#🌙 walk through the fire

[lovely-laceys-blog]

Hawkins, Indiana had always been a strange place. Whether the locals wanted to admit it or not, something had been wrong with that place since the moment it was built. Well, that’s what happens when you build a town right over a Hellmouth.

‘A Hellmouth is a sort of portal between Earth and the next dimension- a true hot spot for supernatural activity. Even when closed, the mystical energy attracts all sorts of creatures.’

That’s what Lacey’s Watcher, Derrick Posey had told her when she first started fulfilling her sacred duty. As it had been for centuries, in every generation, there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. And she… is the Slayer.

To be given a sacred duty at the ripe age of fourteen after moving across the country was a big deal, to say the least. Lacey, however, did her best to take her job seriously. She never made any close friends, kept her appearances by day innocent and unsuspecting. And when the sun went down, she hunted. Protecting the town from the monsters that went bump in the night. And Derrick had been there for her every step of the way, coaching her and teaching her how to be the best slayer he could be. Because if she wasn’t… she was dead. And the next slayer would be called upon.

Everything changed for the worst when Will Byers suddenly went missing. That’s when the Hellmouth really reared it’s ugly head and began to crack, spilling parts of that other dimension into the one Lacey needed to protect. That very same week, Barbara Holland went missing, and so did Derrick Posey. Missing was a gentler term to cover what had really happened. Again, Lacey was on her own.

The town had gone to shit since then. No matter how hard Lacey fought or researched, she was always missing *something* about the town that had the gates of hell creaking open every year or so. Then they would close, giving Lacey the littlest bit of hope that it would stay that way. It never did.

The latest opening had been the worst. Right in the middle of town, so dangerously close to the library Lacey worked at. The news had brushed it off as just another bad earthquake following a string of murders. Some Hawkins residents stayed after that, and most left.

Lacey had spent the better part of her morning going through the returned books, making sure they were still in good condition. Some son of a bitch had decided to stick a wad of gum on the back of a nice hardback book and let it dry there, and Lacey was determined to get it off without destroying the rest of the book. Using a letter opener, she carefully scraped away at the gum, almost missing Dustin Henderson and his gaggle of friends walk into the library, talking in hushed whispers.

Dustin had always been a frequent flier at the library. Lacey had engaged in some small talk with him over the years, and from what she could tell, he was an alright kid. A little odd at times, giving her a gut feeling that the poor kid knew more than he let on, but still an okay kid. She’d often let him check out more books than allowed, or waive a late fee here or there for him.

Setting aside the gum-infested book and letter opener aside, Lacey moved to stand, getting the group’s attention. “Anything I can help you all find?”

[smileysuh]

aphrodisiac - TEASER

🌙 starring. Mark Lee x afab!Reader I ft. Lee Donghyuck

🔮 preview. You kiss him softly at first, waiting to see how he reacts. Mark is frozen, but after a second, his hands pull you closer, his lips moving more urgently against your own. His tongue licks at you, and you open your mouth for him, accepting everything Mark is giving you on the dance floor. You hook your fingers in Mark’s belt, pulling his body flush to your own. He groans against your lips, deepening the kiss. It’s a struggle to breathe, a struggle to do anything but get lost in the demon hunter as he kisses you in a way you’ve never been kissed before. He tastes like rum, coke, and a deep longing that’s been brewing for much more than a week. His hands cradle you close, as if he never wants to let go, and you wonder for a moment if he’s wanted this for as many years as you have.

tw/cw. slight cnc (demon!Hyuck uses an aphrodisiac power to make reader and Mark fuck, but they've been into each other for years), weird voyeurism, weird demonic shows of dominance through dirty talk, dirty talk, breast worship, pussy worship, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism (fucking in a deserted alleyway), Mark has big dick energy in this, roughness, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, face riding, aphrodisiac assisted powerful orgasms, multiple reader orgasms, death, etc…

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.5k

🍭 aus. demon au, demon!Hyuck, demon hunter reader/Mark, childhood friends to semi-forced lovers, fake dating, hotel only has one bed, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. this is hella on the tame side of cnc since that's not generally something I've ever written, but I still wanted to include the warning since Hyuck uses his demonic powers to utilize the attraction Mark and reader have to each other to get them to fuck.

