#when you get something your heart always strived for and longed for

[treebloods]

My heart is not used to all this amount of sweetness i feel like it is overflowing and i am afraid i will just turn to a dry land and i will miss the taste of water

[vaguely-concerned]

the more I play the more I think lucanis basically knows it's illario who betrayed him right from the beginning (he's had a year in the ossuary to think. not that many people knew where he was going. when you ask him 'did Illario know you'd be on that ship' his only answer is the hardest flattest 'yes' you ever heard). so it's not so much about figuring out who the traitor is (because that's ludicrous. we all know. immediately. they didn't really bother to hide it lmao) as about methodically closing off every single avenue of denial lucanis has clung to that whole time with as much or little gentleness as you might prefer until he has no choice but to admit it. because the moment he has to admit it, he'll have to do something -- feel something -- about it. and that's such a catastrophic event in lucanis' inner landscape (he has had TWO people in this whole entire world up until now and will do anything to hold on to them with a heartbreaking child-like desperation, even at and especially through the detriment of his own self) that he'd rather just. not. what if we quite simply. didn't. what if we just stayed here in the emptiness where we can both pretend you didn't hurt me in a way I should never forgive. I have so much practice in that with caterina already it's always worked out great for everyone so far. (press x to fucking doubt but that's trauma logic for you lol)

after everything illario did, so much of the storm of lucanis' emotions around it is 'what the FUCK did you get yourself tangled up in this time and how do I get you out of this mess safely'. what's worse: the fact that your brother murdered you, or that he put himself in horrible danger doing so and thus exposed you to the risk of losing him forever. lucanis' heart certainly has an opinion here and it's fucking unhinged (affectionate)

the themes of dissociation in lucanis' character in general makes me feel nuts. allllll these contradictory messy things he needs to cut off from each other because they can't coexist or be easily reconciled inside him. but all remain stubbornly true separately anyway and will have their due one day. love and resentment. tenderness and fear and rage. terror and longing. love and freedom don't coexist. the burned out golden child anthem is playing in the background. he was always caterina's favourite and he has to keep striving to deserve that dubious honour with every breath he takes and then, presumably, mercifully, some day he will die and be excused and can rest. and until now he's suppressed all the -- natural, healthy, protective! -- negative feelings that threaten the few attachment relationships he actually has, at the cost of ever actually having his needs for connection and safety met and leaving his core self imprisoned and compromised. and spite goes 'what. no. that's dumb fuck that' (*spite voice* I do not understand that and even if I did I would not respect it) and does not allow him to fall back into that, which I think is what saves his life, ultimately. it took being possessed by a demon for lucanis to even contemplate telling anyone he loves 'no' in any way, but hey. whatever gets you there right lol

lucanis is dealing with the freeze response allll the way down baby. and he was even before the ossuary, that just turbo powered it and brought it to a breaking point way before it could happen naturally. but something was going to break eventually no matter what, and I'm just glad that in the end, through the power of friendship and also pure spite, it doesn't have to be him

[4linos]

a soft escape.

kim seungmin x gn!reader

synopsis: seungmin comes home exhausted and sick, reluctant to accept your help. you care for him with warmth and reassurance, and in your embrace, he finally lets go and rests.

wc: 1608

It had been a long day for Seungmin, one of those days where practice stretched on for hours, each moment more exhausting than the last. He had pushed himself hard too hard, maybe, but that was Seungmin for you. Always striving for perfection, always determined to give his all. But by the time he finally walked through the door of your shared apartment, there was nothing left. His usually energetic steps were now sluggish, each movement a struggle as though gravity itself was holding him down.

He pushed the door open with a tired groan, the weight of his body heavy against the frame. He kicked off his shoes with a grunt and staggered inside, only managing a half-smile when he noticed you in the kitchen. He barely had the energy to wave, his hand falling limply by his side as he made his way toward the couch, dragging his feet like he had no strength left.

The moment you saw him, you were instantly worried. Seungmin was usually so full of life, so energetic, and now he looked like he could barely keep his eyes open. His skin had a dull tone to it, and his shoulders were slumped forward with exhaustion. You watched him, heart heavy, as he collapsed onto the couch, his head falling back against the cushions with a soft sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, but there was an obvious tension in his body.

You quickly walked over to him, concern flooding your features. “Seungmin?” you asked, kneeling beside him. “Are you okay?”

His eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a faint, tired smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, but the way he winced slightly as he sat up straight made you doubt his words. “Just... really tired,” he added, his voice quieter than usual. He reached up to rub his temples, a small frown forming on his face. “I think I might be coming down with something…”

Your heart sank at the words, and you could see how drained he looked. He tried to push through it, but it was clear he wasn’t okay. His body seemed to be begging for rest, and it made you feel even more concerned for him.

“You don’t look fine,” you said softly, sitting down next to him on the couch. “You’re clearly exhausted. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, haven’t you?”

Seungmin sighed, nodding slowly. “I just... I just want to get everything right. But today was rough.” He rubbed his eyes, clearly feeling the weight of his exhaustion and a headache that seemed to be starting to form. “I think I’m sick, though. I feel dizzy, and my throat hurts.”

You frowned, not buying his attempts to downplay it. “Seungmin, you’ve been overworking yourself. And now you’re sick. Let me help you,” you said, your voice gentle but firm. You reached out, your hand finding his. His fingers were cold, a clear sign of his fever starting to rise.

“No, I’m fine,” he said, but it came out weaker than he had intended, and there was a hesitance in his voice. He pulled his hand back and tried to sit up straighter. “You’ve probably had a long day, too. You don’t need to take care of me. I don’t want to burden you.”

Your heart softened, and you leaned closer to him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. He looked up at you, those tired eyes filled with guilt as he tried to push the idea of you taking care of him out of his mind. It wasn’t like Seungmin to ask for help, much less admit he was struggling. You could tell that, despite his exhaustion, he was still trying to protect you from feeling like you had to carry his weight.

But you couldn’t just sit there and watch him suffer in silence.

"Seungmin, stop," you said gently, cupping his cheek so he would look at you. "I want to take care of you. You don’t have to be strong right now. You’ve been working so hard, and now you’re sick. Please, let me help."

He hesitated, looking down for a moment, clearly feeling conflicted. He opened his mouth to protest, but you were quicker. You placed your finger gently on his lips. "You never burden me. Not ever. Let me help you, please."

For a long moment, Seungmin remained silent, his gaze shifting between your eyes and the floor. It was clear that he was still struggling with the idea of being taken care of, but eventually, his shoulders slumped in resignation. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Okay, but... don’t overdo it. You’ve had a long day too.”

You smiled softly at him. "Don’t worry about me. I’m here for you."

And with that, you gently pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him. Seungmin leaned into your embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as a small sigh of relief escaped him. It was as though he had been holding his breath for hours, and now, in your arms, he could finally let go.

“Thank you,” he murmured into your shirt, his voice muffled but full of gratitude. His hands found your waist, holding on to you as though he never wanted to let go. The weight of the day, the tension in his muscles, all seemed to melt away in that moment. He didn’t need to pretend anymore; he could finally let himself rest.

The two of you sat there for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth. His breathing began to steady, and his grip on you loosened slightly, his body giving in to the comfort of your touch. You stayed close, your hand gently brushing through his hair as you both slowly drifted off to sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against yours was soothing, the world outside fading away as you held him, allowing him to recharge, if only for a moment.

-

When you woke, it was to the soft sounds of Seungmin still breathing gently beside you. He had shifted slightly in his sleep, now curled up against you with his head resting on your chest. His grip on you hadn’t loosened much, his arm still wrapped around you, his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck.

You smiled softly, your heart swelling at how peaceful he looked. Despite his usual determination and independent nature, Seungmin had allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, trusting you to take care of him when he needed it most. And you would do anything to make sure he felt better.

Carefully, you slid out from under the blanket, being as quiet as possible to not wake him. The apartment was still, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. You moved to the kitchen, determined to do whatever you could to help Seungmin recover quickly. The scent of simmering broth filled the air as you worked on making a warm, comforting soup for him. You added a touch of ginger, hoping it would help soothe his throat, and some garlic for its immune-boosting properties. You knew the warmth would help settle his stomach and give him the energy he needed to get better.

While the soup simmered, you gathered some medicine. You lined up fever-reducing pills, throat lozenges, and vitamin C tablets on the counter. It felt natural to care for him like this, even if it was something small. You wanted to take away his discomfort, to show him just how much you loved him.

When the soup was ready, you carefully brought it over to Seungmin. He had stirred slightly in his sleep, and when he saw you standing there with the bowl in your hands, his sleepy eyes blinked in surprise.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep and illness. “I don’t deserve it…”

You shook your head gently, sitting beside him on the couch and placing the soup down on the table in front of him. “You do deserve it. You take care of everyone around you, and now it’s my turn.”

Seungmin watched you for a moment, his expression softening, a look of quiet gratitude in his eyes. He reached for the bowl of soup, lifting it to his lips with a slow, appreciative smile. "Thank you," he said quietly, sipping the warm broth.

You smiled, your hand resting lightly on his, reassuring him without words. As he drank the soup, you also handed him the medicine, and he swallowed each pill with a small sigh of relief.

"Just relax, okay?" you told him. "You don’t need to worry about anything. I’m here."

Seungmin nodded, his fingers finding yours and squeezing gently. His hand lingered in yours, as if silently telling you how much he appreciated everything you were doing. You stayed close, not wanting to leave his side, watching over him until he finished the soup and took all his medicine.

When Seungmin finally leaned back against the cushions, his eyes fluttered closed again, but this time there was a softness to his features, a peace that hadn’t been there before. He looked content, comforted by your care, and that warmth was enough to put your heart at ease.

You stayed by his side, your hands gently brushing through his hair again, your heart full of affection as you watched him rest. And as he fell asleep once more, this time with a sense of comfort and safety, you knew that, no matter what, you would always be there to care for him, just as he had always been there for you.

//

masterlist.

[soft clingy seungmin because i saw a picture of him at todays show in brazil tearing up☹️☹️]

[magia-nera]

all wound up

── daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary: after barely escaping the outbreak, you find shelter outside of atlanta, with a group of survivors. someone catches your eye, but you don’t dare getting close.

era: season 1, at the quarry

warnings: not yet proofread!!! mentions of blood, curse words, lowkey mutual pining but more on reader’s side, implied age gap (reader is in her mid 20s and daryl’s age is canon to season 1 so late 30s-early 40s), daryl is possibly a bit ooc i hope not

word count: 2.7k

a/n: not my best work, but i just wanted to post something for daryl, i have like a ton of other ideas planned for him anyway :)

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

When the outbreak started your life did a complete 180. You were alone, away from your family, in a city you never knew while growing up, trying to navigate through life and adulthood and their ups and downs all on your own.

Every now and then you still thought about the night when the anchorman on the TV talked about this new virus spreading rapidly throughout the whole country, you remembered your ears perking up and the dinner on the stovetop being forgotten, all your attention was on the man’s words. You got scared, you thought ‘what the hell am I going to do?’, you thought about your mom and your siblings and hoped they were okay, you thought about your friend Amy and made the split second decision to head to her house. It ended up being the right thing to do, seeing as now you were sitting safe and sound in a camp on the outskirts of Atlanta, with other survivors, helping each other. Amy’s sister, Andrea, was home when the news broke out and you managed to escape with them, unscathed. The days you spent on your own made you tougher, the world you knew was long forgotten and you didn’t want to be a burden to the two sisters.

You never considered yourself weak before the outbreak – you never thought about this kind of stuff anyway, there was no point, right? But the situation unfolding required you to toughen up, so that’s what you did, what you tried doing. You helped the women with tasks at camp at first, like washing clothes and cooking for everyone, but eventually you were picked to go on runs, seeing as you were one of the few young adults in the camp. You were scared at first. Looking closely at what the men in the group did, you learnt a thing or two: you wanted to be able to survive, protect the others even. Andrea, whose presence made things easier for you, was also tasked with going on runs sometimes and you never left her side on those occasions.

There was one man in particular that caught your attention though.

Daryl couldn’t be more different from you. He was a redneck, a hunter and expert bowman, kept to himself, but wasn’t scared to speak his mind, get confrontational, even if it meant being hated. It all started as simple admiration, you strived to be worthy like him. You didn’t understand why everybody in the group barely tolerated him: sure, he could be somewhat hostile sometimes, but you could easily see the heart of gold hiding underneath the aggressive facade. He always shared the preys he hunted and he was skilled at shooting down walkers with his crossbow, defending the group on multiple occasions.

One day, while out on a run and paired together, you got swarmed by a herd. Daryl led you through endless alleys and helped you jump fences till you got to safety.

