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aleksatia · 3 months ago

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What would the LaDS do if MC just had enough of the whole secret keeping/manipulation/stalking/controlling behavior and ran away? Like she made sure all of the ways they're keeping tabs on her don't work anymore, secretly leaves to live elsewhere, and never comes back? Like she's GONE gone and can't be found.

Thanks so much for the question and the idea — it made me spiral beautifully into angst territory. 🖤 At first glance, this is how I imagine things would unfold in my headcanon.

Every LaDS reacts differently, and honestly… some of them never really recover. I poured my heart into each of their perspectives, so if you see it another way, I’d love to hear your take. Always open to different interpretations — especially when it comes to pain like this. 😌✨

UPD: Requested continuation is here:

Sylus | Rafayel | Caleb | Zayne (coming soon) | Xavier (coming soon)

🦅 Sylus

(He doesn’t lose things. He takes, he keeps. But this—this is loss. A slow-rotting, world-tilting, soul-gnawing kind of loss.)

The Moment It Hits

It’s a shift in the air. An emptiness where something vital used to be. His breath catches, fingers tightening around the crystal glass of whiskey.

He calls you. Nothing.

He tracks you. Nothing.

He tears the city apart—contacts, satellites, underground networks. Nothing.

Then it hits. You’re not hiding. You’re beyond reach.

Does He Blame Himself?

At first, no. You’re just being difficult. Testing limits. He trained you too well in the game of power.

Then the days stretch. The silence rots in his gut.

Maybe he pushed too far. Held too tight. Loved too hard.

But if he had been softer, would you still be here? No. You were always going to run. He just never thought you’d win.

First Day

He sits in his study, staring at the last glass you touched. His fingers hover over the rim, but he doesn’t pick it up.

The Nest is in chaos, men scrambling for orders, but he says nothing. Just listens to the empty resonance where you used to be.

He doesn’t sleep. He barely moves. And when dawn breaks, he realizes—you’re still gone.

First Week

The silence is unbearable.

He smashes a mirror. Then a chair. Then an entire fucking room. But the noise doesn’t bring you back.

Music. That’s the answer. The organ swells under his fingers, but the sound doesn’t fill the void. It just makes it worse. The walls of his mansion tremble with the weight of his grief, but no one dares to stop him.

The first time he says Kitten, it’s barely a whisper. The second time, it’s a growl. The third—it’s a plea.

First Month

He kills a man just for saying your name. He kills another for looking at him wrong.

The city learns to be silent.

The organ plays every night, each melody heavier, darker—until one evening, he simply stops. Because music is agony now.

He thinks he hears you sometimes. A shift of fabric. A sharp inhale. But he turns, and there’s only the crushing weight of absence.

Five Years

People say he’s gone mad. That he talks to ghosts. That he’s lost his edge.

They don’t understand. He hasn’t lost it. He just has nothing left to prove.

He still feels you. Somewhere distant. Beyond his reach but never truly gone.

New Relationships? Don’t be ridiculous. He fucks, maybe. But no one’s ever allowed to touch his soul again.

He doesn’t chase anymore. Because one day, the universe will break in just the right way, and you’ll be within reach again.

And when that day comes—you’re not running anymore.

🌊 Rafayel

(He always smiled through pain. Painted beauty over grief. But when you disappeared, not even art could hide the collapse.)

The Moment It Hits

He waits three days before admitting to himself that you're really gone. Not late. Not upset. Gone.

Your studio key still sits on the shelf. The mug you always used — untouched. He tries calling. Messaging. Pretends he's not panicking.

Then he checks every port, every passage, every gallery, every alleyway where your soul might've left a trace.

You’ve vanished. And he knows—you didn’t want to be found.

Does He Blame Himself?

Every minute.

He retraces every word, every joke, every lingering glance he didn’t take seriously enough.

Maybe he should’ve said it clearer. Or sooner. Or not at all.

Maybe if he hadn’t tried so hard to keep it light, you would’ve known how deep he really felt.

First Day

He draws you. Over and over. Not from memory — from guilt.

He tries to remember how your mouth looked when you smiled through frustration. How your eyes dimmed when you thought he wasn’t watching.

He doesn’t eat. Doesn’t sleep. Paints until his fingers bleed.

First Week

He keeps thinking he hears your voice in the wind. That you're just out of frame.

Sits by the harbor, waiting for a boat that never comes.

Finishes a canvas. Stares at it for an hour. Then sets it on fire.

Tells himself he’s fine. He lies beautifully.

First Month

People ask where you are. He says you're traveling. Or healing. Or chasing a dream.

But the gallery knows — there’s a new collection in the works. All unnamed. All in shades of drowning.

The walls of his home are covered in your outlines. He keeps the lights low. Pretends it’s intimacy, not absence.

The world starts to lose its color. For a man who once saw millions of shades, everything dulls. Muted. Grey.

He stops using yellow entirely.

First Year

He vanishes beneath the sea. A whole year. Gone.

They say he swam through old ruins, sang to coral reefs that didn’t sing back.

He gathers shells—perfect, fragile—and crushes them into powder, making pigments no one's ever seen.

But they all come out grey.

When he finally resurfaces, his skin is colder. His voice is softer. His art—wordless grief on stretched canvas.

When asked what inspired them, he says: “Nothing. She’s not mine anymore.”

And when no one’s looking, he traces your initials into wet paint. Every time.

Five Years

He exhibits a piece called "When Silence Learned to Scream." It sells for millions. He doesn’t show up to the opening.

He no longer draws faces. Only fragments—lips that look like yours, fingers that used to hold his brush.

He’s touched people. Kissed some. Loved none.

He still sets a second cup of coffee. Still leaves the balcony door unlocked. Just in case.

The color never comes back. He just learns to fake it.

He doesn’t wait. He just… exists beside the ghost of you.

✈️ Caleb

(You were the only thing that made him feel human. Now, he’s just another machine built for war—functional, efficient, and dead inside.)

The Moment It Hits

He notices the silence first.

Your messages stop. Your routine shifts. Something’s off, but he tells himself you just need space. You’ve always needed space.

He checks on you through the usual systems—his eyes, the satellites, the passive trackers he swore weren’t invasive, just precautionary.

Nothing. Not disabled. Not broken. Gone.

His knees hit the floor before he can stop them. His hand wraps around the metal tag you gave him—the one he swore never to take off. It digs into his palm so hard it leaves a mark.

Does He Blame Himself?

He doesn’t even need to ask. Of course, it’s his fault.

Maybe if he had held you a little looser, if he had let you breathe, if he hadn’t always been watching, waiting, bracing for the day you’d run.

Maybe if he had been less Caleb and more someone you could love without suffocating.

But it’s too late now.

First Day

His body stops feeling like his own. Like his mechanical arm, the rest of him loses sensation.

He moves, eats, speaks, salutes—out of habit, not need.

But sometimes, when no one is watching, the pain surfaces.

And when it does, it swallows him whole.

First Week

He takes every mission no one else wants. The more dangerous, the better.

Tells himself he’s just doing his job, but deep down, he’s testing fate. Daring it to take him.

It never does.

He always comes back. And he hates it.

First Month

He stops cooking. No more spices, no more warmth, no more shared meals.

Only bland, military rations. Fuel, not food.

He doesn’t touch your photo albums, but he doesn’t throw them away either.

Let them rot with him.

First Year

He hasn’t eaten apples since the day you left.

Too sweet. Too alive. Too much like you.

The dog tag you gave him is still around his neck. A brand. A wound. A curse.

He tries. Once. With a woman from the med bay. She was kind. Gentle.

But when she reached for his hand—his jaw locked, his throat closed, his stomach churned.

He excused himself. Never tried again.

Five Years

His name is legendary. His rank? Higher than anyone imagined.

The man who never dies. The ghost pilot. The one who walks away from wreckage without a scratch.

He used to hate attention, but now? Now his inaccessibility makes women chase him more. He lets them. But never sees their faces. Never lets them touch his scars. Never lets them hold him the way you used to.

Because pain is all he has left of you. And he’s not ready to let it go.

🧊 Zayne

(Some men burn in their grief. Some men drown in it. Zayne? He freezes. The world still turns, the city still moves, and he walks through it like a ghost wearing a doctor’s coat. Precise. Detached. Functioning. But never living.)

The Moment It Hits

He finds out through absence, not presence.

You were always predictable in small ways. The way you fidgeted when nervous. The way you always texted before vanishing for a few hours. The way you left traces of yourself in his space, even when you didn’t mean to.

But one day, all of it stops.

Your number disconnects. Your bank account closes. The security cameras catch nothing. Too clean. Too final.

You didn’t just leave. You erased yourself.

Does He Blame Himself?

No. Not at first.

Because blaming himself would mean accepting that he miscalculated, and he does not make mistakes.

He spends months analyzing. Running simulations. Mapping out every logical reason why you left.

None of them make sense.

Then, one night, while sitting alone in his office, he makes the mistake of asking himself the one question he’s been avoiding—

What if it wasn’t logic? What if it was just pain?

That’s the first time he doesn’t sleep.

First Day

The hospital is quiet. Too quiet.

He operates. He consults. He performs at peak efficiency because the alternative is stopping, and stopping means thinking.

At the end of the day, he unlocks his apartment and stares at the empty space where your things used to be.

He stands there.

Just stands there.

First Week

His routine doesn’t break. Not once.

5 AM runs. 12-hour shifts. Research until 2 AM.

No deviations. Because deviations lead to cracks.

The first time someone mentions your name, his scalpel slips.

It never happens again.

First Month

He starts closing doors he once left open.

Stops looking at his phone. Stops checking messages.

Your coffee order is deleted from his usual café’s system.

He doesn’t erase you. That would be emotional.

He simply moves forward.

First Year

He doesn’t say your name anymore.

When people ask, he says you’re gone. No details. No elaboration.

But his residents whisper.

How their attending stopped smiling. How he works more than sleeps. How his precision became ruthless.

They never mention the fact that he never, ever, takes cases where patients have your eye color.

Five Years

The rumors are true. He has a daughter.

No one knows the mother. No one dares ask.

He never talks about it, never brings her to the hospital, but he leaves every shift at exactly the same time—always back before she falls asleep.

He teaches her to count constellations on the ceiling. Reads her anatomy books like fairy tales.

She has your eyes. People notice. Whisper. But no one asks.

And when she laughs—it’s a sound that shatters something in him.

When she asks, “Was Mommy like me?” He pauses. Looks at her. Then, softly: "She was... the part of you I’ll never be able to explain."

He never married. Never will.

And sometimes, when the room is too quiet, and she’s asleep in his arms—he looks at her face and wonders if loving someone this much was ever ethical.

🌌 Xavier

(He doesn’t fall apart. He folds in. Quietly. Gracefully. Like a dying star still casting light no one realizes is already gone.)

The Moment It Hits

It starts with your resignation.

No dramatic exit. No farewell. Just one line in the system: “Resigned. No forwarding information.”

You, who lived for the Hunt, for duty. You, who said this was everything.

He tries to message. Silence.

Asks around. Friends. Colleagues. Command. They say you just… vanished.

Then one day, he walks past your old apartment—someone else lives there.

Your scent, your presence, your trace in the universe—gone.

Does He Blame Himself?

He tries not to.

Tells himself you were always drifting, always meant to disappear.

But the silence between you, the things he never said— “Stay. I need you.” “I was never calm, I just didn’t know how to show it.”

They echo in his mind louder than any explosion.

He doesn’t hate himself. But he never forgives.

First Day

He stays on duty longer than needed.

Doesn’t take off his coat. Doesn’t go home.

Doesn’t even speak, unless the mission demands it.

At night, he stares at the ceiling and wonders if you’re staring at the same stars.

First Week

He starts bounty hunting again. Harder. Deeper into uncharted zones.

He sleeps more—but worse. Dreams flicker like static.

When he returns, they say he’s become faster. Colder. Lethal.

No one dares ask why.

First Month

He stops wearing light colors.

White fades into grey. Grey fades into black.

He says nothing about the change.

But those who know him realize: he’s mourning.

And it’s a mourning that will never end.

First Year

Women try. Of course they do.

He’s distant. Beautiful. Untouchable.

He lets a few in—physically. But only when the emptiness claws too loudly.

He never sees their faces. Never lets them stay the night.

One once whispered, “I could love you, if you let me.” He didn’t respond. Just walked away.

Because you never had to ask. You already did.

Five Years

He’s still hunting. Still tracking the lost, the dangerous, the damned.

He walks through warzones like a shadow of starlight.

No one has seen him in white in years.

They call him a myth. A legend. A ghost.

But he’s just a man who would trade eternity for one more day with you.

Just one day.

Just once—to see your face again.

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leonystic · 6 months ago

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Leona out there smelling out ovulations(afab reader)...and being very needy is just something I can't get out of my mind...

when he's needy, he's needy. it's not something that usually happens with every woman he meets— it's something exclusive to you. your smell is divine, moving straight to his head; it's how he knows you're nearby, unique only to him. the other beastmen smell you regularly, but during that particular week of the month... you smell like your most preferred flavour. sweet, spicy, tangy, sour, bitter— no matter the flavour, he knows what's going on.

and so he waits, for his queen's show of hand, his divine, patiently, like a hunter. their consent is key to this week— it can make or break their future, as they may never feel safe with him. but oh, the dreams that almost seem like nightmares that strike him every night— he just wants to fold you or half and fuck you till the daylight. or you could fuck him till the daylight and beyond that too, he's not opposed to that.

*queen is used in a completely gn way, like vil! you can be any gender you like :) i hope you liked it! i couldn't really capture the needy needy in the word limit i'd set for this account (only ficlets) so maybe i'll post a full fic on my main lmao :) thanks for the request!!

#twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar smut #leona kingscholar x reader #leona twst #leona x reader #twisted wonderland

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stilljuststardust · 14 days ago

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What you want to be will cost you what you are

To shift is to expand beyond this version of yourself.

If you are reading this, you probably refer to yourself as a struggling shifter. Maybe not out loud, maybe not in the presence of others, but in the comfort of your own mind you repeat the same story over and over. It is a defining characteristic of how you interact with the world. It colors how you see others, how you respond to advice, how you act.

You have this constant nagging at the back of your mind that you are missing something, that something is wrong and absent and you have to find it. You think it's information, a secret or a key, but you're craving fulfillment. You KNOW deep down what you are supposed to have and who you are supposed to be, and being without it feels like trying to read a book without words. There's nothing there but you know there is supposed to be.

You are looking in the wrong places. You are not going to find what you want in other people because what you want is within yourself. The constant searching and repetition of "I'm not doing enough, I need to do more" is stopping you from seeing the bigger picture.

If you want to read the new story you have to leave this one behind. If you want to enter a state of consciousness in which you are a master shifter you have to stop clinging to this limited identity you find yourself in now.

Do not allow yourself to be consumed with the idea that something outside of you is missing. Do not allow yourself to think that you need to gain something in order to shift. Do not allow yourself to think that you are incomplete in any way.

Stop thinking that there is something that you don't know, that there is some piece of information that you do not have, and if you could just find it you would be complete and everything would fall into place. No. Everything you need is within you. You are everything you need.

You are in this constant cycle of searching and searching under the Assumption of failure. You navigate every part of your life already deciding that it is not going to work. "Nothing works but I'll try this anyway" is NOT challenging your assumption it is reinforcing it.

STOP martyring yourself. You are not Sisyphus. You are NOT chipping away at your manifestation until your hands bloody. The heart of manifestation is to in some way allow yourself to be as you would if it was already yours. There is no searching in fulfillment.

You are not allowing yourself to even consider anything outside of your current experience. You defend your "limitations" as immovable and unchanging with more passion than you have ever defended yourself or your desires. What is it doing for you? What has it given you to warrant such unwaivering loyalty and why don't you believe you deserve the same?

Shifting requires you to expand your consciousness beyond this version of yourself. You can no longer view your desired reality as something outside of you, you cannot view your own fucking life as distant and unreachable, and you most certainly cannot worship at the alter of lack.

The idea of longing is a romantic one, it's fun to wallow in yearning and tell ourselves that it is somehow tragic we are here and not there, but it is a lie. Your Drself is not separate from you. You do not have to become them you just have to be them. It is within you. It is within you. It is within you. Your DR is not far away it is your life.

It is not outside of you and it never has been. You cannot miss a place you've never left. It has NEVER at any point been separate from you.

Stop creating separation where there is none. There is nothing between you and it.

Expanding past this life is unfamiliar but rewarding, make the change. The unknown is scary but staying here is scarier, make the change. A familiar pain will always be more comforting than an unfamiliar triumph, be uncomfortable, make the change.

You are not anything or anyone inherently you are only what you define yourself as.

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samasmith23 · 2 years ago

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Lol! Kamala's ALWAYS been one of the most severely underrated low-key fashion icons in Marvel Comics history!

Kamala lowkey being a fashion icon. And without changing her usual style.

