination to understand and connect with you was undeniable. This only endeared her to you further as you saw a different side of her. Someone who longed to explore the world beyond the castle’s walls.

Lost in the exchange, the two of you shared a new bond, an appreciation for the power of language and the way it could transcend barriers. Cass would forever find herself humbled and enchanted by the beauty of Arabic flowing from your lips.

Daniela:

As you sit next to Dani, your heart races. You’ve mustered up the courage to speak Arabic in front of her. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and then softly utter a few phrases.

At first, Dani’s eyes widen in surprise, her head tilting slightly as she listens to the unfamiliar words flowing from your lips. A playful smile forms on her face as she realizes you’re speaking another language. She leans closer, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement, captivated by the melody of your words.

Though Dani doesn’t understand what you’re saying, she finds it incredibly enchanting. The soft tones of Arabic wrap around her like a delicate embrace, stirring something deep within her. She watches your lips move, the rhythmic cadence of your speech captivating her.

“What a beautiful language!” Dani gushes, her voice breathy and filled with admiration. “It sounds so romantic… So alluring. I could listen to you speak it all day.”

Her hand reaches out instinctively, brushing against your arm gently as she revels in the beauty you create. The mere sound of your voice in Arabic is enough to spark a sense of longing within her.

Dani leans in closer. “Baby, teach me!” She begs.

Her request fills your heart with joy. With a smile, you nod and take her hand, eager to share this part of your life with the woman who adores you so passionately.

Together, you embark on a journey of linguistic discovery, and as the days pass, Dani’s grasp of Arabic begins to grow. With every word she learns, her fascination deepens and she becomes enamored not just with the sound but also the meaning behind the language.

In the end, it is not just Arabic that brings you closer; it’s the willingness to embrace each other’s worlds, to celebrate the uniqueness that sets you apart, and to revel in the boundless beauty of love, transcending all barriers, linguistic or otherwise.

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pastanest · 1 year

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Brienne x she/her!reader

Flowers

Blinking rapidly, she recalls the events that have led her here. In the short time that she has served as your sworn sword, Brienne of Tarth has come to understand feelings that she had been so certain she would never be lucky enough to experience. Like many things, Brienne was under the impression that love was simply not something she would ever be allowed to have, until she was introduced to you.

The compliments that you showered her with upon meeting her, and have continued to give her each and everyday since, have had a profound effect on the young knightley woman. At first, Brienne pondered the possibility that you could be teasing her, but there was something about the sincerity in your words that she simply couldn't shake. As if to prove yourself to her, to win her heart in a game that you most likely did not even realize you were playing, you were proud to walk at her side, to take her arm in public and gaze up at her like she was some great masterpiece, rather than the hideous monster she thought herself to be. Often, you have dragged her - Brienne will tell you she very much resisted your efforts, but if she actually had, you would not have been able to move her an inch - over to your full length mirror and pointed out her features in the form of specifically tailored compliments that she had never heard before. The color of her hair and eyes, how smooth and soft her skin is, how beautiful her smile is, how strong her arms are, how long and, in your own words, incredible, her legs are - all said without even a hint of malice, solely admiration.

Having spent every waking moment thinking very deeply about your gestures of kindness, Brienne has come to the conclusion that she has very quickly found herself at your mercy, in being head-over-silver-boots in love with you. She is not naive to adore you based solely on your treatment towards her, but in serving as your sworn sword, she has seen the person you are, how you talk to and treat everyone with a kindness like no other; Brienne has observed the way you live, breathe and smile long enough to know that her heart pines for you in a way that causes her physical pain, and she can withhold her feelings no longer.

And so, blinking rapidly, Brienne unsheathes her sword and begins to cut an array of flowers, laying them neatly down on the ground as she orders them in what she believes to be the most presentable way she can. Obviously, she asked the owner of this garden - your father - permission to pluck some flowers, and also asked for his blessing in presenting them to you, both of which he agreed to with a cheerful smile. Your family, much like you, continue to show Brienne a kindness and understanding that she has not received anywhere else, which does make her wonder if the rest of the world, beyond you, is even worth exploring.

