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Chapter One: Conception

You were just best friends, a friendship born from improper business practices. But Oscar's Japan win leads to celebrating. Celebrating leads to his bed. His bed leads to a baby. Oscar Piastri x Verstappen!Reader Warnings: hints of abusive parenting, 18+ themes, smut, foreplay (fingering, fem!receiving), p in v, drunk sex, unprotected sex (let me know if i missed anything) 5.6K

Red Bull cap pulled low on your head, you sat in the McLaren garage. The first few times you had done it, you looked so out of place. Pictures of you were plastered across social media; the mysterious Red Bull girl in the McLaren garage.

It wasn't your fault the McLaren garage had better coffee. 

With your iPad in your lap, you doodled. No, it wasn't a doodle. Once upon a time your dad called them doodles, but you'd turned those doodles into your career. 

“Wanna show?” 

You held your iPad against your chest, hiding your work from the prying eyes of the McLaren driver. 

“Nice try,” you mumbled and pressed the off button. Tucking your pen into its little case, you looked at him across the table. 

Him, with his coffee and his salmon with avocado on toast. Too healthy of a breakfast for your taste, but you knew he enjoyed it. 

Oscar held up his hands in defence before digging into his breakfast. “All right,” he said, using his knife and fork to cut through the salmon, avocado and toasted bread (not how you would have eaten it, but you didn't comment). 

“I don't even have anything interesting so far,’ you mumbled as you turned your iPad back on. “Just the outline of Rocky.” 

“Rocky?” His eyebrows went up. 

You rolled your eyes. “Of, come on, Osc! You know who Rocky is.” 

He looked around, as if looking for some sort of clue (the clue was on your head). “Pato O'Wards dog?”

“No!” But then you stopped. “Well, maybe. But that's not the Rocky I'm talking about.” Pulling the iPad pen from its little case, you tapped the brim of your hat. 

“Stop being cryptic,” Oscar said, grinning as he shook his head. 

God, you hated it when he did that. The way he looked down as he laughed slightly. That laugh alone was enough to have you growing… Shy wasn't the right word for it. But you did grow quiet, did take a moment to gather yourself. 

You shouldn't have needed that around your best friend. But you did. And part of you hated it. You just wanted to be normal around him. 

He was your best friend, after all. 

“When are you gonna get that hat fixed?” He asked as he finished off the salad on his plate. 

Pulling the hat from your head, you looked at it. “What's wrong with it?” You asked as you turned it over in your hands, trying to look for any issue with it. Nothing. Thank God, because you never would have heard the end of it from Max.

Oscar shrugged his shoulders. “Not an OP81 hat,” he mumbled and picked up his coffee. 

You waited for him to put his coffee mug down before you threw your hat at him. Oscar caught it like it was nothing, went to put it on his head, thought better of it, and placed it on the table. 

“I only wear hats with a number one on it,” you said, your voice smug. 

There was a second before Oscar replied. A second where he stared at you, where you still couldn't look at him. (You just hoped he didn't notice). 

“Gonna be me by the end of the season.”

A scoff left your lips, but you fully believed him. He would be world champion. If not this season, then some season soon.  

Finally, you met his eye. “Can you leave me to draw in peace, please?” You asked and picked up your coffee. 

Stacking his cup on his plate, Oscar stood up. He grabbed your hat and placed it on your head before he walked past you, leaving you to your work. 

***

You had always loved racing. The high adrenaline, the way your heart beat quicker as the cars went past. The sounds of the engine, the smell of the fuel, the shouts of the crowd. 

Racing had always called to you, like it was in your blood. Maybe because it was in your blood. Your mother had raced and your father had raced. It hadn't interested your sister, but it had consumed your brother, in the same way it had consumed you. 

Your brother was a natural talent when it came to racing. Actually, it was incredible. When he started out in Formula One, he struck fear into the hearts of his fellow drivers, those that had been into the sport for years by that point. Those with multiple championships under their belts feared him, though he'd never admit it. 

Just like your brother, you were obsessed with racing. Unlike your brother, you didn't drive. You had no desire to climb into a kart and zip around the track. You weren't destined for the highs and lows, the wins and crashes, of the track. 

You may have been a Verstappen, but you were never meant to drive.

Still, you loved it. You loved the world of racing. You loved the world of Formula One.

When your parents divorced, you and your brother went with your father. It wasn't the easiest time in either of your lives,  but you had Max's karting races to took forward to. Watching the races, socialising with other kids, when you felt up to it. 

You were a quiet child. It was behaviour you taught yourself to stay off your father's radar. If he forgot about you, you were safe. 

Your father didn't pay much attention to you. Why should he, when you had nothing to offer him? You weren't a racing prodigy, you didn't have world championships in your future. You were just you. 

You were an easy child. All you wanted was to watch your brother race. You were enthralled by it. In a way, doing one of the things that made you happy made up for the neglect. 

Racing seemed like the obvious career path. Not in the same way it was for Max, but it was still something you wanted to do. You just didn't understand what. What in racing called to you? 

At first, nothing. As a kid finishing school, trying to make a decision on university, you didn't know. But you couldn't think of any job role beside driver, engineer or team principle. 

It made you regret not listening more when you were a kid. Maybe then this decision wouldn't be so hard. 

But Max got you in talks with the Red Bull Racing team. Someone from each department walked you through what they did. 

You didn't find interest in any of the engineering departments. Nothing in management or support roles. 

It was the creative sectors that got you. Art had always been a passion, an outlet for when it got particularly rough at home. 

That was how you ended up doing graphic design at university. It was fun, but it was still hard work. Your presence at race weekends got less and less as your workload became larger and larger. 

But nothing beat sitting trackside as you did your work. 

During your third and final year at university you began attending more races once again. For mental health reasons, you know? You could complete your work in a quiet corner in the hours before the race. Somewhere you could be alone, somewhere Max couldn't disturb you. 

Your final year at university just so happened to coincide with Oscar’s first year as a Formula One driver. His first year in McLaren. You were aware of him, just as you were aware of other rookies, like Logan Sargeant. But you didn’t know him, had no interest in knowing him. 

You had university to graduate. 

But Oscar noticed you. Not right away, he didn’t see you and then birds started singing. He didn’t see you and the clouds parted to shine a light on you. No, he just saw you with your iPad, sitting alone. 

You had no team hat on, no affiliation to anybody. You almost looked like you didn’t care (in reality, you were too busy to care). You had to be there with someone. A driver, a team member, an engineer. 

The first couple of times Oscar saw you, he didn’t approach. You were busy, clearly, and he didn’t want to distract you. But he was so curious about you. 

Fuck it, he was gonna do it. He was gonna approach you, just to find out what your deal was. Why attend the pinnacle of motorsports just to sit on your iPad like a bored toddler? 

On this day, you wore a team hat. Not just a team hat, a Redbull Racing hat with a number one on it. Fuck, a Max Verstappen hat. But you couldn’t be a casual Max fan, not with the amount of access you had. 

So, he approached you. He kept his hands in his pockets as he walked up to you. He had no idea what he was going to say to you, he just had to sate his curiosity. 

Standing in front of you, he blocked the sun. At the shadow cast over you in the shape of a twenty-two year old man, you looked up. 

Oscar Piastri stood in front of you, looking incredibly awkward. Putting your iPad pen down, you took pity on him. “Can I help you?” You asked him, iPad against your chest as you rested your chin in your hand. 

Yeah, who are you?

But Oscar didn’t ask you that. He rocked on the balls of his feet and asked, “What’re you working on?”

A simple question, one that made you sit back. You unlocked your iPad and showed him what you had been working on. “Uni work,” you said quickly as Oscar looked at your screen. 

He really looked at it. The longer he looked, the more uncomfortable you became. Not properly uncomfortable, but you hated showing people your work. People who would judge you in person, not just people hidden behind a screen. 

“That’s really cool,” he said as you took the iPad back. “You’re in uni for art?”

When you began replying, Oscar pulled out a seat to sit down. But you found you didn’t mind it. A bit of company, a bit of a distraction was welcome. “Graphic design,” you answered. “All my coursework is racing related.”

Oscar raised his eyebrow at you. “That’s really cool,” he said, his fingers drumming against the table. “I’d love to see more.”

Being brave, you turned on your iPad once again. You went to your drawing app and showed him all that you had done over the past three years. All the work that had been graded highly, all the work you were proud of. 

When Oscar got to the last of your work, he passed the iPad back to you. He wore a grin, one that had you looking away from him. “That’s all really good,” he said again. “Should be proud of yourself.”

You were. 

“If I asked you to design a special helmet for me, would you?” He asked.

Your eyes went wide. You’d never done something this public before, not even for Max. “Uhm, I suppose,” you said and opened a new document. 

He checked his watch. “Consider yourself commissioned,” he said and stood from his seat. 

Oscar walked away. You watched him go, your mouth wide open. “What?” You called after him, your voice rising in pitch and volume, like a teenaged boy.

Thus, through improper business practices, a beautiful friendship was born. 

***

You watched the race from the back of the Redbull garage. Oscar might have been your best friend, but you were still a Verstappen, still supported your brother over everything. You watched him, and you watched Oscar.

Max wasn’t in for a win, and he knew it. He had told you before the race that he knew he wasn’t going to win, but that he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind not winning anymore. Jesus, he’d grown up so much since the year before. After two seasons of being the majority winner, after getting his girlfriend pregnant, he had calmed down a lot. 

It was weird to see your brother like this, but it was nice. 

Max had never reminded you of your father. He wasn’t unnecessarily cruel or volatile. But he could get angry, he could easily become enraged. That side of Max had always scared you, was always something you’d stayed away from. 

The Max from two years ago would have become so angry if he’d lost in the way he was this season. Yes, some of his radios were still angry, but you could understand it. He didn’t hold that same anger when he climbed out of the car and wrapped his arms around you. 

An Oscar win. You loved an Oscar win. You loved getting to muss up his sweaty hair, making it messier than it already was. You loved watching him on the podiums, loved his calmer form of celebrations. 

It was a far cry from Max’s celebrations, if he celebrated at all. Max would drag you to the club and get wasted with his wins. The most celebrating you got out of Oscar was his arms around you for a total of five seconds. 

This race was an Oscar win. You were a Redbull cap in a sea of McLaren, cheering for him. 