#ms marvel #kamala khan #ms marvel kamala khan #ms marvel: the new mutant #ms marvel (2014)#ms marvel (2015)#magnificent ms marvel #ms marvel: beyond the limit #champions #low-key fashion icon #marvel comics

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stellarsecrets86 · 6 months ago

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All About Moon In Natal Chart

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Moon in Aries

The Moon in Aries is emotionally hot, and thus people become impulsive and explosive. The drive of their emotions sets them afire, which initiates an immediate need to undertake an action and make a decision. They can be very childlike and wear their heart on their sleeve. They are spontaneity themselves and live in the present; sometimes this can be too much for others because such individuals react so strongly emotionally. They seek excitement and stimulation, and a challenge makes them emotionally charged; they take the lead.They love independence and spontaneity in relationships, and their courage and dynamism can be an inspiration to others. They are impatient and can get frustrated if things are not moving fast. Emotionally, they are resilient; they bounce back fast from setbacks and are seldom bogged down by protracted sadness.They are straightforward and candid in their mode of expression, most especially about their feelings. This placement grants a pioneering spirit and a need to take the lead in action, especially when motivated emotionally. Though they can be self-centered, their zeal can light up a room, making other people want to follow them. On the other hand, they do need to grow in emotional maturity and learn to harness the impulsiveness. This placement foments a fearless approach to life, ever wanting to conquer the emotional world.

Moon in Aries Degree (1°, 13°, 25°)

It is a raw pioneering emotional energy. Individuals with a moon in Aries degrees are bold and impulsive. They start new projects - which are taken up because of intuitive passion-and are just as fast to quit them too.These degrees temper courage with determination. People with these degrees have a more subtle concentration on emotional independence, resilient to challenges yet still assertive. Emphasizes leadership and maturity in the expression of emotions. Such people put fire into action, often inspiring others by the dynamism and sincerity of their approach to life.

Moon in Taurus

The Moon in Taurus is the most stable and harmonious of all lunar positions. It puts a deep urge in people for emotional security, comfort, and stability. Their feelings are smooth, and they seldom let themselves be swept away by any kind of turbulence. They attach strongly to the tangible world of matter and find serenity in nature, beauty, and the sensual pleasures of life-good food, music, and art.The Moon in Taurus makes them rather calm and well-grounded individuals, hence stable and nurturing companions. Quick to anger they are not, but when driven beyond their limits, the reactions could be intense and long. They believe in the values of loyalty and consistency in relationships and hence seek partners who would offer them stability and reassurance.This placement also amplifies a strong attachment to material possessions, as they derive security from building a secure foundation. The home is their haven, and they may put much energy into making it warm and inviting. While their emotional style is practical, they have an underpinning of sensuality and passion that gives their relationships much depth.But this stability often then morphs into stubbornness. They may resist changes or hold on to certain routines even when growth demands they get out of their comfort zones. Learning to balance the love of stability with flexibility is key in the emotional evolution of an individual.

Moon in Taurus Degrees (2°, 14°, 26°)

Stability and security are essential. Comfort and material well-being mean much to the person who has this degree and is adverse to changes. Their emotions are calm, steady, and quiet, never extreme nor violent.A practical emotional nature will equip them with the ability to create and nurture something that will last. They find emotional fulfillment in beauty, art, and enjoying life's pleasures.Amplifies the emotional strength within and closeness to the earth. People with this placement are emotionally stable and attach deeply to family and worldly possessions. They love routine, as it gives them stability.

Moon in Gemini

People with their Moon in Gemini are emotionally curious, communicative, and mentally quick. They intellectualize their emotions and often find talking about feelings is a healing balm in and of itself. They're natural conversationalists-quick-witted and full of humor-and they make excellent company. Still, their moodiness can change in a wink of an eye-a true reflection of Gemini's mutable air energy.They become emotionally aroused by new ideas, experiences, and interactions. For them, boredom is more of an issue, since they do feel a need for mental activation. In relationships,they will be drawn to those who can reciprocate their need for interesting conversations and intellectual friendship. They lack showing deep feelings but are generally good at conveying thoughts and ideas.Adaptability makes them very good problem solvers, for they face emotional difficulties with logical reasoning and flexibility. At the same time, though, their adaptability sometimes may make them appear as somewhat detached or inconsistent, jumping so easily from one emotional experience to another. They might struggle with staying down to earth or sticking with just one emotional focal point.Emotionally, the Moon grows in Gemini-learning to embrace vulnerabilities and deepened connections. The balancing factor comes with tuning natural curiosity against emotional depth for them to be more related to the bonds and life events.

Moon in Gemini Degrees (3°, 15°, 27°)

Mirror-Image of an inquisitive and communicative emotional nature. Such people are very emotionally expressive, generally feeling happy when they are surrounded by intellectual vibrancy, sharing their ideas with everybody. These degrees stress adaptability and versatility. Emotionally this position can be light and flexible to change but flighty, inconsistent in their emotional expression.

Moon in Cancer

The Moon, being in Cancer, is at home since Cancer is the ruling sign of the Moon. Such a placement bestows an unparalleled depth to emotional sensitivity and intuition. They are attached with their inner world and are badly influenced by their feelings. They can thus innately estimate the feelings of others, which makes them so empathetic and nurturing.

Home and family represent the center of their emotional lives. They look to security by providing a safe, loving environment, and relationships with family members are often deep and intense. Of course, this can sometimes be taken to an extreme in the form of emotional dependency or over-protectiveness. People with this placement have feelings in waves-much like those tides governed by the Moon. They are moody and retreat into their shells whenever they get hurt or overwhelmed, yet they have a great inner strength that keeps them going through hardships.Their intuition often leads them to the right decisions, and by nature, they are talented in care giving, art, or healing professions. This is a big strength, but nurturing nature needs to learn how to set boundaries and not get lost within the emotional needs of others. Self-care and self-acceptance are vital to their growth.

Moon in Cancer Degrees: 4°, 16°, 28°

Emotional and intuitive, with an emphasized need for emotional security, connected to family and home. People with this degree are sensitive, empathetic, and protective. 16° Cancer: This is a mature emotional degree that gives the instinct to nurture. People are naturally supportive, often putting others' needs before their own emotions, while wanting to create an environment that is safe and loving.Amplifies the need for depth in emotions and family relationships. Individuals can be very defensive when it comes to loved ones, yet might be overly attached or too careful with their emotions.

Moon in Leo

Moon in Leo people need recognition, appreciation, and the need for self-expression. The Moon in Leo is emotionally satisfied by being noticed and appreciated. Often, they function well in professions that allow them to utilize their talents. They have warm and generous natures, often going out of their way to make others feel special.Emotionally, they are confident and enthusiastic, with a natural charisma that draws people to them. They can be sensitive to criticism and may struggle with feelings of inadequacy if they feel undervalued. Their emotions are dramatic and vivid, and they often express their feelings with flair.

They are loyal and affectionate in relationships; they look for people who appreciate their strengths and celebrate their dreams. They pride in and protect their loved ones a great deal. The strong sense of self may at times make them attention-seeking, which may overwhelm more reserved partners.For emotional growth, these individuals must learn to balance their need for validation with humility and self-awareness. By cultivating a sense of inner security, they are able to shine without relying on external admiration alone.

Moon in Leo Degrees (5°, 17°, 29°)

A vital, expressive, and dramatic emotional nature is reflected. Individuals with this degree need recognition and love to be noticed; their emotional satisfaction comes from being admired or adored.These people want to be admired, but applause for one's character and nobility is appreciated as well.Put the native an edge through intense and deep feelings that hope to be remembered after they are gone. Sometimes creative expression helps this degree balance emotionally in creative outlets and/or leadership responsibilities and to recognize and appreciate heartfelt accomplishment.

Moon in Virgo

Emotions are practical and analyzed. The persons deeply focus on details, often finding comfort in organizing, problem-solving, and improving the environment. A strong desire to be helpful might come with the expression of their emotions through acts of service.Emotionally, they might be somewhat restrained, reflecting more on feelings inside their world than the actual one. Whereas they can be very dependable and supportive, they also may easily feel self-criticizing or over analyze their emotions. The presence of such pragmatism in their nature at times gives an impression of being unconnected, although caring and supportive to those around them, is their purpose.They are caring and attentive in relationships, many times being able to anticipate what their partner may want. Stability appeals to them, and they often seek a person who is equally interested in growing and maturing. Perfectionism raises expectations unrealistically high for themselves and others.

They need to train themselves to love their imperfections, not over-analyze things. Such a balance can be achieved for them between analysis and self-compassion, giving them deeper satisfaction in their connections on the emotional level with others.

Moon in Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°)

Emotional sensitivity connected to practicality and service. With this degree, people feel satisfied while serving and helping others, taking care by organizing and paying attention to details.They bring emotional intelligence and the tendency to be self-critical. Individuals with these moon degrees may seek perfectionism as a way of feeling emotional comfort; the drive should go toward betterment and healing.

Moon in Libra

The Moon in Libra makes people pleasure-seeking of harmony, balance, and beauty within their emotional realm. Highly relational, they will often go out of their way to maintain peace and equilibrium by putting others' feelings first. They are natural diplomats, tactfully working their way through social situations with ease and poise.Emotionally, they need companionship and find their fulfillment when they are in harmonious relationships. The sense of fairness and justice that often makes them mediators in conflicts and pleas for balance, on the other hand, creates a very strong desire in them to please people, which can make them indecisive at times or suppress their emotions to avoid quarrels.They are romantic and charming in love, cherishing the time spent with others. They value intellectual and emotional connections alike and often seek a partner who can engage them on many levels. Though they really thrive when they're in a relationship, they do need to learn not to lose their sense of identity and rely too much on others for validation.Emotional growth for people with the Moon in Libra will have to come through a balance of the urge for harmony with authenticity. Owning their needs and learning to express these will give them emotional satisfaction without sacrificing values dear to them.

Moon in Libra Degrees (7°, 19°)

Emotional emphasis is on harmony and balance. People are touched to the quick by their relationships, feeling safe emotionally when they can establish peace and fairness around them.Then comes emotional maturity and a sublime understanding of love and partnership. Individuals with these, thrive in relationships by seeking emotional fulfillment through mutual support, fairness, and diplomacy.

Moon in Scorpio

The Moon in Scorpio is probably one of the most intense placements, deeply representative of emotional power and transformation. Individuals with this placement experience their feelings with a depth and complexity that is hard to match. They are highly intuitive and often have a keen awareness of the unseen or hidden aspects of life.Their emotions are passionate and all-consuming, with the potential for life-changing experiences. They are loyal and want depth in a relationship, desiring a partner who will match their level of intensity. On the other hand, the strength of their emotions may make them jealous, possessive, or controlling.They make relationships deep and profound, and the same depth they create, they expect from their partners. They are charismatic, which makes them attract people, though at times the lightness of some people gets overwhelmed by the intensity in them. Their ability to heal is extraordinary, whereby they help others around them with insight and resilience through crises.For emotional growth, these individuals must learn to release grudges and embrace forgiveness. By channeling their emotional energy into constructive outlets, they can achieve profound self-awareness and transformation.

Moon in Scorpio Degrees: (8°, 20°)

Emotional nature is intense, intuitive, with deep, changing feelings. They are drawn to the mysterious and to plunging into the emotional deep for satisfaction.These people may experience breakdowns that change them; they keep their emotions close to their chests and can be secretive or distrusting.

Moon in Sagittarius

The Moon in Sagittarius is a position of emotional freedom, optimism, and exploration. They are driven by the urge for adventure, knowledge, and growth. They come to their feelings with curiosity and very often find their comfort in the expansion of their horizons.Emotionally, they are optimistic and resilient, often looking for the silver lining in challenging situations. They are naturally philosophical and may process their feelings through intellectual exploration or spiritual practices. At the same time, however, their need for freedom can sometimes make them avoid deep emotional entanglements or commitments.They are passionate and open in relationships, finding partners who share their sense of adventure and exploration. They are forthright and may feel caged in by relationships that feel too controlling or stagnant. Their cheerfulness and sense of humor make them great companions.For emotional development, they would have to learn to balance freedom with emotional depths and vulnerability. By embracing the emotional connection, their relationships can deepen and become a source of gratification.

Moon in Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°)

Shows an adventurous, freedom-loving emotional nature. There is emotional fulfillment with exploration, travel, and philosophical pursuits.Confers an optimistic, expansive approach to the emotions. The emotional nature is naturally joyful in this degree, often enthusiastic about all things new; fulfillment comes through growth and learning.

Moon in Capricorn

The Moon in Capricorn is practical and disciplined in the approach to emotions. These people value structure, responsibility, and achievement, often putting practical concerns before emotional expression. They are dependable and steady, with a strong sense of duty to their loved ones.Emotionally, they tend to be reserved or stoic; they deal more privately with emotional issues. They take their security from routine, goals, and concrete achievements. They are responsible and work hard but may have difficulty expressing weakness or asking for help.They are loyal and committed in relationships, taking on either the protective or nurturing role. They value stability and seek a partner with similar dedication to long-term goals. At times, they may appear distant or inaccessible because of their emphasis on practicality.The call for emotional growth for these individuals is to accept and allow the softer side of themselves to be taken care of. The balancing between the drive for success and allowing emotional openness may bring about deeper connections and more personal fulfillment.

Moon in Capricorn Degrees (10°, 22°)

An emotionally practical and disciplined nature. The individual with this degree is not very demonstrative emotionally, finding satisfaction through hard work, attainment, and the establishment of a secure basis for the future.With these degrees, individuals derive emotional fulfillment from positions of authority and are deeply committed to their personal and professional aspirations, though they may find it difficult to show their vulnerabilities.

Moon in Aquarius

The Moon in Aquarius represents emotional independence, innovation, and a strong connection to humanity. These people are oriented toward the future and often approach their feelings from a rational or detached perspective. They value intellectual stimulation and are deeply invested in social causes or community initiatives.They are unconventional emotionally and perhaps resistant to conventional roles or expectations. Freedom keeps them going, while highly restrictive relationships make life miserable. The emotional realm with them is pretty much linked with their ideals; contributing to something bigger than themselves makes them complete.They believe in individuality and mutual respect in relationships. They are progressive and open-minded, mostly seeking a partner who shares their vision for the future. They are loyal friends and partners, but they might have a hard time showing emotions openly, as they are more focused on ideas and concepts.They need to balance their independence and emotional closeness in order for them to grow emotionally. They can learn to connect on a deeper level so they can have deep, meaningful bonds without betraying their ideals.

Moon in Aquarius Degrees (11°, 23°)

Emotionally detached yet idealistic, these individuals are more focused on the mental connection and can feel emotionally satisfied through friendships, innovation, and progressive ideas.These amplify detachment and individuality. The native is emotionally detached; his relationships are free, and he may be attracted to people who are unusual or eccentric and understand his way of thinking.

Moon in Pisces

The Moon in Pisces is the epitome of emotional sensitivity, intuition, and compassion. These people have a strong inner connection and very often feel the emotions of others as if they were their own. They are dreamers with a vivid imagination and great spiritual connection. Emotionally, they are empathetic and often drawn to helping others. They find comfort in creative expression, spiritual practices, or retreating into their own world. However, their sensitivity can make them prone to emotional overwhelm or escapism.They are romantic and compassionate in love, placing their partners on a pedestal. They enjoy deep emotional contact and are drawn to individuals who can display an equal measure of sensitivity and depth as themselves. At times, however, this may also lead them to disappointment or idealized expectations with respect to other people.These individuals need to learn to set boundaries and ground themselves in reality for emotional growth. Embracing their intuitive gifts while maintaining emotional resilience allows them to navigate life with grace and strength.

Moon in Pisces Degrees (12°, 24°)

Reveals an ultra-sensitive and highly empathetic emotional nature. People with this degree will also look intuitively toward spiritual practices, the creative arts, and selfless service for emotional nourishment.Intuitive, compassionate emotional makeup. Individuals having these degrees can be ultra caring of others, prone to absorb or easily take on another's feelings. Many struggles surround setting boundaries for themselves. There are true ways of fulfillment-to help others or connect with divinity.

Moon In Houses

Moon in the 1st House

The Moon in the 1st house indicates an individual whose emotions and inner world are tremendously conspicuous to observers. These individuals wear their hearts on their sleeves, often coming across as nurturing, empathetic, and sensitive. Their moods and feelings strongly color their physical presence and demeanor in the way they present to the world.They are very intuitive and responsive, often tuning into the ambient currents of feeling. People with this placement don't find it easy to develop emotional boundaries since they're innately receptive to others' feelings. The outer cover or public persona changes along with the mood, so that one gets the impression of a changeable or moody person. They might turn deeply introverted as a result of this strong attachment with which their self-image is invested; and outward identity is in alignment with the inner feelings of the individual. However, this placement may also stimulate an excessive tendency to look to external recognition for validations of one's feelings.In that personal growth process, they would have to balance emotional expression with self-awareness, learning not to completely let their feelings run them or define self-worth. It is developing a sense of self strongly enough apart from the tides of emotions that can allow them to flourish.