Once arranged, Brienne picks the flowers up in her hand and examines the carefully organized bouquet, nodding to herself. Then, she sits on the edge of the flowerbed and waits. When she had asked you this morning to meet her in this enclosed part of the garden within the hour, Brienne had not anticipated that the preparations of her gift to you would only take 30 minutes.

Half an hour later, you step through the clearing, and Brienne stands to attention, clasping her hands at her back to hide the bouquet and dip her head to you in a gesture of respect.

“My Lady.”

You grin at her. “Lady Brienne, I have missed your company this past hour! Please, tell me, what is the meaning of you parting from me for such an eternity?”

The laugh that only you can pull from Brienne, passes her lips at your sweet, playful words. “I do apologize, my Lady, I was preparing something for you.”

Curiosity twinkles in your eyes then, and you take a step closer to her. “For me? Lady Brienne, you must not spoil me, I already have everything I could possibly need now that you are in front of me again.”

Her heart sighs in her chest, your words weighing heavy there. “You are too kind, my Lady. That kindness, amongst every other aspect of you, is my reason for asking your father’s permission to present these to you…”

Brienne trails off, slowly bringing her clasped hands in front of her and unveiling the bouquet of carefully organized flowers, which she holds out to you.

The smile on your face begins to wobble, and you hurry to blink back tears. “Lady Brienne, a gesture like this…I must be certain of your intention before I accept it.”

Nodding in understanding, Brienne takes a deep breath. “They are intended in the traditional sense, my Lady.”

It takes several seconds for her words to sink in, and Brienne’s heart pounds irregularly in her chest for each and every one. Then, without warning, you take the bouquet from her hands and launch yourself at her. Jumping up to wrap your arms around her armored neck, clasping the flowers at the back of her head, and sniffling into her shoulder.

“In the traditional sense, I accept, Lady Brienne.” You chuckle.

A pair of strong, armored arms wrap around your waist, holding you against her as she breathes in your familiar scent that she has only previously smelt from beside her, but has now enveloped her entirely. Closing her eyes, Brienne feels a sense of peace and freedom like no other, in being granted permission to express such feelings, and for them to be reciprocated.

In that moment, Brienne of Tarth knows that should she ever be in any battle in which the odds are truly against her, when death is on the horizon and closing in from every angle, she will think back to this first time she held you, and it will either serve as the greatest motivation to wage war against death itself, or be the most blissful memory to leave this plain of existence with.

#brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth imagine #brienne x reader #game of thrones #x reader #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons

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charles-edwin · 1 year

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no but i’m literally eating our dating sim with my hands right now for all the things they could’ve done wrong but managed to do right by staying simple, true to themselves and really respectful to the characters.

like. the plot is really just two high school best friends who lost touch with each other after a disastrous love confession finding each other again after 7 years. but even then, they could’ve ruined this in a million ways by making up more drama, keeping them apart, hiding feelings, more bad timing.

BUT NONE OF THAT WAS THE POINT!!!!!

the point was character development, making the most of a second chance, start healing from past mistakes. and the show never lets lee wan and ki tae take a step back from that.

ki tae never gave up on trying to find lee wan and when he finally did, he confessed to him almost immediately. no games, no drama, just the truth. he suffered way too much for losing lee wan already, ep 7 really highlights how it’s even a trauma for him. and the show does not take it lightly, they don’t want to drag ki tae’s pain out any more than they already have. but they still give lee wan a choice and he chooses based on his heart, where it’s always been, with whom it’s always been with.

and lee wan. sweet jesus. the guy who thought he was suffering alone all along, sees himself in the face of what he thought was an unrequited love to find out that ki tae has been loving him all these years. all those unresolved feelings and pain that he buried come back full force but with the overwhelming knowledge that he is loved just like he’s always wanted to be and that he can either run away again or face that this is it. that ki tae is his person.

in the end, our dating sim is about second chances, being brave about your own feelings and treasuring the ones you love, not taking them for granted and how love is the source of our very own art. it moves, it inspires, love is art.

i truly love simple stories that are so honest with themselves, so understanding and loving towards their own characters, that they become profound.

#our dating sim #idek if this makes any sense. it’s 5 am and i’ve been giffing for 24 hours straight so ignore me #mj talks

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esterzach · 8 months

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Second lesson

I have no shame. Feel free to ignore it. I know my English is not even close to enough to do this properly. Also ... Do I have the right to do this since I haven't read the books? I'd say after every screaming voice, that somehow all of a sudden became an expert in writing, a critic that felt obliged to shit over my favourite characters - this is incredibly satisfying. Again. I have no shame. For this at least.