There are busier streets you could be walking- busier streets that a normal person would feel more comfortable using at a time like this, but you and Mark are looking for trouble, and as you make your way down a secluded alleyway ten blocks from your hotel, trouble finds you. 

“It’s quite the show you two have put on for me this week,” a voice rings out, and you immediately whip around to look at the man crouched on the fire escape one level up. You know the moment you see him that this is the demon you’ve been hunting. Although he looks quite human in the dim light of the alleyway, there’s an aura about him that feels wrong, dangerous. “Two little demon hunters out to catch a big bad. That’s very sexy.”

Mark’s hand flies to his belt, where his knife is hidden, but the demon lets out a low whistle that makes him falter.

“You won’t be needing that,” the demon announces. “After all, the aphrodesiac should be kicking in any moment.”

Your blood runs cold, and realization washes over you.

“Your little girlfriend has figured it out,” the demon clicks his tongue. “Have you?”

Mark’s gaze shifts to your own, and your pulse races at the brief eye contact, your pussy throbbing-

“I’m Hyuck, and I’m the demon who likes to eat my prey… after watching them fuck.”

“Shit-” Mark mutters, his hand beginning to shake by his hidden blade. 

“Just be grateful you’ll die after having sex,” Hyuck coos. “Something tells me the two of you have never fucked. I’ve been watching you all week. Bet you thought you were very convincing, pretending to be a couple and everything. Had your first kiss tonight, didn’t you? It’s cute.” The demon taps his fingers along the fire escape, standing up and looking down at you. “Cute that you ever thought the two of you could be a match for me.”

You try to grab your own blade, but your hands won’t cooperate. You’re overtaken by a need- if you’re not tearing Mark’s clothes off, you don’t want to touch anything at all. Your mind is still focused on the mission, but your body simply won’t do what you want it to do… except, you really want to jump Mark’s bones.

“If it’s any consolation, my aphrodisiac power only works on people who are already into each other. You can fuck without worrying that the other isn’t into it, and since it’s your last night on Earth, you might as well enjoy it… if you can.” Hyuck cocks his head to the side. “Guessing this isn’t the way you wanted your first time with your pretty little girlfriend to go, but, all’s fair in love, war, and demon hell spawns.”

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[astrologydayz]

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS//ASPECTS - SYNASTRY♤

SUN CONJUNCT/TRINE MOON = Sun being Moon's gatekeeper🗡🦁. Moon feels safe&secure with Sun, because Sun can take one look at Moon persons face &know exactly what they feel at any given moment. Like embarrassment, anger, sadness, happiness etc. People could also question why they don't date - if they're into whatever gender the other one is, ofc. And if you're not family ofc. This is a soulmate aspect!! So they can definitely see each other as platonic soulmates. &they're usually also best friends/or VERY close at least. People they date, can get VERY jealous of their relationship, &VERY insecure about the closeness they share, without it even being anything romantic!! Moon always feels like they can share ANYTHING they want2 with Sun!! They won't "hide" from Sun, ever. They’ll go through fire 4Sun🥺. Sun will guide Moon! & Sun will ALWAYS lead here, not saying they won't let Moon decide anything, But Sun will always be the one 2 take the "final decision". &Moon doesn't have a problem with that - at least not the trine. The conjunction can sometimes go both ways😘. Look at sign/s/house/s 2 c how & where Sun guides Moon🌙/where - how Moon always shows up 4 Sun☀️.