“T’was close,” he huffed, sweat beading on his forehead. You took one good look at him while he was distracted checking the surroundings: you shouldn’t have. That was the moment you noticed just how attractive he actually was, his arms were strong, his muscles flexed as he reloaded the crossbow with ease, the dust collecting on his dark shirt contrasted with his glistening skin. His scruffy look was charming. And after that day you never stopped stealing glances at him.

Your eyes found him with ease every night around the campfire, glancing at him in the dim light of the ambers, the orange hues made his features look somewhat softer. You wondered why he still wore that jackass sleeveless shirt even in the chilly October night breeze. Not that you minded.

Whenever he came back from runs on his motorcycle he looked almost like a god, the sun made his skin shine like gold, his hair tangled from the wind. His hands held the handlebar with ease, his biceps flexed when the bike came to a halt, you were mesmerised when he effortlessly slung his crossbow on one shoulder and the supply bag on the other.

Your heart jumped when, on the few occasions you did laundry, your hands found his bloodstained shirts, soaked with the smell of freshly turned earth, gasoline from his bike and cigarette smoke. You played with the fraying hem, thinking about him. Thinking about his skilled hands, the ease with which he skinned the preys he caught, the thrilled glint in his eyes after escaping walkers, how calm he looked when he was aiming his crossbow, the curve of his lips when he let a smug grin take over after getting a kill.

You never dared getting close. It wasn’t hard to understand that Daryl didn’t like people. He always kept to himself, interacting only with his older brother Merle, sometimes fighting, his tent sat distant from the rest of the group. Even when you were on runs, he barely talked, and it was only about the task at hand. It wasn’t too bad most days, but sometimes it became excruciating. But then again, Daryl was almost never at camp, always out hunting: you wouldn’t even have the time to make a move on him.

You always kept your distance, watching him attentively from afar, being careful of not getting caught. Was it twisted to want to be caught, hoping he’d take the hint and make the first move? You didn’t want to approach him first, sure that he would reject you. So watching him was the only thing you could do.

It got to the point that, whenever you got paired with Daryl to go on runs and you tried talking more, your nerves got the best of you. It was a bad habit of yours, hiding nervousness with rude remarks. You could only spit out mean words when you talked. In some sick way, you thought that riling him up would at least make him pay attention to you, which was better than being ignored while staring at him from afar.

You would bicker constantly, he would chew you out when you couldn’t fight off walkers all on your own, yet you would notice his gaze lowering from your eyes to your chest, barely covered by the lowest cut tank top you could find that day, that you purposely wore to hopefully get some reaction from him.

One time you were fiddling with some loose bullets shells, lying on the counter of a shoddy convenience store, while waiting for Daryl to break the lock that sealed the entrance to the warehouse.

“Can you just hurry up?” you whined.

“Come do it yerself if ya want it done so badly then,” he snarled back. “Don’t fuckin’ piss me off already.”

You groaned, deciding to leave it alone while mentally cursing yourself for even bringing it up. What reaction were you even expecting? He was right to be angry anyway, you were probably annoying him on top of being unhelpful.

Lost in thought, you almost didn’t even hear the loud clang that some cans made when you accidentally hit them.

“Could ya be any more stupid? Ya wanna attract a herd here or what?”

“Just shut the fuck up, it was an accident,” you bit your tongue.

The tension eased when you finally got into the warehouse and picked up enough supplies to last a week, you even managed to kill off a couple of walkers all by yourself. You secretly hoped that Daryl saw that, you wished he was impressed by your skills, but he said nothing about it. That day you left with a couple more purple hued bruises and a chest heavy with unease.

Daryl did see that though. He didn’t tell you but he thought you looked pretty damn hot too, sweaty from the Georgia heat, expertly stabbing them with your knife, without hesitation. He swears he doesn’t, but he steals glances at you from time to time. More often than he would like to admit. But he can’t help it when you look so pretty doing anything, effortlessly. In his eyes, you’re the coolest chick he’s ever met, always standing your ground, unapologetic and unafraid to speak your mind. Everyday, he wakes up hoping you’ll come to him and have something nice to say, but all he gets is snarky remarks on those rare occasions you’re with him. He starts believing you hate him, which makes things worse when he overhears him defending him from the others.

“He’s always so grumpy, like, okay we get it, you’re a lone wolf or whatever, but at least be nice about it.”

“Shut up, he’s actually kind. Maybe you just don’t deserve it,” your voice is like music to his ears. He actually blushed a little at your acknowledgment. He knew you had good judgment but this still managed to surprise him. He felt a little lighter that day, and the days following, knowing you had his back even if he didn’t ask you to.

He decided that it’s impossible that he likes you. Better yet, you don’t like him for sure, so it’s just better for him to ignore the topic at hand. That’s the only way he can get a wink of sleep at night, otherwise your face just won’t leave his thoughts. So he convinces himself that you hate his guts, and he doesn’t like you either, it’s settled. He can go back to thinking how his hunt will go tomorrow.

Until he finds himself stuck in the backseat of a tiny ass car, with you by his side and walkers snarling all around the vehicle.

It was supposed to be a quick run, scavenging a couple houses he found on his latest hunt, they looked untouched and he thought he could find supplies there. But on that day, a bunch of walkers came storming from out of the woods all around, and with the house still some yards away, your best choice was hopping in the car to come up with a plan.

You brought your knees up in front your face, hands laying on your leather boots, “so what now?”

There was — surprisingly — no irritation in your voice, you sounded more worried than anything.

“We can make a quick exit maybe,” he mumbled, “you try distractin’ ‘em and I shoot ‘em.”

“No, that’s too risky. I probably can’t even make it two inches from here before they get me,” you replied, checking the window on your side. Glancing at you, Daryl got an idea.

“Do ya think we can get them if we lower the windows jus’ a crack?”

“I mean, maybe, I guess we can try. We can roll them up if things get ugly,” you grabbed the handle. Thank God they were manual.

“On my count, ‘kay?” he shoots you a complicit look, before counting down.

The glass was painted crimson from the blood spilling at the hands of your blade. You lurched back when the walkers manage to get their fingers through the crack, feeling Daryl’s leather clothed back flush against your own.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the last walker fell down.

You turned to look at Daryl, his face mere inches from yours.

“We never speak of this again, do ya hear?” he whispered, his bated breath fanning your lips, making your blood rise up to your face. You simply nodded, too shaken by his proximity. You didn’t want him to notice the heartthrob in your voice, nor see the blush that painted your cheeks.

Some rotten wooden fence posts stood between you and the porch. The halls were quiet, except from the persistent creaking of the floorboards beneath your soles.

A few walkers lingered in the living room, but Daryl quickly took care of them. You heard the thumps of bodies hitting the furniture, lamps and other objects falling on the ground and shattering. You rushed to check on him, and your intuition was right, because he was standing there, heavy breaths shaking his shoulders, holding his wrist.

“Are you okay?” you asked, barely whispering.

“Yeah, don’t worr- ouch.”

“Here, let me see,” you extended your hand, signalling him to let you check the extent of his injury.

Your eyes widened when you saw the red gash, vibrant on his skin, “how the fuck did this happen?”

“One of ‘em sons of bitches had a knife,” Daryl felt his skin burn where your fingers were touching him. Your dainty hand held his arm like it was the most fragile and precious thing in the world. He liked this aspect of you, despite being so strong and fierce, you couldn’t help but be delicate with anything you did.

“Let me patch you up. There must be something here, I’ll check the bathroom,” your nerves were making you shake when you realised your hand was still holding his.

“Nah, I’m okay, don’t need ya to fix anythin’,” he muttered, barely audible over the clanking of pills bottles in the cabinet you were already rummaging through.

“Shut up and just let me take care of you,” you came back with your loot: an half empty bottle of disinfectant and some band-aids. “This is all that was left.”

The swaying of the linen curtains in the breeze was the only background noise enveloping the moment. The disinfectant stung like a bitch and Daryl even flinched a little, which made you chuckle. He could be so childlike sometimes, even in endearing ways, and he probably didn’t even realise.

“Here you go, almost as new,” you asserted proudly, inspecting your pretty decent work. Daryl took a peek at his hand, now covered in probably more band-aids he had ever used in his whole life, “thanks, I guess.”

He stood up, eyes zeroing in on yours.

“It’s okay, you know, to need a little help sometimes,” you mumbled. What the fuck had gotten into you, spitting out sappy crap like that? Get a hold of yourself, damn.

“What the hell are ya sayin’?” yeah, even Daryl was utterly confused now.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re always on your own, I think you could ask for help sometimes, I’m here if you ever need anything,” your mind was in the gutter, you felt your brain turn into literal mush from how small the distance between you and the man was. His eyes were carefully scanning your face, but you couldn’t hold the eye contact anymore, deciding instead to stare at the room behind him.

“Why d’ya even care?” was he fucking stupid?

“Are you fucking stupid? Do I need a reason to care about a member of my group?” you immediately but your tongue, there you go again with the attitude.

The distance seemed to grow smaller, you could feel the earthy essence emanating from his skin, with a hint of blood underneath. Your eyes fused to his.

“Yer the first one to do so,” his voice was barely a whisper at this point.

“Maybe it’s cause I fucking like you?” fuck. That was the moment you realised you were totally, completely fucked. You didn’t want to confess. For a plethora of reasons, starting with the age gap, which you for sure didn’t mind, but were worried he cared about, and ending with the fact you convinced yourself that he did dislike you. How were you even going to face him after today?

“Forget it,” you scooted back, trying to get away from the awkwardness that permeated the now stuffy room.

“Say that again,” his commanding tone still managed to get you hot and bothered.

“I like you okay? But please just- forget it. Let’s get the job done and head back.”

Broken glass creaked under his soles as he took a step closer to you, eliminating the distance between your bodies. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this,” another feathery kiss, before letting go of your fingers, “I thought ya hated me or somethin’.”

“Yeah, I get why you’d think that,” you lowered your head, “still, I can’t believe you didn’t know I liked you, I thought it couldn’t be more obvious.”

“I had my suspicions, just couldn’t believe it, is all,” his voice was soft, joy spilling through, not even trying to hide it, “such a pretty girl like you. Couldn’t wrap my mind ‘round it.”

“Daryl,” you whispered, receiving a hum from him as a response, “can I kiss you?”

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

[northopalshore]

Sun in the Midheaven Persona Chart

Tells you how you act when working, what you tend to embody when career driven but also, what characteristics draw the most fame. It could also be the 'persona' people will associate your image to. Also tells you how you will be remembered. Midheaven persona chart Masterlist

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In the signs

Aries (1°,13°,25°)

A little headstrong, a go getter. Someone who knows what they want and how they want to pursue it. You are likely seen as the head of operations, the one who is always quick to act on any agenda. You are headstrong & opinionated. Although, you may also often be described as childish or youthful. You are the one who is willing to try something new, or experimental when everyone else wants to stick to what they know. Also play a role as a sort of sex symbol.

Ex: Brigette Bardot has her MC pc Sun in an Aries degree (°13). She's well known to be an activist; someone outspoken & brave (woman & animal rights ). She's also considered one of the biggest sex symbols in pop culture history.

Taurus (2°,14°,26°)

You are someone very down to earth, and people will often express how comfortable they are around you. You are also likely going to be a peacemaker or the person who will try to ground the situation when it gets rather messy. That being said, you are still likely very hardworking & diligent wehn it comes to the things you have to do.

Gemini (3°,15°,27°)

You are seen as a friend, and a mentor. Perhaps you will inspire people with your ideas & quick wit. You yourself are cunning and very observant of those around you when it comes to your career. People will remember you very fondly, and see you as a companion. Someone they can talk to. You are rather iconic for your words.

Cancer (4°,16°,28°)

You are a household name. You are going to be remembered as well as your family (usually because you're likey working with them) .People will likely always associate you with your family's dynamic or family name. Very common in the charts of individuals working with their family throughout their career ( or at least gain the most traction working with family related things).

Ex: Beyoncé, Kim Kardashian (28° cancer) degree, Ex-US President Obama (28° cancer) degree have this placement.

Leo (5°,17°,29°)

You are a sensation. Usually, people have this set look or persona they attach you to. The iconic one that will have their image plastered through space and time. Something about you will steal the hearts of the people around you. Also, you could be seen as youthful or playful. You are associated with young blood or youth in general.

Ex: Lana Del Rey & Sid Viscous both share this placement.

Virgo (6°,18°)

You are a hardworker. You will be remembered as someone who strived for perfection in all angles, whether it'd be in your personal life, your public image or career. You take things seriously, always trying to get more and more out of what life has to offer. Everyone knows you don't play when it comes to money or your business, but at the same time you may be seen as very judgemental/critical of how you perceive those around you. That is only because you know, you can back it up with a long list of qualifications under your belt.