Second lesson

Rand eyed her across the room, finally alone. The only other person in the spacious room was Moiraine. She was quiet, more than before, staring into the space, sipping from a small cup of tea. The young man swallowed. After everything that happened that day, Moiraine had said too little and he wasn’t exactly focused on her until now. His attention went to the storm of events, and to his friends, now gathered together in the same place. It was a long night, conversations, heated debates, accusations, revelations…

Not a few of the accusatory glances were aimed toward the Aes Sedai. For some of the little group, she was still an enigma and now they actually had something solid to blame her for. She had hidden the truth about Rand. No matter how much he had explained that it was his choice to leave them, that he was the one to ask Moiraine to make them believe he was dead, he doubted that they would soon believe him and stop being angry at her. But aside from the dirty looks thrown at Moiraine, most of them didn't dare to confront her.

Nynaeve… was a different story. Her anger was heard throughout the inn where they were all gathered. Even Lan couldn’t make her stop, although after a while he took her arm and dragged her outside in the corridor.

Moiraine remained silent. Perrin and Mat stared into each other, silently. The confusion and the distrust toward the Aes Sedai were palpable.

And Moiraine was just sitting there.

She looked pale and tired. On the light of the candles and fire from the hearth, her age seems even more elusive. A beautiful woman, but her delicate features were veiled with profound tiredness and sadness. Rand knew why. What he had seen and heard the previous day and last night was enough to have a much better understanding of what this woman was carrying. And yet, it was hard to imagine. Somewhere in his mind, the idea of Moiraine Sedai was changing. Reshaping. The fearsome image of the manipulative secretive woman shited toward something more familiar. More human. The icy facade had fallen.

For the first time since he met her over a year ago, behind the idea of an Aes Sedai, a woman has formed. A woman of flesh and blood, with heart and feelings. A human being, who was capable of hurting, of fear, of love.

Odd, he thought. He had seen her suffer before, he had seen her on the brink of death. He had watched this man hoover over her, her bodyguard, who warned him with a simple look, that whatever she thought he and his friends were, he won't hesitate to swing with a sword and slit their throats, if they dared even look at her the wrong way. He wondered back then what sort of debt or reason he had to walk after her like a loyal dog. What kind of a leash did she have on him so she held him so tight? Was he a servant, attached to her by orders from The White Tower? A lover maybe, who she had wrapped up in her nets years ago by an evil spell, that he fell victim somehow to her magic, and still hadn't realized that he sacrificed everything for someone who hardly ever even spoke to him. He had carried her unconscious body in his arms, tended her wound, and gave her water like a husband to a sick wife. And Rand still didn't quite understand.

He had seen her help and heal his father, then Mat. Maybe she really was on his side, he thought back then. And although some form of respect had formed in him, she was still an Aes Sedai. Never mind they all called her Moiraine, not even Moiraine Sedai. She had never insisted on that, never reminded them of her status. But he was way too wrapped up in himself and his own fears to notice. For him, she looked like some creature out of fairytales, or legends, not exactly real, dangerous, dark, and not at all trustworthy. Her powers intimidated him, and her plans and secrets made him suspicious. But last night he had stood in front of her to protect her from Lanfear's wrath. And there, for the first time, he saw her. Whatever happened between her and the Amyrlin seat, Rand was too busy to notice in the Palace. Their quarrel and the chilling prospect of their words were more than enough. His life and freedom were on the line. The fear that he had lost to the mighty Aes Sedai order had paralyzed him just as effectively as the shield Suan Sanche had put over him. Dark thoughts into a fog that blurred his senses kept him immobile, while he struggled to understand what was going on.

Then somehow he was free. Sheer luck, stars aligned, the whim of the Wheel, or it was a master plan from the woman in a blue dress, who was currently sitting there just a couple steps from him, but may as well be on the other side of the world.

Perin and Mat went to their rooms. They threw one last look at Moiraine, and still undecided how to treat her - if she was a threat or a friend, they left. Egwene needed healing, Elayne too. Moiraine took care of both of them. And they were resting now.