SUN SQUARE/QUINCUNX MOON = Moon doesn't always feel comfortable sharing what they feel, cuz if they do, Sun can react in a way they don't like, so they would rather keep it in at times. Sun can be too dominating, too decided on "leading"/deciding things. Moon will end up with all these feelings of frustrations, bc they keep it in. So at some point = they'll end up starting fights, getting so frustrated that they just CAN'T HOLD IT IN ANYMORE. Sun can be too focused on their own needs/wants, that they can tend 2 not take Moon's feelings into consideration. Sun can think of Moon as 2 emotional, 2 sensitive, that they should grow up. Sun can also be "2much in Moons business", 2probing. They can still be close tho, but there will always be some of the issues, I mentioned above. I call friendships with this aspect FRENEMIES!! Moon can't be 100% open emotionally, & Sun can't be 100% who their ego wants them 2 be. Look at signs/houses 2 c where Sun can get ego trips & why/where Moon feels unheard/misunderstood.

MERCURY CONJUNCT/TRINE NEPTUNE = this aspect can show a telepathic connection between 2 people/"where u meet each other on another plane"/or in dreams. U can listen 2 a lot of music together/make music together/watch a lot movies/be creative af/create art together! Mercury can inspire Neptune 2 go for their dreams, instead of just dreaming of them💫. Mercury is like Neptune's hype man! Neptune knows what the Mercury person thinks about, a lot of the time. They can have MANY conversations about things our mind ain't sure about. Like life after death/if there's a god/karma/aliens etc. Neptune will have the Mercury person thinking about why they're here, 4sure. Spirituality can also be a big thing! Look at house/s/signs 2 c how/why Mercury will inspire Neptune2create, & where/how Neptune will make Mercury rethink their life. The conjunction can go both ways💜.

MERCURY SQUARE/QUINCUNX NEPTUNE = IF u create art together, or something like that = 100% different visions about whatever u create/arguments about it. Mercury can lie 2 Neptune person a lot, even about dumb shit. Like about what they had for dinner😵‍💫 . Neptune can't really communicate with Mercury person about their dreams/hopes. Mercury can't understand/c Neptune's "vision". Mercury can criticize Neptune. Like Mercury telling Neptune person that their dreams are unrealistic/or Neptune ain't good enough 4 what they want 2 achieve. Mercury can feel small/ambitionless, bc Neptune dreams are so big/dreamlike. What Neptune wants2 achieve is something Mercury could feel jealous of. Neptune can have rose coloured glasses on a lot. Like a person with 100% full vision, walking with their own eyes closed. But they do know if Mercury is lying tho, or they just have a feeling about it. They just choose "2 skip it". Look at houses & signs 2c where/how Mercury is deceiving/tearing down Neptune, & how/where Neptune can make Mercury person feel anxious.

VENUS CONJUNCT/TRINE SATURN = Venus can depend on Saturn person financially, or on Saturn creating stability for Venus! like Venus living at Saturns house/at Saturns property, or Saturn always being the one “who picks up” Venus/is the one who’s there 4 them etc. Venus always know that they can depend on Saturn. Venus can feel very loved, &cared for by Saturn. Saturn brings a "fatherly" kind of love. They can also be the one who picks Venus up after parties/when Venus goes out & needs 2be picked up. They can be in each others life for a very long time. Venus can feel like there's a lot 2 live up 2/Venus can be afraid of disappointing Saturn. Saturn just wants Venus 2 do the best they can! But the way they go about it can be a little hard sometimes🤔. Venus quickly sees that it'll end up helping them in the end tho! Saturn will always be there to 2 remind Venus that there's another day&another try, if they don't succeed the 1st time. Karma from a past life/or created in this one! Look at house/s & sign/s 2c where your karma is/where Saturn "saves" Venus & where Venus loves&support Saturn, always.