Oscar looked down. You didn’t have the illusion that he could see you, even if he later told you that he could. It didn’t deter your cheering for him.

You would have cheered the same if Max was on the podium, you told yourself. 

His first win of the season. You had to celebrate, properly celebrate. As much as you enjoyed his quiet celebrations, you wanted something more for him. To go out, to explore the Japanese nightlife while you were here. Themed bars, karaoke, night clubs. You were going to drag him so far outside of his comfort zone and he was going to love it. 

“Congrats, champ,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him. He stank of sweat and champagne. It didn’t have you pulling away, didn’t have you withdrawing. If anything, the sweat and champagne pulled you closer. 

When the two of you let go of each other, Oscar started towards his driver's room. You followed him as he went. “I think you should get to celebrate this first one, properly,” you said.

Oscar stopped in his driver’s room doorway. There was nothing stopping you from going in there with him, but you never did. It felt like a boundary you didn’t want to cross, like stepping into the bathroom with him while he was in the shower. 

“Bad luck to celebrate the first win,” he said and pushed his fingers through his hair. Sweat dropped to the floor. “Won’t get another if we celebrate this one.” His voice was so serious, but his grin suggested his teasing. 

You pushed his shoulder. “What if I promise you’ll have fun?” You asked him, stepping closer. 

“You promise?” He echoed, eyebrows going up. When you held your hands up, as if in prayer, he grabbed them both. “Okay, we can celebrate,” he answered and you let out a little cheer. “But only because this is the first one of the season.”

You nodded in agreement, but you couldn’t stop grinning. 

You didn’t have an outfit for this. Nothing cute and classy you could wear to a nightclub. So, while Oscar did what he needed to do post race, you went shopping. 

Sent you an allowance

You rolled your eyes at the text from your brother. It wasn’t an allowance, it was just money Max sent you to allow you to live. Like how he let you live in his Monaco apartment. Just until you started making proper money. Just until your work wasn’t just from Redbull Racing

Asshole, you sent him. ILY.

You didn’t spend much, just what you needed to to get a cute outfit. A maroon top, a little black skirt and a pair of boots. The rest of the money you pocketed, saved to buy Oscar a drink.

Showered and dressed, you waited in the hotel lobby for Oscar. Makeup and jewellery kept simple, to not take away from the beauty of your outfit. Because it really was beautiful.

“All dressed up and nowhere to go,” Lando Norris said as he walked past you.

You stopped picking at your nails to glare at him. If you’d had the time and resources, you would have painted your nails to match your outfit. “Shut up,” you mumbled, staring up at him. “I’ve got somewhere to go.”

Lando frowned. “Thought Max was going back to Monaco,” he said, leaning against the handle of his suitcase.

“He is.” You crossed one leg over the other, chin raised as you looked down at your boots. “But I’m not going with him.”

There was a moment where Lando’s frown deepened. But then his eyes went wide. “How the fuck did you convince Oscar to go out with you?” He asked, leaning closer. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno,” you answered and leaned back on your palms. Almost as if you knew how good you looked and you were throwing it in his face that you didn’t want him.

Lando swallowed. He looked you over one last time and left the lobby. 

Alone, you sat there. You went back to playing with your nails as you waited for Oscar. Going out wasn’t really his thing, you knew, but he would pull through, right? He wouldn't just leave you here, sitting alone, right?

A relieved breath left you when the lift dinged and he stepped out. Dressed simply, a white shirt and black trousers, as if he didn't have an outfit, either. But he still looked good. 

“Jesus,” he breathed as he stepped towards you. 

Placing your bag on your shoulder, you stood. “Went shopping,” you mumbled and pulled down the black of your skirt. 

“Really?” He asked, voice full of sarcasm. “Looks good on you.” 

You looked down at yourself. “Really? Hadn't noticed,” you said and grinned, tongue between your teeth. 

Rolling his eyes, Oscar began walking. He held his hand out behind him, clenched it shut and then opening it again. Offering it to you, you realised. 

You did an almost jog to catch up to hum. Securing your little black bag on your shoulder, you placed your hand in his. Your mouth opened, but you couldn't bring to ask him. You just enjoyed it, the feeling of your hand in his. 

Oscar kept hold of your hand as you went from venue to venue. The two of you did almost everything, at your insistence. The only thing you couldn't convince him to do was karaoke. But Oscar was happy to indulge you on everything else. 

Several drinks in, after three themed bars and two nightclubs, Oscar dragged you back to the hotel. You didn't remember what the theme of the bars were, and you kept muttering the same thing over and over again. 

You were thoroughly drunk, and Oscar was giggling like a fool. You were both too drunk to be making good decisions. 

“Gonna be world champion,” you muttered for the fourth time in five minutes. 

“Yeah I am.” He stood so close to you, head ducked to look at you properly. “You'll wear my hat?” 

“I'd look so good in your hat.” You were on your tiptoes, your arms coming to wrap around his neck. 

His hands found your hips. The lift doors opened but neither of you realised. Too wrapped up in each other. Crossing a boundary that never should have been crossed. 

“Oscar,” you whispered as his fingers danced up your sides. You shivered and stepped close to him. 

“I think I want to kiss you,” he whispered. His stare was so intense but you couldn't look away. 

You blinked. Lashes thickened by mascara, but it made your eyes look so pretty. “Don't be a pussy,” you whispered and started giggling so hard you snorted. 

The lift doors slid shut as Oscar kissed you. He gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him as the lift travelled back down. 

He grunted as you stepped back. Following you, Oscar pressed you against the wall of the lift. His hands travelled lower, fingertips toying with the bottom of your skirt. 

Grabbing your hand, Oscar pulled you out of the lift. “Wait,” he mumbled as he looked around at the lobby. And then he pulled you back into the lift and pressed His lips were back on yours. But it was only for a moment before he pressed his forehead to yours. “Distracting me,” he whispered. You toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Always distracting me. My good luck charm, too.” 

“Your good luck charm?” You echoed, blinking at him. 

When he nodded, his nose bumped against his own. You couldn't explain it, but you wanted to bite it. Only gently, your teeth sinking in just until he pulled a face. Not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt. 

“Yeah,” he said as the lift doors opened. This time, the two of you stepped out onto the right floor. “Make me feel lucky, at least.” 

You kissed him again. Up against the wall of the corridor, you kissed him. Softly, gently, tugging at his hair until he groaned. You couldn't get enough of him. 

“Need to get you inside,” he mumbled as he pulled his key card from his pocket. “Knew that from the minute I saw you.” 

“Shut up,” you scoffed as he let you into his room. 

Holding his hand, you pulled him over to the bed. But then you laid back and pulled Oscar on top of you. The two of you began giggling again, seemingly uncontrollably. As if you couldn't hold yourselves back. You couldn't as you wrapped your legs around him. 

But that was enough to get Oscar to stop laughing. He dipped down and kissed you, stealing the very air from your lungs. As he kissed you, he moved his hips. Grinding them against your own. There was so little separating the two of you, his trousers and your underwear. 

You could feel him, every inch of him. Throwing your head back, you moaned as Oscar kissed down your neck. Even in his drunken state, Oscar only kissed. He didn't nibble, didn't bite, didn't suck. No marks, nothing that could get either of you into trouble. 

Even in his drunken state, Oscar was smart enough to be scared of Max. 

“Can I?” He asked, fingers fiddling with the material of your shirt. 

You sat up and let Oscar pull down the zip at the back. You pulled the rest of the top over your head and discarded it further into the room. 

With nothing on beneath, you were laid half naked before him. Oscar sucked in a breath, sitting back to look at you.

Under any other circumstances, you would've covered up, held your hands over your breasts until your partner busied himself with taking off his own clothes. But the way Oscar was looking at you, you left your hands tucked under your back. 

He touched you, fingers ghosting over your nipples. Almost like he was unsure. But, when you pulled your lip between your teeth, Oscar touched you properly. 

Hands firm but gentle all at the same time. His lips were against your collarbone, hips still rocking against your own. 

“Oscar,” you whispered. He pulled away to look at you. Still wearing a grin on your lips, he kissed you. Gently still, hands coming up to cradle your face. 

He pulled away to unbutton his shirt. Every popped button revealed more and more of him. All you had seen before, when he opened his driver's room for you when he knocked, when he was covered in champagne, shirt clinging to his muscled torso. You'd seen it before, but never like this. 

You didn't know what came over you. But you sat up, hands on his hips as you held him close. But then you licked his torso. Tongue running across his muscles in a such an obscene way, it had him groaning, holding your cheeks as you looked up at him. 

His thoughts strayed, cock throbbing at the thought of you on your knees, gagging around him. 

But that wasn't for tonight. 

Oscar didn’t know if he'd get another opportunity like this. But he couldn't push it, couldn’t push you. 

He didn't realise how badly you wanted him. It was maddening, how willing you were to sink to your knees before him and take him into your mouth. But, just like Oscar, you couldn't push it. You couldn't push him. 

As you laid back, you shimmied your skirt down your legs. Oscar pulled your boots from your feet and discarded them, throwing them over his shoulder. They thunder against the floor as they landed. 

Just in your underwear before him, you looked divine. His belt clinked as he fiddled with it, trying to undo it with tearing his eyes away from you. Hazel eyes staring into your own, until you threw your head back, exposing your throat to him. 

He hadn't touched you, yet he had you reacting like this. He let his trousers drop to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving himself just as exposed as you were. 

“We're doing this,” he said, like he was unsure. Fingers on the waistband of your underwear, just waiting for your signal. Your confirmation. That was all he needed. 

You. 

You wanted to beg him to touch you, moan and whine in such a pathetic way until he took pity on you and plunged his fingers into your underwear. 

But you didn't need to beg Oscar. Not when he pulled your underwear down your legs and took you in. 

Despite it all, his fingers seemed so steady as he touched you. No hesitation as he felt you, gathered you on his fingers. Already so wet, and what had he done? 

He plunged his fingers inside of you. Just one at first, moving slowly and carefully. Not too deep, not yet. But, with each curl and stroke of his finger, he seemed to get deeper. “Please,” you whined desperately, attempted to reach for his wrist. 

“Please?” He echoed, his other hand on your thigh. “Please what?” 

“More.”