Moon in the 2nd House

Moon in the 2nd House: Here, the Moon closely associates emotions with material security and personal values. They feel emotionally comforted with stability, financial security, and tangible possessions. Many of them pamper themselves and others with food, comfort, and abundance that make life comfortable and safe.People with this placement may have fluctuating finances or changing attitudes towards material possessions, mirroring their mood swings. They are usually attached to things that remind them of something, and their possessions can be emotionally loaded.They look for an emotional and economic stability partner. They are usually nurturing and generous but can also be insecure whenever their material foundation seems threatened even from a slight perspective. For them, self-esteem and morals are closely intertwined with their emotional disposition.They need to learn to let go of their emotions from their material life for growth. The more they cultivate inner security and self-worth irrespective of their life circumstances, the more harmonious and rewarding their life will be.

Moon in the 3rd House

Moon in the 3rd house gives an emotional orientation to communication, learning, and the immediate environment. They are born with the ability to express their feelings through words, whether spoken or written. They are very sensitive and often strongly influenced by the surroundings.Their mood may fluctuate depending on the interaction they have with their siblings, neighbors, or people in society. They find their comfort in keeping their minds occupied and may use learning or communication as an emotional release. Their emotional nature, however, makes them think too much or anxious if their thoughts are not channelled constructively.They are emotive within relationships and search for someone who can discuss interesting subjects with them. They seek people who are curious and adaptable, like themselves, and place great emphasis on emotional intelligence.Growth requires them to root their emotional expression so that fleeting thoughts or surrounding stimuli do not toss them too much. Application of mindfulness helps in paying attention to deeper connectives and makes one more poised.

Moon in the 4th House

Moon in the 4th house is deeply nurturing and emotionally profound. Their home, family, and roots are the places where their emotional core finds its place. The attachment to the past is strong, and they usually feel secure with familiar people and environments.They are natural caregivers, generally assuming the role of emotional supporter within the family. Their home is their haven, and they may put much time and energy into creating a cozy and emotionally uplifting space. Sometimes, this attachment to upbringing may lead them to emotional stagnation when they get too caught up in the past.In relationships, they can be protective, loyal, and very attached. They are attracted to those that value family and home similarly and place great emphasis on emotional closeness.The individuals must learn how to balance the emotional attachments with their past lives and their desire to grow as a person for development. It will be necessary to embrace change by breaking out of the molds of the past so that new securities and fulfillment can be sought for the future.

Moon in the 5th House

The Moon in the 5th house brings a deep emotional connection to creativity, self-expression, and joy. These individuals are passionate and vibrant, often using their creative talents to process and express their emotions. They have a strong desire to find emotional fulfillment through hobbies, artistic endeavors, or romantic relationships.They can be so dramatic and intense with their emotions, and they always look for validation through recognition of their talents or affections. They are very intuitive and have a natural ability to connect with children or younger individuals, often taking on a nurturing role in these relationships. This makes them romantic and expressive in love, seeking someone who will give equal enthusiasm and passion in a match. Their extreme highs and lows make the relationships seem unpredictable at times.To grow, they must strike a balance between the need for emotional excitement and stability. Putting emotions into creative outlets that are constructive will help to find lasting fulfillment.

Moon in the 6th House

The Moon in the 6th house shows a connection between emotions with work, health, and daily routines. These people often find comfort when things are organized around them, following a structure to which they can devote themselves emotionally through busy work. Thus, they feel intuitively told by their instincts regarding what might be wrong in their work environment or with their health.Their moods can be closely tied to their work or service to others. They feel most alive when they are useful and needed, often getting an emotional high from helping others or contributing to their community. They can be prone to stress and emotional burnout if they take on too many responsibilities or neglect their own needs.

They are practical in relationships, and they could show their love by acts of service or attention to details. They search for a partner who values them for their supportive role and commitment to the improvement of minor things in life.They need to pay attention to self-care and not overextend for others emotionally if they are to grow. They can learn to balance their need for order with emotional flexibility, which leads to a much healthier and more fulfilling life.

Moon in the 7th House

Moon in the 7th house amplifies emotional gratification from relationships and partnerships. Individuals with this placement are sensitive to the needs and feelings of their partners and mostly work towards maintaining peace and equilibrium in their relationships.They can be prone to mood swings depending on the status of their relationships, as their security is wrapped up in the people around them. They will naturally try to mediate and take care of others in a relationship. However, they might have a tendency to become emotionally dependent or to need validation from others.They are romantic and caring in love, appreciating emotional closeness and mutual understanding. They look for empathetic and supportive partners and often go out of their way to create a stable and nurturing environment for their loved ones.They need to learn emotional independence and not define themselves through others so that they may grow. This would, of course, allow them much healthier and more balanced relationships with clear identities.

Moon in the 8th House

Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house depicts an intense emotional deepness and transformation. The natives are intensely emotional, and a life of repeated and significant emotional rebirths is the norm. Intuitive, with a flair for uncovering the hidden truths both about themselves and others.The themes of power, intimacy, and shared resources often color their emotions. They experience emotional upheavals or crises that are meant to push them toward growth and evolution. This placement also indicates a strong interest in psychology, mysticism, or the occult because they are naturally drawn to the mysteries of life.In relationships, they need an intense emotional depth and are often fiercely loyal and protective of those they love. Their depth regarding emotions can make them jealous or possessive at times.Growth requires the acceptance of this emotional intensity as a strength. It means being released from control and trusting the process of transformation - leading to personal empowerment and healing in very profound ways.

Moon in the 9th House

A placement of the Moon in the 9th house links emotions with exploration, philosophy, or higher learning. These people often find comfort in the expansion of their horizon, whether they do it via travel, learning, or spiritually.They seem to have that restless and adventurous spirit, thus seeking emotional satisfaction through new perspectives and experiences. Their moods can be guided by their philosophies, leading to emotional expansion through philosophical and spiritual insights.Lovers prize intellectual and emotional independence in their relationships. They connect with companions who also love adventure and learning, finding their best match in relationships that promote growth and exploration.Growth for them involves a balancing between emotional independence and deeper emotional connections. By embracing the search for knowledge yet keeping their feet on the ground, they can build a more complete and well-rounded life.

Moon in the 10th House

The Moon in the 10th house links emotions with career, public image, and achievement. They usually attain emotional satisfaction through their professional life and the recognition they get from other people.Ambitious and duty-bound, many are deeply obligated to their mission and their public roles. Much of their emotions are involved with the functioning of their purpose and serving positively in a role for society. In balancing work-life issues, there would seem to be difficulties because it's usually expected to put one's public life first over private matters.They seek a partner in relationships who would support their ambitions and would join them in working towards success. Loyal and committed, they invest much emotionally in building a safe and secure future. Growth for them is learning to balance professional aspirations with emotional needs. Opening up to vulnerability, nurturing close personal relationships will help them reach a more holistic sense of fulfillment.

Moon in the 11th House

Moon in the 11th house accentuates that emotional fulfillment will come from friendships, social groups, and collective goals. The person strongly identifies with some community and usually finds satisfaction in working for an ideal or cause.They innately can feel the group dynamics emotionally and may be very nurturing or supportive in their social circles. But their mood may be influenced by the state of their friendships or the progress of their goals.They seek mental and emotional compatibility in relationships, and mostly get a partner who shares a similar vision towards life. They are open towards the world and include all kinds of people in their lives, being very social.For growth, they need to be careful not to lose their identity within the collective efforts they put in. A better balance of personal emotions and social commitments can bring more emotional stability and satisfaction.

Moon in the 12th House

The Moon in the 12th House makes for a person who is deeply introspective, intuitive, and connected with the subconscious and spiritual links. They would, therefore, have feelings on a deep emotional level and perhaps a high quotient of empathy along with sensitivity regarding the energies around them.They like being alone, finding emotional solace in spiritual activities, meditation, or creativity. Still, they may be plagued by secret fears or unresolved emotions, as the 12th house can bring challenges about the unconscious mind.

They are emotionally compassionate and caring within relationships. Sometimes, these individuals base bonds more on an emotional and spiritual level than others. Yet they struggle to speak of their emotions aloud; rather, they will usually internalize and work out emotions alone.In terms of development, the inner world that one conceals or represses has to be confronted and assimilated by such people. Only through such acceptance can inner power help a person in attaining emotional recovery and spiritual success.

All Aspects Of Moon

1. Moon-Sun Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect creates a profound harmony between the ego (Sun) and emotions (Moon), leading to strong self-awareness and emotional integration. These individuals are naturally aligned with their inner needs and external expression, making them intuitive and authentic in their interactions. This alignment also makes them subject to being biased, as keeping emotions and logic apart gets tough for them. Stressed mood swings are something they don't do pretty well, yet they have exceptional return abilities through self-analysis

Sextile: It surely forms a strong interdependence between personal identity and the emotional well-being of every individual. Accordingly, they are very talented people in creative and caretaker professions because the capacity to merge logic and instinct is so great. As a rule, this creates supportive relationships because people can show empathy towards others without losing a clear sense of self. Innately talented mediators bring warmth and balance to tense situations.

Square: Emotional and ego conflicts can build inner tension. These individuals often feel torn between their expression of emotions and societal or familial expectations. Emotional resilience is certainly tested under this aspect, but it also promises tremendous growth opportunities. Learning to balance personal needs with external pressures, they develop greater emotional strength. This aspect often drives ambition, as one works hard to overcome perceived shortcomings or insecurities.

Trine: This is a smooth connection between the Moon and Sun, bringing natural emotional balance and confidence. Consequently, individuals with this aspect tend to be charismatic, optimistic, and sensitive. They thus become magnets for positive experiences. Adaptation to circumstances is easy, and their emotional stability is an example for others to follow. Many creative talents also flower under this aspect because it promotes self-expression and harmony with others. Being intrinsically harmonious, this placement tends to make a person successful both personally and professionally.

Opposition: The emotional problems are connected with the sense of duality. There is often a felt pull between one's own needs and external roles, which can cause tension in relationships. These can indeed be very deepening influences toward self-awareness and emotional maturity. People learn to balance their inner and outer worlds, developing resilience and wisdom. Empathy can be highly enhanced with this placement, as they may understand the human emotions that most people experience. Personal growth may need to involve embracing vulnerability and finding balance.

2. Moon-Mercury Aspects

Conjunction: Moon-Mercury accentuates emotional intelligence and instinctive communication. They are very perceptive and can easily be writers, teachers, or counselors. But they might over-intellectualize emotions to the point of mental strain. Gives adaptability, quick thinking; they usually are good at solving problems. The emotional expression is direct, but they have to watch out that they do not intellectualize too much. When in balance, this is a bridge between heart and mind.

Sextile: This aspect helps one be articulate and clear with one's emotions, intellectually reaching out to others. People with this placement are always good conversationalists; they use words to heal or inspire. They thrive in social situations because of their warmth and adaptability. The aspect supports learning and creativity; thus, they are lifelong learners. They navigate life's challenges with emotional clarity and mental focus that help them build strong, meaningful connections.

Square: Under this aspect, many emotional and mental conflicts do happen. One will find it difficult to express and put into words what they have in their minds, often resulting in misconceptions. Overthinking emotions can create unwanted stress, while the tension prompts growth. They learn to strike a balance with feelings and reason, thus developing emotional endurance and mental clarity. This aspect often pushes individuals hard to develop better communication skills, thus fostering deep understanding of one's self and others.

Trine: This is the aspect of emotional and intellectual harmony. People with this placement in their birth chart are naturally empathetic and articulate, which easily draws them into careers that demand a high level of emotional intelligence. They learn fast and have a knack for understanding complicated emotional tangles. The trine stimulates creativity and flexibility, and they make great mediators. They can balance feelings with logic and usually succeed in personal and professional relationships. They naturally inspire trust and connection in others.

Opposition: Emotional needs may be pitted against those of the rationale, thus creating inner conflicts. These individuals often feel torn between following their heart and mind, leading to indecision. This tension calls for them to increase self-awareness and balance. Integrating their emotional and intellectual poles can help these people establish healthier relationships and navigate challenges with greater ease. In this respect, this aspect frequently develops much empathy because they will understand both the emotional and logical point of view. Growth for the individual often comes from harmony within this dynamic.

3. Moon-Venus Aspects

Conjunction: Emotional security and romantic satisfaction go hand in hand. They possess a natural flair for the nourishment of others and beauty around them. They are in touch with their emotions and may attract loving relationships with ease. On the downside, they may cling to close relationships for comfort and reassurance. They have a natural talent for creating peace and harmony around them and may find ideal careers as artists or caregivers.

Sextile: The aspect brings ease into emotional connecting and romantic relationships. Individuals with this aspect are caring and loving; they attract harmonious relationships with so much ease. Their creativity often finds an outlet in art or fashion. They intuitively know how to attend to the emotional needs of others, and that helps them form deep and meaningful relationships. This aspect also allows one to experience love and beauty on deeper levels, adding to emotional fulfillment and happiness.

Square: Emotional and romantic tensions can arise with this placement. Individuals may struggle to balance their emotional needs with their relationships, often feeling misunderstood or underappreciated. Issues of self-worth or fear of rejection may surface, requiring introspection and personal growth. However, these challenges foster resilience and teach the importance of setting healthy boundaries. This aspect often pushes individuals to explore what truly fulfills them emotionally and romantically.

Trine: The emotional and romantic energies blend well, creating a very loving and nurturing personality. The individual is naturally empathetic and easily creates supportive and harmonious environments. The relationships are very fulfilling, and mostly the people around them consider them emotional pillars.

Opposition: Emotional needs and relational dynamics may clash, leading to tension in partnerships. Individuals often feel torn between taking care of themselves and meeting others' expectations. This dynamic encourages growth through learning balance and compromise. While relationships may feel challenging, they also offer opportunities for self-discovery. Over time, individuals develop a deeper understanding of their emotional desires and how to harmonize them with their partners' needs.

4. Moon-Mars Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect is defined by passion and emotional intensity. Individuals are highly driven and usually respond with immediate, raw emotion. While this gives them incredible determination, it can also lead to impulsive decisions or emotional outbursts. They thrive in competitive or high-energy environments, funneling their passion constructively. Relationships benefit from their enthusiasm but may suffer from their fiery temperament. Learning patience and emotional control is key to harnessing this energy effectively.

Sextile: This is a good balance of emotional drive and action. The emotional drive to achieve goals inspires others and motivates them. Challenges are faced with assurance, and relationships are approached with energy and passion. They have the inner emotional strength to take risks and overcome obstacles with ease. A strong leadership potential and the ability to inspire others through their determination and emotional stamina are usually associated with this placement.

Square: There is a lot of emotional volatility and impulsive reaction under this aspect. One often feels torn between desires and emotional stability, and thus, inner tension arises. This can be a growth-promoting dynamic since it teaches one patience and self-awareness. The key to overcoming these problems and getting control of one's reactions is to find constructive outlets for one's emotional energies. This aspect may constantly challenge them to face and change their deeply ingrained emotional patterns.

Trine: This aspect is when emotional passion and confidence flow. People are assertive yet balanced, channeling their emotional drive into materialization. The enthusiast will often inspire others and make excellent leaders. This aspect will develop emotional stamina to face most situations with ease. They become dynamic and stimulating to be around because their emotional and physical energy is well-balanced, particularly in personal relationships and creative fields.

Opposition: There is tension between emotional needs and assertive wants. Individuals experiencing this may often feel torn between following impulse and maintaining emotional equilibrium. This dynamic promotes growth in learning to balance sensitivity with decisiveness. While relationships may feel challenging, they offer opportunities for developing greater emotional awareness. Through time, these individuals learn to channel their passion constructively, turning inner conflicts into strengths that propel personal and relational success.

5. Moon-Jupiter Aspects

Conjunction: Optimism, generosity, and emotional expansiveness mark this conjunction. Many people with this conjunction are extremely empathetic, having a strong desire to nurture and take care of others. They naturally radiate warmth that attracts positive relationships and opportunities. Their emotional generosity can lead them to overextend themselves or to expect too much from others. Learning healthy boundaries is the key to using their energies well. The conjunction also stirs a love for learning and spiritual growth and tends to create lifelong students.

Sextile: This placement brings about emotional growth and optimism as a matter of course. Many people with this placement are endowed with opportunities for success and emotional fulfillment. They radiate positivity and attract supportive relationships that help in mutual growth. Their nurturing nature inspires others, and they often excel in teaching, mentoring, or counseling roles. This aspect encourages them to embrace life's challenges with hope and resilience, helping them create a fulfilling and expansive emotional life.

Square: This aspect can have the problem of emotional overindulgence and exaggerated feelings. People often feel torn between their needs for growth and their emotional needs, creating tension. It can be a growing influence, though, as it will teach the value of restraint and self-control. The expansive nature is grounded to achieve more emotional stability and success. This position will challenge them to face their fears of limitation and embrace life with realistic optimism.

Trine: Emotions and optimism flow with great ease under this aspect. Individuals are naturally warm, generous, and inspiring to others, creating an attraction into their lives of many kinds of abundance. Their emotional intelligence and positive outlook make them wonderful nurturers and mentors. More often than not, they can find joy through creative or spiritual pursuits, using them to enrich the lives of their own and others'. This placement builds emotional toughness and a big sense of gratitude, helping them navigate life without much hassle.