Ex: Kim Kardashian's MC PC sun is in Virgo.

Libra (7°,19°)

The one I'd refer to as the muse. You are gentle and fair. You are adored by many, and likely have no trouble finding suitors or admirers throughout your career. You are a fashion icon, beauty icon, a trendsetter. You could be remembered as a lover (or someone's lover). Something about your love life is usually prominent here. Your works could also receive much attention especially when the topic is centered on love or art.

Ex: Elizabeth Taylor has this placement, she is known for her 7 husbands aside from her wonderful on-screen performances. Her sun also opposites Uranus & squares Pluto.

Brigette Bardot also has this placement, she's a well known fashion icon & was the muse of Saint Tropez (as the film the starred in brought pit them on the map). Also known for her rather tumultuous love life, marriages & affairs.

Scorpio (8°,20°)

Usually seen in the MC PCs of porn stars or adult entertainers in general. Massive sex appeal, but also hold immense power and authority. You represent change. The first rain after the drought. Someone that changed the game for all who has hoped for it. Usually these individuals come with a strong belief of conviction, determined to change something. You are also rather rebellious or controversial.

Ex: Obama & Nancy Spungen have this placement.

Sagittarius (9°,21°)

You are a phenomenon. You are likely to be very adept on multiple levels of your career, people will see you as someone who knows a lot or holds a lot of power in the industry that you're in. Confident & knowledgable. You will be remembered for standing above the rest, & that there will be no one quite like you when you're gone.

Ex: Michael Jackson (sag sun), Cristiano Ronaldo (°21) & Beyoncé (°21) has this placement.

My friends & mother (who are teachers) seem to either have prominent Gemini or Sagittarius (specifically °9 degrees) in ther MC PC.

Capricorn (10°,22°)

You, are intense. Especially if your sun falls into the 22nd degree. People will think you're a lot to handle. On one hand, you are seen as this very capable individual. Someone who just seems to do everything right in your career. Your impact is undeniable, yet many may dislike you because of that. It's either people fear & respect you, or hate you. There's rarely ever an in between.

Ex: Matty Healy has this placement. Both him and his band are still considered influential in their industry. Being seen as this.. erratic hot mess that still manages to be the if not the most popular band in the "rock act" at the moment.

Aquarius (11°,23°)

Rebel with a cause. You are very chill when it comes to your careers and ambition, but that doesn't mean you're a sitting duck. You are the person that will strive for innovation; but at the same time wanting to remain true to the essence of who you are. People will often think of you as someone either very strange and erratic or intelligent and focused.

Pisces (12°,24°)

You take on a very idealistic approach when assuming a position in your career life, and by that I mean this can go one in two ways; you are rather the one people praise for being so in tune & understanding of the current trends or what it means to be someone of your position (place in career) or, you are the odd ball with a sense of great fantasy as aspiration; always looking for more in life. You will be remembered as someone gentle, and in a way out of this world.

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1st House

You are a boss. People will remember you as someone who paved the way in a sense. A go getter, a high achiever, literally a boss bitch. You know your worth and you will not settle for less regardless of what others may think. You take risks and bold decisions, not afraid to stand out. Your focus will always be on yourself; how do I improve this about my life, how does this choice affect me? Some may see you as selfish and shallow, but in the end, you know the game you're playing & how to get the things that you want. So werk.

Ex: Kim Kardashian has this placement. "You better get your ass up & go to werk". Love her or hate her, she's still an icon in her own right.

2nd House

You are remembered for your luxurious presence lmao. What you wear, what you buy, what you love. A materialist who sees the value of all things, your career has always been money centric; by that I mean money itself is a large motivator throughout your career & people will see it evidently in the things that you own and the name that you've likey made for yourself somewhere down the line. This is also one of those "brand name" placements.

3rd House

Talkative, friendly, youthful. You have this young spirit that everyone admires regardless of your age. People will remember you as their friend/ companion. Someone fun loving and generous. Witty and charismatic. People will always be entertained when they're around you; which usually means your career involves a lot of talking, teaching and interactions in general.

Ex: My mother has this placement, she's a grade school teacher & the kids always love her for her animated expressions.

4th House

People will remember you for your emotional generosity. Usually seen in charts of people who work with children or housekeeping, but also stay at home mother's, though it's not just limited to those specific options. It's likey you have some sort of maternal appeal ( people see you as a parental figure or someone to care for). Someone trustworthy & safe to be around. People tend to grow fond of you & get attached very easily.

Ex: Jungkook has his sun in Libra (°27 Gemini) in the 4th house in his MC persona chart. He's known for his familial relationship with BTS as well as his voice and friendly appeal. In the future, it's likey he'll be known for his family & marriage life as well.

5th House

Your art, your passions, your childlike innocence & sensuality will be remembered by all those that come across you. People will say you're born to be an artist, an entertainer, a performer, a parent & a friend. Children will also play an important role in your life, it could be your kids or the kids of other people (inspiring them, teaching them).

Ex: Doja Cat & Michael Jackson have this placement. Need I say more?

6th House

You will be remembered greatly for your career or your work, and even your lifestyle. Something about your etiquette or even your health/habits will often be the thing people think about when they hear your name. The sign it's in as well as aspects that it makes will reveal exactly what part of your life is highlighted.

For example, if it is conjuncting pluto or uranus, you are seen as someone who has revolutionised something in your field of work.

Ex: Sid Viscous has his Sun (17°leo) in Leo 6th House. His sun conjuncts uranus in the same house. His role in The Sex Pistols were a revolutionary advocate for the punk rock movement & were a huge commercial success. However, that sucess was short lived due to many issues i.e the lack of depth portrayed through their art (lack of a strong conviction or belief). They were just 'punks' for the sake of entertainment almost. I have to note that he has a 6th house stellium in the mc chart (6 planets & a LOT of asteroids) which could explain the erratic nature of his reputation/public life.

7th House

You are likey known for being professional, but also very focused or invested in your love life (either or sometimes). Your commitments are a highlight of your career and people will see that very clearly. You may base your career on love and relationships as well; wether your own or being a matchmaker. You also likey own multiple businesses (especially if business is your main source of income).

8th House

People have very intense feelings or opinions around you. On one hand, people will go crazy for you like apeshit crazy supporters. Then on the other, people will not stop trying to take you down. Even of not in the adult entertainment industry, you still carry heavy sex appeal. Gains both haters and obsessive followers quite easily.

Ex: Cristiano Ronaldo & Jennie have this placement. Surprised? Nope.

9th House

People remember you as a sort of traditional person. Someone who values their religion and beliefs, but also optimistic and opinionated. You are the heart of a team (of you work with one). People will look up to you as someone they know they can trust. People are normally immediately at ease around you. Though there might be this larger than life mentality that you'll adopt (which could go both ways).

10th House

You may be very focused on chasing that public light; sometimes even after your reached your prime. Your public image is and always will be important to you and people can tell, though it also means that you will experience a lot of "viral" moments or times where you are able to reach very high recognition. These are usually the ones who live through multiple eras throughout their career.

Ex: Camilla Cabello has this placement. (I haven't checked, but I won't be surprised if Taylor Swift has this too).

11th House

You will be remembered as witty and one of a kind. People will often see you as a star, but still somewhat down to earth. A friend if that makes sense. They know that whatever you choose to do or however you act is according to what you truly believe in. Your funny, smart, and erratic self is out there for everyone to see. Tends to get a lot of recognition online or from people around them.

12th House

You are extremely creative, and very connected to your art or passions. People will remember you as someone that is able to transcend and bring their fantasies to life. Something about you will be majestic or untouchable. Usually, your work will involve music or art in some way. You may also incorporate religion one way or another in everything that you do. You are enchanting. You get a lot of attention for your creativity & sensitive nature. Your image thrives on places like Pinterest or Tumblr; somewhere you can share your aesthetics.

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a/n: hello hello! I had an idea in my head for a long time, so I decided to write this fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. (I'm sorry for possible mistakes since English isn't my native language, also it can be a little ooc Phainon).

Phainon.

Just that name makes you roll your eyes and make a displeased face. And when your friends and acquaintances start admiring him, you feel like throwing up.

Everyone loved this chrysos heir, but you were disgusted by him. He seemed to you to be too kind, too good for that to be true.

You don't understand why everyone has such high hopes for him. "He is our savior!", "Glory to Kefal, Lord Phainon has arrived! We are saved!", "We have nothing to worry about when Lord Phainon is around" and so on. Ugh.

The white-haired always strives to protect everyone he can. And what follows from this? That's right, he doesn't think about himself at all, as a result of which he gets injured and ends up in the hospital where you work. That's definitely the "savior".

You magically aren't around at times like this. Fortunately, your colleague and healer did not ask unnecessary questions and silently treated Phainon every time.

Sometimes, however, luck turned away from you, and you had to treat him through unwillingness. Either you were in an uncomfortable deathly silence, he was trying to start a conversation, but you showed by your whole appearance that you did not want to communicate with him. Or the treatment was accompanied by harsh and sarcastic comments on your part.

He always looked at you with such an uncomprehending and sincere look that you almost felt bad and ashamed of your behavior. Almost.

You try your best to avoid him and show that you hate him. Yes, you definitely hate Phainon.

Phainon is a man who strives to protect everyone. He sincerely tries to help people and protect them from suffering, which makes people reach out to him. He often hears words of gratitude addressed to him, awe and all that sort of thing, he responds to all this with a polite smile.

So why do you treat him completely differently?

He doesn't understand why you're so cold and harsh with him. Why are you avoiding him? Did he offend you in some way?

The Chrysos heir has tried to talk to you, to find out what he did wrong, countless times, but each time he was met with a harsh refusal. He sometimes even got injured on purpose just to get to your appointment, but in most cases he was met and treated by your colleague.

Phainon tried to ask your colleagues, but all he got in response was something vague. It seems like you're only acting like this with him.

The white-haired does not understand how he could have earned your hatred. He's upset that you don't even want to look at him.

He flatters himself with the hope that one day you will have a heart-to-heart talk, and he will find out what exactly is wrong with you. Maybe if he comes a little more often than usual and behaves a little more stubbornly, will you open your heart to him?

Anyway, just know that he won't let anyone hurt you. The very thought of you being hurt in any way leaves an unpleasant taste on his tongue and makes his stomach twist uncomfortably. He'll be there if you need help.

It's been a while since his last visit to the hospital, and you haven't seen much of him. You have already decided that the gods have taken pity on you and that he will finally no longer appear in your life, but it seems that you were overjoyed too soon.

Soon he began to appear in the hospital twice as often. And even if he wasn't injured, he still came. There is always a lot of work in a place like a hospital, so he extended his helping hand and helped in every possible way. Which meant that you were seeing each other much more than usual.

He became more persistent. Even if he wasn't trying to get you to talk, it was evident in his behavior and actions.

Even if you try to avoid his help when you're carrying something heavy, such as a stack of documents or a box of scrolls or medicines, he silently takes it from you and walks to the destination. No matter how much you said you could carry it yourself and you didn't need help, he just waved it off and continued doing what he was doing with a warm smile.

Now you didn't even have a chance that you could avoid him. He was almost literally everywhere. You're already seething with anger because your colleagues have decided that it would be ideal to talk all your ears about which Phainon is perfect.

But if you hate him so much, why did you stop pushing him away after a while when he gives you a helping hand? Let him carry heavy things if he wants to, it's better for me. You tried to convince yourself of that.

And no, the heartbeat quickened not from embarrassment when he lightly touched your hand with the pads of his fingers or showed such attention and care, but from disgust at how persistent and stubborn he was.

You still refused to talk to him, but you stopped pushing his help away. This small progress made Phainon incredibly happy. Maybe if he keeps it up, you'll open up.

He started giving you little trinkets that reminded him of you. And oh, how happy he was when he saw that you were wearing one of the necklaces he gave you.

His companions noticed his strange behavior and started teasing him about it, but he didn't seem to care. All that mattered to him right now was your trust. And he will do everything to preserve the fragile bond that has begun to form between you.

You really hate Phainon. You're absolutely sure of that. So why did you rush to shield him from the impact with your body? Why did you so desperately want to protect someone you also desperately hated?

Due to the heavy blow and blood loss, your vision started to darken. Your legs stopped holding you upright, causing you to collapse to the ground. Somewhere in the distance, a desperate and pain-filled scream could be heard. For some reason you were sure it was him, Phainon.

Before the darkness swallowed your consciousness, you felt someone gently hugging you to him and desperately begging you not to fall asleep. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to get some rest now.

Phainon's heart almost stopped when he saw you taking the blow that was meant for him. He didn't waste a second dealing with the remaining enemies and quickly ran towards you.