Yet the woman, who had spent at least the last several days with little to no sleep at all, trying to get him to Falme and had paid what seemed like quite the costs for her efforts, was still awake. Rand had learned what she had done for him. She was probably exhausted beyond words. He knew by now she wouldn't say anything. But she usually retrieved to her chambers. Now she was just standing there, in her chair, frozen, like a statue.

“Moiraine, I…” he felt he had to say something. But he wasn’t exactly sure what.

Even if he had heard him, she didn’t show it.

“I wanted to… say that… I am sorry.” He struggled with his words. Ancient prophecies or not, Dragon or not, he felt like a child, who had stepped into the middle of a fight between adults. And now was scared that it might have been his fault. She didn’t look at him. “For what?” came a question. Her hoarse voice was quiet and distant. “For… what happened last night.” He wasn’t sure if he had the right to speak of… it. There, at the Waygate, he had finally seen the woman behind the Aes Sedai. Not Moiraine Sedai, Lady Damodred, not a random blue witch or a sister from the bloody White Tower of Tar Valon. Moiraine.

Just Moiraine.

He had helped her last night. Her “thank you” filled with so much emotion, that humbled him. He didn’t have the time to think there since The Amyrlin had appeared. But now… Now, after the chaos had settled for the day, he had some time and quiet to think. And she was right there in front of him. Moiraine had been shielded. Not only that. Moiraine had been shielded for six months. He was shielded for a couple of hours and it felt like hell.

She had been carrying a shield for months.

What she had said to him in the Palace - it feels like you've lost everything that you ever were and everything you could possibly be. And with this nonchalant almost dismissive tone at that. As if it wasn't a big deal. Is that what it had been for her during all that time? She was running around, trying to get him away from Lanfear with just a knife, all alone. He briefly noticed that Lan wasn't with her. Since when she was alone? He had attacked her, thinking she had killed Selene! The stupidity... She has stood up to a Forsaken. Twice. For him.

No. Not for him. She believed it was for the whole world. She had dragged him around, and when he was about to drop from exhaustion and all he wanted was to sleep, she had said that this was not an option for her. How long has it been since that day? And all that time she had been powerless. Just a simple fragile woman. And Lanfear just threw them somewhere in the middle of nothing. The woman he trusted. He had trusted a Forsaken. Instead of the Aes Sedai who had saved the life of his friends.

Rand took a breath. Then he heard her:

“You removed the shield. For that I am thankful.”

He was about to protest, but she spoke again.

“Thank you for standing for me in front of Lanfear.”

He swallowed. That was sort of his fault too. Moiraine has agreed to his plan. But Lanfear… was slightly unpredictable. She had promised that the next time she saw him with Moiraine, she would kill her. It would have taken a flick of her wrist and… But that wasn’t what he meant either.

“I meant…” - his throat went dry. The fire cracked in the fireplace, and sparks flew around in the air. Muffled conversations from somewhere outside barely reached them. Otherwise, it was quiet. "The Amyrlin... She..."

“Don’t.”

The ice in her tone made him flinch. She had turned to him, he noticed it when he lifted his head to look at her direction. Then she added in an even more quiet voice, a whisper. "Please." She slowly shook her head and froze in place again. A distant memory from many months ago resurfaced - he had seen this face before. Back in the Blight, he had asked her if it was hard to leave Lan behind. She hadn’t spoken a word back then - her expression was oddly blank. She seemed far away, staring at the distance. Now she had the same look on her face. As if a wall was raised around her. Detaching her from the world. A safe place where she could hide her pain. But now he saw it. He had heard their conversation and the anguish in their voices. He had no idea that the terrifying Amyrlin seat meant something completely different for Moiraine. At first, he had thought they were close friends who grew up together like he had with Mat and Perin, had similar skills and experiences, shared the same view of the world, and were connected through The Tower. But... “If you ever loved me, don’t do this!”

It took him some time to understand the meaning behind the words.