Opposition: Emotional needs can be at odds with the urge to expand or explore. Consequently, these people may feel a sense of tug-of-war between their own personal needs and the higher aspirations that beset them. Nevertheless, this dynamic pushes them to find balance and become more aware of themselves. The emotional depth blended with the urge for growth will enable them to realize a greater harmony in relationships and other pursuits. This aspect brings out stamina and awareness of the inner and outer world.

6. Moon-Saturn Aspects

Conjunction: This is the aspect of emotional discipline and maturity. Carrying a sense of responsibility from an early age, this often weighs in their emotional development. They may seem reserved or cautious, but the inner strength is immense. They learn through challenges and setbacks, which foster resilience and wisdom. Relationships may feel restricted initially, but with time, they form deep and lasting bonds. Emotional growth comes from embracing vulnerability and balancing duty with self-care.

Sextile: The aspect helps an individual be emotionally stable and practical, building sound foundations in both personal and professional spheres. They are reliable, practical, and often excel in roles that demand patience and consistency. Their steady demeanor makes them excellent problem solvers, especially in emotionally charged situations. They attract opportunities to grow through meaningful relationships and structured environments. This placement supports long-term success by blending emotional resilience with practicality.

Square: This is an aspect that generally brings an emotional block and/or fear of vulnerability. There could be problems in expressing feelings, which lead to a person's isolation. Yet, these problems are the possibility of deep growth because they face their insecurities head-on and work through them. They often develop a strong work ethic and emotional endurance that helps them achieve stability over time. This placement teaches the value of persistence and self-compassion in navigating emotional challenges.

Trine: The emotional and practical stability with this placement is instinctive. People with this placement are responsible, self-disciplining, and emotionally stable, generally serving as an emotional anchor for others. They fare well within set structures, with personal and professional commitments to long-term goals. The whole calm and composed attitude toward life makes them command trust and respect in interpersonal relations. Success at leading tasks may also be achieved since this aspect supports one's emotional intelligence with great caution and foresight.

Opposition: The emotional needs conflict with responsibilities, which creates tension. A person usually feels torn between one's self and the demands of society or family. This conflict acts as a stimulus for growth through learning to integrate these opposing demands. The relationships may appear difficult but, at the same time offer great chances for profound emotional learning. Gradually, they learn to balance emotional depth with practical wisdom, finding harmony both within and without.

7. Moon-Uranus Aspects

Conjunction: Emotional unpredictability, a strong need for freedom. Individuals with such an aspect are super intuitive and inventive; their way is always somehow different from the ordinary. The mood of these people can be quite sudden or erratic, which may make them exciting but sometimes challenging to be with. They feel most alive in an ever-changing environment that gives them room for self-expression. This aspect stirs creativity and originality, yet it requires effort toward emotional continuity and grounding.

Sextile: The aspect brings emotional adaptability and a flair for innovation. Individuals thrive when they have to think fast and find their way out of a situation. Their openness to change enables them to go through life with ease. Relationships are dynamic and exciting, as one values freedom and mutual growth. This aspect often shows a high degree of intuition, enabling them to connect with others on deep and unusual levels. They inspire others with their originality and emotional resilience.

Square: Emotional turbulence and unpredictability may be the challenging factors of this aspect. They are often pulled between the need for stability and the need for independence, which creates inner tension. The challenges, in turn, make them grow as a person by learning to adapt to change constructively. They channel their emotional energy into creative or innovative pursuits, transforming chaos into strength. This aspect most often compels them to go in search of unconventional approaches toward emotional expression.

Trine: With this aspect, emotional independence and innovation seem to flow without effort. Generally, very intuitive, they inspire others through their originality and adaptability. They move through change with ease into their place within dynamic relationships that give them their space. The emotional intelligence and creative thinking make them natural problem solvers and visionaries. This placement can create a strong linkage to one's identity and help in building a purposeful and satisfying life.

Opposition: The emotional needs and a need for independence can come into conflict, and create tension. Such people find it hard to balance their stability and independence. The relationships seem difficult yet hold much scope for deep emotional fulfillment. Integrating their security needs with an innovative spirit makes them resilient and adaptable. This aspect stimulates the person to embrace change yet stay grounded; in this process, over time, they mature emotionally and grow more aware of themselves.

8. Moon-Neptune Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect is characterized by profound empathy, imagination, and intuition. Individuals are ultra-sensitive to the feelings of others and very much attuned to the collective unconscious. They will gravitate toward artistic and spiritual interests where creativity and compassion can be brought into play. They'll need to resist the urge to flee from or place unrealistic ideals on their relationships. It is through this process that emotional growth will come: grounding their dreams in reality and setting healthy boundaries, so their sensitivity becomes a strength, not a burden.

Sextile: This aspect can cultivate emotional depth and profound connection to the spiritual or artistic. They are compassionate, imaginative, and find their fulfillment in helping others. Their intuition is highly developed, guiding them in relationships and creative endeavoring. They naturally draw to themselves opportunities to express their emotions in deep and meaningful ways. It's a placement that supports emotional healing and growth through self-reflection and a connection to higher ideals.

Square: This can be an emotionally confusing or unrealistic aspect. People have to make very real choices often between idealistic yearnings and practical circumstance, which then causes them to become disillusioned. However, this sort of tension allows for personal growth, as it teaches one to weigh dreams against practicality. They develop emotional resilience through facing their fears and putting a ground on their vision. This placement inspires creativity, makes one explore one's self and compassion without losing one's sense of self.

Trine: This aspect brings emotional sensitivity and spiritual depth. People with this aspect are naturally compassionate, imaginative, and inspire others through their creativity and empathy. Many of them derive joy from creative or healing work as a mode of expression and connection. Their intuition is highly developed, helping them navigate relationships and challenges with grace. This placement brings about a deep sense of peace and satisfaction, for one is in line with their higher emotional and spiritual purpose.

Opposition: Emotionally idealistic, these are the people who will fight reality when idealistic; they often get caught between a dream and real life, where self-doubting is sure to take center stage. All the same, this sets in the spirit of development through the synthesis of intuition with grounded life processes. In these cases, the opportunities of relationships involve discoveries of self and emotional healing. After some time, they come out even and can balance sensitivity with practicality.

9. Moon-Pluto Aspects

Conjunction: This aspect defines intense emotions and profound transformation. There is an intrinsic emotional rapport that usually results in the transmutation of challenging situations, resilience, intuitiveness, and strong inner direction within life's complications. But they need to avoid becoming possessive or obsessive in a relationship. The placement brings them to emotional empowerment to regain their lost potential and heal old wounds. Very often, such a journey may influence others to take up the journey of transformation themselves.

Sextile: With this aspect, emotional depth and resilience are innate. The individuals are drawn to the trans-formative experiences that help them grow and heal. Gracefulness around challenges makes them a strength for others. They usually perform well in any role that involves empathy and emotional intelligence, like counseling or mentoring. This aspect furthers deep and profound connectivity, helping them create a fulfilling emotional life.

Square: This is a very emotionally turbulent aspect that usually brings power struggles and intense challenges. Fears of vulnerability or loss may be the enforcing factors for changing the inner patterns. These challenges will bring great personal growth and emotional resilience. The ability to empower themselves and create deep healing will be unleashed when they learn to accept their dark side and come into self-awareness. It calls for channeling intensity into constructive and transformative pursuits.

Trine: Under this aspect, emotional strength and depth flow with ease. Naturally resilient, intuitive, and transformative, these individuals inspire others through their way of dealing with life's complications. They thrive in deep and meaningful relationships, offering emotional support and understanding to those around them. This placement really furthers personal growth, helping them align with their inner power and higher purpose. Their emotional intelligence often leads to success in leadership or healing roles.

Opposition: Emotional intensity and external obstacles dynamically charge this aspect. A person may feel torn between wanting to be in control and wanting to connect on an emotional level. This dynamic promotes growth as one learns to find balance between these opposites. The relationships provide a venue for deep changes and self-realization. With time, they learn emotional resilience and profound insight into their own power that will enable them to create truly valuable and meaningful connections.

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kyber-crystal · 1 year ago

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i will follow you into the dark || bradley "rooster" bradshaw

summary: your first instinct has always been to push people away when they get too close, but for some reason, you have trouble letting one pilot go. but little did you know that he had settled into your heart from the start and has no intention of leaving. (in which you have Bradley Bradshaw wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even notice—5 occasions that solidify your love for him, and 1 time you realize it)

words: ~3.3k

warnings: angst (BUT A HAPPY ENDING, I PROMISE), near-death experiences, brief mentions of violence, also my writing LMAO

a/n: hi guys i haven't posted a full-length fic in a LONG time but here we go :) this fic won the vote so it's going up first! hope you enjoy :)

I. meet me in the middle

“Mav!”

You and Maverick turned around at the same time. “Which one?”

“The pretty one,” Rooster stated.

“Be more specific.”

“I am being specific, Captain.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Fine, I need your daughter.”

“You always need her for something.”

“Sorry, pops,” you grinned and clasped Maverick’s shoulder, and walked over to Bradley. “Come to kidnap me again, Bradshaw?”

“Actually, I’m hungry.”

“Then…go eat? I don’t see what any of that has to do with me.”

“I’m going to dinner, and I want you to come along,” he explained. “So, let’s go.”

“Is that why Cyclone was grumbling about someone spilling coffee all over him earlier? I knew it had to be you that put him in that mood.”

“Doesn’t matter. Come on.”

You looked back at your father, who simply laughed and motioned for you to go. The test flight would have to wait.

It was 5:30 when you got there, but the usually-crowded cantina had only one other person inside. Rooster didn’t hesitate as he set down his car keys and slid into the booth right next to you.

“There’s a seat right there,” you pointed out.

“And?”

“You can sit over there.”

“I don’t want to, though.”

“Alright, then.”

You weren’t even done for the day and already, felt tired and worn out beyond belief. The one thing that had been keeping you going was Maverick’s promise to take you on a Mach 7 test flight. (With the Admiral’s permission, of course. But you wouldn’t be surprised if he had never asked.)

Rooster tells the waitress your order without blinking, and you give him a tired smile as a thank you.

There’s no animated conversation, no loud comments or jokes or anything of the sort as the food comes out, but neither of you mind. Sometimes, all you needed to cool down from a long week was each other’s company and a steaming plate of fajitas.

The little routine you’ve established falls into place so easily you don’t even have to think. Impromptu dinners, blasting 80’s music as the sun goes down, taking the offbeat path down to the coast with salt in your windswept hair. Little to no words spoken, and somehow the silence speaks volumes.

But you don’t understand why he’d choose you to do this with, out of everyone. You’d expect him to drift towards someone less damaged. Someone who could keep up to his free and daring spirit and push him to his limits. Someone who had less baggage and didn’t flinch at every little touch.

But despite all that he doesn’t leave. Even when everyone else around you seemed to, he was always there, assuring you he’d wait no matter what.

“Don’t worry about it.” He places a gentle hand over yours as he hands his card over to pay later that evening. “Let me treat you tonight.”

“Thanks…”

He holds the door open for you as you walk out and keeps a ghost of a hand against your back the whole way to the car. You’re trying to burrow into yourself, but he doesn’t stop looking at you. The feeling of his eyes on you sends shivers running down your spine and you nervously shift in your seat.

“You okay?” Rooster places his hand on the headrest as he reverses out of the parking lot. “You seem quiet tonight.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t press any further, assuming that you’re tired and that’s why you’re unwilling to say much. He knows. He understands. “If you ever need to talk, though, I’m one call and a 15 minute walk away. Or 7, if I sprint.”

This makes you laugh a bit. “If you say so.”

II. waiting on you

As soon as you hop out of your plane, he’s the first one there to greet you and pulls you in for a hug. You have no time to react to it because he’s so quick to sweep you up into his arms. You can smell a mix of sweat and coffee and a little bit of raspberries on him, and it helps bring you back down to reality.

“You saw me a few hours ago, Roos…please let me go…” you mumbled into his shoulder. His grip on you only tightens further. “What’s with the excitement?”

“Nothing. I’m just happy to see you.”

Not knowing what else to do, your hands awkwardly reach up to pat him on the back. “It’s good to see you, too.”

Though you don’t say it out loud, you’re also just as happy to see him—it’s comforting to know he’ll be waiting whenever you return from something. And that, you think, is more than enough.

Rooster carries your things for you without asking, and you’re grateful because your shoulders feel like they’re going to fall out of their sockets. Once again, he’s standing close by as you go to your quarters, ever the watchman. If he doesn’t have a hand on you, then his eyes will stay glued to you for as long as they can be.

“Is that my shirt?” he asks as you step out of the bathroom wearing an oversized vintage T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“No.”

“It looks better on you, anyway.” He smirks; you fail to notice the way his gaze lingers on you a bit longer than normal. “You ready to go? They’re waiting for us at the Hard Deck. Hangman’s complaining about a rematch or somethin’.”

You lean into his side and smile, and he puts an arm across your shoulders. It feels so natural that you almost don’t notice. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

His eyes never leave you, even when he’s in the thick of the game. It’s impossible to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach every time his gaze flickers over to yours.

Coyote notices your dazed look and nudges Payback in the side. “How is it that everyone knows that Bradshaw and Y/N love each other except Bradshaw and Y/N?”

“Because they’re stupid,” Payback whispered back.

“Ah. Makes sense.”

“So, we need to do something about it.”

“Hm…I’d say we wait it out. They’re going in the right direction.” A small smile graced Coyote’s face as Rooster pumped a fist up in victory before rushing over to embrace you. “A room full of people, yet all he sees is her.”

“You’re so right, man.”

III. rose-tinted glasses

“What are you looking for out there?” Rooster called out.

“Something pretty,” you replied as you stood by the ocean’s edge, the wind fanning your hair around your shoulders. He’s sure that he’s never seen a more mesmerizing sight.

“I beat you to it, because I already found one,” he stated with confidence, eyes never leaving you.

“Where?”

“I’m looking right at her.”

“That’s not what I meant, silly. Do I look like a seashell to you?”

“No, you’re even better.”

You laugh once again and resume your search. Right then, a glowing scallop catches your eye, and sand dusts your clothes as you bend down to pick it up. It’s smooth and seems to glow in rose gold amidst the early evening light.

“Would you look at that,” you breathed out, palm extended to show him what you’ve found. “It’s perfect.”

Rooster encloses his hand around yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from his skin. It’s cold out but you’re not freezing at all because he’s so close. He’s so close. Your heart skips a beat.

“Wow…it sure is.”

He kneels down with you, and you spend the next few hours making it a competition to see who can find the most unique set of stones. A strange feeling washed over you as you watched his brows furrow in concentration. Never had you imagined to be spending Thursday night with Bradley Bradshaw by the seashore, and yet, it feels like you’ve done this thousands of times before.

Everything seems to fall into place.

IV. for you, i’d cross the line

“Y/N, hey.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Doesn’t matter. Move over.”

You shifted on the bench to make room for him and he sat down next to you. This was probably his tenth time playing his rendition of ‘Great Balls of Fire’ but that didn’t matter; the man knew how to sing. You found yourself leaning into him and listening to his heartbeat, and the sensation lulled you into a peaceful trance.

You took one good look at your best friend. Sweat lined his forehead and his face was bright red from both the alcohol and heat, but still, you were 100% sure that you’d never seen a more beautiful sight in your life.

The way he seemed to gaze at you made your heartbeat pick up speed. It didn’t matter that he had too one too many drinks in the moments leading up to this, nor did it matter that he was always one to be rather affectionate with you. It didn’t make you love him any less—if anything, it made him all the more endearing.

“You’re looking at me very…intensely,” you mumbled. “It’s making me nervous.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured. “A man can’t help it when he’s in love.”

“Was that tipsy you or sober you?”

“Sober me is saying I love you.” He continues playing, unfazed, and the sound of the piano in your ears fades away into nothingness.

It’s drunk Rooster telling you he means what he says, the confidence boost making him do things he normally wouldn’t. It’s drunk Rooster attempting to serenade you as his warm, alcohol-riddled breath falls against your neck. It’s drunk Rooster talking…but there’s a sober truth hidden behind his words that sends a shiver down your spine.

You’re nose-to-nose as he starts to sing, and you lose yourself in a sea of gold and blue as his warm thumb grazes over your cheek. As if there’s an invisible string drawing you together, you move closer and closer towards each other. Drunk or not, he was utterly enchanting and you couldn’t turn away.

Once again…you ignore the stirring feeling in your chest at the feeling of his body being so close to yours.

V. saving grace

You find yourself opening the door to Rooster, who has a bouquet of your favorite flowers and some large Tupperware in hand. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you accept them and step aside to let him in. “What is this for…?”

“Thought you’d want something nice to add to the kitchen. You and Mav need to work on decorations,” he said. “Why? Do you not like them?”

“No…I’m…how’d you know these were my favorite, anyway?”

“I heard you talking on the phone to Phoenix about them six months ago,” Rooster explained, taking his jacket off and hanging it over the couch. “I pride myself on being observant like that. Also…I woke up early to cook you that pasta you always go nuts over when we drive to LA.”