One word, one single word. Oscar tightened his grip on your thigh, his touch bruising. But you didn't wince, not when you were loving it so much. 

He added another finger and watched your face twist. Eyes squeezed shut, but you let yourself smile, as if content. Not just content, you'd gotten exactly what you wanted. 

Oscar picked up the pace. Gentle pumps of his fingers became quicker, more intense. Your name left his lips, a breathy sound he could have listened to on replay.

“More?” 

It wasn't mocking, the way he said it. But you were almost sure it was meant to be. Still, you nodded your head. Another finger, faster, deeper. Another moan of his name. 

When you came, you looked as though you didn't realise it. But the way you squeezed him, walls clamped around his fingers, your own fingers squeezing his wrist. He felt your body shudder in a way you didn't seem to. 

“Easy,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out of you. Gentle, his touch and his voice. Gentle and grounding. “You okay?” 

You released his wrist. Stretching your fingers, you nodded. “I'm okay,” you mumbled and looked at him. Sweat clung to your skin as you blinked at him, as if coming back to yourself. You were okay. He pushed your hair back and kissed your head. 

But Oscar's tenderness was overshadowed. You didn't mean to distract from the sweet moment by reaching for his boxers, but you couldn't help yourself. The second your hand made contact with him, he bucked his hips towards you. 

“Easy, buster,” you said and giggled to yourself. 

Jesus fuck, he was hard. So damn hard beneath your fingers, and all because of you. He had seen you, all of you spread bare for him. It was only fair it was his turn. 

Hastily, Oscar pushed his boxers from his hips. 

Tall and proud. That was the only way you could describe it as you stared. And I mean stared. Unable to tear your eyes away from his tip, which already seemed to be weeping. 

It wasn't supposed to be pretty. In the few experiences you'd had, from the little bit of porn you'd stumbled across, you knew it wasn’t supposed to be pretty. But it was. If you were any other woman, your mouth would've watered. 

But you remained composed. Somehow. Maybe it was the knowledge that you couldn't push it that far with Oscar. Something in the back of your mind was telling you it was a bad idea. That taking the man who'd just had three of his fingers buried inside of you into your mouth was a bad idea. 

You listened to that small, annoying voice. But you still wrapped your hand around him, swiped your thumb over his tip. You gathered what was there and brought it up to your mouth, licking it off. 

His hips subconsciously rocked. “That was…” 

“Hot?” You asked. 

He nodded. 

Wrapping your fingers around him once again, you pumped him. Not enough to be considered foreplay, almost like you were getting him warmed up as you laid back and parted your legs. 

Oscar got the hint. He climbed in between them and his breath caught. For a moment, he laid there. Your arm was trapped between your bodies at an almost awkward angle as you held him, ready to guide him in. “Hey,” you said and he looked at you. 

You'd always found his eyes pretty. Even that day you'd met and he had been an unwanted distraction. Every part of him was pretty, you knew. Every. Single. Part. 

He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, but he didn't. Instead he kissed you. You let go of him, brought your arm up from between you and wrapped them around his neck. “Gonna get on and fuck me or what?” You mumbled against his lips. 

He dragged your bottom lip between his teeth. Hips rutting against yours, the feeling of him nestled between your lips. Blunt head nudging you in all the right places, you just needed him to take that leap. 

And he did. Oscar sheathed himself inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, mouth falling open in a mix between a gasp and a moan. 

At first, he was still. Mouth still against yours, but he seemed to be watching you carefully. Gauging your reaction to his every little movement.

“Move, Osc,” you had to whisper. 

He nodded his head rapidly, sweaty hair falling in front of his face. His eyes were closed, mouth open when he began to move, when he pushed himself further inside of you. There was a slight stretch, but you were loving it. The way he seemed to be just too big for you, even with the preparation he had put in.

He hissed through his teeth as he moved his hips. You couldn’t help but moan as you attempted to kiss him, to kiss any bit of skin you could get your lips on. When you kissed his neck, Oscar tipped his head to the side, gave you more room to work with. Clearly, neither of you cared as much about painting his neck in purple bruises. 

“Want,” he began, eyes still shut. “Want you on top.”

Oscar flipped you over. You went willingly and settled on top of him, your hands against his chest. He gave you all the time you needed to adjust to the feeling that came with the new position, like he was rearranging your guts. “Don’t know how the girls in the fantasy books do it,” you managed to say, 

Oscar laughed. Hands settling on your hips, he laughed. A beautiful, melodic sound that was cut off when you began moving. You lifted yourself up as best you could and sank back down onto his dick. It took more effort than you were expecting, giving up after doing it a few times.

But Oscar had you. He kept hold of you as he drew his knees up, feet on the bed to thrust into you. Again and again as you kept yourself braced on his chest. The noises you made spurred him on, along with the way you clenched around him. 

When you came around him, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut you looked as though you would never open them again, Oscar swore he saw stars. Just a few more thrust, just a few more until he came inside of you.

Breathing heavily, Oscar slipped out of you. “Holy,” he breathed, chest rising and falling. 

Your limbs shook as you laid down beside him. It wasn’t graceful, your body seeming to just fall beside him. “Can’t believe we did that,” he mumbled as you snuggled closer to him. 

Two sweaty bodies pressed together, you fell asleep. Neither of you were aware enough to regret it. Minds too tired, bodies too exhausted, and the alcohol still moving through your veins. 

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An Unexpected Catch: Boromir x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings: oral sex, piv penetration, fluff, kissing

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter Three

While investigating an attack on a Gondorian settlement, Boromir finds himself run through with a sword and tossed into a nearby river. When death seems dangerously near, Boromir’s body washes up to shore, tangled in a fishing net. A young woman living alone finds Boromir and brings him home to care for him. As Boromir physically heals, he finds that his heart is also missing something important.

ao3 // main masterlist // an unexpected catch masterlist

The sky cries. Large raindrops patter against the roof. From the door, you watch as Boromir braves the downpour, herding Daisy into her pen. The cow is stubborn, but she’s also scared.

“Come now,” he coos. “Just a few more steps.” Boromir’s tunic and trousers cling to his skin, his hair soaked and sticking to his face.

He is healthy and whole. Has been for some time. Every day presents the opportunity of his departed, and yet he does not go. Boromir stays, finding excuse after excuse to remain at your side. It is nice to feel so wanted. And he is kind. Gentle.

And what if I were your husband? Would you have me then?

Words spoken weeks ago now and yet they still linger in your mind, haunting your every thought. Boromir still reaches for you, finds moments to wrap you up in his arms for a few tender kisses. And though he always stops, sometimes the touching becomes bolder, the two of you falling into gasping pants as skin touches skin.

Long have I been drifting. With you, I’ve only known peace. Contentment. You are not my ship or anchor but my compass. I was adrift. But now I know nothing but calm seas and a forward path.

The small spark within your heart brightens, ensnaring your stomach, finding refuge between your legs. Your cheeks flame, your heart thudding loudly in your ears.

Daisy moos, and Boromir laughs, patting her on her rump before dashing for the door. When his gaze meets yours, he smiles, broad and bright and so full of love that you find yourself momentarily stunned.

“Angel,” he greets, coming to a stop before you. Boromir rests a hand against the doorframe. “May I come in? Or am I subjected to sleep in the rain?”

“Oh,” you laugh, stepping backward to allow him entrance. “Suppose you’re allowed to stay.”

“Suppose?” he teases as you shut the door behind him. “Have I been that bad?”

“Terrible,” you smile.

Boromir grasps the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Though he’s wet and a bit cold, the kiss is all searing heat. It shoots right down to your toes. But it’s not only one kiss. He takes another, then another. Each one becomes deeper than the last, until your mouth parts for him and he slips his tongue inside for a taste.

“You’re so warm,” he breathes, breaking his attention to your lips to gaze into your eyes.

“Cold?”

“Freezing,” he answers.

“I put some bedding down next to fire. You can warm yourself in comfort.”

Boromir’s smile is sweet. He gives you one more kiss before pulling away. Removing his boots, he sets them by the door. You’re about to turn away, but Boromir is lifting his tunic up and over his head. His trousers, heavy with rain, sag slightly, revealing a deep v and a trail of hair. You quickly glance away; hand pressed to your chest as Boromir discards the soaked fabric. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the damp strands out of his face.

As you glance over your shoulder at him, you notice the shift in his gaze. The way he looks at you, it’s deliberate and wanton. Hungry.

“Come here to me,” he says, voice throaty and gruff.

Your limbs move of their own accord, gliding across the floor to him, entering his space, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. Lying to yourself would be silly. You adore this man. You cherish him.

“Will you stay with me?” he asks. “Keep me warm?” Boromir’s fingers dance along the side of your throat, trailing down to hook under the neckline of your dress. He pulls it to the side, the fabric falling down your shoulder, revealing bare skin.

Leaning forward, Boromir presses his lips there. You gasp. Shiver. Reach out. You’re pushing at his trousers, urging them down over his hips. Boromir is just as insistent, exposing more of you to his heated gaze.

His hands roam down, and then he’s pulling you into him, guiding you to the nest you made before the fire. There is no barrier. No walls to hide behind. Boromir guides you down onto your back, the two of you entangled in each other, kissing and touching until there is nothing but warmth and fire.

Before you, Boromir is all hunger. You are completely naked. Bare for him. Legs spread wide for his pleasure, his gaze is locked to that place between your legs, the one that aches for him and longs to be filled. You want to know him in all ways.

His hands rest on the insides of your thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”

The compliment catches you off-guard. You’re so absorbed in admiring the beauty of him that you forgot to listen.

“Thank you,” you murmur, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment. It’s such a silly thing to say in the moment, but it’s all you can muster.

The corner of Boromir’s mouth quirks in amusement. His large hands stroke up and then down your thighs absently. The movement is soothing; your muscles relaxing beneath his touch. Boromir gently squeezes, fingers lightly digging into your skin as he flattens himself on his stomach. You watch from between your legs, momentarily paralyzed as he makes himself comfortable. You notice a slight wince, but it’s so brief you might not have caught it if you weren’t paying attention. His wound still hurts him on occasion.

Boromir glances up, the middle of his brow creasing slightly. “Do you want me? Do you want this?”

He might sound steady but it’s all in the eyes. There is pain there—a hesitation bordering on trepidation. He doesn’t want to hurt you, and it only makes your love for him soar higher.