“If you ever loved me”

Slowly her plea sunk in his brain. Words repeated in his head, voice cracking. The way she had said the name of the Amyrlin. The other woman did it anyway. The coldness in her voice like nothing he ever heard before snapped like a whip on a bare skin. Something big had happened there, he was able to understand this much. Something, that has shaken Moiraine to the core. The Amyrlin made her close the Waygate. She has accused Moiraine of lying and had spoken of an Oath... And somehow it was connected to him. The woman in front of him took a shaky breath. That was the only indication something was happening inside her. “Moiraine!” Lan's worried voice appeared from nowhere and stormed through the door. Nynaeve was right behind him. His whole attention focused on her. Nothing indicated trouble though. The pale woman just stood there, her back straight on her chair, and kept staring in front of her. Her eyes seemed fixed now in a certain spot but there was nothing in particular there.

Lan turned toward Rand and snarled.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing!", came the weak response.

Rand searched Nynaeve for help but she didn't look at him at all. Her attention was elsewhere. What he saw in her very much resembled guilt.

"What is wrong with her?"

"Stop talking, sheepherder!"

Rand was on his feet worried and guilty.

"Moiraine" , Lan's voice has changed. A sudden gentle tone appeared as if out of nowhere.

He took a step towards her. When he got close, he touched her shoulder carefully.

Moiraine exhaled. As if she had forgotten to breathe for a while there. She looked as if she was drowning just a second ago, and struggled to take a breath now. Her shoulders shook for a second.

"Moiraine! Look at me." It took her almost a minute, but she turned toward Lan. The glassy eyes barely registered that he was there. He was observing her, bowed before her as if trying to assess if she was somehow hurt. But her face showed nothing.

Lan leaned forward, he kneeled before her and their foreheads met. He closed his eyes, leading her to do the same. For a long moment, they stood like that. Not moving, not speaking. Only the muscles on Lan's face gave away a struggle, an effort, some underlying torture, that was left unseen by anyone else. Moiraine's face remained calm, almost serene. Then they both opened their eyes and looked at each other.

Her mouth twisted slightly. Brows knitted, and her chin quivered.

His hand went over her heart and remained there as if attempting to soothe an invisible wound.

"Oh, Moiraine!"

A strangled sound came from her.

Fear crept through Rand again. He didn't really understand what was happening before his eyes. What he saw was that the woman slowly was beginning to breathe more deeply and normally again. Her face though still taut, relaxed a bit, as she leaned into the man.

"Come on. Let's go get some rest."

She nodded.

He helped her stand up. But when she tried to take a step, her legs buckled, she swayed and stumbled. Lan grabbed her arm to steady her. One look at her and he nodded. With a swift move, as if he had done that many times before, he took her in his arms and lifted her. Her head fell on his shoulder immediately, she had closed her eyes and relaxed against him. The man carried her out with seemingly no effort at all. *** He stood behind the door for what seemed like ages, debating, arguing with himself. One part of him definitely screamed he had no right to go there, but the other was worried. Somehow he ended up worrying about an Aes Sedai. No. He corrected himself. Not an Aes Sedai. About Moiraine. Now his mind could see the difference. He knew that both were inseparable. But somehow they meant two very different things for him. There was no sound. Nobody has left the room for the night. It was almost dawn, but outside was still dark. Aside from the creaks here and there of wooden floors and beds, the whole building was quiet. Soft steps of the women who woke up early and started to roam around doing their daily chores could be heard. One of them approached, threw him a curious look, opened the door quietly, and entered the room. Rand hesitated for a couple moments but decided to use the opportunity. The woman left a tray with tea cups, water, and some food and left without a word.

Rand looked around in the semi-dark room. A few candles spread soft golden light but not enough to actually light up the room properly. His eyes finally landed on what he was looking for. There, on the thick mattress on the very floor, curled up under a blanket, the Aes Sedai was finally, finally asleep. Her face was now calm, she looked younger, even more beautiful than he remembered her. Behind her was her Warder, fully awake, his eyes fixed on the young man who just entered the room. His back against the wall, not moving a muscle, he was on his usual post - guarding his Aes Sedai dreams.

Rand finally understood him. The sudden urge to bow to this man startled him. A new respect for the Malkieri built within him. There was something else. Some other nagging feeling, unpleasant, underneath of it all. Shame. He was ashamed of his previous thoughts about this man.

"I just... wanted to see if everything is... I didn't want to..." Why all of a sudden his mouth refused to work.