“Oh.” Your heart twinged as you glanced over—that damn pasta was your favorite thing on the entire planet. You claimed that nobody could make it as well as the diner in Newport did, except Bradley himself. (He didn’t tell you how many times it took to get it just right, though. He didn’t want you freaking out over that. And besides, Maverick’s pots and pans that he borrowed had already paid the price.)

He paused for a moment after setting the container down on the counter. “I noticed you went home early today. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine,” you lied as you put the flowers in a vase. But that was no use; he could see right through your monotone response. “Didn’t sleep enough last night.”

Bradley sees your hands tremble slightly. “Sweetheart.”

That’s all he needs to say before you step forward and lean your head against his chest. One arm finds its way around your waist to pull you close, while his free hand smoothes your hair out. A cracked sob escapes your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut in the hopes that if you kept them closed long enough and prayed hard enough, a guardian angel would swoop in and save you.

“I’m here, it’s okay, you’ll be okay,” he murmurs. “You’ll be okay.”

“Please don’t go, Bradshaw,” you begged, voice hoarse. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m right here, don’t worry,” he reminds you, his hand moving down to rub your back. “I’ll be here whenever you need me, I promise.”

You reach your pinky out a bit, and the two of you link your fingers together.

You’re never letting go, and neither is he.

epilogue—soul ties

“I’m trying to shake them off. They won’t let up—shit, I’m hit—”

His panicked voice cuts through the buzz of static and you can feel your whole body go numb. What if he doesn’t make it back… The thought alone is too much to bear.

He curses under his breath and you hear something like that of a whispered prayer and several mentions of Please let me come home to her. Your heart clenches in your chest and you feel like you’re going to puke. Noticing your sudden uneasiness, Maverick grips your hand to keep you steady.

“Bradshaw, what the hell is going on there?” Coyote nervously rubs at his forehead as he looks up at the screen. “If you die, we’re all going to kill you.”

“Left engine’s completely blown out. I have two bogeys on my tail.”

You bite the inside of your cheek until the tangy, metallic taste of blood fills your mouth. This couldn’t be happening. There already was a ghost amongst the skies, and Rooster could not afford to become the second…

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, I’m going down, guys—” Rooster curses again, and the earsplitting sound of a large blast interrupts him before he can say much else.

“Bradley!” you shrieked as you watched his radar signal slowly fade off the screen. “No—”

Silence punctures the air and you finally lose balance, succumbing to the black void of nothingness.

—

10 hours later, you sit outside the hospital room in the cold hallway, a thin, tear-stained blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Hangman and Phoenix had long since given up on getting you to move, so they took turns sitting with you.

“You should try eating. There’s In-N-Out nearby, I’ll get something for you if you want,” Jake offered.

You shake your head.

“Come on. It’s been all day.”

“No.”

“You’re really that worried about him, aren’t you.”

“No,” you muttered bitterly.

“You claim to not care, yet you’ve been sitting here for the past ten hours.”

“I don’t care. This is me looking out for him in the same way any colleague or teammate of his would. This is what I’m supposed to do. What we’re all supposed to do.”

“Y/N.” Jake sounds a bit more serious this time, and this makes you stop trying to bury yourself within your thoughts. “Listen to me.”

“What,” you exhaled.

"The fact of the matter here is,” he cleared this throat, “Bradshaw cares about you…a lot. Not in a simple and innocent ‘friendly’ way. And if you keep pushing him away like you always do, all 'cause you're scared, you're gonna lose him for good. Losing a good man out of fear is never worth the cost."

Your heart stops.

Every hug, every word and cheesy pickup line, every lingering glance and touch and intertwined set of fingers—he'd fallen first long ago, and pulled you down with him. But you let him, and you'll walk to the ends of the earth if it means he'll hold your hand along the way. And that's when everything hits all at once—the realization comes crashing down like a waterfall.

You were hopelessly in love with him, the man who brings you flowers every Friday night. In love with the man who holds the door open for you, gives you his favorite jackets, and stays up late or wakes up early to learn your favorite comfort meal (even if it means failing 17 times in the process and ruining Maverick's kitchen), the man who serenades you to classic rock ballads with the taste of rum on his lips.

This was Rooster Bradshaw, and he was your soulmate.

“But I already lost him,” your voice falters as you struggle to find the right words to say, “I can’t.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. That man is going to stay waiting for you until the day his body is buried six feet underground. Deny it all you want, but he’ll keep waiting long after he takes his last breath.”

You let out a long sigh and stood up. “Okay.”

You’re hesitant as you step inside the small hospital room. He’s asleep, but he must’ve sensed your presence and his eyes flutter open.

“Sweetheart…”

“Bradley.” He moves over a bit for you, and you sit down next to him. “You’re alive.”

“Sorry for not dying. That must’ve disappointed you,” he jokes. If he’s in any sort of pain, he manages to mask it behind a soft smile. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“I waited ten hours.”

“You should’ve gone home and slept.”

Closing your eyes, you rest your head against his chest. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that you weren’t okay.”

He hums some tune against the crook of your neck; lips brushing over your skin. “But I came back, like I promised. I’m okay, because you are.”

Helovesmehelovesmehelovesme.

As if he could read your mind, he leans in just that bit closer. You look up at him and your heart somersaults in your chest.

When your lips meet, everything clicks into place and it’s like you finally found the missing puzzle piece you’d been searching for. He was here all along; it made so much sense. Everything else fades away into the background as you get lost in the feeling of him and him alone. You knew from the moment he stuck out his hand and told you with a million-dollar smile “I’m Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, and I can make a mean lasagna or anything else you want,” that choosing him would be the single best thing you ever could’ve done.

And you were most certainly right about that now.

“I kept it, you know.” he murmurs as you eventually break away, “I didn’t think it would last as long as it did, but here it is.”

“What…what are you talking about?”

He fingers dip below the scoop of his T-shirt and he brings out the glittering charm, laying it in his hand. “You gave it to me ages ago. It was a while ago but I still remember the exact time and place. August 5th, 2010, 2:26 a.m. We were both on the verge of falling asleep.”

Your heart grows warmer. “Roos…”

Rooster opens the locket, and inside is a picture of you beaming as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. So young and so in love, but not yet knowing how you felt about each other.

“I think this is what kept me alive up there. I was in the air long enough to think about and reflect on the fact that I was dying, but I knew I had to come home to you. I was dying, Y/N, but you saved me. If you didn’t come into my life right when you did then I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be telling you that I love you.”

He has you at a loss for words yet again. It didn’t matter that you’d known each other for years because he would always find a way to steal your breath. The once-tiny caterpillars crawling in your stomach had morphed into giant butterflies that never stopped fluttering when he came too close.

He leans in and he’s kissing you again; this time it’s like you’re his sole source of oxygen and he’s in desperate need of fresh air. Your grip on his hand tightens as he deepens the kiss, and you pray to God that your heart won’t explode into a million pieces like it did when you thought you wouldn’t see him again.

I’ve died and come back to life twice now, Rooster tells himself.

And both of those times, you’re the angel that magically appears to save him from a certain, unfortunate fate.

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sofiatarot · 5 months ago

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Pick a Card: Messages from Your Inner Child

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Group 1

The emotional energy in this reading is overwhelming in the best way—so much love, hope, and joy are calling out to you. The presence of so many cups is a reminder of your ability to dream big and feel deeply. That child, the one that once believed in endless possibilities, is asking you to reconnect. They want you to remember how to envision a life filled with genuine happiness, where your heart leads the way.

A wave of nostalgia or familiar feelings might be washing over you lately. This isn’t meant to trap you in the past but to help you rediscover what has always made you feel alive. Think of it as a chance to reignite old passions, revisit the dreams you once held close, and merge them with the person you’ve become.

If you’ve been feeling stuck or unsure of your next step, there’s a gentle encouragement here to pause and reassess. Sometimes, the most meaningful progress comes from letting go of control and allowing things to unfold naturally. You don’t have to rush. You’re being guided toward clarity and purpose, and it’s closer than you think.

Rest is also a theme that keeps coming through. If life has felt overwhelming, take this as permission to slow down. Your most vibrant ideas and creations will come to life when you allow yourself the time to recharge. Listen to what your energy levels are telling you—your creativity thrives when you honor your limits.

The relationships in your life are also under the spotlight. There’s so much healing and joy to be found in the connections that matter most. Focus on nurturing those bonds that make you feel supported and understood, while releasing those that no longer align with who you are becoming.

You’re stepping into a chapter of self-confidence and creative power. All the obstacles you’ve faced have been building your resilience, and now you’re ready to take charge. The little kid that has always believed in your unique spark is urging you to embrace it fully.

And lastly, if you’ve been struggling with indecision, trust that your heart already knows the way. You’ve grown so much, and your inner wisdom is strong. Let it guide you forward with courage and an open heart.

Group 2

The emotional journey you’ve been on hasn’t been easy, but the little child that has always believed in your strength is here to remind you of your power. There’s a message about finding balance again, especially when it comes to honoring your needs. You’ve been through moments of doubt, but those do not define you—they are part of your growth.

You’re in a period of transformation, even if it feels messy or uncertain. This side of you, the one that sees change as an opportunity rather than a challenge, is encouraging you to trust the process. Even in moments of stillness or delay, there is progress happening beneath the surface.

Honesty with yourself is key. If you’ve been pushing emotions aside or avoiding certain truths, it’s time to face them with compassion. Vulnerability can be intimidating, but it’s also incredibly liberating. The part of you that feels deeply wants you to know that it’s okay to let those feelings out—they’ll lead you to clarity.

They also highlight your incredible perseverance. Despite the setbacks or challenges you’ve faced, you’ve continued to push forward. The strength you’ve built over time is a testament to your resilience, and it’s something to be proud of. Let this remind you that you can handle whatever lies ahead.

Your dreams and desires are calling out to you, and now is the time to realign with what truly matters. That small kid that used to dream freely wants you to listen closely—what do you really want, beyond the expectations of others? Take a moment to explore this question and let it guide your next steps.

There’s also encouragement to trust your inner light, the light they offer. Even when things feel heavy, that spark of creativity and passion within you remains strong. Don’t let setbacks dim your fire—you have so much to offer, and the world needs to see it.

Finally, this is a call to let go of self-judgment. Please, forgive yourself for the times you’ve stumbled or felt unsure. The little you that always wanted the best for your future is proud of how far you’ve come. Keep moving forward with an open heart and trust that brighter days are ahead.

Group 3

The path ahead is filled with potential, and this child that thrives on dreaming big and exploring possibilities is ready to guide you. This reading is about finding balance—between ambition and rest, dreaming and doing. The decisions you’re weighing right now are important, and deep down, you already know which direction feels most aligned with your heart.

The idea of partnership and connection comes through strongly. You don’t have to navigate this journey alone. Your inner child wants you to lean on others when needed. Whether it’s a friend, mentor, or partner, allow yourself to receive help and encouragement—it’s not a weakness but a strength.

Creativity is knocking at your door, and you’re being encouraged to open up to new possibilities. That playful, curious part of yourself wants you to experiment, take risks, and embrace imperfection. Progress doesn’t come from perfection; it comes from showing up and trying.

This is also a moment to evaluate what truly matters. If you’ve been juggling too many responsibilities, it’s time to prioritize. Let go of anything that feels heavy or misaligned with your goals. Simplifying your focus will bring clarity and energy to what truly lights you up.

Your sense of worth is another important theme. The version of you that always believed in abundance wants to remind you that you’re deserving of good things. Whether in your career, relationships, or personal pursuits, don’t settle for less than what you know you deserve.

They also acknowledge the mental challenges you’ve faced. If you’ve been feeling uncertain or overwhelmed, take a step back. They know that clarity often comes when you look at the bigger picture. Trust that the answers you’re seeking will reveal themselves in time.

Lastly, there’s a reminder to believe in your ability to overcome challenges. The courage and wisdom you’ve cultivated are tools that will carry you forward. You have what it takes to navigate any obstacle and create the life you’ve been dreaming of.

Group 4

You’ve overcome so much, and the part of you that has always been your biggest supporter is asking you to take a moment to acknowledge your resilience. Even in difficult times, you’ve found ways to rise and keep going. That strength is something to celebrate.

This reading speaks to releasing fear and stepping into your power. Limiting beliefs and self-doubt may have held you back before, but it’s time to let them go. You’re capable of creating the life you’ve always wanted, and that inner voice encouraging you knows it’s true.

Change is a central theme here. You’re in the midst of a powerful transformation, even if it feels uncertain or uncomfortable. This part of you wants to remind you that every ending leads to a new beginning. Trust the process and know that you’re being guided toward something greater.

Intuition is a powerful tool for you right now. Your inner guidance has always been strong, and it’s especially important to listen to it now. That quiet, knowing voice within you will lead you toward the right choices—trust it fully.

You’re also being reminded of your limitless potential. The part of you that once saw the world as full of adventure wants you to reconnect with that perspective. Don’t let fear or past setbacks keep you from reaching for your dreams.

Relationships and connections are a focus here as well. Surround yourself with people who uplift and inspire you. Let go of any relationships that feel draining or misaligned with your values. The people who truly care about you will support your growth wholeheartedly.

Finally, there’s a call to celebrate the abundance already present in your life. Gratitude is a powerful force, and by focusing on the good, you’ll attract even more joy and prosperity. Keep your heart open and trust that beautiful things are on their way.

xoxo 🌙

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year ago

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Oooh! A great Gavin Finney (Good Omens Director of Photography) interview with Helen Parkinson for the British Cinematographer! :)

HEAVEN SENT

Gifted a vast creative landscape from two of fantasy’s foremost authors to play with, Gavin Finney BSC reveals how he crafted the otherworldly visuals for Good Omens 2.

It started with a letter from beyond the grave. Following fantasy maestro Sir Terry Pratchett’s untimely death in 2015, Neil Gaiman decided he wouldn’t adapt their co-authored 1990 novel, Good Omens, without his collaborator. That was, until he was presented with a posthumous missive from Pratchett asking him to do just that.

For Gaiman, it was a request that proved impossible to decline: he brought Good Omens season one to the screen in 2019, a careful homage to its source material. His writing, complemented by some inspired casting – David Tennant plays the irrepressible demon Crowley, alongside Michael Sheen as angel-slash-bookseller Aziraphale – and award-nominated visuals from Gavin Finney BSC, proved a potent combination for Prime Video viewers.

Aziraphale’s bookshop was a set design triumph.

Season two departs from the faithful literary adaptation of its predecessor, instead imagining what comes next for Crowley and Aziraphale. Its storyline is built off a conversation that Pratchett and Gaiman shared during a jetlagged stay in Seattle for the 1989 World Fantasy Convention. Gaiman remembers: “The idea was always that we would tell the story that Terry and I came up with in 1989 in Seattle, but that we would do that in our own time and in our own way. So, once Good Omens (S1) was done, all I knew was that I really, really wanted to tell the rest of the story.”

Telling that story visually may sound daunting, but cinematographer Finney is no stranger to the wonderfully idiosyncratic world of Pratchett and co. As well as lensing Good Omens’ first outing, he’s also shot three other Pratchett stories – TV mini series Hogfather (2006), and TV mini-series The Colour of Magic (2008) and Going Postal (2010).

He relishes how the authors provide a vast creative landscape for him to riff off. “The great thing about Pratchett and Gaiman is that there’s no limit to what you can do creatively – everything is up for grabs,” he muses. “When we did the first Pratchett films and the first Good Omens, you couldn’t start by saying, ‘Okay, what should this look like?’, because nothing looks like Pratchett’s world. So, you’re starting from scratch, with no references, and that starting point can be anything you want it to be.”

Season two saw the introduction of inside-outside sets for key locations including Aziraphale’s bookshop.

From start to finish

The sole DP on the six-episode season, Finney was pleased to team up again with returning director Douglas Mackinnon for the “immensely complicated” shoot, and the pair began eight weeks of prep in summer 2021. A big change was the production shifting the main soho set from Bovington airfield, near London, up to Edinburgh’s Pyramids Studio. Much of the action in Good Omens takes place on the Soho street that’s home to Aziraphale’s bookshop, which was built as an exterior set on the former airfield for season one. Season two, however, saw the introduction of inside-outside sets for key locations including the bookshop, record store and pub, to minimise reliance on green screen.

Finney brought over many elements of his season one lensing, especially Mackinnon’s emphasis on keeping the camera moving, which involved lots of prep and testing. “We had a full-time Scorpio 45’ for the whole shoot (run by key grip Tim Critchell and his team), two Steadicam operators (A camera – Ed Clark and B camera Martin Newstead) all the way through, and in any one day we’d often go from Steadicam, to crane, to dolly and back again,” he says. “The camera is moving all the time, but it’s always driven by the story.”

One key difference for season two, however, was the move to large-format visuals. Finney tested three large-format cameras and the winner was the Alexa LF (assisted by the Mini LF where conditions required), thanks to its look and flexibility.

The minisodes were shot on Cooke anamorphics, giving Finney the ideal balance of anamorphic-style glares and characteristics without too much veiling flare.

A more complex decision was finding the right lenses for the job. “You hear about all these whizzy new lenses that are re-barrelled ancient Russian glass, but I needed at least two full sets for the main unit, then another set for the second unit, then maybe another set again for the VFX unit,” Finney explains. “If you only have one set of this exotic glass, it’s no good for the show.”