He gently picked you up and tried to bring you to your senses. He asked you so desperately and pitifully to stay conscious. He didn't care how he looked from the outside. You. That was his priority.

Therefore, when he realized that you were about to fall into the impatient hands of Thanatos, he went to your hospital with all his might. He prayed to everyone he could for you to survive. He didn't want to lose those he cared about again.

You wouldn't be in such a deplorable situation if you hadn't gone with some colleagues to help him and other soldiers.

Because of him, you've been in a deep coma for several days now. This fact alone aggravated his emotional state. He felt guilty about what had happened.

Phainon came every day and stayed in the room as long as he could, waiting for you to wake up. The silence in the room was suffocating. He still had so much to tell you, so much to do for you.

Your colleagues had to force him out of your room. They already allowed him to stay there longer than he was supposed to, due to the fact that he was a recognized hero of Okhema.

The other Chrysos Heirs couldn't cheer up Phainon, no matter what efforts they made. Neither Tribios' support, nor Mydei's peculiar encouragement, nothing. They decided to relieve him of most of his work so that he could spend more time with you. All they could do was hope that you would get out of Thanatos' hands after all.

When you finally woke up, it was a big day. Phainon couldn't hold back the storm of feelings that arose, and pressed his lips to yours. It was a long, sensual kiss that expressed all his longing for you and those unspoken feelings. That kiss contained all that immense and tender love for you.

You wanted to pull away, but for some reason your body refused to do it. You accepted defeat and returned the kiss. It seemed like forever before he pulled away from your lips and wrapped you in a warm and strong hug, not so much to hurt, but strong enough to show how bad it was for him without you.

"I thought I'd lost you. Thanks to Kefal, you're awake," there were cracks in his voice. His condition made you feel guilty for putting yourself in mortal danger.

"I'm sorry," you were tempted to say something sarcastic, but you felt that now was not the time for that.

He squeezed you a little tighter in his arms, nuzzling into your neck. Be sure that nothing like this will happen again, he will not allow this incident to happen again.

Yes, you really hate Phainon, just as much as you love him. Although maybe you didn't hate him from the very beginning, you just refused to accept it.

[idorelyss]

POCKETS OF TIME ex-wife.ᐟleila ouahabi x reader

summary moments with leila that you hold dear to your heart.

contains ex.ᐟwife leila ouahabi x reader universe, this is set during the years of their marriage, mentions of weight, they're so inlove, pure fluff!

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PLAYING STAY READY (WHAT A LIFE) BY JHENE AIKO FT KENDRICK LAMAR

ONE

you're laying on leila chest, her hands playing with your hair. lips still swollen from a long overdue makeout session. this was the first time you have seen leila in about two weeks, she had been away doing the usual football duties she has to do to get the career she strives for. you two texted the entire time while she was away, but nothing can compare to hearing her voice in person and feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

“i missed you.. alot,” you murmur, breaking the comfortable silence that laid between you two.

leila chuckles, “really? i missed you more.”

“pfft, no way. i always feel like a puppy begging for you to look my way.”

“anyone who knows us would disagree with that. i'm the one always looking for your attention.”

you sit up, making leila frown at the sudden loss of weight. her frown soon turns into a smile when she looks at your face; brows all furrowed and eyes all squinted. when you looked like that, she always knew you were thinking hard.

“i've been crazy about you since literally the first day you asked me out,” you say.

“same here,” leila sits up beside you, pushing back some of your hair behind your ear with her hand, “i liked you so much so fast. i never said anything about it until now cause i thought it would scare you off.”

you laugh, shaking your head.

“scare me off? nah, you could never scare me off.”

leila pulls you back into her arms, falling back onto the bed. “good cause i'm too obsessed to let you go.”

TWO

“look at you,” leila says with admiration laced into her tone, “your bump has gotten so big.”

a shy smile graces your lips as you look in the mirror at where leila's hands are resting at the bottom of your belly bump. ever since you have been showing, leila has asked you to stand infront of the floor length mirror in your bedroom so you two can look at the bump together.

“i feel like a whale,” you pout. weight isn't something you have ever really cared about, but seeing your body change so much in such a short amount of time has messed with you a bit if you're being honest.

leila scoffs before gently biting your ear. “don't talk about my wife like that,” she says, resting her head on your shoulder.

you roll your eyes in faux annoyance but in reality your heart warms at how she doesn't let you self deprecate.

“you're gorgeous. you're basically glowing,” leila pairs her compliments with a kiss to your cheek.

“ugh, stop..” you mumble, pouting. feeling embarrassed with her attention on you.

leila shakes her head but stops for now. her mind focusing on something else, “is the extra weight giving you trouble? making your back hurt?”

you let out a sigh and nod. the bigger your bump grew, the more your back felt strained. you aren't used to carrying around the extra weight even at 24 weeks.

“it's okay, princesa. i gotchu,” leila says. she slides her hands to underneath your belly then pushes it up, lifting the weight from you.

the relief she gives you makes you groan softly.

the smug look of satisfaction leila gives you makes you groan again, this time out of annoyance, and close your eyes.

THREE

it's pouring raining outside. the weather matches your unpleasant mood. today felt like it was out of a movie, in a bad way. you had burned your eggs this morning so you went to work only have eaten a protein bar then you made a mistake at work and got scolded then on the way home you wanted to grab some cinnamon rolls to make up for your bad day but nope, forgot your cards at home and you only realized when you reached the counter. the sting of embarrassment that went through you when you had to say nevermind and walk out still burns you hours later.

so yeah, you have been having a shitty day.

you have already cried all the tears you could and eaten half of the ice cream in your freezer.

still, your bad mood is persistent. sticking onto you like it's humidity.

so you call leila, something you should had done earlier but you weren't thinking about that through all of your tears and anger at the day.

pick up, please you beg internally. the phone rings and rings until the voicemail plays. you let out a heavy sigh.

what could she possibly be doing? you remember her texting you in the morning with her usual good morning then telling you that she was going to go play soccer with her friends but that was back around eight am. she has to be finished with that by now.

you are about to set your phone down and start back on your ice cream binge when it rings.

my baby 💋 pops up on your screen. you barely let the ringtone play before you answer.

“leila..” you say, your voice nearly breaking into a sob.

“princesa, what's wrong? why you sound so down?” leila feels like her heart is breaking with how sad you sound answering the phone. she was just getting out of the shower when you called, so she missed it but called back the moment she was in her bedroom.

you let out a deep breathe, trying to stop yourself from crying. wanting to sound clear enough for leila to understand the words coming out of your mouth.

“today has been the worst day of my life. i swear.. like-” you go into a rant about all the happened. your chest feeling lighter and lighter as you speak.

leila listens to it all, already getting dressed as she puts you on speaker. she wasn't going to just sit at home while her girlfriend was going through it.

“don't worry, baby. i'm coming,” she says, staying a few minutes more on the phone before hanging up.

fifteen minutes later and there was a knock at your door. you get up and open it to the sight of a soaked leila with two bags in her hand.

“oh my god, leila, get in here.” you step aside to allow her to walk in. she smiles and come inside. kicking off her shoes by the shoerack before walking over to the kitchen to set the bags down.

“babe, why are you soaked?” you say, following behind her.

“cause i ran here. the bus would had took too long,” she says casually like that isn't insane, “oh, and i stopped by the store as you can see.” she starts to pull out the snacks she brought out of the bags.

you look at her like she's crazy. all you can do is laugh as you shake your head, “i love you but please, next time, just take the bus.”

“not when you about to breakdown over the phone with me,” she turns to look at you, frowning as she looks at your face. there are tear stains down your cheeks, your eyes are all puffy. she comes close to you and brings her hands to cup your face.

the coolness of her hands make you let out a puff, but you don't pull away. practically melting into her affection.

“next time you have a really shitty day, call me as soon as possible. i care about you, amor,” she says softly like you were fragile.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“i'll call you next time.. as soon as possible.”

“good. now let's eat all of these snacks until we feel sick and watch a movie,” leila says, proceeding to peck your forehead before pulling away.

you nod before remembering that leila is literally soaking wet and getting the water all over your floors. “right after you go dry off and change,” you say.

leila looks down at herself before smirking, “oh yeah. hold on a sec.”

FOUR

leila's sitting at one of the many tables in this venue, sipping on a glass of champagne. you and her have just got married. her feet are tired from dancing, her face is tired from smiling and laughing, and her stomach feels so full after all the cake she ate.

you're on the dance floor, dancing with your niece who isn't really your niece. the little girl, brielle, is actually your bestfriend's daughter. she's an adorable little girl who was happily the flower girl for the wedding.

the venue is pretty much empty at this point. everyone is off to their hotel rooms or outside talking about whatever. music is softly playing from the DJ booth. it feels like a scene straight out of a movie.

leila can't stop her smile from growing as she watches you pick up brielle and spin her around. you look so gorgeous like an angel. this day will definitely go down as one of the best days of her life. probably right after the day she first met you.

eventually brielle gets tired, resting her head on your shoulder. you smile as you walk over to leila.

“going to go give her back to her mom,” you say, nudging leila's foot with your heel, “then you're going to gimme a dance.”

“oh yeah?” leila sets her champagne glass to the side. she leans forward, putting her elbows on her thighs.

you nod, “mhm. i'm your wife, so you do what i want. happy wife.. happy life.”

leila shakes her head, smile still plastered on her lips, “hurry back.”

you make a kissing noise before walking away. leila whistles as she watches you walk away and lets out a laugh when you turn your head to give her an annoyed look.

ten minutes later, you're back. you come up to the side of leila and tap her shoulder.

“hi, wife. dance with me?” you hold out your hand towards her.

leila takes your hand and stands, “of course, wife.”

so that's what yall do. dancing slowly on the dancefloor, swaying to the music. there are some softly said words to eachother but it's mostly taking in the moment and enjoying it.

when the song ends, leila pulls you into a kiss. you smile into the kiss so of course she starts to smile too and the kiss goes from a embrace of lips to a clash of teeth.

“i love your smile,” leila says breathless when she pulls away.

your smile gets wider, if that's even possible, at her compliment.

“i love your smile more,” you say back.

“i love you.”

“and i love you more.”

FIVE

you're cutting vegetables, listening to your mother's voice while she talks about all the family drama. something about your cousin wedding and her husband being trash. you aren't really listening even though the tea is juicy.

it's hard to multitask; listen and cut up the vegetables well.

leila had took marco off to the park to tire him out. he has been energetic all day, so she got the got the great idea to take him out. your father decided to tag along, wanting more time with his grandson and daughter-in-law.

“-and you know, he didn't even ask for blessing from her parents to marry her. not that it's needed, but i'm pretty sure she would love to hear he got the approval of her parents,” your mother says, “he's so unlike leila. she actually came to us and ask for our permission.”

you were just nodding in agreement before fully grasping what was just said. you stop cutting, looking over at your mother.

“leila did what?” you say.

your mother looks at you, slightly annoyed you interrupted her gossiping. “she asked for permission to marry you. i remember she came here, brought flowers for me and a football jersey for your dad, and said she wanted to marry you and hoped for our blessing. of course, we gave it to her and look at you two now, married,” she says. all nonchalant like it was something you already known.

before you can say anything, your mother goes back to gossiping. continuing to talk down on your cousin's husband and you actually tune in this time as you swipe the chopped vegetables off the cutting board into the frying pan.

when leila, marco, and your dad come back, they're all starving. dinner is a lovely affair with the conversation flowing easily; marco talking about all they did at the park, your mother going into what she wants you all to do together as a family tomorrow, your father bringing up football, and leila chiming into every topic like the yapper she is.

your mind is off somewhere during dinner, but you still take part in the conversation.

after dinner, you take marco to go ready for bed while leila helps clean up.

coming out of the bathroom with a freshly bathed marco, you say goodnight to your mother and father as you pass by their bedroom. marco says a sleepy goodnight that leaves them smiling.

“night night, my love,” you say to him as you tuck him into bed. you had got him all dressed in his jammies. he looked adorable.

leila walks into the room, also changed into her pajamas and hair freshly wet from her shower. she smiles at seeing the two of you.

“mama, can we go back to the park tomorrow?” marco asks when leila comes to kneel beside you at his bed.

“mhm, yeah if we find the time,” she says.

you kiss his forehead then push back some of his hair from his eyes, “hm, you need a haircut.. we'll think about that tomorrow. sleep tight, have sweet dreams.”

you get up from where you kneel at the side of his bed and leila replaces you, going to give marco a kiss of her own and a few whispered words about what's to come tomorrow.

marco, exhausted from the day, is fast asleep by the time leila reaches his bedroom door. she smiles as she looks at him looking all adorable in his little bed then she gently shuts the door.

when she comes into your bedroom, slightly closing the door before getting into bed beside you. she kisses your forehead before saying, “he's an little angel, isn't he?”