“I want you,” is the answer you give, because it’s true.

All the muscles in his shoulders relax.

His chest heaves, and then his arms snake under and over your thighs, locking you in place. One hand splays wide over your lower belly while the other firmly grips your thigh. There is no escape from him, but you wouldn’t try.

“And I want you,” he replies, voice almost a growl.

He adjusts his hold, pulling you closer to his mouth. Boromir’s breath is hot against the inside of your thigh. From between your legs, his lips land against your skin just shy of his fingers. It’s slow but purposeful, each kiss moving lower and lower to what is clenching—needing him to be inside.

Boromir is not your husband, at least, not in ceremony. But why need there be? To be with him, to share in each other if both are willing is enough. That is all you care for anyway.

Boromir’s lip graze against you, and everything tightens, anticipating the moment he makes contact. The tip of his tongue just grazing over your sex. It’s a tease of a touch. A flash of pleasure that quickly vanishes. He repeats the movement, giving a bit more, sending you squirming in his hold.

You whisper his name, as he lazily run his tongue over you.

“Be still, my heart. I wish to enjoy you.”

Your fingers find his biceps the second his tongue returns, stroking slowly.

Your hips want to move. They want to seek out his mouth. To have the constant pleasure before it explodes into fragments. But you are unable to do much with your lower half. Boromir has you locked in, and he’s taking his time. Each stroke is agony, and yet utterly satisfying. The hand splayed on your lower abdomen descends, and you don’t really notice until a finger parts you, sliding inside.

This is different. This is more, and that is all you desire. To be more with Boromir.

Boromir sucks gently, the tip of his tongue making little circles. Your back arches, hips flexing, but there is nowhere to go. It only shoves you further into his hold. Your breath comes in short pants, breasts heaving with every inhale. Every part of you is tightening, the coil building under pressure. Like floodgates preparing to open, you too are close to bursting.

Another taste. Another stroke.

All the limbs and muscles in your body suddenly clamp, shaking. The exhalation is cut off—choked—before blooming into a depraved moan.

Tension releases, and then you’re truly writhing beneath him. Boromir does not cease, his tongue and fingers moving in tandem. You claw at his arms, gasping for breath, wanting to beg but unable to find the words. They keep escaping you, floating off into the air where you cannot catch them.

“Boromir,” you cry, tears beginning to form in the corners. “Please—I can’t. No—no more. No—”

With that singular word, Boromir withdraws. He kisses the indies of your thighs, moving upward. Soothing your heated skin with kisses.

“We can stop,” he murmurs. The heat of the fire has chased away the dampness, leaving his skin dry and hair slightly damp.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you tremble, hooking your leg over his, drawing him close until his hardness rocks against you.

“We are not bonded before our people. Does that not worry you?”

“No,” you answer. “The stars will be our witness.”

With a pleased groan, Boromir pushes your left leg wide, and with the other, brings your right leg flush against his front, ankle at his shoulder. He hooks his arm around the leg against his chest, creating an anchor. His free hand rests against the inside of your thigh. There is pressure at first. A brief bite that quickly eases as your bodies come together. His shoulders are a bit hunched, body leaning forward slightly as he drives forward and back, skin smacking against skin. Other than that, it’s just your breathing and his, and the slick sound of you taking him.

This time you’re free to writhe against him.

Reaching out, you try to grasp for anything. What you receive is tenderness. The hand on your thigh disappears, and Boromir snags your seeking hand, trapping it against your pelvis. He holds it, fingers intertwining.

“Look at me,” he growls, his hips stuttering slightly. You glance up. Make eye contact. It is brief. Fleeting. You are unable to hold his gaze. “Look at me, angel.”

Your eyes snap open, and Boromir grinds his hips against you, chest heaving. “Repeat after me.”

Between thrusts and throaty groans, you and Boromir exchange vows. And when the last word is finally spoken, Boromir drops all pretenses, draping himself over you as he claims you as his wife. You cling to him, fingers digging into his skin, holding on so tight you fear you might draw blood.

There is none. Just shared love. Shared pleasure.

And the night is no longer cold. Nor are the days that follow. At every opportunity, the two of you couple. Sometimes it is Boromir reaching out. Sometimes it is you seeking him.

Days pass. Then weeks.

You are content. Happy.

And then you’re shattered. Confused.

“Boromir? Who is this?”

You stand just outside the front door, perplexed by the scene before you. There are three men on horseback in Gondorian armor. They look regal. Imposing. But the fourth is almost a mirror image of Boromir.

Boromir steps back. Inclines his head. “This is my brother. Faramir.”

Faramir bows his head. “I’m sorry for the intrusion. But I’ve come to retrieve my wayward brother.” Faramir gives you a soft smile. “Father’s been worried.”

Boromir frowns, his expression grim. “How did you find me.”

“We stopped at the nearby village. Asked if anyone had seen a man that looked like you. A fisherman said he say you here while on his boat.”

You step forward. “Are you leaving?”

Faramir is the one that speaks. “The Steward of Gondor commands it.”

You turn to Boromir, your voice lowering to a whisper. “Who are you?”

Boromir approaches, placing his hands on your arms. “Come with me.”

“Who are you?” you repeat.

With a sigh, he answers. “I am Boromir. Son of Denethor. Steward of Gondor.”

“You’re—”

The revelation is a tumbling boulder. All this time, the man you’ve been looking after, caring for, will one day sit on Gondor’s throne, protecting it for when the True King returns.

“I’m sorry I never told you. Thought it best. To keep you safe.”

“Safe from who?”

“Are you angry with me?”

Are you? No. Not because he kept this from you.

You shake your head. “You’re leaving.”

“I must,” he murmurs. “And you are to come with me.”

You laugh. “I can’t. What about my father? The animals?”

“Faramir and I have already discussed this. Someone will look after the animals while we search for your father. I’ll have him brought back here once we locate him.”

“But I won’t be here. I must see him.”

His hands come up to cradle your face. “And he will. But you will come with me. Back to Minas Tirith. I will have him brought to you, and then before our families, we will be joined.”

You hesitate. Life outside your home has been nothing larger than the nearby village. This is travel. This is adventure. This is the unknown.

“Do you promise?”

“Angel. I will give you the world.”

It is easy. Simple.

Just your hand in his, and a promise of a new future.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

sort of living in fear every single day over the possibility that one day phanpara will do smth or akutami will say something that goes against my caretaker suguru agenda because really at that point my only choice will be to die violently

[loveridden1999]

society if daughters didn't have to be the peace mediator in the family

[poetry-written-in-blood]

I swear to god if I see one fucking fanfic taking place at Liam’s funeral

[savage-rhi]

🫂

[icedteaandoldlace]

Wow, I really am the biggest animal lover in this family. Not that that's anything new, but you'd think someone would be interested in trying harder to keep these kittens alive.

[makkir0ll]

private chef! osamu x ceo!reader.

you hired him because you had little to no time to make healthy meals, living off of microwave ramen most of the time. incredibly unhealthy so you hired a private chef. you didn't see him often, only in the morning for a couple of minutes as you ate your breakfast and occasionally he would stand across the counter preparing your lunch.

you can't deny that he's cute, brown hair and big biceps that are constricted from his black compression shirt, the way his muscles are flexed every time he moves. his cooking skills are an added plus. you thank whatever angel is watching over you to give you such a hot man who can cook your meals. but obviously, you had to keep it professional but that doesn't stop you from ogling at him and he doesn't notice either so there’s no harm. (he has noticed.)

and he's not one to complain either. he particularly likes it when you come home late. hair in a messy bun, the first couple of buttons from your work shirt unbuttoned a little bit and at certain angles he can get a peek of the lacy black bra you decided to wear that day.

but his top favorite is when you come out of the shower on those late nights, dressed in your victoria secret silk pajama set, hair wet, and cheeks red from the heat of the shower. you smile softly at him as you take a bit of the dinner he cooked that night and he always falls to his knees weak at the sight of your smile rather than the usual scowl on your face due to the annoying people you have to deal with at work.

and when you fall asleep on the couch as he cleans up the dishes he freezes, he's never seen you so peaceful. would it be breaking boundaries to carry you to your bed? no he thinks, i mean you back would hurt if you slept here all night he justifies as he slowly picks you up and places you softly on your bed.

one day he will get to do that and sleep with you in his arms. but right now he had to plan out your breakfast for tommorow.

@cottonlemonade bc it’s infesting my brain

[8ubblemint]

on this year i tried my best to change my ways and to keep working on myself but as the time goes i cannot stop to notice the fact that i may be repeating another cycle in which i must learn to embrace my solitude at the expense of not showing my authentic self to the world and at the same time i also experience a deep feeling of not belonging anywhere

and if i hear one more time "oh i thought you were intimidating/mean" or "i was scared to approach you/you look unaproachable" i'm going to scream from the top of my lungs :i'm trying so hard!!! no matter how warm i make myself to be it doesn't come off as much as i would like to so i get labeled as cold and bitchy and is literally not the case most of the time oh my god

[maybefae]

Messages From Your Forever Person

Pile 1 - Pile 2 - Pile 3

Remember, this is a general reading and it may not resonate for everyone or completely. Tarot is a tool to help guide but you are responsible for your actions and life, you choose your path.

Just a note!: I don’t like doing general love readings because I don’t feel like they are as personal as, well, personal love readings, but I had the urge to make one. Your forever person can be what you consider your significant other, long-term partner, or future spouse.

Tips!

|Pile 1

Tarot: King of Pentacles, The Fool, Ace of Pentacles, Three of Pentacles, Black Numen, Six of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Three of Swords, Ace of Swords, The Star, Ten of Cups (Bottom of the Deck:

Oracle: Uplift, Forgiveness, Consistency

You know how the planet Jupiter is the defender of our solar system? How Jupiter pulls asteroids away from Earth and even take the hits itself? That’s the energy of this person. As soon as I pulled the cards, I got the feeling of comfort from a strong and stable energy. I must say, this person also has a comforting smile and as soon as you look at them, your nerves will instantly be soothed. They feel like they are standing beside me, hands in pockets, as they watch me write this. They could have a favorite cream cable knit sweater that they like to wear as soon as there’s a chill in the air. 