He tested a vast array of lenses before settling on Zeiss Supremes, supplied by rental house Media Dog. These ticked all the boxes for the project: “They had a really nice look – they’re a modern design but not over sharp, which can look a bit electronic and a bit much, especially with faces. When you’re dealing with a lot of wigs and prosthetics, we didn’t want to go that sharp. The Supremes had a very nice colour palette and nice roll-off. They’re also much smaller than a lot of large-format glass, so that made it easy for Steadicam and remote cranes. They also provided additional metadata, which was very useful for the VFX department (VFX services were provided by Milk VFX).”

The Supremes were paired with a selection of filters to characterise the show’s varied locations and characters. For example, Tiffen Bronze Glimmerglass were paired with bookshop scenes; Black Pro-Mist was used for Hell; and Black Diffusion FX for Crowley’s present-day storyline.

Finney worked closely with the show’s DIT, Donald MacSween, and colourist, Gareth Spensley, to develop the look for the minisode.

Maximising minisodes

Episodes two, three and four of season two each contain a ‘minisode’ – an extended flashback set in Biblical times, 1820s Edinburgh and wartime London respectively. “Douglas wanted the minisodes to have very strong identities and look as different from the present day as possible, so we’d instantly know we were in a minisode and not the present day,” Finney explains.

One way to shape their distinctive look was through using Cooke anamorphic lenses. As Finney notes: “The Cookes had the right balance of controllable, anamorphic-style flares and characteristics without having so much veiling flare that they would be hard to use on green screens. They just struck the right balance of aesthetics, VFX requirements and availability.” The show adopted the anamorphic aspect ratio (2:39.1), an unusual move for a comedy, but one which offered them more interesting framing opportunities.

Good Omens 2 was shot on the Alexa LF, paired with Zeiss Supremes for the present-day scenes.

The minisodes were also given various levels of film grain to set them apart from the present-day scenes. Finney first experimented with this with the show’s DIT Donald MacSween using the DaVinci Resolve plugin FilmConvert. Taking that as a starting point, the show’s colourist, Company 3’s Gareth Spensley, then crafted his own film emulation inspired by two-strip Technicolor. “There was a lot of testing in the grade to find the look for these minisodes, with different amounts of grain and different types of either Technicolor three-strip or two-strip,” Finney recalls. “Then we’d add grain and film weave on that, then on top we added film flares. In the Biblical scenes we added more dust and motes in the air.”

Establishing the show’s lighting was a key part of Finney’s testing process, working closely with gaffer Scott Napier and drawing upon PKE Lighting’s inventory. Good Omens’ new Scottish location posed an initial challenge: as the studio was in an old warehouse rather than being purpose-built for filming, its ceilings weren’t as high as one would normally expect. This meant Finney and Napier had to work out a low-profile way of putting in a lot of fixtures.

Inside Crowley’s treasured Bentley.

Their first task was to test various textiles, LED wash lights and different weight loadings, to establish what they were working with for the street exteriors. “We worked out that what was needed were 12 SkyPanels per 20’x20’ silk, so each one was a block of 20’x20’, then we scaled that up,” Finney recalls. “I wanted a very seamless sky, so I used full grid cloth which made it very, very smooth. That was important because we’ve got lots of cars constantly driving around the set and the sloped windscreens reflect the ceiling. So we had to have seamless textiles – PKE had to source around 12,000 feet of textiles so that we could put them together, so the reflections in the windscreens of the cars just showed white gridcloth rather than lots of stage lights. We then drove the car around the set to test it from different angles.”

On the floor, they mostly worked with LEDs, providing huge energy and cost savings for the production. Astera’s Titan Tubes came in handy for a fun flashback scene with John Hamm’s character Gabriel. The DP remembers: “[Gabriel] was travelling down a 30-foot feather tunnel. We built a feather tunnel on the stage and wrapped it in a ring of Astera tubes, which were then programmed by dimmer op Jon Towler to animate, pulse and change different colours. Each part of Gabriel’s journey through his consciousness has a different colour to it.”

Among the rigs built was a 20-strong Creamsource Vortex setup for the graveyard scene in the “Body Snatchers” minisode, shot in Stirling. “We took all the yokes off each light then put them on a custom-made aluminium rig so we could have them very close. We put them up on a big telehandler on a hill that gave me a soft mood light, which was very adjustable, windproof and rainproof.”

Shooting on the VP stage for the birth of the universe scenes in episode one.

Sky’s the limit

A lot of weather effects were done in camera – including lightning effects pulsed in that allowed both direct fork lightning and sheet lightning to spread down the streets. In the grade, colourist Spensley was also able to work his creative magic on the show’s skies. “Gareth is a very artistic colourist – he’s a genius at changing skies,” Finney says. “Often in the UK you get these very boring, flat skies, but he’s got a library of dramatic skies that you can drop in. That would usually be done by VFX, but he’s got the ability to do it in Baselight, so a flat sky suddenly becomes a glorious sunset.”

Finney emphasises that the grade is a very involved process for a series like Good Omens, especially with its VFX-heavy nature. “This means VFX sequences often need extra work when it comes back into the timeline,” says the DP. “So, we often add camera movement or camera shake to crank the image up a bit. Having a colourist like Gareth is central to a big show like Good Omens, to bring all the different visual elements together and to make it seamless. It’s quite a long grade process but it’s worth its weight in gold.”

Shooting in the VR cube for the blitz scenes .

Finney took advantage of virtual production (VP) technology for the driving scenes in Crowley’s classic Bentley. The volume was built on their Scottish set: a 4x7m cube with a roof that could go up and down on motorised winches as needed. “We pulled the cars in and out on skates – they went up on little jacks, which you could then rotate and move the car around within the volume,” he explains. “We had two floating screens that we could move around to fill in and use as additional source lighting. Then we had generated plates – either CGI or real location plates –projected 360º around the car. Sometimes we used the volume in-camera but if we needed to do more work downstream; we’d use a green screen frustum.” Universal Pixels collaborated with Finney to supply in-camera VFX expertise, crew and technical equipment for the in-vehicle driving sequences and rear projection for the crucial car shots.

John Hamm was suspended in the middle of this lighting rig and superimposed into the feather tunnel.

Interestingly, while shooting at a VP stage in Leith, the team also used the volume as a huge, animated light source in its own right – a new technique for Finney. “We had the camera pointing away from [the volume] so the screen provided this massive, IMAX-sized light effect for the actors. We had a simple animation of the expanding universe projected onto the screen so the actors could actually see it, and it gave me the animated light back on the actors.”

Bringing such esteemed authors’ imaginations to the screen is no small task, but Finney was proud to helped bring Crowley and Aziraphale’s adventures to life once again. He adds: “What’s nice about Good Omens, especially when there’s so much bad news in the world, is that it’s a good news show. It’s a very funny show. It’s also about good and evil, love and doing the right thing, people getting together irrespective of backgrounds. It’s a hopeful message, and I think that that’s what we all need.”

Finney is no stranger to the idiosyncratic world of Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.

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Our Time is Limited (18+)

Part II

Pairing: Emperor Geta x Reader

-- Platonic/former lover relationship with Emperor Caracalla x Reader

Synopsis: Reader has belonged to Caracalla for as long as she can remember, her job has been to love and serve him in the quiet moments when even the attention of a concubine cannot suffice. She has served the emperor in whatever capacity he desired. Through the years her love for him grew beyond what many would have deemed proper for one in her position of employment, but it was not a romantic love. The presence of disease had stolen the man she'd once given everything to. Left to care for Caracalla in the midst of his break from reality, Emperor Geta and the reader are forced to admit the feelings they've long harbored for one another.

Warnings: SMUT/sexual acts + "cheating" (but not really, Caracalla and reader no longer have that kind of relationship) + alcohol consumption + language (?)

A/N: Well... when I said the crazy emperors had my brain... I wasn't lying. I have not abandoned my Marcus Acacius story... I just needed to get this off my mind. That said, there may be one more part of this depending on how I feel and how this does. I apologize for any mistakes. I wrote this in a couple of hours.

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Hovering in the background, you squeezed between the spectators, inching closer to the emperors. The copper-headed pair sat surrounded by their entourage of concubines and common whores whose sole purpose was to entertain, to give in to the whims of the men they served. Your role was not entirely different, and yet, you were to be set apart from the others. Your presence at these events was required, but the emperors would sooner murder than allow the public to view you in the same light as those whose hands roamed their bodies in public. You served a much more intimate purpose. Therefore, you kept your distance, leaving just enough space between yourself and them so that no eyes would wonder and question.

Out of the corner of his eye, Emperor Geta caught your approach. His eyes locked onto you, searching for any sign of anxiety or nerves. He knew without question that you desired to be anywhere but here, and still, he didn't doubt that your loyalty remained strong. Your features were stoney and severe with your attention falling to his brother whose eyes were on the scantly clad man sat before him. The burnt orange of your stola matched the hue his brother famously loved and complimented the bare expanse of skin along the shapely curve of your arms and shoulders. You were positively stunning, every bit the measure of the well-to-do women who adorned their husbands' arms.

Satisfied that nothing was amiss, Geta hesitated for a moment, seeing the weariness behind your eyes. Something troubled you, but given the state of his brother's mental well-being, it was likely as anything that was the cause of your worry. With nothing to be done at the time, he reached for the concubine he’d carted along for the day's festivities. Hauling her close, he let the weight of her hand against his chest, settle the crashing energy that sang through his body, but nothing was a match for the intensity of the fight that erupted amongst the gladiators.

The fight was brutal and quick. The larger man crumpled into a bloody heap, soaking the marble floor in a sea of sickly scarlet. The pool smeared beneath the weight of his body as the guards dragged him out of the room. The grunts and moans of pain were soon replaced by the questioning trill of Emperor Geta. The fight had clearly impressed him. The eloquent sound of poetry rolling off the tongue of the victor caught you as strange, but now was not the time to linger. With the crowd in awe and Geta keyed up, it felt like the appropriate moment to slink back into oblivion.

You maneuvered down a darkened hall, the only light poured in amber waves along the stone from the torches that lined the walls. The walk passed without note, the distant sound of chatter gave way to the echo of your sandaled feet. Each step brought you further from the chaos of the arena and for that you were grateful. No matter how many games you saw, the violence never grew more appealing. You couldn’t blame the emperors for enjoying the joys they were afforded in life, but that did nothing to change your opinion. They could eat, drink, fuck, and enjoy whatever and whomever they desired. Your job was simply to be there when called. No questions or judgment, and that was more than enough for you to handle.

The sudden clomp of footfalls barreling down the corridor sent electricity singing down your spine. Snapping back in their direction, you reached for the blade which sat flush along your thigh. The metal was warm to the touch, the heat of your body having warmed it palpably. No sooner had you freed it of its holster, than a familiar face rounded the corner. Emperor Geta’s pale face glowed oddly in the flickering light, the shadows casting his features in mystery. Sliding your weapon back into place, you stayed rooted to the spot and waited the mere seconds it took for him to close the space between you.

“Where are you going?” His voice was soft as he crowded into your space. His hands flexed at his sides, itching to touch you, to hold you close, but that was a line he couldn’t bring himself to cross, if only for the sake of his brother’s well-being. “My brother… he calls for you.”

Your face dropped to the floor, unable to stand the burn of his molten stare. “I am unwell… my-my head.” The lie was partially rooted in truth. The violence of the fight brought back memories of a long past day that led you to the gates of the palace, in need of a kindness that only those in power could grant you. The simple memory of which brought you real physical pain.

“Have you eaten today? Perhaps some wine and bread could cure what ails you. I have selected the best for our celebration.” A thin smile flashed upon the emperor’s face, pulling the corner of his lips up in a beautiful tilt though the grin didn’t meet his eyes.

“As much as I adore your taste in wine, I do not believe any amount of drink will ease the pain I am feeling. Now if you’ll excuse me, Emperor.” The swish of your stola brushing against your skin sounded as you turned away.

Panic flashed hot forcing Geta to move… to speak. “Wait!” His outstretched hand sat in the space between you for only a moment before dropping back to his side. “He needs you… he’s- he’s struggling. Today is not a good day.”

“I am aware, but he has you.”

“But I am not the one he desires.” Once again, Geta stepped closer, pleading with you to listen. “I fear what he will do, how he will act before the public today without you by his side. Please, for his sake… and for my own. Care for him as only you are able.”

The sheen that pooled in Geta’s eyes was enough to flip your stomach. This cruel and vicious man held his heart wide for those he loved. It was a select few, but those he cared for in that way were not only adored beyond measure but treated with a life only he could provide. There was a true sincerity to it. He held his brother dear despite the many rumors that circulated about the pair. Caracalla had long since been the subject of jokes and cruel speculation. It was true, the illness that plagued his loins had spread to his brain, eating away at the once vibrant and loving man he’d once been. And yet, no matter how much he’d lost to the disease, there was always a thread of his former self there to reel him in and back to reality.

But as of late, that thin connection between reality and fantasy had grown more fragile. It took a delicate hand to keep Caracalla balanced, especially in front of important company and prying eyes. You and Emperor Geta were the cherished few who had the ability to return Caracalla to this world, and increasingly, your loving touch seemed to be the only thing that worked.

“I understand. I will do what is necessary.” You nodded shallowly, acknowledging the favor the emperor had asked of you. “Let us not linger, it is unwise for him to be alone with those vultures you surround yourselves with.”

A flicker of shock at your boldness shot across his features, but he decided against pursuing the thoughts and questions that flooded his mind. Instead, he settled with a simple statement of thanks before guiding you back to his brother.

The murmur of people grew louder with each passing step until it reached a tipping point. Back inside the space you’d fled so quickly, you searched the crowd for Caracalla. It took only seconds to find him, standing beside the table overflowing with treats and wine. Your approach was lost on him, his entire focus settled on selecting the next delicacy. With his stability in question, you knew it would be wise to make your presence known before stepping into the space beside him.

“Emperor Caracalla!” The youthful man turned to find the person who’d spoken, and at the sight of you, an enormous grin erupted from ear to ear across his pockmarked face. “What delicious finds have you discovered for us today?!” The shirtless man who’d accompanied the emperor from before took one look at you and decided he was no longer needed. Relieved of his duty, he retreated to stand with the group of concubines that had formed near the entrance, greeting the guests as they moved to and fro.

“My dear!” Crumbs adorned the corners of his mouth as he held the remnants of a pastry in his hand. “Come! You must try this! It is simply delightful!”

The emperor met you halfway, holding out the last bite for you to take. You could feel the stares that descended upon the pair of you as he held the last bite to your lips. You opened for him, luxuriating in the sweetness that coated your tongue. Caracalla’s eyes gleamed with delight at the sound of your satisfied hum of appreciation unaware of how this interaction would appear to others.

“It was delicious. Thank you for sharing.” You reached for his face and brushed away the flecks of baked dough that clung to his makeuped countenance. Avoiding the open marks that even rouge could not cover, you pushed through the pain to give him the smile he so clearly wanted to see. The boyish wonder in his eyes was catching.

The emperor’s fragile hands settled on your waist. His touch was not that of a lover, but that of a young man desperate for the attention and love he deserved. Holding you close as he spoke. “Where did you go? I’d thought you’d left me.” Caracalla paused for a moment intending to let you speak, but the furrow of your brows kept the words flowing. “Are you all right? Your brow is pinched. You only get that look when you are in pain.”

Tenderly, you swept a stray hair away from his temple. “I am as well as can be expected, and please, forgive me for my momentary absence. The swell of noise during the fight was too much for me to handle. But I am here now. I would never leave you.”

“But you are not well… I can see it here. It is one of your head pains.” The pad of his finger ran between your brows and down the bridge of your nose. “You need not be brave for me. You must rest, there will be many more games for you to enjoy.”

Sensing a pair of knowing eyes upon you, your attention flicked in the direction of Emperor Geta and found him watching just as you’d suspected. Even without words, you knew exactly what he asked. The nearly imperceptible nod of your head assured him that you were going to uphold your promise.

“I appreciate your kindness, Emperor, but my place is here… with you. There will be time for rest later. Besides, I’m sure a steady flow of wine and pastries would do me good.” You forced yourself to smile once more before heading toward the table. “Join me. Tell me what I must try!”

A gleeful laugh bubbled from Caracalla as he followed quickly behind. The pair of you stayed like this, tasting and drinking until it was time to retreat to the Emperors’ box for the games. Focused only on the task at hand, your eyes never ventured into the arena. Rather, you studied the way Caracalla moved, the cadence of his speech, admiring the way his eyes lit up at the clash of swords. Through all this, unbeknownst to you, Geta’s attention split between the violence unfolding before him and yourself. He clung to the sound of your laughter and marked the hazy film that unfocused your gaze the longer the day drug on. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt the pain you’d claimed to be ailed by earlier had grown nearly unbearable, and yet your attention never wavered. The dedication you showed his brother filled him with something he couldn’t label. The warmth low in his belly belied just how fully he’d come to care for you.