“yeah.. must not take after you because you're the furthest thing from an angel,” you say playfully. giggling when leila pinches your side.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” leila rolls her eyes, “go shower. you smile like fried vegetables.”

“so like a meal? awe, thanks for the compliment.”

“shut up.” leila rolls her eyes before shoving you with her shoulder.

you shove her back and scoff, “don't be mad i'm a full meal and you're not.”

“that's not how it was last night-” you cover her mouth before she can continue speaking. you can feel her lips turn into a smirk underneath your palm.

“okay, shut up,” you pull your hands away.

and of course, leila has that stupid smirk on her face. “okay.. just to let you breathe for a sec. you still gotta go shower.”

“i know, but before i do.. i wanted to ask you a question.”

leila gets slightly more serious as she raises her eyebrows, gesturing for you to go ahead and ask.

“did you ask for my parents blessing before proposing to me?” you ask.

the brunette lets out a sigh then laughs, “thought you were going to ask me something super serious. yeah, i did.”

“why?”

“cause i know how much your parents mean to you and you know, i love them too. i would have still proposed with or without their blessing, but it was nice to know they were 100% behind our engagement.”

you look at her for a moment before coming close to kiss her all over her face. leila giggles, half confused, half amused.

“i love you,” you say when you pull away.

she tilts her head, looks away for a second before saying, “i love you more, you weirdo. now go shower please.”

“pfft, I still smell like a meal. don't even.”

author notes one of my best works in a long while. hope ya liked it 😚

[yeonmuse]

CHROME HEARTS ──but I break them still

❪ CHROME HEARTS ❫ nishimura riki & fem!rea 118O ⋆♱✮ fluff/angst ༯ university au ꫂ ၴႅၴ synopsis──★˙nainais library !! @k-films

℘an᭪ : written, texts & social media threads included in this chapter, welcome to my new tag-list recipients thank you for joining us on this journey. Also this is the first time I’ve written one of my smaus in first person rather than third, let me know if you guys like this better or if I should go back to writing third person reader pov.

CHAPTER 4 | stop aura farming

The art room— the place where all the magic happened, or at least it had been in your eyes. you never much cared for anything that didn’t involve eating, sleeping and breathing art. Art was something instinctive to you, something that had consumed your life from a very young age. When all you knew to write were stick figures and blended colors on an empty white page. You never cared much for your studies– though you always excelled in them nonetheless, aside from bio which you ultimately sucked at. You never cared much for parties or gaining the socialite title that many your age seemed to strive for. Your life was about art, the thing that connected you to a world outside of just your reality that was all plain black and white. The one thing that had always made you feel alive even when life had gotten complicated and heavy.

──Other than the faint noise of a paintbrush dusting against a canvas and pencils scraping coffee toned test sheets, silence hung over the room like a suffocating blanket. To you the silence was gratifying and provided a subsistence needed when working in the artistic atmosphere. You’d always found comfort in silence, no matter how heavy it sometimes got. Many times you’d be so focused that eventually the silence had become so overbearing and weighed that it’d completely devour you. A beautiful yet agonizing thing the quietness could be, and Ni ki had been on the polar opposite of such a spectrum who absolutely hated the silence been the two of you.

The quiet had completely swallowed the room whole, as if the art room had drifted off into its own sector of the universe. Not a squeak in the hallway or sound of faint footsteps in the distance. Not a hum or a yawn from you who’d been completely locked in on your work, it had been completely undeniable quiet. The only sounds cutting through momentarily was the subtle scratch of pencils on paper and brush to canvas and it had remained that way for over fifteen minutes. Initially when class ended and the professor had granted the two of you permission to stay behind and work longer he’d thought it to be the perfect opportunity, alas it gave him the chance to move in, to finally get you to crack and show him what lies beneath your cold and poised surface. All he’d known about you was simply from having observed you over the course of the first semester– the way your brows furrowed when you were perplexed or annoyed, how you’d letyour art consume you as if it were the only thing that seemed to matter..you weren’t just beautiful, you were complex, like a puzzle fit for only him to figure out.

But Ni ki had done all but speak to you within those fifteen minutes you were both sat there. He just sat silently observing, every now and then his focus would shift to his art piece until he’d eventually given up on it completely. To him you were a mere distraction, his desire and hopes for you to spare him one glance, to hear the call of his name from your lips had completely blinded him and yet it had never happened.

Fifteen minutes had long gone and eventually time stamped at five fifteen, feet shuffled on the other side of the art room door and then it swung open, an odd group pouring in seconds later. A sigh spilled from your lips on the other side of the room and you immediately shut your sketchbook, understanding your peace had now been disrupted for the day.

“I told you guys to study without me.’’ you groan, slipping your supplies into your bag and resting your arms on the table as you gave them each a look of disarray.

“Yeah and we didn’t listen so now what.’’ your brother antagonizes, making you roll your eyes at him. You didn’t even have to cook up any responses or clap backs because within seconds mako had been pushing him out of the way to get to you.“Will you move.’’

One person sat in the back of the room every now and then watching the interaction between the seven of you. Ears perking up each time he’d heard you laugh or crack a joke and even though it hadn’t been towards him he found himself smiling. Little parts of you had slightly unfolded before his eyes in the form of your friendships, though just as quick as they’d all come flooding into the room they eventually left, taking you along with them and he was once again left alone to the silence.

“Maya was not lying it was completely dead in there.’’ Melody comments as they’d moved further from the room. “You could have at least said something to him. He did by you those 300 dollar crayons.’’

“Oil pastels not crayons..and what would I even say to him. He asked me out remember it’s still pretty awkward.’’ you respond in defense

“To be honest you’re the only one that’s making it awkward because you have the social capabilities of a mouse. He doesn’t seem like he’s being awkward about it, even if he still likes you. You’re the only one still dwelling on it.’’ Hunter shrugs before taking a long swig from his coke can and tossing it into a nearby trashcan once he’s completely emptied it out.

“For fucks sake can we talk about something other than this guy?’’ Mako complained, turning to face them all and back stepping as you all walked along the hall. “Please i’m begging anything..’’

“We can talk about Chlo and the fact that she’s trying to spend her birthday sleeping and wasting away.” Maya moves in with a swift change in subject and now all eyes are on Chloe.

“What do you mean don’t you want to go out and celebrate with us?’’ you question, brows furrowed and lips shaped into a confused pout.

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend it with you guys i’d just rather sit this one out after all the quizzes and studying and work i just want to sleep.’’ she huffs, a look of exhaust shading over her face.

“Well if that’s the case we’ll all come over and we can sleep and not do anything together. You aren’t allowed to spend your big 20 alone.’’ you inquire, linking your arms with hers and resting your head on her shoulder as the two of you walked.

“Sounds good to me as long as I can sleep.” Chloe responds, resting her head on top of yours and closing her eyes.

“So it’s settled then this saturday we stay in and rest and next saturday we go out to celebrate.” Melody says, her voice bouncing off the walls with how loud she’d been.

“No one said anything about going out next saturday?” Jongseob looks at her through half lidded eyes, brows knit together in confusion.

“No shit, I’m saying it now dipshit.” She responds, starting and endless back and forth between the two of them that seemed to last until they finally reached their destined area for study group.

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[madman479r]

A change of Schneenery

Weiss:... *staring blankly at book*

Ruby: Hey, Weiss. You okay?

Weiss: Huh, what? I mean, yes. Why wouldn't I be?

Yang: Because you've been staring at the same page for 20 minutes, so unless you're a slow reader, something is bothering you.

Weiss: Since when are you observant?

Yang: Nice redirection, now spill.

Weiss:... *sighs* Well, as you know, Winter has been able to visit since Atlas has lent some of its forces to Vale and Beacon.

Blake: The sister you strive to impress and feel that nothing you do is good enough so you push harder? Yes, we know.

Weiss: Thank you for that unnecessary commentary, Blake. But yes. During our tea time, I asked if she would like to spar this evening after classes, but she said she was... otherwise engaged.

Yang: So, what? You're bummed because she's busy with work?

Weiss: It's not that. I understand she is quite busy, having responsibilities as a high ranking Atlas Specialist, I've come to terms with that and cherished the short times we get to spend together, but she said that this engagement was not work related, but rather... a... date.

Ruby: *Gasp* Oh! Your sister has a boyfriend?! That's great, good for her!

Weiss: She doesn't have a boyfriend, dunce! It is apparently her first evening with this person, so he's hardly a "boyfriend", and I wouldn't use such an immature title for Winter.

Yang: Whoa! Calm down, Ice Queen. Jeez, you seem pretty wound up by this guy.

Blake: Maybe it's because she's jealous.

Weiss: Jealous?! Of what, exactly? Why would I be jealous of Winter?

Blake: Not Winter. But of the guy she's going on a date with.

Yang:.. Weiss, please tell me you don't think incest is wincest.

Weiss: W-WHAT?! GET SUCH FILTHY, DEGENERATE THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR MIND, XIAO LONG!

Blake: Not like that, either of you. I meant as in you're jealous of this mystery guy because you're afraid of him cutting into your 'Winter' time, and she'll have less time for you.

Ruby: Oooooh! Well that's ridiculous too, Weiss. Winter is your sister, your big sister. And she'll always have time for you, the best big sisters do. Even if they can be a little overboard.

Yang: Are you referring to me?

Ruby: I don't know. Do you know anyone else who stood outside my friend's home and watched the house all night while I was having a sleep over?

Yang: It was your first time, I was just making sure they weren't the bitchy type.

Ruby: Anyway, just remember, Winter will always love you and have time for you.

Weiss:... Thanks, Ruby. I guess I just needed to hear that.

Yang: So, who is the guy that managed to capture your sister's heart. If she's got an even bigger stick up her ass than you do, he must have been a catch.

Weiss: Har har. But to answer your question, I'm not sure. She never gave me a name or even a description.

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Weiss: I'll get it. **Opens door to see...**

Weiss: Winter? What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?

Winter: Weiss? Oh, I think I may have the wrong room.

Weiss: What?

**Sound of a door behind Winter opening**

???: Winter?

**Winter and Weiss look to see**

Weiss: Urgh, Arc. What do you-

Winter: Ah, Jaune, I hope I'm not too late for our date.

Weiss: YOUR WHAT?!

Jaune: Oh, no. Just on time if anything. And can I say you look stunning.

Winter: *///* Oh, flatterer. You clean up quite nice yourself. Very handsome.

Jaune: *Rubs back of head with a blush* Yeah, I didn't think my hoodie would be a good attire. Oh! Uh? **Offers arm for her to hold** Shall we?

Winter: *locks her arm around Jaune's and waves to Weiss** I shall see you soon, sister. Sorry to disturb you. *walks off with Jaune.*

Weiss:... *twitching eye* (mind .exe has stopped working)

Yang: Dang. Didn't think I'd say this, but vomit boy looked kinda hot dressed like that. He should try that more often.

Blake: I didn't think we'd see the day he actually managed to get a date.

Ruby: Blake! That's mean.

Blake: Sorry but you can't deny what I said.

Yang: Yeah, sorry sis. But Jaune isn't exactly beating the women away with a stick, not with his dorky attitude. But still, I guess Jaune just hit the right buttons for Ice Queen senior.

Weiss: This... this has to be a mistake. A cruel joke! How could my sister, the epitome of perfection and sophistication, even entertain the idea of spending time with that buffoon?!

Yang: Hey, like I said, maybe she just saw something in him we didn't. Besides, it's just a date. It's not like she's gonna marry him.

Weiss: Do not put such disturbing imagery in my head, Yang.

Blake: Uh, guys? What's that on the floor?

Weiss: Hmm? Is... is that...

Yang: Holy shit, that's a condom! Vomit boy is kinda moving fast.

Ruby: Girls...

Weiss: That pervert!

Ruby: Weiss.

Weiss: He thinks he can so easily bed my sister and sully her name?!

Ruby: Weiss!

Weiss: I'm going to take this condom, find Winter and expose Arc for his degeneracy!

Ruby: WEISS!

Weiss: WHAT?!

Ruby: That condom doesn't belong to Jaune. It fell where Winter was standing

Weiss:...

Blake: **Slowly goes back to reading.**

Yang:... Damn.

[wolftarotcrafts]

*Art is mine*

Hey everyone! If you are looking for personal paid readings, you can now find them on my Ko-fi. I also have a few readings on there, and I am planning on adding more readings on there too.

I also have more readings on my tumblr page if you want to check those out. I will make a master list soon to make it easier and more organized. 

If you want to leave a request for readings you want to see, you can leave a comment on this post.