They are very patient and have the mentality of “it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done”. You could suffer from anxiety, but I feel this panicked and shaky energy coming from you. I don’t know if you used to be yelled at or punished for doing something wrong by a parent or partner, but it feels like you are terrified of doing anything around your forever person at first. And there are cards here that are telling me that you have been hurt in the past. It seems like this could be the first safe and healthy partner you’ve had. This could just be the first partner you’ve ever had and now you're 20/25+ years old and you don’t know what you’re doing, which brings out this anxiety towards this relationship. But your partner here holds a lot of patience and comfort for you! They really love you. Honestly, this is really fucking close to unconditional love (which is rare). They hold no judgement towards how you operate now because of your past, absolutely not. And they want you to know that. It’s like they have told you this but you continuously don’t believe them, which does hurt them a little ngl. The Jupiter reference could be what this was for. They will take the small hurts you do but persistently and consistently show up until you believe in their love for you. And it’s not that you don’t know, but there is a voice in your head that makes you doubt often even if there isn’t proof of those thoughts. 

God, pile 1, they love you. They are such a steady energy. They are also very stable in the physical and spiritual realms. They are a very hard worker and would do anything to help your dreams become a reality. Your dreams are their dreams and vice versa. They really just want a peaceful home life with you honestly; they like the simple things. I think a good personality reference would be the husband to the pregnant wife in Kiki’s Delivery Service. 

They really want me to drive home the message of forgiving yourself, pile 1. Sure, your actions or thoughts do hurt them sometimes, but they don’t really want that to be the focus. They want you to be aware that they do but in a way to help you heal. They aren’t your past partner, they aren’t going to react like your parent, they aren’t playing you just because you haven’t had a partner. It’s heartbreaking that you would dare to even compare them to others. Maybe this person hides a lot of their hurt not to upset you and this is a hurdle that they have to work through. It’s only really coming out towards the end so that’s why I want to say that. 

I think this message was to let you know how the beginning part of your relationship will be like. They just want to make you aware of it, maybe so you can comfort the insecurities you have so the beginning won’t be as difficult.

|Pile 2

Tarot: Ten of Swords, Queen of Pentacles, Six of Swords, The Hierophant, Three of Pentacles, King of Cups, Three of Cups, The Sun, King of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles, The High Priestess, The Moon

Oracle: The Moon (again!), Wept Breath, The Chariot, Vulnerability, Divinity, Sacred

Before I pulled the cards, I heard six months to a year or eight weeks. I don’t like to do timing but that’s what I heard. So if that feels right to you, then take it. Or somewhere between a waning crescent and a waning gibbous moon.

Honestly, they are just happy to be here. I think they were ready to give up on love after so many failed attempts and heartbreak before you came along. And you honestly could’ve sworn off love too but you saw them and was like “I want that one.” This is the black cat, golden retriever pile. Raven and Beast Boy, Maleficent and Diaval, or Roger Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit. 

The vulnerability oracle strongly comes from your side. It does come from theirs but they admit that they were practically enchanted by you. “The idea of giving up on love was a stupid idea on their part, sorry your highness, that was my bad.” They just folded and they would happily fall under any love spell you send their way. They are obsessed with you, in the most healthy way possible. They are banging the table with their fist, credit card in hand. There’s an energy that you were in the same room with them and kept your eye on them because you were drawn to how “pathetic” they were. You couldn’t help yourself so you gave in. There’s also an energy of “of course, you’re the fated one to be with me.” You two end up talking and you could kinda bust their balls a little, tease and be a little sassy, but they keep up with you and “pass your little test.” 

I don’t think they were necessarily a player in the past but they had quite a few lovers and most of them played your person. They could have the vibe of one just from how cheeky and flirty they are but those thoughts are soon squashed with you seeing how pathetically devoted they are to you. They are just a lover at their core, they like to keep things light and fun, but they also know how to be serious and fix any issue that comes up in the relationship. They would truly do anything for you. This could come from an insecurity of not getting the love they needed from their past partners so they are overcompensating to keep you in love with them. :( 

Are these the older daughters/siblings that I usually get? There could be something here that they have a pretty put-together family and you’re the first partner that the family actually loves. You could honestly get the love and care that you missed out on with their family. 

God, I keep seeing your partner looking at you with the biggest heart eyes and they do this all the time, which could make you so flustered. This could be one of the things about them that honestly gets you to melt a little and lower some walls you have up. This feels like a love that you probably didn’t get to experience in your teen years but this will span on until you're old and wrinkly. They will carry the “honeymoon phase” through the rest of your lives. You know those videos that people make of their parents being in love and fooling around? That’s you two! 

There’s just an overall feeling of excitement coming from them. They could talk about you a lot to their friends and family, but not in a bragging way. They are just so happy with you and thinks you’re the most beautiful person they have ever seen. I heard “A wish I didn’t know I was wishing for.”

|Pile 3

Tarot: Two of Cups, King of Swords, The Hermit, The Fool, ? Dreamworld (reconnection), Six of Wands, Two of Wands, Four of Pentacles, Five of Cups, The Chariot (rest, feeling at home)

Oracle: Serenity, Sincerity, Respite, Surrender

If this resonates, this could be a lover you had that had passed away.

For others, this pile is for the ones who believe in lifetimes before the one you’re currently living. Energy is recycled after all. This is the more mystical pile. 

Your person here has a large energy and could come off as cold and intimidating. They have come to me wearing all black, leather boots, and darker hair. They have very muscular arms and a broad chest, very tall. They could be goth. This could’ve been them in the past life or that is how they show up in this lifetime. They have their head down as they stand beside me and there is an energy of wanting you to know they are here. Their soul does watch over you and guide you but they may stay quiet and don’t give you many signs or messages that they are around. But I suppose they came through today to say hi! 

They are very protective over you and they think you’re a ray of sunshine that graces their life. They aren’t one to show many emotions nor really speak them out, but you accept this and know that you are deeply loved. They know you doubt that they even exist or if they are coming or if they love you and so they are very hesitantly showing up through this reading to say that “I’m on my way” and “just sit tight.” They could have a deeper voice. They could give you reassurance if you ask for it, by the way! They want me to specify that so they don’t come across as heartless. I think you’re the only one that they truly love with their whole being and they do make it known, but if you need a little verbal reassurance, all you gotta do is ask. They are a cat person.

There is something here that you may have lived in timelines where they never got to exist in, like it has been a long while since you two have been together. I heard, “I waited for the right time.” There could’ve been timelines where your lives probably wouldn’t have worked together or it was going to end in tragedy “like the one I met you in.” So they had to wait. And they watched over you through each timeline. Everytime you didn’t get to live a happy lifetime or if your partner of any lifetime didn’t treat you right, it would make your person terribly upset and they couldn’t do anything about it. They are very upset while they show this to me, angry and frustrated. But this lifetime is the one where you two will finally be together. 

You could feel like you are meant to be someone, like a little void spot where your soul is…and you could be waiting out until you meet this person. You actually could’ve done this for the past three lifetimes (which you probably lived more happily than others). And this could’ve been a lifetime where you planned to do the same thing, but your person is coming in. You will be suspicious but you will probably be very enamoured by them. They are different than others and stand out to you. I think they like to rub your back because I just got the feeling of someone doing that to me. They let you be your bubbly and lively self and actually love that about you. They have complete trust in you. They may be on the more quiet/shy side but you two work together perfectly. You two can rest easy in this lifetime. 

Dividers: @inklore

[staryuee]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread … sigh

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a “cooling down period”, a time of détente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . as a psychology student ☝️🤓 i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ ) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)

you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of détente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.

there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasn’t a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.

that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual “i love you” every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.

while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes it’s sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.

you’re so close yet so far, it’s unbearable.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

master diluc has been rather restless lately.

constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didn’t know any better they’d think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.

adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because he’s out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. you’re always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?

diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then you’re guilty and he’ll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise he’ll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesn’t allow it to.

he’s more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. you’re worth more than pettiness, and he’ll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.

EULA — 优菈

you’re beyond delusion if you think this woman won’t turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.

you wish to avoid her for days on end? she’s already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person who’s fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.

never mind, no, she literally can’t. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isn’t that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?

she’d rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

she doesn’t apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?

she lets you apologise under the guise of “if you don’t, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foes”, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all she’s thinking about is how she’ll be able to shake off this uneasy tension that’s somehow been created between you two.

WANDERER — 流浪者

you can’t tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, you’d hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped you’d see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.

but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.

he couldn’t admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.

yet all he could do right now was wait.

wait until you hopefully came back, he couldn’t face you. if you abandoned him he’d deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of “they love me, they love me not” are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

never would he stoop so low as to apologise.

verbally. that is. if he’s aware that he’s in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) he’ll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesn’t want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.

if you’re not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if you’re not here, he’s just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

bile builds up in ayato’s throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, you’ll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soon…but time isn’t making that “soon” come any quicker and it’s killing him.

‘silence’ is only the act of not speaking, right? so he’s technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when you’ve gone to take a break — he’s also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes you’ll read them and maybe write one back.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, he’ll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart that’s left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.

that’ll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.

without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether it’s a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long he’s been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.

GOROU — 五郎

he’s glad you’ve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, he’d withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.

but he can’t help it! he’s utterly miserable! you didn’t even give him your complimentary “good morning, have fun at work, be safe” kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you haven’t pet him once, and while he’d normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dog…you’re a huge exception in that rule!

unfortunately, it’s not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because he’s feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, he’ll give it to you. he’s a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.

ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks he’ll do, he doesn’t care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesn’t exist within your relationship right? he’s more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.

if the argument was a little more serious however, he’ll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. he’ll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.

TARTAGLIA — 公子

nuh uh. you think you’re getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia can’t see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, you’re still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.

if you’re genuinely annoyed he can leave you alone…for maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesn’t care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, he’ll be more than happy and satisfied.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

him all day — call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.

whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love won’t ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. he’s yours, after all.