"Learn to keep your mouth shut, sheepherder! That is your second lesson." Lan answered with a low voice. His face didn't change. There was no malice, nor anger. It was a simple statement.

"Is she… Is she going to be alright?"

"She needs sleep." He whispered. Rand nodded again. He turned around to leave the room. He heard Lan's quiet voice again behind him. "Sometimes it feels like she is carrying the world on her shoulders. Sometimes… this is actually true."

#Feel free to ignore #It's stupid and cheesy #I know #That is the naive side of me #esterzach's lack of better judgement #lan x moiraine #moiraine damodred #moiraine and lan #lan madragoran #The woman needs sleep #esterzach's writings

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cerastes · 2 years

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It’s a bit heartbreaking and understandable to see why Gladiia is being so brash about her methods towards dealing with the Seaborn, despite how very intelligent and wise she is: She’s on a time limit.

The scales on her neck are only getting more numerous... And yet, in a way, I think Stultifera Navis was reassuring to her.

Besides the obvious -- Laurentina recovering her sanity obviously did wonders for her temperament -- I think Alfonso and Garcia’s just existing in the way they do was empowering for Gladiia: Here’s this guy with a completely metamorphosed arm that keeps trying to take his mind, and an almost fully transformed Garcia who very evidently keeps their wits to them, guided not only by an indomitable willpower, but very much kept afloat by love for each other.

Gladiia can be quite abrasive and arrogant, but she’s not unreasonable. I think, once you think a bit that she’s under a lot of stress, and also dealing with what are basically savages compared to the level of tech she was used to commanding, her behavior is understandable (and narratively wonderful, in my opinion! She has that edge to her!), but that doesn’t cancel out that she’s ultimately guided, more so than by duty, by love. She really wants to deliver for Laurentina and Skadi. She’s a captain. She has to pull through and score the homerun for them. And she’s not blind to human decency, either: She clearly harbors a deep respect for Kal’tsit, and I personally think it has to do with the fact that not only did Kal’tsit personally care for Laurentina, but she’s also sticking her neck out for them even beyond that. Kal’tsit obviously has a vested interest as well -- she herself says that the matters of the ocean are as dangerous a threat as Originium in SN -- but she’s going beyond what would be sufficient for a leader of her own faction anyhow. Not only does Kal’tsit offer her help, she actually can help and has the resources to back it up. It says something that Kal’tsit personally deploys to handle these matters, since it’s definitely not the kind of fight you can send any sundry Operator into. It’s easy to see how Gladiia would have a profound respect for someone as real as Kal’tsit, is what I’m saying.

Whenever the next chapter of the Abyssal Hunters story drops, I am willing to bet that Gladiia’s approach to the matter will be even more efficient, I think SN was ultimately something positive for her. It’s not all sunshine and flowers, but she gained much from SN, in a way that feels tangible.

#arknights #gladiia

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waywardfaerie555 · 2 years

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What Will July Bring ?

Pick a Card Reading

(very in depth)

Card 1 Card 2 Card 3

Card 4 Card 5 Card 6

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Card 1

Queen of wands

The Queen of Wands depicts a person of extreme focus and fiery passion. She is courageous and individualistic, though at times she may appear self-centered. People who get the card in a reading have a positive and uplifting energy; it represents someone who is willing to be by your side and stand up for you.

In terms of work, the Queen of wands signifies that you are planning to accomplish a significant amount of achievement in just a small amount of time. In the event that you are looking for a job, the appearance of this card may mean that a woman will play a major role in your career move. Generally speaking, in terms of your career, things are looking pretty good. The Queen of Wands in questions of love also sends a positive energy. For people who are searching for love, there is a possibility that you will find it soon.

When it comes to your finances, there is a chance that you are being carried away on spending a significant amount of money. We advise you to keep your expenses in check, or you will regret it in the end. In terms of health and spirituality, the Queen of Wands meaning may pertain to a spiritual hunger, a quest, or a search for meaning.

Card 2

Two of cups

The Two of Cups is an indication of a partnership that is built on the union of forces, a strong connection and a balanced and equal partnership. The exchange of cups suggests that each party's emotions are intertwined with the others, and each participant's feelings have profound effects on the other. A strong pair is indicated here, the joy of two becoming one.