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Night had settled upon the emperors' residence. The halls fluttered with torchlight, but the depths of Geta’s chambers were a murky gray, illuminated only by the moon filtering through curtains that swayed in the breeze. The concubines he’d selected to entertain his needs lay spread out over his bed, their bare skin damp with sweat from the night’s activities. The only sound besides that of their gentle breathing was the rustle of the soldiers posted outside his door. One could never be too careful.

The blissful silence had him drifting into sleep when the sudden thunder of banging upon his door ripped him from the edge of slumber. Sitting bolt upright in bed, he reached for the knife that sat beneath his pillow, ready to defend himself should the need arise. Geta’d barely managed to extricate himself from the pile of limbs he’d been entangled with and don his robes when the frantic call of your voice pleading with his praetorian sent dread running through his limbs. Heavy with worry and lack of sleep, he pushed across the large room and ripped open the door.

The movement was followed by your lithe frame pushing inside his chambers, and what he saw only heightened his fear. Crimson stained your cheek, running down the smooth expanse of your neck before soaking into the luscious fabric of the robe you had wrapped around yourself. He recognized it at once as belonging to Caracalla. The fact that you’d been attending to his brother was not unexpected, but the wound that marred your face was terrifying.

“You’re hurt! Tell me at once who did this to you!?” Geta’s voice shook with the effort it took to maintain his control. Behind him, the stirring of his “guests” went unnoticed. His calloused fingers wiped gently at the oozing cut along the top of your cheek. You’d flinched from the pain, reaching for his wrist to still his ministrations. Frozen in place at the feeling of your touch, he waited barely breathing for your response.

“It’s your brother! He woke in a fit, he… he didn’t recognize me. He tried to- he thou- he thought I was there to kill him. He-”

“He did this to you?!” It wasn’t so much a question to you, but to himself for this was the thing he’d always feared. The day in which even your presence wouldn’t be enough to return him to this world.

“Yes.” You whispered, afraid of what this could mean for the beautiful men you’d come to adore after all this time. The pain in Geta’s eyes at your confusion was crushing. “I am so sorry, Geta.”

“Do not apologize. I will take care of this.” Forced to let go of you, he spoke quickly with his guards before dismissing his guests. The women scrambled for any scrap of clothing they could find and made their hasty exit.

Moving on his command, the soldiers hastened toward Caracalla’s chamber, leaving you behind with Geta. Alone, he grabbed for a chiton that lay draped over the chair beside him. Reaching for you, he pressed the cloth to your cheek applying pressure as he spoke, “Stay here, and keep this on the wound until I return. When I leave, lock the door behind me and open for no one other than myself. Understand?”

“Yes.” A slight nod from him was all he managed before turning to follow his praetorian.

Doing as you were told, you soon moved further into the room. You admired the lived-in feel it maintained despite the solid marble that made up every surface. The bed sat disheveled, clearly the night's adventures had been rather boisterous. Staring at the tangle of sheets, you felt the bile rise in your stomach. You laid no claim upon Geta and yet you couldn’t stop the bubble of envy that stirred in your soul.

The breeze fluttered through the curtains allowing you to peer beyond the protective walls of the palace to the streets of Rome. Even at this late hour, people moved about. Some lit their path with flame while others remained shrouded in darkness, praying they could slither about unnoticed. It took only a few more steps to reach the balcony. Fresh air filled your lungs as you leaned against the entryway, your nerves still buzzing with anxiety. Time slipped by unreliably. Each minute an hour, fraying the last of your resolve into shreds.

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Eventually, a soft knock accompanied by Geta’s worn voice pulled you across the room. Petrified to know what had become of the situation, you hesitated before opening the door. The wood groaned under your touch, but it was the tear-streaked face that lay on the other side that nearly stopped your heart.

“What happened?” You inquired, giving Geta space to slip inside his room. The loud thunk of the lock being placed filled the silence before he gathered the strength to speak.

Reaching for the cloth you pressed to your cheek, his voice trembled, the gravel in it even more present. “It is taken care of.” The soft thump of the chiton hitting the floor punctuated his confession. The pit in your stomach was anything but relieved by his answer.

“What does that mean?” You searched for signs of gore along the cuffs of his robes, terrified of what you might find.

“He’s sedated. May the gods right his mind during this sleep.” You watched Geta as he scanned over the now-clotted wound along your cheek. Though you couldn’t see, there was no doubt that deep shades of blue and purple had already begun to bloom alongside where the knife had sliced your skin.

“Come here. We must clean this or risk infection.” He moved toward the nearby table.

“It is alright. I can take care of it myself. There is acetum and honey in Caracalla’s chamber. There is no need to waste your supply or your time. You must be exhausted.” Tired only of pretending, Geta’s sturdy frame crowded your space, backing you gently into the cool expanse of stone next to the doorframe. With nowhere to go, you forced yourself to look him in the eye for the first time since he’d returned from tending to his brother.

Words clawed at the back of your throat, trapped beneath the swell of emotions that burned the bridge of your nose. As if moving on their own accorded, Geta’s sure hands found the curve of your waist and the stained column of your neck. Resting his brow against yours, the warmth of his breath drifted over your face as he spoke. “Stay here... with me. I do not care for the idea of you alone with him. Not after this.”

Geta’s chapped lips brushed over yours, never quite embracing the plush expanse of your mouth, but it was more than enough to send a flush rushing over your skin. Your lungs hitched at the feeling of his mouth falling to the hollow of your neck. He hovered over your body, only catching skin for fractions of a second at a time. Your hands found him, running the length of his chest before dipping inside his robes to trace light lines over the ripple of muscle that lay beneath the surface. Geta’s own lungs caught at the press of your hand low upon his abdomen.

Your whisper at the shell of his ear locked him in place. “I cannot stay, you know this. My place is with him.”

“That is only half the truth and you know it. You feel it the same as I… you belong here… with me. You always have.”

“My contract would say otherwise.” The raw ache in your voice pulled Geta back to look at your face. Silver pools threatened to fall as you continued, “Until your brother passes or frees me from his service, I belong to him and no other. It matters not what I feel for you.”

“You cannot believe that.”

“Then what am I to believe?” Defiantly, you pressed the flat of your palms to his chest and pushed him back further. “He is the emperor of Rome, the same as you. To defy him would mean my death, even you could not overrule that.”

“He would he would never have to know.”

“Secrets move like lightning in this palace. There would be no keeping this from him.” You moved to make your exit, but the firm grip of Geta’s hand on your wrist kept you from fleeing. You whipped to face him, striking with your words like a snake, “My death would be on your hands and I do not want that weighing on your conscience. Not now, too much rests on your shoulders. If you feel for me as you say you do… then you know what we must be to each other. We can have nothing more.”

“I’m tired of waiting, of pretending that I want anyone but you warming my bed. You are what I desire, what I have always desired. Must I continue to lie to appease my brother?”

“Your brother’s time grows short. I will not squander it and neither should you!”

“There are enemies around every corner, there is no promise of tomorrow. Why should I deny myself what I want most?” Swiftly, Geta hauled you close, his lips crashed against yours, devouring the taste of you. With your back against the wall once more, he slotted his thigh between your own, pressing you down upon himself and earning the most glorious moan from your lips. Caution was thrown to the gods as you threaded your fingers through his hair, holding firm to the roots as he palmed your breasts over your robes. The swipe of his thumb over your nipple sent shivers down your spine and sparked a newfound energy in the emperor.

He wanted more, needed more. The sounds of your altered breathing, paired with the dampness pooling along his thigh gave him the permission to keep going. With practiced ease, he untied the knot at your waist, and pushed the oversized robe from your shoulders, exposing you to him.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiled against your skin as he spoke. His lips worked a line of fire from the hollow of your neck to your chest. The talented flick of his tongue over your nipple had you gasping for air. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Tiny whimpers from you accompanied his continued journey south. Dropping to his knees, he found himself mesmerized by the feeling of your skin beneath his lips. Calloused hands roamed the broad expanse of your stomach before dropping to explore your thighs.

Geta nipped and sucked at the skin there, leaving marks only he’d know existed. Nearly to where you needed to feel him the most, the emperor pulled back, leaving your skin on fire and your need unfulfilled. A whine ripped from your lungs as your eyes dropped to look at him, and what you found was intoxicating. Geta’s eyes were blown, the rich brown was hidden behind his pupils. Lust had replaced all other emotions.

Your fingers ran through his soft strands in a feeble attempt at guiding him back to you. When you felt him resist, you finally spoke. “Why have you stopped?”

Geta’s strong hands gripped the back of your legs, keeping you steady as he spoke. “Believe me when I say this, I love you. Nothing will stand between us. I vow to protect you until my dying day”

The emperor didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, his mouth returned to you, this time right where you’d wanted him before. The steady pressure of his lips around your sensitive bud would have been enough to bring you over the edge, but the insistent curl of his fingers in your core had you keening. Geta hummed against you adding to the pleasure. It had been far too long since you’d felt the loving touch of another. What existed between you and Caracalla had never made it to this point. For certain, there had been romantic moments, sensual touches, and lust-fueled encounters, but those had long since ceased. Even prior to the onset of his illness things had begun to shift. But the real change had come upon him falling ill. This had brought about a necessary departure from that kind of bond. The disease that stole him from reality also stole him from the urges that all humans felt, leaving you to take care of yourself in those moments for far too long.

But in this room, surrounded by only moonlight, and the man at your feet, you found yourself again. It took only a few more well-placed strokes of his fingers for Geta to bring you over the edge. Sparks tore through your body, causing your muscles to spam and your core to clench in rhythmic waves around his fingers. Carefully, Geta worked you through your release stopping only once he felt your body relax. Unsure of your ability to stay standing on your own, he stood to full height, capturing your lips at once.

You could taste yourself upon his lips, earning him a heady groan. Wanting to hear more of you, he brought his slick-covered fingers to your mouth, running his calloused fingers lips along them before dipping past your lips. The plush heat of your tongue swirling around him, sent his head spinning as he purred in your ear. “Good girl.”

You could feel him hard against your stomach, his own robes were now damp with arousal. The desire to return the favor was overwhelming, and had it not been for his next request, you’d have dropped to your knees just then. Geta smoothly whispered. “Let me take you to bed, even if it’s just for tonight. Let me love you the way you deserve.”

Geta’s wide palms slid over your backside before lifting you gracefully into his arms. Stumbling back to his bed, he lowered you into the expanse of soft sheets that covered the mattress. With you safe and settled, he stepped back and removed his robe. Dropping the burgundy and gold material to the ground, his fist ran the length of his cock, tearing a hiss from between his teeth as he rolled over the throbbing tip.

Geta’s self-control crumbled at the sight of you sprawled out before him. Your hands roamed your own body fluttering over your core and massaging your breasts. With each pass of your fingers, his need to feel you wrapped around him grew too much to bear. Done with waiting, done with watching, the emperor lowered himself on top of you, collecting your slick with his member before easing himself inside. Geta’s strong arms caged you in, blocking out everything but the feeling of you and him together. He searched for your lips, needing to kiss you, but the embrace soon turned into nothing more than swallowing each other's moans. Each roll of his hips brought you closer to the edge once more, even as he clung to the final shred of himself.

“Geta, please…” The pitiful sound of his name tumbling from your lips, accompanied the drag of your nails along his back. Your actions were sure to have left a mark, but it mattered not. With one final pull at the base of his hair, Geta let himself go. You were soon to follow. Your ragged breaths matched with his as he lowered himself further onto you. His weight was heavy against your chest, and yet you knew without it you’d feel exposed. It was exactly what you both needed as you came down from your high.

As your breathing slowed down, the emperor rolled to his side, leaving you empty. You whined at the loss of him, but as if sensing your need, he reached for you, hauling you close. Your face pressed into his chest as your legs tangled. Alone, in his bed, Geta pressed a kiss to your forehead and held you close. For the first time in ages, the world seemed right, as if nothing terrible could happen. He knew that come break of day things would return to normal, but for now, he’d live in this temporary reality.

(Part II)

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Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x Black!OC

Summary: it’s the year 1984 and Star goes to a roadside bar off of Devil’s Highway that a friend of hers invited her to. What Star doesn’t know is that someone is waiting for her beyond the velvet drapes.

Warnings: SMUT. Lots of pussy licking. 18+ CONTENT. Mentions of blood.

Part two.

Stack.

This brother has an aura Star craved. Mysterious and very charismatic. They sort of glided through the throng of dancers as if walking on water. Stack stroked Star’s hand with his thumb soothingly. The sensation calmed her nerves and unsteady breathing.

Star didn’t know if it was the liquor that had her feeling dazed or if she was under his hypnosis, but she let him take her hand while she followed through the door of Vaisseau. After grabbing her things from coat check, they were outside now, the evening air sweeping her hair every which way.

Stack’s footsteps stopped in front of a motorcycle with a seat embroidered with sparkling rhinestones or…diamonds? And an iron cross emblem. He released her hand briefly to swing onto his bike. Stack reached out a hand for Star to climb up. He revved the bike to life with his other. Star made sure to take her time as she threw her thick thigh up and over until her crotch—panties non existent, fish nets creating a sensation over her clit—onto the raised portion of the seat.

Her arms circled Stack’s waist and she interlocked her fingers tightly together. Star pressed her right cheek against the leather material of his vest. Tough, rebellious, or even primal. Durable and strong. The pearl snap earrings over her earlobes revealed themselves as her hair moved in the direction of the wind. The sweat against the sepia flesh of her back dried, leaving behind a sticky surface. The scent of Christian Dior Hypnotic Poison with its sensual and captivating vanilla lingered against every inch of her skin, exuding a brazen, conquering spirit.

The deafening roar of his motorcycle outside of Vaisseau made him appear like a feral beast waiting to break free of his chains and start racing. There was nothing more exciting than riding on the back of his motorcycle to the limit and feeling at one with the machine. It was agile, moving onto the highway with ease. The wind burned her eyes, so she shut them, resting her chin against his back. The dewy fragrance of the air tickled her nose.

Going to a motel was the same as choosing junk food or casual sex, you realised it was gonna be seriously underwhelming but it was cheap and available. It felt different with Stack. Nothing about him screamed underwhelming. More like exhilarating. They arrived outside of a motel lit with a greenish hue. It was two levels and eerily quiet.

Stack pulled into a spot with big numbers painted in red against the concrete. 109.

He got off first, helping Star down and grabbing a hold of her hand again. He pocketed his motorcycle keys before digging for the ones to open his motel door. Star glanced around. She spotted an older gentleman, probably of Hispanic descent, smoking a cigarette against a truck. Soft music from a radio to her left and the sound of a soap opera through an opened window to her right.

The room was clean, the bedding was fresh, for a motel around here that's actually pretty good. Stack flicked on a light, bathing the room in a low, warm glow. He tossed his moto vest against a nearby arm chair and his room keys on a side table next to an alarm clock that read: 1:52 am. Stack made sure to shut the curtains and close the blinds up nice and tight. Star eyed the peeling wallpaper, the single king sized bed, and a mirror situated on a wall behind the bed.

Star sat her cheetah printed hand bag on the other end table before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes flicked around nervously, watching Stack take off his boots. The leather pants he wore sat lower on his hips, revealing a sharp v–cut and a happy trail. Star unzipped her boots and pulled them off, flexing her toes.

He stood firm in front of her, Star looking up at him through her lashes. Stack extended a hand agonizingly slow, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Star exhaled a shaky breath.

“Do you trust me?”

Star wanted to say she barely knew him, but for some reason, she felt so safe with him.

“I trust you. Unless you give me a reason why I shouldn’t.”

Stack smiled as the golden ambience of the motel room surrounded him. The sound of the TV with its static and lack of frequency didn’t stop the sound of Star’s heavy breaths and loud pulse reverberating her ear drums. Stack tugged, bringing Star to her feet. He took slow steps backward, turning her so she could see herself in the mirror.

“You’re so beautiful. Skin so soft. Curves just right.”

Star smiled bashfully.

“What if I told ya’ I wanna make ya’ minds forever?”

Star circled her tongue against the inside of her cheek to fight the urge to smile.

“I’d say I’ve heard it all before. What makes you any different, huh?”

“I’m definitely nothin’ like the men before me. Believe ‘dat. You’ll know soon enough.”

Star traced circles against his hand that pressed against her middle, “Mhm…well, I’m here now…”

Star reached up to stroke the back of his head.

“…Ya’ like to be bitten?”

Star pondered, “Uh…never have before…depends on how hard you trying to bite me.”

“How about spanked?”

Star grinned, “Oh, yeah. I love that type of shit.”

“Mm…aight…how ‘bout spit? Like that?”

Star could feel Stack’s dick jump against her backside.

“Love it. You should know…”

A knowing smile deepened his dimples, “That’s right…how could I forget, my apologies, gorgeous.”

Stack lightly nibbled on Star’s neck, causing her to giggle.

“You have a mouth to break up a home over,” Star said with a laugh.

“I got sum’ else too…”

“I know,” Star licked her lips, “You’re blessed.”

Stack circled his hips against her ass.

“You get so excited…I like it,” Star spoke with a whimper.