LYNEY — 林尼

he’s used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?

lyney doesn’t want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

lyney’s used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god he’s so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it weren’t for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he would’ve teared up.

he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldn’t hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

you left the conversation with an “i love you.” so he knows that you’ll come back to him.

however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words aren’t for show and truly mean something.

wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he won’t speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesn’t mean he won’t be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

depending on the argument, he’ll apologise first. if it’s rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, he’ll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise — the standard. he doesn’t want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know he’d like to talk to you.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banal…even the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldn’t bring a smile to his face — much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him up…

what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of you…and oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

regardless of who’s in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. he’s sorry for letting this go so far, he should’ve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.

honestly, if he could, he’d make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, you’re not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused you’d think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.

“darling, come here,” she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, “my dumb bunny,” arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. “do you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?”

arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. “i’d expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.” she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; it’s a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.

“explain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.”

no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.

©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost ♡ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪʜᴇᴀʀᴛɢᴀɴʏᴜ

[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 “𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔” 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓?

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta. Inumaki.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

You. He’d definitely want to say it first, but the words never came out of his mouth, he just shows it instead in his own obnoxious way. When you say it first, he pauses for a few seconds in surprise before his eyes glimmer in happiness and the biggest grin appears on his face. “I knew it! You love me too!” He’d give you a big, tight hug and kiss your face repeatedly. He’d keep repeating it like an annoying boyfriend, saying it exaggeratedly, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” He’s such a simp when it comes to you.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Him. He believes in saying it as much as he feel it. On a random day when you’re both spending time together somewhere peaceful and quiet, he’d admire you as usual and decide to let his feelings out for you. He reaches out his finger to caress your cheek with that soft smile of his before saying, “I love you. I’m so lucky to have you.” He doesn’t expect you to say it back, he just wants to say it out loud for you to know. He likes showing you off in subtle ways that you’re his lover.

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

You. He’s not interested in the concept of “love” and he thinks the word “love” is cheesy even though he loves you beyond measure. You’d have to say it first, but don’t expect him to reply, even though you’d be saying it multiple times. It’s just too much for his tastes. He’s not like those guys who would shower you with sweet words of love, he’s more likely to be a tease. It’s hard to know if he means it or if he’s mocking you with sarcasm, that’s just how he is. Instead, he’s not afraid of showing just how much he wants you in a more physical kind of way.

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

You. He may not be very vocal with his words, but when it comes to showing his love for you, he’ll do that a lot with his actions. He’ll try to help you out in every situation he can. He’ll check up on you often, be protective of you whenever he can, and even make sure you’re fed and healthy. His affection will make you feel appreciated and loved without him having to say anything in particular. It’s mostly you who’s going to have to say it first, but don’t worry, he’ll say it back. He’d said it because he meant it, he’s not the type to blurt anything out just to soothe your heart. He knows that you know it, too.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

Him. You are his love, the object of his affection and adoration. He doesn’t even realize when he says it since it just came out of his mouth so easily, his feelings for you are just so genuine and he’s not one to hold his words back. His love would be expressed both with words and actions, and he’d be very honest with you about everything. “I love you” could very well be one of the most important things he says to you as a sign of his affection towards you, he wants you to know that you’re deeply loved by him. And when he knows you love him the same way, he’s bound to never miss an opportunity to tell you “I love you” along with compliments or kiss you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

You. Saying such a cheesy line to his lover? He doesn’t say “I love you” easily. He’s not the type to openly give you words that show his affection towards you. He doesn’t think he could even able to express it in words. When you told him you love him, he’d just reply, “I know,” with a sly grin on his face. But you can still be sure he appreciates you like nothing else in the world, for that’s how much he cares about you. He’ll never admit it verbally though, he lets his actions speak louder than words. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll say it when you’re in deep sleep, his tongue rolling out the words easily from his heart.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

You. He has a hard time saying “I love you” first, you’d be the first to confess your love. But one thing is for sure, no matter how long it takes before he finally utters those words, he’ll never deny his love for you. He’s the type to take things slow and prefers to show his love with sweet action rather than just mere words. It’s hard to figure out when exactly he’d tell you that he loves you for the first time, you’d have to read the signs, “I bought this for you,” or “Let’s go out together,” or “I’m only here for you,” but no worries, if you ever ask him directly about his love to you, his answer would be a simple “Yes, I do.”

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

Him. It’s not a question of whether he will say “I love you” first, but “how many times he’ll say it.” He can’t be sure if you know how much he loves you, “My precious and beloved~ I love you more than anything.” He’d also keep saying it, much like a clingy boyfriend even if it’s the smallest thing you do, like “Your clothes look good on you, I love them and I love you,” and “You’re so beautiful, I love you,” and many more. He likes to hug or kiss you when he says it, he’s so sweet. He’s a man who truly adores you from the bottom of his heart and he thinks it’s normal to express it openly.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

Him. He would definitely want to say “I love you” first when he realizes his feelings for you, and he is more than ready to say it. He wants to be very clear with his love for you. He might hesitate to throw the L-word here and there even though he wants to because he’s worried that you might get tired of hearing it. But soon enough, “I love you” becomes a common phrase in Yuta and your conversations as he showers you with sweet words, his words won’t only be sweet but he’ll mean every single word of it, it’s his way to show you how much he appreciates and treasures you. He’s a man who appreciates love and romance, after all.

◈ — 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

Him. He won’t say it through text, but rather his hand gesture. He wants to look at you when he declares his love for you for the first time, and he’s so eager to do so. He’d point at himself, make multiple heart shapes— with his fingers, hands, arms— he’d use it all to make his points across, before pointing at you. When you mimic his gestures back, he’ll be so happy like a little child, squeezing you into a tight hug and kissing your cheek. He’d also spam your messages with many hearts and kisses emojis. He’s a chill guy, he won’t mind expressing his love for you openly, even when he’s trolling or making fun of you or himself in the process.

[victoryai]

SUN IN THE SOLAR RETURN CHART:

THIS YEAR MY LIFE IS REVOLVING Around....

Guess what?.. I just realized I never made a post on this 🤦. Ok let's go on:

Every other planet revolves around the sun and where your sun is placed in your solar return chart shows what themes are taking center place for the year. In an unfiltered way, I mean what will your life revolve around in that particular year.

SUN IN SR CHART 1st house

This year, your life revolves around

📦"you"

📦 Around refining your personality,

📦 Around your growth.

📦 Living your life to the fullest,

📦 shining,

📦making "you" your priority.

SUN IN SR CHART 2nd house

This year, your life probably revolves around

📦 Stability and finances.

📦Getting your sh*t together financially.

📦 Spending

📦 Saving

📦 Spoiling yourself.

📦Weight gain

📦Food😂

SUN IN SR CHART 3rd house

This year, your life probably revolves around

📦Short journeys,

📦 Learning or teaching,

📦Education, information related stuff, writing

📦Maybe siblings.

📦 Multitasking.

📦 School life

SUN IN SR CHART 4th house.

This year, your life probably revolves around

📦Emotional security and balance

📦 Home life and parents.

📦 Housing related activities such as moving, building a house.

📦 Family.

📦 Home retreat.

📦Alone time.

📦 Caring for your home

SUN IN SR CHART 5th house.

This year, your life probably revolves around

📦Entertainment and fun.

📦Seeking every possible way to be happy.

📦 Your child, as there's a high possibility you might be come a parent. If you already have one then this is your sign to focus on them.

📦 Educational activities (likely to be short term)

📦Being in the spotlight and always noticed by others.

©Victoryai

SUN IN SR CHART 6th house.

This year your life probably revolves around

📦Day to day activities.

📦Routine

📦Monotony

📦Stress

📦 Organization and comportment.

📦 Healthy living

📦 Conflict.

📦Health concerns

SUN IN SR CHART 7th house.

This year your life probably revolves around

📦 Relationships

📦 People

📦 Partnerships

📦Love

📦Compromise

📦 Spouse 🤷

📦Attractiveness

SUN IN SR CHART 8th house.

This year,your life probably revolves around

📦 Transformation

📦 Inheritance

📦 Valuables of others.

📦 What you share with another, property, money, joint accounts.

📦 Intense sh*t

📦Intimacy.

📦 Reaping what you did not sow

SUN IN SR CHART 9th house.

This year, your life probably revolves around

📦 Education

📦 College or university life.

📦Long Journeys

📦 Religion

📦Faith and Optimism

📦 Knowledge

📦Travel

📦 Mentors

SUN IN SR CHART 10th house

This year, your life probably revolves around

📦 Responsibilities

📦Career/job

📦 Work-life balance

📦 Promotion

📦 Authority

📦Fame and popularity

📦 Public attention.

SUN IN SR CHART 11th house

This year your life probably revolves around

📦 Networking

📦 Certain communities

📦Radical ideas 💡

📦 Innovative and Unique thinking

📦Friends/friend group.

📦 Internet

📦 Social media interactions.

📦Online presence.

SUN IN SR CHART 12th house

This year your life probably revolves around

📦 Isolation

📦Peace of mind

📦Dreams

📦Sleep

📦 Depression 💔

📦 Spirituality.

📦Other realms and forces

📦 Addiction

📦Confusion

📦 Letting go 🌬️

©victoryai

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

A couple of things that I love and appreciate about Sylus ♡

His genuine respect for MC and her capabilities. He knows she's a badass and a formidable fighter, and that she can handle herself. And he is proud of her strength and her independent spirit, even as he adores spoiling and caring for her. He treats her as both a Queen and as a Princess. But never as a damsel in distress.

How much MC's consent and autonomy matter to him. In his own way he is for sure possessive of her. However he is not a "You're mine" type of guy, but rather 1000% a "I want you to want to be mine" one. And also simultaneously a "I want to be yours" kind of man. Which is so hot of him.

He does get jealous, yet he never channels that jealousy at the other party, but instead focuses on himself and what he can do to up his game. He desires to be the only one in MC's eyes, yes, but he wants to be worthy of it. It's not something he feels inherently entitled to. He strives hard to be the best he can be for her.

His respect for and interest in different cultures and their customs, as best seen in Lost Oasis and Grassland Romance.

The fact that he is a polyglot, fluent in so many languages that he doesn't keep count. We love big brained men (he is also a programmer and a hacker ☺️).

His caretaking tendencies, which do extend beyond MC even if not to the same extent (ie the twins, the kid in No Way Out, the stray cats, the injured dove, the lost duck, the plants in his bedroom).