When it comes to work, you may notice that the people around you will start to appreciate you more. There is mutual respect here, meaning you will also be more comfortable in your workplace. If you are looking for new job opportunities, this card may be a good sign.

In terms of love, the card represents commitment, a balanced relationship, and love. But this does not simply mean that you will no longer need to nurture your love to make it last. The card only signifies that true love and affection is present.

In your finances, the Two of Cups is associated with fairness and balance. This means that you are currently financially capable and you have the right amount of money to deal with your obligations. In relation with your health, people who are currently facing some health issues need to look for a practitioner that they will be comfortable working with and whom they can trust. In spirituality, it is a call for you to be more endearing and loving towards the others. You are receiving positive energy from the universe, and you need to share that energy.

Card 3

Five of Cups Reversed

The Five of Cups shows a significant recovery from regret as well as proper acceptance of your past. You are beginning to realize all of the implications of your actions, and you have finally come to appreciate the lessons which can be learned from that experience.

You may even start to recognize the overall value of the painful experience you had in the larger scheme of things. You are seeing that the suffering and grief that you endured gave you strength and imbued you with resilience. You are ready to pick up the two remaining cups which are still full and go on with your life in full force.

In a love reading this could indicate moving on from past relationships and healing from old wounds. If you’ve recently gone through a break up, this card can be a welcome sight to help motivate you to accept what has happened, and make peace with it. As this chapter closes in your life, you are making room for new love to appear, one where you truly live in the present, and are not comparing current potential romances with your past. If you’re still healing, it’s only natural. Give yourself time, and be gentle; you will find happiness again. If you’re already in a relationship, you may have just gone through a tense period. Hopefully, you and your partner will have had all the discussions you needed in order to feel like you are both understood and heard. Try not to dwell on past hurts and resentments; look towards the future and what the two of you can change, instead of what you cannot.

Regarding career, this could mean that there is a job loss leading to better position or healing from career misstep, which will ultimately help better your work output. Relief from financial loss and rebuilding financial security is also seen in your forecast for July.

Card 4

Princess of Swords

The Princess of Swords is someone who never seems to run out of ideas. She is curious, always asking questions, and gifted with a sharp tongue and quick wit to match. Her aptitude for language also makes her an incredible communicator, and with her love of ideas, you may find her always engaged in some passionate debate.

This card may indicate that you are very eager to execute an idea that you have been having or a project that you cooked up just recently. You are quite passionate about it, and you cannot wait to share the progress with others. Compared to your passionate heart, time seems to be standing still. It is time to be talkative. When a Princess of Swords appears in a reading, it signifies communication and sharing of ideas. Whether it is someone else’s ideas or yours, it is time to open up and talk about them as long as it is constructive.

In relationships however, they may be scared of emotional confrontations, and can likely be completely avoidant if they are faced with them. As an emotional state or a quality, the Princess of Swords can signal a relationship that is more cerebral, where lovers are more likely to love heady discussions, but are perhaps a bit more wary of emotional intimacy. One partner can also feel that their emotional needs are not being met. Sometimes, it can also signal small or petty disputes with your partner, which can turn into bigger conflicts should they not be handled properly.

When it comes to your career, you may be someone who is intelligent, innovative and ambitious. You may have lots of energy and many ideas to put into your career. Since this card is a page, this does point to some sort of apprenticeship, or new experience, meaning that you may either be in a period of training, school or the start of a new job or career path. With your ambition, you have lots of goals, and you’ll likely have some extra education, or experience so that you can reach those goals.

You may be full of great ideas about how to stretch your finances, or how to make more money, but whatever ideas you may have may be in the very early stages. If you can, try and draw from people that may have more experience than you. You may also be very curious about finances at this time; it’s a complex world, and the more you understand about it, the better you can maximize your earnings. Take some time to study retirement fund options, stocks, bonds and other financial products, or find a financial planner that can help guide you.

Card 5

Six of Cups

The Six of Cups upright generally represents generosity, naïve happiness, and childhood. It can stand for you wanting to return to a happier time, whether it was when you were a child, teenager, or young adult. Many times, these memories are things of the past, which reflect the aspects of ourselves that have vanished. You may feel that remembering these times is the only way to feel happy. The Six of Cups appearing in a reading seems to indicate that while we may look upon the past with a happy eye, we must avoid living in it.