Pile One

Hi pile one. I see that other people think of you as very powerful and intuitive. People's impression of you is that you are charming and caring. Some of you could be quite emotional and very empathetic. People also see you as optimistic, and there is this sense of innocence. Almost starry-eyed and dreamer energy. Some of you could be daydreamers and could always be looking at and for the light in dark situations. People see you as light and airy; you could even be a healer. You make others feel comfortable and safe. You make others feel like they can be themselves without being judged. You have a healing and calm energy about you. People may go to you for advice and just to rant. Some of you could be therapists or looking to go into some healing careers. You could also just take your healing journey very seriously. When making decisions, you can think and lean more into what your heart wants. You have that Disney princess vibe. This is a wonderful and beautiful energy you all have.

Extra:12, 21, 1212, 1221, F, V, B, L, T, Blue, Red, Stars, idealistic viewpoint, dancing, ballroom, quinceañera, Huapango, Jarabe Tapatío, Disney, Princesses, Cinderella/movie, ‘A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes’, Sleeping Beauty, Aurora, ‘When you wish upon a Star, healing, vibrational, Vivian, Vera, Val, Vasquez, Gloriana, Loriana, Laura Fran, Tony, Toby, Beatrice, Braun, Luck, decisions, blond hair, water signs, long hair, elegance, in touch with the feminine side, and Latina.

Pile Two

Hey pile two. Some of you may have been drawn to pile one, and I see there's some similarity between the very feminine aspects. I also see that they have more princess vibes; you guys are more of queens. You guys may be on the quieter side and keep to yourselves in some ways or be ambivert, but when you need to be a leader or take over, you stand on business. Other people see you as someone who can take control when needed. I see them seeing you as the boss and looking at you as a leader. People see you as hardworking and intelligent. You are very caring and grounded. You treat others with respect, and you demand the same treatment back. People close to you see you as witty and sometimes even sarcastic. Some of you may be gift givers or just really love to help others out. Some of you could be on the more spiritual side or practice witchcraft/the occult. You have the energy that turns heads, and people definitely notice you. You could be very independent and strive to get where you want to be. You make goals, and you achieve them. You carry some strong and intense energy, pile two.

Extra: 10, 23, 26, 34, 35, 39, 333, 555, Q, R, E, B, S, Queen, Queen energy, Reyna, Reina, Elissa, Gimme More—Britney Spears, stand for no BS, move in silence, Earth signs, Air signs, Capricorn, Cancer, Aries, Bad B energy, Mexico, Europe, Russia, Slovakia, Scandinavia, making money moves, chill, down to earth.

Pile Three

Hello, Pile Three, people see you as a bit of a badass. Some of you could have been bullied, or you were the bully, but something shifted, and you decided to stand up for yourself and others. You aren't afraid of confrontation, and you will stand up for what's right, and many people admire you for that. People see that you fight for others and root for the underdog. People see you as very quick-witted and fast on your feet. I also see you maybe a little impulsive at times. People see you as strong, and you possess great strength. You may have gone through some challenges, but you have passed them, and now you are stronger than before. Those challenges shaped and made you into the person you are now. People may also view you as spontaneous and very funny. People see you as fast and when you are in you are all in. People see you as passionate about things you care about. 

Extra: G, O, N, D, T, Donovan, Orlando, Orlando Bloom, Omar, Gloria, Go, Race, Ready Set Start, jumping, leaping, pole-vaulting, athletic, strong, working out, school, martial arts, Shy by Jai Waetford, relationship, happy home, DND, gym, training.

[pinkaditty]

Love Type (Tokyo Debunker Ghouls)

hey me again i said id be back quickly and i did mean that.

this will have been queued for an hour at least by the time u see it. rn as i type this im debating using the taglist. i think ill use it. sorry 4 so many tags in a day, i bet ur sick of me

anyways! i had this idea while i was writing the perv!sho x reader thing. i thought about the differences between the ghouls and how they all love differently. at first i wasn't gonna post this, but then my brain wouldn't stop thinking about it so now this exists. its not meant 2 be a useful organization tool 4 the ghouls it's just something i had a little bit of fun with.

note that not every single ghoul is going 2 match the category he was put in exactly. for example, ghouls like luca, yuri, romeo, and even haru could probably fit in more than one of these categories, but i put them in the ones i thought suited them best. wanna discuss? leave a comment or an ask! ill be happy 2 talk it through with u <3.

yes i DID put in hcs about how long they last sexually. no i do NOT regret it. im speaking my TRUTH!!!

The Lover Boys:

Haku, Haru, Sho, Luca, Zenji, Rui

do not last long but recover fast and can go multiple rounds 

prefer switching up their roles (dom→sub, sub→dom) more often 

they love like it's an incurable chronic terminal disease. it's never leaving them.

all-consuming, takes up most their time, they're drowning and falling and losing their minds 4 u

You like to tell yourself you're prepared, but is that ever really true? No, not really. The way his voice drops several octaves into a low purr just from seeing you should've been warning enough as to what you were in for. You didn't expect the all-consuming, suffocating love he'd trapped you in, but were you really complaining? As far as you were concerned, you were also convinced it was meant to be, and if he was a little crazy about it, that was a small price to pay. Of course, you eventually learn why he's crazy about it - he's never had it. The truest feeling of connection, the ability to just let it all go in one person's presence, the time to really feel another person. It's eluded him for so long, and now he has it, but it's threatened by a curse, something he cannot control. It's frightening, and though he tried not to, he ultimately buries you in his love, trying to find a way to make it last. It's okay though. As the threat wanes, so will his suffocation. The love will always be intense, but he will learn how to do it right. 

The Lost Boys:

Towa, Taiga, Jiro, Ed

they last so unbelievably long u don't know how they do it

love in more subtle ways bc 2 them, true love is quiet 

they will do loud and bold professions of it, but the real love is displayed quietly 

prefer 2 stick 2 one role (either dom or sub), not super flexible 

The occasional huge flower bouquet, expensive jewelry set, or new bag were thoughtful, but mostly just for show. He reveled in the attention, the jealous stares, the sucking of teeth, the eye rolls - all of it. Because he had you, not them. But that, of course, isn't all there is to it. While he may be relatively distant in public despite the extravagant gifts, he's rather sweet and attentive in private. He hides it better than a LoverBoy, but in truth, his heart bleeds just like theirs, and he feels the need to consistently strive to win your affections. You're amongst great people, after all. How can he make sure he stands out, all the time, just for you? You understand this, of course, and you're always quick to reassure him. He will give and give and give and give, in so many ways. You almost think he's bottomless, what with how much of himself he offers up, nearly all the time. But it's alright. He will learn to remind himself that he need not give himself away to bits simply to keep your attention, especially when he's already the apple of your eye. The gifts never stop though, and neither does his obvious enjoyment in the attention it gets you. He will never stop showing you off.

The Tragic Boys:

Leo, Subaru, Ren, Kaito, Yuri

love fluctuates. intense then quiet, hot then cold, all-consuming then insignificant 

very transparent ghouls with few layers. what u see is what u get.

often don't last long and take longer to recover 

a little more flexible with role changing, but do have solid preferences 

You are never, ever prepared. He's like a pendulum, swaying back and forth between endless, bountiful devotion and a cold shoulder the following day. He's not sure how to handle this love he has for you. It's unfamiliar, it's big, it's loud, it's petrifying. He's scared he'll do something wrong, and on those days when the fear eats him alive, he closes up, rejecting your presence. But then, he sees how down you are, and knows that wasn't right, so the following day he's at your beck and call. He'll do whatever you ask, just say the word and it's done, for you. His fatal flaw is that he never communicates his deep-seated fears, instead choosing to let them rumble in his gut and disrupt your relationship as a consequence. He wants you, though, and he never wants you to doubt that. He'll communicate eventually, the words spilling out before he can think much of them, apologies and desperate sobs with them. He won't shut down anymore after this, choosing to remain like an open book for you to read at any time. He will learn to hold you the right way, without clamming up nervously when you tell him he's perfect. 

The Silent Boys: 

Tohma, Romeo, Ritsu, Lyca, Alan, Jin

their love is consistent 

never changes, always with immense depth, but never readily apparent 

love is like a pretty serene waterfall with unseen strong currents capable of killing someone 

like to switch it up every now and again (mayyybe dom→sub, sub→dom yk)

last moderately. some might finish fast, some might take a while.

His attitude and demeanor towards you hardly change. He loves you, and he's serious about it, but that won't mean special treatment, extra gifts, or public displays of love. He will love you exactly as he always has, and sees nothing wrong with it. His love is in how he looks out for you, how he worries for you despite himself, how he may allow himself a small smile when you approach, or a sigh heavy laden with devotion, after you wrap your arms around him, and before he pushes you off of him. It's okay because you know how his heart beats erratically in his chest when you approach, which he's strangely good at hiding. You know how his breath hitches in his throat every time he sees you, his eyes glazing over like you're a vision to be committed to memory. You know how he treasures you, his love hidden under his vast sea of responsibilities. Peel the layers back and you'll see he's yours in all ways that matter, but he also knows he can't let that get in the way of his daily life. Once he has the time, and is no longer bearing the weight of prying eyes and overwhelming expectations, he'll build his life around you, to make sure you feel centered in his life, as he does in yours.

well if nobody really likes these at least i had fun. amen!

no blurb 2 put here except that i have a ren fic incoming soon bc my regular [🐟] anon went crazy in my inbox about that boy and his damn collarbones.

y'all have a wonderful day im so tired.

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[slytherinshua]

ALL MY LOVE

genre. fluff. boyfriend headcanons. warnings. minghao dreams abt marriage and starting a family. not proofread and written while i'm sick and have half a braincell so i'm rly sorry if this is a mess. pairing. minghao x fem!reader. wc. 558. request. no. a/n. babe wake up slytherinshua is back skdjskd GOD IM SO HAPPY I WAS ABLE TO WRITE SOMETHING FINALLY 😭😭 thought this blog was literally gonna die cause writers block was so strong. also surprised it ended up being svt that broke through my block esp minghao but yk ill take it no complaints !!!!

boyfriend!minghao who’s a gentle, slow lover. he never rushes, but he also never leaves you with any doubt. he can read you like a book, and any concerns on your mind seem to be instantly resolved before you even have time to bring them up. he’s steady and true; your rock that you always know you can fall back on when things get tough. no matter what, he’ll always be there. he gives you a soft passionate type of love that you would never get tired of even after decades. 

boyfriend!minghao who’s always been ambitious. he has dozens of things he’d like to do and achieve, but he also knows how to take life slow and enjoy the present. he knows he has time to do everything he wants, and he reminds you that you also have plenty of time as well. sometimes you need that extra voice to tell you that it’s okay to take a break sometimes. it’s okay to breathe and think. no matter what, minghao will always be your biggest supporter— always rooting for you to strive and reach your goals, even if they are small.

boyfriend!minghao who helps you relax after a long day. warm tea and a massage are enough to put your mind and body at ease. his hands work like magic over your neck, shoulders, and back. it’s so good, in fact, that you feel guilty for not paying him for his service. he would never accept anything like that from you, though. once he’s done working out the knots for 20 minutes, he’d fall on top of you, giggling into the crook of your neck as he acts like your personal weighted blanket.

boyfriend!minghao who has a whole collection of couple items with you over the years. whether it be clothes, jewelry, or even mugs, everything he buys seems to come in a set of two. he can’t even imagine buying something for just himself anymore when you always seem to cross his mind whenever he spots something cute.

boyfriend!minghao who scolds you (but truly only out of love). his attention to detail and observant nature is both his strength and his flaw. he’s quick with his tongue— too quick— and will catch himself lecturing or correcting you when it wasn’t strictly needed. although it’s rare for his scolding to get on your nerves, as you know its a way he shows that he cares about you and loves you, it sometimes does. but he’s quick with his apologies as well, so no bickering between you two can ever last long. 

boyfriend!minghao who is so happy and secure in your relationship. he knows he’s found the one with you, and now that he’s been able to call you his for years, there’s no way he would ever be able to imagine his life without you. the overwhelming fondness he holds for you plants itself in his head and his heart and always has him thinking about your future together. he’d tell you randomly over tea how much he’s been thinking and dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you. whether it be big milestones like your wedding and starting a family, or smaller ones like waking up in each others arms each morning, he’s excited to experience it all with you.

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[op1umeyes]

— I Love You

— 🧠 synopsis. A tough case leaves you in the more than willing arms of SSA Aaron Hotchner.

— 🧠 word count. 2,409

— 🧠 warnings. Foul language. Idiots to lovers. Friends to lovers. Weird plot. Possible jealous!Hotch.

Maybe it was the children that hadn’t been saved in time. Maybe it was the pitying glances from not only the team, but the police officers. Maybe, even, it was the way Aaron’s eyes flitted away any time y/n looked up. 