That he never raises his voice even in anger. Which for me, being someone that gets triggered by yelling and shouting, is such a comfort to know and brings me real inner peace. I am so happy that MC won't ever have to suffer an explosive or volatile man, but is with a controlled and emotionally stable one. The closest we ever do get to him raising his voice is his "Look out!" when MC is in danger during battle, and that doesn't come from a place of aggression, but from raw alarm. And I genuinely believe that that is as far as it will ever go.

The fact that he is an unbothered king. He sings out of tune, you say? Your problem, not his. He will do what he loves doing, regardless of what others think.

His willingness to indulge MC and her playful side. This hulking 6 foot something notorious crime lord and planet conqueror with a bounty of nine hundred ninety million on his head will happily join MC in any game she wishes to play, be it hide and seek or chasing or kitty cards, and he will do so unhesitatingly.

In a similar vein, how secure and healthy he is in his masculinity. He will gladly braid MCs hair and make her flower crowns, bake cupcakes and buy her pads and tampons, will let her dress him up in bows and bonnets and other traditionally feminine accesories. He is also unafraid to be soft and even vulnerable with her. (For this and other reasons he'd be an excellent girl dad).

The way he expresses his love not just by his poetic words but by truly listening to MC and by offering unwavering, unconditional support (his affinity 94 phonecall being a prime example). And not to mention in the mere way he looks at MC, and in the way he craves physical contact, how he loves entwining their fingers or carrying her any chance he gets. Other love languages of his are acts of service and of course quality time.

His "Ha 💸 Ha 💰 Ha 💎 [Inhale]" laugh. Scrumptious. The only rich guy laugh I adore.

His voice. Full stop.

His nose, especially the bump. Eighth wonder of the world.

His cupid's bow. Ninth wonder of the world.

[astrow1zar6]

Most to Least Favorite Moon Signs & Why

1. Pisces moons: ughhh I love me a good Pisces moon😩 you guys are so darn charming it’s ridiculous. I think this is my favorite because I’m a Pisces sun so we compliment eachother quite well. But these people are super considerate of others and their feeling. Whether it’s a boy or girl you guys are super in tuned with your emotions & they emotions of others around you which is why you guys are really good with your words and knowing how to make others feel comfortable around you. These people are also big hopeless romantics & if they have a crush on you just know you’ll be treated like a princess/ prince. They do not play when it comes to their partners fr. They can however be very distant people and you’ll not here from them for like weeks or months at a time (big escapists) but overall if they love you just know your getting well taken care of. Just big sweethearts.

2. Libra moons: another big sweetheart placement. These people are sooo good at making others feel special it’s impressive to me really. (My moons in Aries so the opposite effect Libra moons give intrigue me a lot). They are usually big people pleasers (sometimes to a fault) but they usually are amazing conversationalists and can make you feel like you are the most interesting person in the room and are usually super engaging. Has the ability to keep very peaceful healthy relationships with others ( which as a chaotic Aries moon is super impressive to me💀). They live and breathe romance which I think is super cute. And may I say these people are usually always SO PRETTY just so aesthetically pleasing to look at and are always well dressed. The only thing that can bother me about them is they can be a little overly flirtatious which can be an issue if you’re into them & can say a lot of little white lies to make others feel comfortable. But overall they try really hard to make sure the people around them feel loved which I appreciate a lot. Genuinely nice people.

3. Sagittarius moons: just a big ball of sunshine. It’s pretty rare to see these people in a grumpy or shitty mood. They try really hard to spread “ good vibes” to others and try not to let their emotional drama get in the way of them or others having a good time. These are the best people to go to bars/ parties with. They are big goofballs that love to laugh and make others laugh as well. Can have a very loud laugh as well. Their laughs can be really funny too, you ever met someone whose laugh is usually funnier than the joke being said??? Yeah they’re those people🤣 the only thing I don’t like about this moon sign is that they can be a little too obsessed with positive vibes that they can kinda dismiss other’s emotions which can come off as a little insensitive sometimes.. they can treat others a little weird if they aren’t positive and happy all the time. They can also find it awkward to show negative emotions themselves which is why it can be hard for people to take them seriously at times. It’s okay to be down every once in an awhile you can’t always be upbeat 24/7.

4. Aquarius moons: these people are such weirdos I absolutely love it lol. They have such a unique way of expressing themselves whether that be their music taste, clothing, hairstyles, mindset ect. These people are the definition of authentic. I meet a lot of trendsetters that have this moon placement as well they are super creative and original which can cause a lot of people to copy their style a lot. They are usually super open minded and are really accepting of people from all different walks of life which I find so beautiful. It’s very rare you see them discriminate against anyone (mainly because they know how it feels to be outcasted by others). They are usually friends with other really authentic people whether it be artists, alternative people, rejects, outcasts ect. They can however be very weird when it comes to expressing emotions or others expressing emotions. They can almost be a little mean when people get too emotional around them I notice. Similar to Sag moons they can come off as a little insensitive to others that just need a shoulder to cry on. I think this comes from their need to logically solve emotions ( cuz this is an air moon after all) they can be more worried about solving/ finding solutions to your problems then just allowing you to vent which can rub others the wrong way at times. Overall though very cool quirky people who are way ahead of their time.

5. Cancer moons: are usually super sweet and genuine souls. Every cancer moon I met gives a sorta caretaker vibe to them that i absolutely adore. They’re just people that you want to naturally protect at all costs. Are usually veryyy nice to others as well almost to a scary degree. I notice however I tend to butt heads with this moon sign over the long run. These people can be very self defensive and can take things to heart wayyy to easily ( i think because of my Aries moon I can come off as harsher when I mess around and most I met DO NOT like that) it can be very hard to joke around with these people because of their sensitive personalities they can turn something that was meant to be light hearted into a big lecture of how that was insensitive and unacceptable. They definitely give off mom vibes. They also tend to lack ambition at times I notice and can prefer to be taken care of instead of striving to be better (they prefer comfort over trying new things at times which can be a little stressful if you are a more spontaneous type of person. But I notice this is also a big beauty aspect as well and people with this placement are usually so beautiful to look at (ESPECIALLY THE WOMEN OMG). Normally big homebodies and are really into at home activities such as cooking, watching Netflix, playing board games ect. They can however be super moody if u catch them on a wrong day😭 they will really crash out on you over very minor things sometimes. But overall they are very good natured and are very emotionally intelligent.. it’s honestly crazy how emotionally intelligent these people are they are made to be therapists forreal. They just always have the right words/actions when you are feeling down or upset which is very commendable imo. They know how to make others feel safe expressing themselves with no judgement ♥️

6. Gemini moons: these people are such comedians lol. Usually this moon sign is one of the popular girls/ guys in hs/ middle school. They give big class clown energy and can make anyone laugh. They have a very childlike sense of humor. It can be however difficult to take these people seriously because they can come off as a bit childish with the ways they express themselves but they usually don’t mean any harm by this. One of the best conversations I ever had was with these people. They can change any awkward conversation into something interesting and I thank god for them for this😩. I always however found it very difficult to get close to these people due to the lack of seriousness they have and their very flighty natures. I notice they talk to everyone but it’s very rare they get actually close close to people??? Like they’ll have so many friends that honestly barely know anything about them. They kinda bread crumb their personality at times. Also they can change their personality wayyyy to much for my liking, their opinions, likes and dislikes are so easily changeable based on who they are around which is why it’s hard to really pin these people down. This quality can give a bit of a “two faced quality” to their nature. They can be very all over the place.

7. Taurus moon: I know this might be a shocker cuz I feel like most people really like this moon sign and don’t get me wrong I do like this moon sign but they have this bossiness about them that can be just too much at times for me. I haven’t met a lot of people with this moon sign but the ones I have met have this controlling nature to them that can be a little unsettling at times. I always felt super judged when im around someone with this moon sign I have no idea why. These people are very big “my way or they highway types”. And in general I do find them to be a little boring at times. The ones I met literally only talk about work 24/7 lol their conversations are usually super predictable which can come off as a little dull. However on a more positive note these people are soooo attractive. Like they really know how to sweet talk their way into anyones good side. This is why a lot of big bosses usually have a Taurus moon. They are also amazing a making money their natural boss energy usually attracts so much wealth into their life which is super enviable!! Their romantic relationships as well are usually super stable and loving as well (thanks to the help of Venus). Their love languages usually involve gift giving and physical affection. These people are the BEST cuddles by far. Growing up you could’ve been known for your hugs and cuddles 🥺 they are also super dependable if they love you you won’t have to ever worry about if they’ll come thru for you or not THEY WILL. These people are not flighty in the slightest and will really ride for you. This is why they tend to have such stable healthy relationships in their lives.

8. Capricorn moons: ahhh cap moons, I tend to have a very strong love hate relationship with this moon sign usually. Imma start with the positives by saying that these people really RIDE for you when they love you. These are the types to make sure you get to where you need to be whether that be to work, or an important meeting or appointment or event. They will make sure you are well fed and have clothes on your back. Materially & practically these people will have you COVERED which is very commendable. However emotionally is where they tend to fall short. They can have a very insensitive nature about them that usually always rubs me the wrong way. I notice they can be very judgmental to those who aren’t as efficient as them and can make others feel pretty bad about things they can’t control. Most cap moons had to grow up very fast at a very young age so a lot know how to do things that most people don’t really learn until much older. But because of this they can almost make you feel a little bad if you don’t know how to do those things from what I’ve experienced. I also always felt like I couldn’t completely open myself up emotionally to these people without feeling like my emotions are almost dismissed in a way. They can be VERY dismissive emotionally (usually because they experienced this so much growning up) could believe in a more tough love kinda outlook. Overall tho these are the type of people that will give the clothes off their back to make sure that you are good and I love that about them.

9. Virgo moons: ugh these people are always giving unsolicited advice that no one asked for lol. Most earth moons tend to have a very judgey nature about them but I feel like Virgo moons definitely take the cake for the most judgmental outta all the moon signs. Ik that most of their advice is there to help but it can come off as super mean when it’s excessive. Ive experienced these people trying to correct your behavior on EVERYTHING to an almost irritating degree. They have a strong belief on what’s acceptable and unacceptable and they tend to project these beliefs on others to a fault. They can be overly nit picky with others (which is usually a projection because they are truly more hard on themselves than others tbh) but it’s okay to just let people be without correction so you don’t cause anyone any insecurity. On a more positive note however they are very helpful to the ones they love and their love language usually involves acts of service. They will go grocery shopping for you if you can’t or help clean around the house when you are feeling depressed or down or help wash your hair if you can’t find motivation to do it yourself. These people really do have hearts of gold they just need to beware of their delivery when trying to “help” others a little too much.