Stack turned Star around with a growl. He pressed his body on Star’s so she couldn’t escape him. His skillful hands slicked up her arms and gripped her tight. Not too much pressure, but enough to show her who’s boss. Star’s mind didn’t have to wonder what kind of freakiness went down with Stack. The mere thought made her clit throb in anticipation of it all.

Stack leaned in closer to her before Star let him take her into a passionate kiss with his soft, probing tongue.

His warm, wet tongue curled around hers expertly, stealing her breath and even her soul. The kiss wasn’t like any kiss she’d ever gotten. It was much more than a quick peck or a rushed one. He took his time. Learned the taste of tequila on her tongue. The way her soft, glossy brown lips moved around his. The sounds she made. Their heads rocked from side to side, Star falling deeper into the kiss.

Her entire body screamed for this man. He didn’t care how many dicks been in her mouth. How many pussies she licked He didn’t care that she made money off of sex with men and women alike. He didn’t care about the stigma of being with a porn star. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Big bulge and all. Star missed this. The anticipation of being with a man that had what Stack had.

Star dragged her hand down to cup his erection. Stack brought one heavy hand down over her ass with a sharp whack before grabbing a handful. He tilted his head without even being told so and Star took that as he liked his ear licked and nibbled on. She did just that. Meanwhile, Stack’s eyes glowed and his mouth began to drool. He sucked in his bottom lip to capture it all before it landed on Star’s shoulder.

Star moved her kisses to his exposed neck. A ghostly hiss whizzed around her. She palmed his dick tighter, nails digging into the leather of his pants. His deep groans sounded monstrous in a way. That left an impression on Star. This was a primal man indeed. And she made him weak. He’s definitely her biggest fan.

“You taste so good,” Stack whispered against her lips.

It was his turn now. Both of his hands were in her hair before he gently moved her head to the side so he could kiss her neck. Star closed her eyes, feeling him sucking her hungrily. As if he had performed magic, they seemed to glide across the carpet to the arm chair. Stack held an arm against her lower back to stop her from falling. His mouth left her neck, leaving behind an ache. He sat down and spread his thighs deliciously while his arms rested on the chair.

“Autograph,” Star heaved with a laugh, “Where do you want it?”

Stack, eyes dragging over her, went to undo his pants.

Star dropped her lustful gaze to his fingers working to reveal what she’d been dying to see since he pressed it between her ass like a hotdog to a bun.

He thumbed the leather past his thighs, revealing tight, coarse pubic hair and then that thing popped out like a snake in the grass. What white people called a Mandingo with its racial slur that Star despised in porn, she just saw a beautiful black man with a big joystick she’d love to play with. This wasn’t fetish. This was art. Black beauty. And she felt right at home.

An all American whopper. Eight–inch’s of fun. All the dick she could handle. Extra-long shaft that naturally flexes to fit inner curves for deeper penetration. Great for the G-Spot or prostate. Perfectly-shaped tip, textured skin with veins, and a weighty pair of balls.

Star dropped to her knees a little too hard.

She tugged on his pants, removing them completely.

Stack grabbed a remote that was wedged between the cushion of the chair and pressed a button as he aimed it towards the TV.

Loud moans and erotic music played. Star turned her head to see what was happening. Visuals of herself giving a solo performance was right before her. Goosebumps covered both of her arms. She was splayed out on a leather chair with her legs draped over the arms while her left fingers circled her clit beyond a patch of hair. She could even see her own natural lubrication dripping like honey from a glass.

“Stack…”

“I take ya’ everywhere with me. I’ve spent so many days dreaming of what it would feel like to have ya’ all to myself…”

Star faced him again, staring up at him from her kneeled position between his legs. Star’s eyes burned with passion when she spotted drool like no other spilling over his bottom lip. This man was so hungry for her. To the point that he was visibly salivating? Without even tasting her everywhere yet?

Stack whispered sweetly, “I’m the unspoken passion women secretly desire. You wonder about the mystery behind my eyes, don’t you?”

Did he just read her mind?

“Yes,” Star whispered back.

Stack didn’t make a move to wipe his chin.

“I’m sex, uptight and poised. The lover you dream of…”

Star shuddered underneath his gaze. Enthralled by every word that came from his thick lips. Every inch of her skin crawled as she moved her hands all over his body. Smooth, unblemished, dark skin looked as if it had been kissed by the ideal amount of sun provided by the Mississippi Delta. His chiseled chest, ripped abs, and defined, burly arms had her mouth watering lustfully.

“Stack…”

“Yes?”

“I want to suck your dick.” Star stated with assertiveness, feeling her inner thighs and stockings beginning to soak.

Stack placed his index finger over her lips, “Shhh…not another word…”

For some reason, she couldn’t utter another word. It was like he had taken her voice from her. She couldn’t make sense of the way she was feeling as her breathing intensified. Her clit throbbed harder, causing her to rock back and forth.

Removing the halter to her dress, Star allowed it to pool around her waist, revealing pendulous breasts and thick, brown nipples. Her skin was painted with sweat, no circulating air in that motel room. Star quivered as she took him into her hand again, weighing the heaviness in her palm.

“Suck it. Take what you want, baby.”

Star reached for him but Stack snatched his dick back.

“Suck it all the way down too, understand?”

Star did just that.

She kissed the tip. Made love to it with her glossy brown lips, moans equaling those from the TV. She let go of his shaft, no need to keep it in place. It was hard enough to stand straight up like a stick in the mud. Star gathered saliva on her tongue and slathered it all over Stack’s ample package, slurping afterwards to savor his taste. Stack watched her, eyes following the movement of her tongue and closing briefly whenever she let her lips have a moment.

“Can’t believe you suckin’ on my dick, Star…”

The tremble in his voice. She gave his balls some love too, staring up at him beyond that girth like she was peaking around a corner. Stack’s mouth dropped open, teasing her with some tongue.

Star popped her lips off his sack and suctioned her lips along the underside of his dick until her lips were flesh around his tip. She slithered her mouth down with a tight jaw until he was seated at the back of her throat. That delicious curve molded perfectly with her mouth. Star began sucking. Stack smoothed her hair out of the way and held it back so he could watch her better.

“Gahdamn…this how you do it?”

Star hummed.

“You a motherfuckin’ pro. No wonder I love you so much.”

Star blinked up at him with a dick drunk look.

“You love sucking big dick?”

She nodded her head, continuing her blow job.

“Pop your lips off and tell me how much you love sucking big dick.” Stack demanded with a gruff tone.

Star did as she was told, like he was the puppeteer.

She did it nice and slow and lingered on the tip before releasing him. Stack’s nostrils flared as a deep and resonant, “Mmm,” billowed from his lips.

Star jerked with the help of spit, “I love sucking your big dick, Stack…it’s so big…and fat…more than what I’m used to when I fuck for the camera…” Star said with a practiced pitch in her voice that drove men crazy.

“Bet that pussy hole ain’t used to what I got. I know I’m right…”

Star damn near came.

She shook her head, “Not even close. I don’t remember what it feels like to be filled up with all this,” Star slapped him against her palm, “I need a reminder.”

“Put your mouth back on me first.”

Star sank back down on his dick. Stack shut his eyes and his tongue glided over sharp fangs. The lethal incisors were poking him in his bottom lip. Stack’s eyes, glowing brightly, watched her eat his dick up. He was close.

“You ready for this nut?”

Star responded with more enthusiastic sucking. She rolled her neck and pulled out all her nasty tricks. Spit on it. Flicked it with her tongue. Kissed his tip. Sat him in the back of throat. Slurped on his balls. Stack’s hips levitated from the chair and a strong fist in her hair kept her still.

Heavy breathing and sucking sounds with an occasional slap from his balls on her chin.

He was throat fucking her. Star felt hot tears roll down her face. She gripped his thighs.

“Mhm…mhm…keep yo’ ass still!”

Her nose pressed against his crotch almost suffocating her.

Hot jizz made its way down her throat, feeding her lust for him. Stack let her go and Star’s mouth popped off his dick.

A dick that still was as hard as it was before she sucked it.

Star went to wipe her mouth but Stack grabbed her by the neck, leaned forward, and thrust his tongue in her mouth. Star could taste his saliva. It mingled with hers.

“Your mouth felt like I was digging for gold…”

He kissed her.

“So good…”

Stack released Star’s neck. He helped her to her feet and took it upon himself to remove the rest of her dress. Star shimmied her hips, full nudity he’d only ever seen on screen finally revealed to him.

Stack was patient. Not rushed like she was used to.

He twirled her around, taking in every inch of her from the follicles of her head to the polish on her toes. When she stopped in front of him again, Stack allowed his hands to explore. He first glided his fingertips along her collarbone before they found its way to her breasts.

“Everything about ya’…so succulent.”

Stack fought the urge to extend his fangs.

What he wouldn’t give to sample her blood for the first time. With over fifty years of experience, he plans to. He’d been waiting to get his hands on Star Vixen. And she came to him so easily. Now here she was, standing in front of him dripping in sweat and smelling tasty. The aroma of her sex burned his nose in the best way.

The fans in Vaisseau blew her scent around, and Stack had to make a move fast to stake his claim. He could sense the pressure from surrounding beasts of the night, ready to fight for her. Stack would put up a fight. Star was his. His to feed from. His to fuck. She would be his for however long he planned to stay in Arizona before there was another calling.

The life of a Vampire required you to stick to the shadows. Stack did just that, feeding off of the blood of humans. Sweet, rich, and even addictive. The taste grew more intense the more he fed. He didn’t take too kindly to it at first, but each person has their own unique taste. He just knew Star tasted like syrup. He couldn’t wait to drench his goatee with it.

Stack’s lips found her nipples and he just knew they tingled once his tongue roamed.

And they did just that for Star.

“I’m gonna have my way wit’ ya’ tonight,” Stack uttered before flicking his tongue back and forth.

Each nipple. Equal attention.

His thick fingers reached between her legs and played with her clit through her fishnets. His fingers played around with her clit, slipping through her crevasses, finding her soft wet spot, fingering her slowly. He could tell from the look on her face she’d never been fingered like this before. Stack explored, changing the pace and rhythm of his fingers, playing around in her pussy.

Star clawed his shoulders.

“Bring one foot up…”

Star obeyed his command.

She was spread better for him. Perfect.

He was knuckle deep, fingers swimming in her pussy.

“I’m just tryna see what I got to work wit’…”

Star whimpered. Just leaking all over his fingers.

“Star…ya’ hear that?”

She stilled herself to get a good listen. Lips sealed.

Squelch squelch squelch

“like I’m diving in the ocean…so fuckin’ wet…”

Stack attempted to add a third finger but Star clenched up and hopped off his fingers.

He brought his hand up between them and Star watched with a dazed look at him rubbing his fingertips together. He sniffed his fingers first before sucking her mess off. Star stood still, eyes blazed, pussy missing his fingers. Those shining eyes held firm with her brown eyes and Stack dropped to his knees.

Get on your knees and arch your back

Star found herself getting into position on the edge of the bed. She did what she was told, arching over the bed, ass sitting high and open, fishnets imprinted in her flesh and revealing a hairy pussy.

“Have you ever had your ass properly worshipped?”

He took his fingers hooked them in her fishnets, and ripped them open with force. Star gasped.

Stack stared at the proud, thick, curves before him, the luscious mocha color of Star’s booty straining as she opened up, revealing both holes. Her ass was the perfect reward for him. That pussy he longed to eat for hours and hours. Stack kneeled down behind her, drooling all over himself to taste and touch and take of her rich, beautiful body.

Stack pinched the tender underside of one cheek, then the other, pulling them apart to see everything in between, a moan escaping his lips as he saw up close just how wet and creamy she is. There’s nothing like a woman’s ass spread out before you, waiting to be taken, to humble a man. Stack simply held her there in his hands, letting his thumbs rest along the edges of her lips, pacing himself before diving in for a delicious treat, one that already had his dick hard, strong, and ready.

You like that, daddy? You like the way I stroke my pussy?

You wanna taste it, don’t you? You want to eat me up like an ice cream sundae?

I’m all yours to devour…I want you to eat every inch of this wet pussy…don’t miss a drop…

Star on the TV was speaking the words for Star in person.

There was so much to taste and touch, Stack didn’t know where to start. The musky scent of her pussy perfume wafted through the air, smelling of sweat, and sweet decedents. Ass hovering in his face like this Stack could shoot a load all over the carpet right there. He couldn’t resist giving each cheek a solid slap, the sound echoing in the room as the sting reverberated in his palm so good.

Have you ever had this ass worshipped?

“No,” came her muffled reply as he spread her open and let his tongue explore her sweet curves.

Stack pressed against her twin globes, giving himself room to taste her sensitive flesh, the pucker writhing beneath him as he buried himself between her cheeks.

Stack curled his tongue into a point and dove right in while his fingers moved closer to her sex, stroking the wetness, what he found there just steadily dripping. He speared her asshole like a famished man. It was just him and her panting and grunting and her voice from the TV and the sound of Stack’s thick tongue and lips.

He dipped that greedy vampiric tongue into and out that ass, his drool acting as lubricant. He worshipped that ass like he’d never get another chance, tongue savoring her. That tongue wiggled down and he drilled it into her pussy. Stack filled her up as best he could, plunging in and out to the beat of her own rocking hips.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Stack heard her cry, a little louder than before as he pressed three fingers deep into her tight tunnel. Stack feasted on Star’s bottom again, those strikingly soft clappers against his cheeks. Sticky syrup coated his fingers. Her walls quivered. Her as whole clenched whenever he dragged his tongue over it.

You’re doing such a good job, daddy!

Eat me! Savor me! Take it!

Make me cum on your long tongue! Your sweet lips!

“Stack, oh my fucking goodness!”

His thumb flicked her bean in a downward motion from her position. He then rubbed it back and forth with his thumb. His tongue sat flat against her labia and he stroked up and down with it, drool coating her folds and adding towards a slippery ride. She twitched and writhed the more slickness appeared.

“Daddy, you’re drooling! So much all over me! It’s running down my stomach!”

Stack curled his arms around her legs and sucked on her clit with a tight grip. Star gathered the sheets into her fists and cried into the bed with nowhere to escape.

He made her cum. So hard.

Star could have fainted from how powerful that orgasm was.

And he wasn’t done.

Stack pulled his tongue out and kissed his way down to her ankles and feet. He got to his feet and positioned her himself for round two.

“Stack, you don’t need a break?” Star asked weakly.

His dick was iron clad and she couldn’t believe it.

He dragged her ass over the edge of the bed and got down on his knees again.

“I ain’t taking no break.” He mouthed. Stack smirked up at her, “You my meal until I’m through, understand?”

Star knew not to speak another word. Not when those eyes were sharp on her and gleaming like a monster.

Stack pulled her lips apart and finished where he started.

Star twitched in his mouth, pussy still sensitive.

“Thought I was gon’ get just one taste?”

Star’s eyes crossed when Stack’s full lips slurped up her clit and moved his head back and forth. She went to push him off and Stack locked her wrists.

“Uh–UHHHHHHHHHHHH—”

Stack flicked his tongue and it sounded like he was lapping at water in a bowl. She flowed. Poured all over his damn tongue. He worked hard for it. Stack drank as much as he could down. Next to the taste of blood, pussy juice was the best thing. His tip buzzed with desire.

“You got my pussy cumming again!”

Star gripped his hair tight. Her thighs bounced and shook. Stack was not getting off her pussy.

And her thriving was pissing him off.

“Ouch!”

Star felt a sharp prick on her inner thigh. Sharp enough to make her listen. She felt all the blood in her veins rush to that one particular place. It perked her nipples and made her clit a stiff bud. Stack licked away at the spot he nibbled on before kissing his way back to her pussy.

“Don’t move again,” Stack opened her lips, “Look what following directions get you..clit nice a fat for me how I like it.”

Stack flicked his tongue over it. Star moved her hips up and down, following the way his tongue would go up and down speedily.

“What I say?”

She didn’t have time to respond. Stack pushed her knees so far back she was folded. He went back to toying with her clit. Star clawed his arms, crying out in overstimulation.

“STACK!”

She felt his lips do its job and he sucked away to his dead hearts desire. She extended her neck and whispered “This your pussy, this your pussy…”

He finally came up for air. His whole face glistened with pussy juices down to his chest. Star, bathed in sweat, locked eyes with him.

She couldn’t began to describe how soaked she is.

Pubic hairs slick with spit and cum.

Pussy lips engorged and pulsating with sensitivity.

Hole clenching and unclenching around nothing.

Stack kissed all over her pussy softly, admiring his work in between. Star began to relax, body going lax against the bed.

“That was amazing, Stack. Thank you.”

Stack smirked against her clit. He peered up at her from between her legs.

“Anytime, baby…I mean that.”

Stack kissed his way up her body. Star was drifting in and out of consciousness. He positioned himself above her, staring down into her face.

Sleep, baby…we’ll meet again…

Stack stroked her face until her head fell off to its side. He picked her up and tucked her in. Stack could wait to sink his dick into her. He just needed to eat her pussy. And it was worth the wait.

The sensation of sleep settled over his body, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay. Dawn was approaching.

He’d sleep for now, bringing Star closer so he could breathe her in.

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