No, y/n was mad. Angry, spiteful, defiant- any other synonyms for angry. The fact that the unsub had been completely fooled by y/n’s act until he had promptly decided he didn’t believe y/n’s promise to help in any way she could to lower his prison sentence. That’s the thing with schizophrenics: they’re extremely paranoid.

Y/n was so infuriated, she refused to talk- a habit that she had learned from childhood. If she didn’t say anything, she couldn’t get in trouble. It was a bad habit that y/n had eventually stopped by the time she went to college because the anger she kept inside of her without any kind of release would always find a way to rot her from the inside out. 

So now, even on the flight home, y/n still hasn’t said more than two sentences in a row.

— 🧠

Aaron Hotchner was a man with excellent observation skills and the ability to adapt. He knew y/n’s habit of reserving herself to silence due to the amount of time they have worked together, but Aaron felt like something was different this time.

Instead of starting the pile of paperwork he already had, Aaron instead found himself watching y/n. She was always extremely sensitive to cases that dealt with kids, but this seem to hit home, adding to the fact that their unsub had blown his brains out within a five foot radius of y/n and the seven-year-old girl that had been the last victim. 

When the team had gotten to the scene, they watched the little girl dissolve into y/n’s arms, brain matter and blood on the latter’s face. The look in y/n’s eyes when Derek had immediately rushed to the two of them was one of complete despair. Aaron watched, paralyzed, as you picked up the little girl and let her scream and wail near your ringing ears. You turned, pressing her head down so she wouldn’t look at the dead body and look Aaron dead in the eyes and took the child to the ambulance.

Something in your eyes had provoked worry in Aaron. Did you feel guilty? Were you not allowing yourself to break down when you needed to be strong for the little soul in your arms? Was there something you were trying to tell him?

“Hey,” Hotch murmured. He sat down as carefully as he could (which wasn’t too impressive seeing as it was 1 in the morning on a plane).

When you didn’t say anything, Hotch sighed. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I need you to know you did what you had to do. What he did… that wasn’t on you, y/n.”

Then you looked up at him with tears in your eyes and Aaron felt his heart sink. “Oh, honey…” he whispered. 

And then you were in his arms, crying, while trying not to wake up the others. “Hotch, I-“ you started, sniffling. 

“I’m here, sweetheart,” Aaron all but cooed, lightly carding his fingers through your hair. He knew you blamed yourself because that’s how you are. You always strive to do the best you possibly could, oftentimes resorting to neglecting yourself whenever you did something that you knew you could have done better or simply because you forgot. 

“It’s all my fault, Aaron, I- I could have saved him but- I… I messed up and I- I don’t even know what I did! And that little girl…” you trailed off, another wave of tears threatening to overtake your ability to speak. 

Aaron’s throat bobbed as he struggled to find the words to comfort the woman in his arms. Long ago had he resigned to simply being y/n’s boss/borderline friend because he accepted the fact that- as much as he hated to admit it- he was older, not your type, or just simply unattractive. But he would do theoretically anything you asked him to do even if it caused him heartbreak in the future.

“You saved that little girl, angel. *You* did. If you save one of them, you save all of them. Focus on the good, honey, not the bad. If you can do that then you can do anything, and believe me,” Aaron smiled, “I have no doubt in my mind you can do anything.” 

Aaron held you and prayed to God that you didn’t hear how fast his heart was racing. He brushed your tears away and let you sleep on his shoulder, happy that he had hopefully gotten you out of your funk.

— 🧠

Later, Aaron woke up to Derek tapping his shoulder. “Do you want me to take our golden girl home?” Derek asked, with a softness to his voice that he had whenever he talked to you. 

Blinking away the tiredness from his eyes, Aaron shook his head. “No. No, I got her. Tjank you, Derek, but you need to go home and get some rest.” 

Derek nodded. “Get home safe,” he said to Hotch, a small smile in his face when he heard you sigh a little in you sleep and bury your head even further into Aaron’s neck.

Derek patted Aaron’s shoulder before taking his leave.

“Wake up, y/n,” Aaron murmured, heart swelling in his chest when he heard you mumble incoherent words.

Slinging his own go-bag and yours over his shoulders, Hotch helped you stand up.

“Hotch, lemme take my-“ you started, being cut off with a yawn.

“I got it, y/n,” Aaron chuckled. He let you slip your arm in his and all but lean on him as he made his way to his car. 

When he got you settled into the passage seat, Aaron tossed the bags in the back and started the drive to your house. 

“Aaron?” You asked, voice small.

He looked over at you. Despite the lack of light, Aaron watched you pick at your fingers. “Yeah?”

It took you a minute before saying something. You wanted to ask him why he kept calling you ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’. It’s not that you didn’t like it (you loved it), you just don’t think he could keep calling you that if he didn’t have any kind of attraction to you. You, though, you’ve been enamored with Aaron Hotchner since the day he shook your hand and offered you a job. 

Similarly, you wanted to ask him what he did when he got lost in his own mind; when he himself couldn’t pull himself out of his thoughts. 

So you settled on a breathless “Thank you”. 

Silence reigned once more as Aaron tried to pick out the meaning of your thanks. Where you thanking him for driving you home? For letting you fall asleep on him? For… being one of the best friends you’d ever had in your life without saying it?

When Aaron carried your bag to the door as you unlocked the it, he wondered if there was another universe where he was taking you home every night, going to bed with you, waking up to Jack begging for pancakes with you, dropping Jack off at school with you, and then going to work with you. Maybe, Aaron thought, somewhere in another universe I’m watching the woman I love fall asleep with my child in her arms. 

“Do you… need anything else?” Aaron asked, holding out y/n’s go-bag for her to take. 

Aaron kicked himself. He felt like a school boy whenever you’re around, and the fact that he’s standing in front of you and your home isn’t really helping his nerves.

“Would you maybe want to, uh… stay? For tonight?” Y/n blurted. Aaron’s eyes must have widened because he saw y/n become flustered. “I- you know, just for tonight. I need a ride to work tomorrow anyway… You- You might as well just stay.”

“If you want me to-“

“Please?” 

Aaron stepped into y/n’s house and immediately toed off his shoes. “Where do you want me to put this?” 

“I’ll take it.” She accepted the bag and walked to her room.

Aaron walked around the kitchen. Your house was clean and colorful. You had quite a few photos of the sunset framed by your television, but there were a lot more candid shots of the BAU then of your family. Hm.

“Come here, A,” you called from your room (?).

Dutifully, Aaron followed the sound of your voice, pushing your door open slowly and entering your room. Where you sleep. Where you get dressed and undressed. Where you live.

You walked over to Aaron and handed him a little pile of clothes. “These should fit. I guessed your size. If those don’t fit I have more men’s clothes.” 

“Why do you have men’s clothing?” Aaron asked, a smile toying at his lips. 

“Brothers, boyfriends… they’re comfy,” y/n shrugged. “Does it matter, Aaron?” 

Aaron watched you tilt your head, smirk widening. 

“Just curious.” He defends himself poorly, red tinging his cheeks as he scratches his head.

“Bathroom’s right in there,” you say, pointing to the door attached to your room. 

Aarom walks to your bathroom and shuts the door. He immediately releases a breath of air he hadn’t realize he had been holding. After turning on the lights, he changes into the clothes you gave him. Both owns smelled exactly like you, something that made Aaron smile.

He shut off the light and closed the door. “Thank you, y/n. I appreciate it.”

You looked up from your dresser. “You’d do the same for me. There’s nothing to thank me, Aaron.”

“What are you doing?” Aaron asked, approaching your figure. 

“I don’t think you would want to see me walk around in just a bra and boxers, A,” y/n laughs. 

The bluntness of your answers smacks Aaron in the face with a metal bar. “Boxers?” He finds himself asking.

You just laugh. “They’re comfortable.” 

“You don’t have to change your sleeping routine for me,” Aaron says quietly, eyes looking directly into your own.

“Are you sure?” 

“We’re just sleeping,” Aaron shrugs. “So there’s nothing to worry about.”

Your eyes flicker between your boss’s and suddenly your wondering how you got here. The line between boss/employee and more-than-friends/not-quite-dating was blurred and you didn’t even remember putting your thumb on how you felt about your boss.

“Okay,” you say slowly. You close the drawer, holding a sports bra and boxers. “I’m gonna go change and go to sleep… Do you want me to set up the couch or just sleep in the bed with me?” 

“What do you want, y/n?”

You direct your gaze to the floor. “I don’t care, honestly.” You weren’t just gonna tell your crush you feel safer when his touch is what lulls you to sleep, that you’ve been in love with him since practically the beginning of time, that you wanted more than just a night (of PG activities!) with him.

“I hear your brain going 200 miles an hour over there, sweetheart. What’re you thinking?” Aaron teases.

“Will you hold me, Aaron?” You ask, urging yourself to look into his eyes. Moment of truth, you think, he’s either gonna laugh in my face or I’m gonna fall even deeper in love with my boss as we cuddle.

Aaron feels winded at your tiny voice. Yes, he wants to scream, yes! “Go get changed, honey. I’ll be right here.” 

Then that smile is back and all Aaron wants to do his pick you up in his arms and kiss you, maybe spin you around the room. His heart swells in his chest again (it’s been doing that a lot lately, he notes) as you pat his arm in thanks as you pass him to head to your bathroom.

Aaron climbs into your bed, setting his essentials (badge, keys, gun, etc.,) on the nightstand. 

You flip off the light switch and pad over to the bed and slip under the covers. 

For what felt like a millennium, Aaron held his breath and waited. 

“Aaron, I have to tell you something. It’s been on my mind and… just hear me out. Please. You don’t have to say anything back and I understand if-“ you babble.

“Take a breath, y/n,” Aaron soothes. “What’s up?”

“I’m in love with you, Aaron Benjamin Hotchner. Like, if I had to choose between you over breathing I would literally spend my last breath telling you how much I love you. You are always on my mind, Aaron, and it hurts because I can’t do anything about it. I know I’m not your type, I know I’m just your co-worker, I know you probably aren’t looking to date anyone, but I just… I want you to know,” you ramble, words tumbling out of your mouth like Reid when he get’s started on some random fact. 

Aaron blinks, pupils widening. “Do you seriously think you’re ‘just a co-worker’ to me?” 

You swallow. “Yeah?”

“Do you think I would let just anyone call me Aaron? How often to you see me taking out Morgan for coffee when he gets cranky? Do I almost always end up sitting by Emily on the flight home after a case? Do I call Spencer ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’?” Aaron asks quietly, hand resting on your cheek while he tucks a loc of hair under your ear so he can see your eyes better. “Jack loves you. I love you.” Aaron laughs at how comically large your eyes get.

“Jack loves me?” You ask.

Aaron laughs. “He loves you ‘to the moon and back’.” 

“He loves that book, Aaron, don’t laugh at your baby boy,” you scold playfully.

“I outdo him though, because I love you to Saturn and back.”

You turn to the nightstand and shut the light off before turning back to face Aaron. “Will you hold me, Aaron? Please?” 

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Aaron says, opening his arms to welcome you into him. 

And then that’s when you know his words are true. His heart rate  is definitely elevated, but so is yours. “Will you tell me you love me, again?”

Aaron, now lying on his back with you clinging onto him like a weighted blanket, complied. Carding his fingers through her hair, Aaron lulled her mind off to a quiet, safe place. “I love you, angel,” Aaron whispered, pressing a soft kiss to y/n’s forhead.

[oblique-lane]

more mercenary analysis, whichever merc you want <3

Not a mercenary but... Okay!

Let's dissect Pauling

Always so collected, responsible and efficient. The one who is not afraid to get her hands dirty for the sake of a goal, and her performance is always one hundred percent. What could possibly be not cool about her?

Well, maybe the fact that this all is, in fact, an act. Of course it is.

I'm not saying her determination and dedication to her job aren't sincere decisions of her heart, she really enjoys it and shines in her work. It's just a matter of WHY and WHAT she's doing it for. And on what scale.

For her, her job is EVERYTHING. Eagerly working 364 days a year with barely any rest, masochistically putting herself in so much danger, blindly following the boss's instructions, not even hesitating to kill people standing on the way...

Wow, there's gotta be something going on here.

Well, obviously the Administrator plays A HUGE role in this situation. Why would Pauling trust her so much? Referring to the comics, Pauling trusted her wholeheartedly on whatever the Administrator was planning, even though she didn't know what it was. This blind following that vaguely resembles nothing less than a weird somewhat child-to-a-mother attachment. It's just a Boss, just a job, why?

Because that's what it is. Mother issues. Very apparent.