The Six of Cups can also mean that you are returning to a familiar place. This could be your hometown, an old friend’s home, a school, or any place that holds a lot of meaning for you. You are seeking to reconnect with people from your past. Bringing back old memories reminds us of our childhood, a time when things were simpler.

This card can also suggest that you may have suffered a loss or disappointment of sorts, and you are making the journey home. You are looking to the past to find the answer to the crisis or challenge that you are facing now. You may be seeking the comfort and warmth of people that unconditionally love you, gathering strength to face the trials that are in front of you.

In love, the past comes alive again with the Six of Cups. This card can signal a revival of the past and the nostalgia that comes with it; you may be exploring happy memories, you may be more appreciative of your partner’s sense of familiarity, or an ex can even reappear in your life again. The Six of Cups can also represent a time of healing after wounds, and comfort may be important to you now. If you and your partner have had a stressful period in your relationship, looking backwards at the great times you spent together, and perhaps reliving them, can bring you great comfort. Beware however, of living only in the past. Let the past nourish your future; they are lessons to show you what you want to remain in your life, and what you wouldn’t.

When it comes to your career, now may be a good time to look backwards on the path that got you here. This card can be a signal that your past work can hold great lessons you need to learn for building your future. Think back on what you did right, as well as ensure that you aren’t repeating mistakes from your past. Alternatively, this card can signal that you may be reconsidering your career path, and perhaps returning to a position that you had once left.

The goodwill of the Six of Cups can relate to your finances in a number of ways. At times, this card can signify a gift or donation, or simply a sharing of resources. This card is also related to childhood and home, signifying that this sharing may come from family members. You may be returning to your parental home, giving you the ability to save your own funds more, while being amongst the comfort of those that love you. Alternatively, you may be on the other side of this, and welcoming family back into your own home, while sharing resources.

Card 6

The Fool

The Fool card is numbered 0, which is considered to be a number of infinite potential. Consider it a blank slate, for The Fool has yet to develop a clear personality. He is the symbol of innocence - his journey to come will shape his character yet.

The Fool generally means a beginning of a new journey, one where you will be filled with optimism and freedom from the usual constraints in life. He believes that anything can happen in life and there are many opportunities that are lying out there, in the world, waiting to be explored and developed. He leads a simple life, having no worries, and does not seem troubled by the fact that he cannot tell what he will encounter ahead.

To meet him in a reading can also be seen as a call to the risk-taking part of your own character. He inspires courage, for he understands that every day is a chance to open up new areas in your life, and with that comes a mixture of anticipation, wonder, awe and curiosity. The Fool is there to show that you can never really tell what lies ahead, and you can only greet it with joy.

When this card shows up in a love reading, get ready to embark on a new adventure. The Fool in love signals that you'll need to experience new things in order to find the romance that you desire. Be willing to take risks, be bold and expand your vision of the world and you may end up finding love in the most unlikely places. Surprises are in store for you. Since the Fool represents the start of new journeys, its tarot meaning can be an indicator of new relationships.

As with any new relationship, you may fear rejection, but this card indicates that this should not hold you back. When you open yourself up to the world, even in the face of embarrassment or rejection, you may find what you are looking for. In love and relationships, the Fool tells us that we should be confident and have faith that all things will work out well. It tells us that instead of giving up, we keep trying, and look at the world with innocence and wonder. The Fool tarot meaning in love encourages open-eyed innocence and positivity.

When the Fool appears in your career tarot reading. If you’ve been looking to start a new career path, change jobs, get a promotion, or even start your own venture, the Fool can be a welcome card to begin your new journey. Even if no new drastic changes are coming your way or planned, this card can feel like a fresh breath of air into old projects. You can be filled with new energy, and new innovative ideas can be put into action now. What is important now is to be very aware of the opportunities that are there, and have the courage to take them when they appear.

When it comes to finances, you may be in a period where you are feeling spontaneous and idealistic. All spending now can be for the purpose of adventure and exploration. Want to go on a trip? Or learn a new skill? It can be easy for you to fund these purchases now. There can be a feeling that you will have all that you need, so there’s no need to worry about the bills, and more emphasis on feeling expansive and curious.

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