10. Aries moon: certified crashouts of the moon signs. These people can be so emotionally immature it’s ridiculous (ik cuz this is my moon sign and lord knows we are not easy to deal with🤣). Aries moons can be very big babies when they react getting their way emotionally. Their impulsive natures can burn a lot of bridges that really didn’t need to be burned. When they aren’t getting their way they can be super mean to those around them which can cause a lot of people to keep their distance from them a lot to avoid these crash outs. On a brighter side when they are in a good mood everyone is brought along for the ride. They can be super generous and absolutely HILARIOUS when in a good mood. This is honestly one of the funnest placements to be around because they are such dare devils and are always down for whatever whenever. But you never know when their moods are gonna switch on you which can be very scary at times…

11. Leo moons: speaking of babies… these folks definitely take the cake for the spoiled brats of the moon signs. Similar to Aries moon when they don’t get their way they have a very dramatic extravagant way of expressing their dislike toward whatever you did to them. These people can have very BIG egos that can be extremely fragile. So when their ego is challenged in any way they can definitely give you hell for it whether it be throwing things, loud temper tantrums ect. They have a hard time expressing themselves in a calm manner when their emotions get in the way which can stir up a lot of drama in their relationships. Their childlike way of dealing with emotions can be a HANDFUL. However these people genuinely do have really big hearts and they don’t mean to come off as dramatic as they do they just experience emotions very intensely. And just like Aries their emotions can turn on & off very fast. They usually aren’t the types to hold a grudge so just let them be dramatic first and then try to have a logical conversation with them. But logic is not really their first language.. most of their emotions are very heart centered & personal making it harder for them to control at times which can be stressful to deal with if you are the other party. (Fire moons however I notice deal with it the best).

12. Scorpio moons: last but not least the secretive ms Scorpio moon.. I put these people as my least favorite moon sign because of how secretive they are with their emotions. I notice a lot tend to shy away from vulnerability altogether (usually due to trauma) but it makes it super hard to understand where these people are coming from most of the time. These people are some of the most confusing individuals to figure out emotionally which can drive their loved ones crazy trying to get out breadcrumbs out these people. Their inability to open up can make others believe everything is okay with them until they start plotting on you cuz deep down you did hurt their feelings they just don’t want to tell you, so I notice a lot tend to play a lot of manipulation mind games to get back at those that hurt them (even if the other party had no idea they hurt them or not because of their lack of opening up). These people hold onto intense emotions that they don’t tell you about which can be SCARY… cuz you never know if they have it out for you or not cuz they will usually have this very calm and collected facade until the Scorpio stinger comes out and stings you out of nowhere. This leaves a lot of people in your life to be very confused by this. I notice with Scorpio moons there’s always this lack of communication or they don’t feel the need to tell you what you did wrong so you can properly fix the issue. This can cause you to burn a lot of bridges that could’ve been great in your life:( on the other hand when they do eventually trust you they can be some of the most loyalist people in your corner and can show you such a sweet side that most haven’t seen (if they show you this side YOU ARE IN! because it is super rare to get this side out of them). Deep down they are really sensitive sweet souls it just takes the hands of god to get to that point.

Hey guys I notice on my posts a lot of people have been upset with a lot of my work saying how it’s not “accurate” for them & I want to make it clear to everyone that not all my observations will resonate with everyone! I am not a licensed astrologist by any means I started this blog more for fun because I love astrology & have many opinions on the topic. I just so happened to gain a huge following on this very randomly from some of my posts so when I make a not so positive observation on a placement plz don’t take it to heart this is MY experience and I do this for fun during my free time. If anything I say bothers you feel free to unfollow instead of leaving nasty comments & any polite comments correcting my work I will take into account because I do value growth on my page🫶🏽🫶🏽 but thank you to everyone who still values my work and says positive things I love you guys & thank you for making this blog fun🩵

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hey angels! 👼🏼 this will be a general pick a card reading on what people find enchanting about your appearance/how people view your appearance (physically & generally- usually these things naturally overlap). It's of course, not healthy to fixate on these things, however I think it can be uplifting to hear the nice things people might've thought of us. It's natural to be a bit curious! Pick the image you're most drawn to, proceed to your reading & take what resonates! If you're interested in a personal reading from me, check out my Etsy Store :) // https://www.etsy.com/shop/LavenderAngelTarot

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#1 - the Moon, Page of Swords & Knight of Wands 🌙

With the Moon card coming out first, I see people being heavily captivated by a sense of mystery surrounding you- you come across as introverted or at least, initially reserved. In your presence people are not so sure what you are thinking, but your demeanour remains peaceful and possibly very feminine. Dreamy & vaguely moody too, but with the Moon card it's like everything is a little concealed. I think for some of you, people can sense you're going through something heavy right now too since the Moon relates to psychological turmoil in some cases, but you hold yourself very gracefully. Physically I feel like you have very immediately pleasant features, people might find there's this 'beautiful darkness' to you- maybe some of you dress in a sort of gothic inspired aesthetic, or perhaps it's this mysterious/contemplative look in your eye.

With the Page of Swords (especially combined with the Moon) people immediately see you as intelligent. Very sharp minded and skilled at communicating (even if you're not a big talker, your speech or vocabulary is clear). Since in this reading we're focusing on appearance, despite the softness illustrated with the Moon card, you may also have some features that are slightly sharper. Like for example, having a very soft, rounded face but a sharp/edgy haircut, or piercings. Pages are also associated with youth, so people may see you as youthful in your appearance. A lot of you who picked this pile are very young too I'm getting- not sure if it's the reading, or just me talking but I have this urge to remind you guys to be safe online!

Finally, the Knight of wands to me shows that people see you as healthy, athletic or just generally physically capable & attractive! You may look strong or agile- I'm getting some of you are dancers (or you look like you would dance, especially ballet!). Despite your calm, intellectual energy, you come across like you live a very active and adventurous lifestyle in some way. I also see that while you might not lead with it when you meet people (initially people noticing that mysterious, intellectual, perhaps shy aspect of you)- you have a very spontaneous and passionate nature that people reallyy love :)

2# - 3 of Pentacles, The Star, 9 of Wands 🌿

Immediately, this group is really emanating 'it girl' energy to me.

With the 3 of Pentacles, I see people being quite in awe of you and viewing you as a very hardworking, competent person. You inspire others in some way, people feel they have something to learn from you. Since the 3 of Pentacles is traditionally related to collaboration & learning, you could be someone who's always around other people, or maybe are a positive representation of your school/work out in public (like for example, often being out and about in your uniform, or being seen as part of a collective like a band or a certain friend group). Appearance wise, to me the 3 of Pentacles feels as though there is something artistic & skillful about your appearance- maybe you're really skilled at makeup, or your clothing is very beautiful and well coordinated.

The Star card speaks for itself! You stand out appearance-wise and garner attention whether you realise it or not! The Star card to me, especially combined with the 3 of Pentacles tells me that you inspire people a lot with your appearance alone but also in other ways. People feel there is something aspirational and 'untouchable' about you- it's sort of Gossip Girl 'Serena Van Der Woodsen' adjacent lol. Again, it could be that there's something about the way you dress that's very skillful and others are in awe of, it could also be that you're very popular or seem as though you would be from the way you carry yourself. A lot of you are very talented or just 'different' in some way and people notice that. (I wish I could specify a bit more but since it's a general reading it could be a variety of reasons people view you this way, follow your gut) :)

The 9 of Wands to me shows that you come across brave and ready for anything, very resilient. Maybe slightly wary or mistrusting too. It also shows that people can tell you're tired/exhausted- not necessarily in a bad way but it's like people can sense in the way you carry yourself that you're trying to keep strong despite struggles you are facing. Maybe you're not getting as much sleep as you need, or just work super hard. For some of you, it's as though people can sense in your expressions/posture/etc that despite being this abundant, inspiring person; you're not totally happy right now and there's something or many things getting to you. I see for some, what's going on is that you have a lot of expectations on you to be this 'perfect', skilled, hardworking, 'golden girl/boy' aspirational person and it is wearing you out deep down. I definitely do see things getting smoother for you with time 🤍

#3 - King of Cups, The Chariot, The Hierophant 🌊

The King of Cups as the first card tells me that you appear to people as somebody who is very in touch with their feelings & emotionally authentic. I don't see an obnoxious person who is always bawling their eyes out (lol), but I see someone who is very warm, welcoming and jovial. When you laugh, you laugh for real. When you smile, it is genuine and sweet. You may not always feel relaxed, but overall you do come across as a very relaxed and mature person and it's really attractive to people. The way you move could be very flow-y and sensual, you might prefer to wear flowing fabrics/styles rather than stiff or sharp ones. Whatever your age or gender is, I see you also come across very parental in the sense that people immediately feel they can trust you, like you're the person a little kid would want to come up to for help if they were lost 🥹

The Chariot tells me that something about the way you appear has a very positive and change-agent energy about it. It could be that you dress very bohemian, or wear very bright colours, or perhaps you do something different with your hair that really subverts expectations and inspires positivity in others. It's as though you stand for something- a certain cause or mentality that shines through in your demeanour. You come across very confident in your style, who you are and what you stand for- you're not afraid to look unique or be 'over the top' and that really makes people happy to see whether you notice it or not! As though you're the one person who wears a beautiful colourful dress/shirt in a sea of people wearing black and grey + looking 'done' with life. Again I'm seeing that the way you move stands out as attractive! While many walk kinda sluggish & dispassionately, you have a bit of a spring in your step, or appear very in command and in tune with your body.

Finally, The Hierophant tells me that you appear spiritual, religious or just having a very strong moral conviction in some way to others. For some of you it could be your facial expressions & the way you react to your environment that leads people to think this. For others, it's more overt things like perhaps adorning yourself in religious or spiritual symbols. The Hierophant also speaks of traditionalism, so you could be someone who prefers slightly more traditional dress styles and values in a way- for a lot I'm seeing dressing in vintage fashion :)

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