We don't know anything about Pauling's past, so there's where the headcanons begin:

I'm assuming her birth mother was very neglectful and dismissing, never acknowledged her daughter's accomplishments and struggles. No matter how hard Pauling tried to become "worthy" in her eyes, it seemed to be never enough, as if she didn't even exist at all. Maybe her mother was a substance addict or something and their household wasn't safe and stable, so Pauling had to become an adult early and run away from home as a teenager and find a job to get by.

(I assume that because I believe there was a mention in the canon lore that Ms.Pauling had been working for the Administrator for long long years (don't remember exactly), indicating that she started working when she was still a minor).

So, being taken under the Administrators wing, her young wounded brain found a substitute for a very thing she was lacking, subconsciously clinging onto the Administrator as a newly mother figure, in order to "get it right this time".

Administrators Strictness, responsibility and demandingness were the most favorite qualities of a person of authority in Pauling's eyes, in contrast to the laziness, unaccountability and indifference of the environment in which she grew up. She could finally strive.

This time she would show the mother figure that she's worthy, she's important and irreplaceable; she exists. She would prove that no amount of hardship is too much for her if it means approval for the Administrator.

And the Administrator kind-of-sort-of gave Pauling this pseudo-love in return, encouraging her to sacrifice herself even more for their work. Which is at the very least unfair, and at most just predatory. Administrators "love" was conditional, in contrast with when the real motherly love Pauling unknowingly expected. Administrator was too immature for a mother figure, too much in power for a partner or a friend, yet too close for a formal boss. What is this!? Something not nice.

The Administrator doesn't love Pauling for Pauling, she loves her working qualities. And thus, Paulings subconscious guess was confirmed that "I'm only important when I'm doing the job. I AM the job."

Tying your worth to what you DO instead of what you are is a huge dangerous existential rout one could choose. But she never really knew her importance outside of her skills, so she wouldn't know.

Now imagine how actually painful that character arc was for her, when the Administrator proved herself to be unreliable and secretive, and when Pauling started to question her intentions for the first time.

"... Because I trusted you!"

"Then why are you questioning me now?"

It wasn't even the real conversation between them, just Pauling's mind torturing her.

It reminded me of the crisis of a 4-year-old when they realise that their parents aren't perfect; they don't know anything and they CAN hurt you.This shattering illusion of almighty love. When a child stops believing that the "harsh love" their mother treats them with is simply an abuse.

Wouldn't it be terrifying to realise in your 20s thar despite running for "the mother's approval" all your life, you will never truly get it. If your mother failed to provide it to you at such a young age, nothing will truly substitute that, especially now, when you're an adult, no one will love your inner child the way it was supposed to be loved.

Unless you yourself decide to take that role.

...

Realistically speaking, it's not nearly that sever with Pauling! She's happy in the environment she's in, there's lots of interests for her to explore (Guns, fights, killin'!) So many adventures every day! Even if Pauling has her inner suffering, it's not that bad aa I describe it. Her mother problems may actually be an advantage, a reason she is such a good and caring boss for the mercenaries.

I'm just edgying things down for the sake of the clearer analysis. But still...

If the Administrator will be gone and Pauling loses her life-dedicated job... What will be left? Who is Pauling once Mann Co is no more? Can she answer that?

References:

– A video that helped me better understand the Good Girl mask:

– "Lise Bourbeau's 5 soul wounds model: Injustice"

[thecaptainofcosmichorrors]

Witch anon here! ~

Surprisingly not a witch reader (though you can make the reader a witch admirer if you want to. That would be awesome!)

If you don't do requests with Shadow Milk's Sage Of Truth Costume, that's completely fine and you can ignore this!

Also this is based on the theory that Shadow milk's costume is his redeemed form.

If you do requests with SOT Shmilk, could I request Shadow Milk (Sage Of Truth) x reader dating headcanons, where reader was friends with Shadow Milk before his descend into madness, so they go to see his downfall and live through it. But now that its over, they're both feeling awkward in the relationship? :3

[How interesting~ As delightful as Witch inspired cookie would’ve been, I’m afraid he wouldn’t take too kindly to such a thought]

Relearning Your Shape

Shadow Milk Cookie (Sage Of Truth) x Reader

[Note/warnings- I do use the title Fount of Knowledge in the beginning]

You always were something special; a detail, seemingly lost to the seas of time. You knew The Beasts long before they earned their tumultuous titles, though you always were particularly close with The Fount of Knowledge. The two of you hit it off—ever fast friends. Despite your position, you never seemed to view him as the others did; something to be worshiped, but never adored. Fount was just another cookie, If not a powerful cookie. You weren’t naïve, you understood that him—such as the other Virtues—were capable, but that didn’t mean they were without feelings. Though Knowledge seemed content on allowing this to perpetuate itself, challenging cookies question their own perception of him and learn the truth.

You on the other hand? You had far less patience for cookies that never seemed to really want the truth; only ever willing to hear what easiest their minds and pleases their hearts. You were quick to defend his honor whenever you caught wind of a snide remark that had no business leaving their lips—to the slight dismay of The Fount of Knowledge. After every quarrel, he had made it a habit to ease your mind; commenting on the futility of forcing one’s knowledge on another so unwilling, you would always sigh, but still acknowledge your friend’s words—despite you both knowing you would never truly heed such advice.

Despite your stubbornness often getting in your way, Fount never seem to take much offense; it was this unapologetic persistence that allowed the two of you to pave the way for your friendship. You had gifted him something hard to come by; your earnest and undivided attention, you took the truth on the chin and worked through any riddle designed to leave your head reeling wholeheartedly. You were never perfect, but that wasn’t what you were striving for—and by your words, it seemed that you believed the same for him. You seem to content with him as he was, regardless of his knowledge.

His decline was slow, hardly noticeable at first; a small crack here and there. At first you assumed stress, the students had been particularly pushy and the other Virtues seemed troubled as well… but then it worsened. The Fount of Knowledge started to drown himself in his work, almost desperate in his pursuit to gain answers. Though the only thing he gained in return was the absolute dread of watching the start of the end. Soon, Fount became much more disgruntled; frazzled even, not quite losing that sharpness—instead, his aim muddled. He tried his best not to lash out at you. You were not to blame for this seemingly endless string of disaster; and yet, he continued to grow bitter. You saw the truth, accepted it for what it was… why couldn’t everyone else be more like you?

Everything you tried only made things worse; not because of you, but because of what it told him. Your help only exacerbated the problem, and had inadvertently showed The Fount of Knowledge the lengths you would go to understand and learn more; something that he would only dream of others doing? Why should he help when all had turned their backs from the truth?

The day he finally fell was one met with gleeful eyes that didn’t seem to quite match.

The Witches were far less understanding, and while you ached, you couldn’t fully blame them; it was nothing less than the massacre, one that would cling to the very dough of your being long after the dust settled. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to watch as the Beasts were locked away.

When The Ancients arrived to the scene, you kept your distance. It would be unwise to grow attached to Cookies that could possibly fall to the same fate as their predecessors; you especially avoided Pure Vanilla. He was a painful reminder of what you had lost and what could’ve been; one glance at him felt like a knife being lodged in your chest, and the worst part was, he knew that and kept his distance out of respect for you—only twisting it.

Though in a cruel twist of events, it was him who approached you for assistance after news of the Beasts had escaped the Silver Tree. Conflicted didn’t even begin to describe the rush emotions that went through you, how is that possible? Why, why now just when you had finally started to heal? And why would Pure Vanilla ask you… despite everything…

Seeing Shadow Milk Cookie was… surreal, he seemed all too keen on tormenting your ragtag group; and yet, time seem to still the moment you look at each other.

…

It was awkward, Having to learn each other’s shape all over again, but the two of you tried your best to make it work—you had seen the depths of his loneliness. Shadow Milk wasn’t the cookie that you knew before, redemption or not; occasionally though, you’d get glimpses of what was. But soon you realized that your relationship would never be the same, and that you would have to be content with that; lest you keep your distance.

Though you couldn’t bring yourself to actually distance, you grappled with it before ultimately accepting it—change would come if you liked it or not, only fools disillusioned themselves to such a truth. His progress was slow and tedious, but you were proud of him regardless; cheering him on every step of the way, and giving him a patience that you had lacked before—perhaps you had changed as well.

There was never any particular point that marked the shift of your relationship; instead, it naturally evolved. Yes, it wasn’t your intention to fall in love with The Sage Of Truth, but it felt so natural. Like it was always met to be.

The two of you only continue to understand each other better by the day; though the awkwardness hasn’t completely vanished yet, merely settles—You’re not there yet, but you will one day. For now, you both take in each day, one step at a time.

[neerons]

Some of Yves Kloss’ best quotes

"He caaaaaaaaame! " (—Yves screaming about Clavis)

"You're the most common commoner I've ever seen. You have no redeeming features to speak of. Why should I accept someone like that?"

"Choosing me shows how sophisticated you are. You won't regret it." (—Yves' changing route quote)

"Y-You call that a CAKE...?" (—Yves reacting to Clavis' gift)

"If this shameless behavior goes on any longer, you’ll find out what happens if you test my patience. I suggest that you don’t." (—Yves defending Emma in front of a noblewoman that bullied her)

"ExCUSE me? What on earth are you doing hiding in my closet?!"

"Excuse me? And why not?! I’m going to tell everyone, so we can figure out how best to punish her for what she did to you! (…) Huh?! Hey, no, you’ve got it all wrong! This isn’t kindness! I just know I’d end up with the worst stomachache if something happened to you because of me!" (—Yves defending Emma)

"Why should you have to be the one to carry such a heavy burden? This is a problem between two nations. It’s not the sort of thing a simple, kind-hearted woman like yourself needs to get involved in."

"…Emma really is amazing. I could never do anything like that. I always wanted to be a bridge that could bring Obsidian and Rhodolite together… But I was despised just for being half-Obsidianite, and I accepted it all, like it was completely normal. I never did a single thing to actually improve the relationship between our countries. I didn’t even think I could. It takes courage and resolve to approach someone when you’re completely at odds with them. It’s not easy, not in the slightest. I bet it’s left Emma in tears countless times. But even so, she’s still here now, holding her head high and taking that first step towards peace. She really is… amazing. (…) She’s so beautiful it’s dazzling. (…) I’ve spent my whole life with my head down, seeing nothing but the ground at my feet. I really need to change—I need to learn from her example." (—Yves talking about Emma to Leon)

"Fhwhwh...?! Oh my god. How is my little brother this adorable?!" (—Yves talking about Licht)

"Know this: Yves Kloss loves you, and he's always thinking about you. There's not a day you're not in his thoughts."

"You do realize you're pretty, no matter what?"

"For the record? Each time you make me happy, I swear I'll make you even happier."

"H-Hey... Have you really not noticed that I, Yves Kloss, am waiting for the right moment to talk with you?"

"U-Um, Emma... Don't tell me you're... with both of them...?" (—Yves talking about Emma holding Gilbert's and Clavis' hands)

"Just the thought of being tossed into a den full of women sends a shiver up my spine..."

"Did you just say... LOVE?!" (—Yves to Licht and Leon)

"I guess you captivated me. You were always striving to be perfect, and... that's the Emma I fell in love with."

"Y-You think you can just be all cute and get away with it, huh?"

"Please don't cry, Emma. When you cry... my heart aches so badly I don't know what to do."

"I'm not a prince to be pitied. It doesn't matter if no one accepts me. The only one I need acceptance from is me. (...) It doesn't matter what other people say. What's the point, if you can't trust yourself, and believe in your own worth? Even if they trample you under their filthy, worn boots—so long as you hold your head high and believe in yourself, it'll only make you stronger."

"Okay, which of you gave Licht wine?! How many times have I told you not to?!"

"There are so many people in the world who hate me. But... I hate me more than any of them."

"Aww, Licht, don't be so down. Failure is an unavoidable part of cooking!" (—Yves reassuring a sulking Licht)

"I'm never making dessert for any of you ever again!! You're all horrible and you can eat dirt for all I care!"

"I am NOT a cat!!!"

"...I know that kindness of yours is probably a virtue, but I can't help worrying that you're going to kindness yourself to death one day."

"What? No! I didn't meow. Why on earth would I meow?!"

"You're my goddess of happiness. I... thank you for coming, Emma."

"He's such a brazen fool! Not a principled bone in his body, and he's incorrigible to boot!" (—Yves talking about Nokto)

"Listen, you didn't hear this from me, but... Licht made almost five hundred attempts before he baked an edible batch of cookies. (...) That boy really loves you a lot. So much that it gives me heartburn just thinking about it."

"I often get told that I don't have luck. But when I talk to you, I feel like my life isn't all that bad."

"I hope she comes soo... WAHH! W-Warn me when you come!"