VENUS SQUARE/QUINCUNX SATURN = Venus can get treated like a little kid by the Saturn person. Saturn telling them what they should, or shouldn't do/what they should like, or shouldn't like. Saturn mocking/putting Venus down because of their own insecurities. Saturn can be jealous of Venus, &can try 2 one up them a lot. Saturn feels like Venus ain't dependable, so they're not either. Saturn here teaches Venus how to love themself, &find out what they need/don't need in friendships/family relationships, whatever platonic connection it is. Saturn can't be there 4 Venus, as Venus needs them2. Venus can have internal conflicts with themself about letting Saturn go/Cutting them off. Bad Karma between them from a past life, that they need 2 get done with in this life. Or bad karma being created in this one. One of them owes something to the other one/or will owe something 2 the other. look at houses&signs 2 c where/how karma is being created/where it's getting dealt, &done with. Where/how Saturn treats Venus person like an imbecile, &where/how Venus makes the Saturn person insecure.

MARS CONJUNCT/TRINE MOON = Mars can help Moon with standing up for themselves/teaching them how to fight back/or teaching them how to defend themselves. Mars can be hardcore protective sometimes, bc they feel a need 2 help Moon in any kind of "danger" situation. Moon can feel like Mars is a bit 2 much sometimes, but won't have a problem with it, cuz they're kinda used2 it, &can find it comforting. Moon can help calm Mars down, when mars need someone to vent 2. They can have fights sometimes, & not talk for a little while but they almost always come back together, and agrees to disagree. Mars can think Moon is 2 sweet for their own good, and think they're a little bit naive sometimes. Look at house/s & sign/s 2 c how & where Mars helps/protects Moon, & where&how Moon can guide Mars when it comes 2 their temper/aggressions. The conjunction can go both ways, so also read what I've written down under here.

MARS SQUARE/QUINCUNX MOON = Mars can gaslight Moon a whole fucking lot. Making moon feel cornered, unsure, & uncomfortable. Mars is too aggressive for Moon's liking. Moon can even be kind of scared, not ever knowing what Mars persons next actions will be. Mars can think that Moon needs too much attention/2demanding of Mars, or that they're way 2 emotional/sensitive - a crybaby in their eyes. Moon can become quiet a whole lot, when Mars starts2 become mean/aggressive. They want to yell, &scream but won't. Moon will hold all of it in for a long time. They'll start2 feel some kind of resentment towards Mars at some point, And when they're feeling enough resentment = they'll end up erupting on Mars, &even Mars will be surprised by this. Look at houses & signs 2 c where/how Mars gaslights/is 2 aggressive towards Moon, & how/where Moon is 2 emotional/2needy for Mars.

POF CONJUNCT/TRINE NORTH NODE = North Node person is the one receiving/benefitting from the POF person. Let it be material, or spiritual success/growth. Even higher knowledge. North Node person NEEDS this from POF person! They need it 2 grow and evolve in this life/them getting a step closer towards what they need 2 do here. And it's something that's constant with North Node, like North Node person will always be the one benefitting from POF person, unless they have a double whammy ofc.

BML conjunct DSC = can show that the Lilith person, will ruin house persons relationships with other people. Lilith can also decide, or at least try 2 decide who the DSC person is "supposed" 2 talk 2🐈🐈.

⚡️ Uranus conjunct DSC = causes the DSC person 2 find the Uranus person "unreliable", "not understanding of their needs", "Uranus being eccentric, and not always available 4 house person"❄️. Uranus could come & go a lot. U could like that energy, if u have Uranus aspecting your DSC in your natal chart.

REMEMBER 2 ALWAYS LOOK AT BOTH NATAL CHARTS2!!💋 REALLY EVERYTHING, SO YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW IT PLAYS OUT!! THANKS4READING!!!

I appreciate u❤️

[cupidlovesastro]

🌞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 🌙

astrology observations #16 (child of the sun)

fire sign observations

fixed sign observations

leo is ruled by the sun, the planet of self expression, identity, life, your core, the ego, your father, masculinity, energy, your personality, what’s conscious. leo’s are positive, loving, passionate, bold, dramatic, assertive, courageous, confident, leaders, determined, and enjoy attention

moon represents emotions, intuitions, comforts, unconscious mind, instincts, spirituality, motherhood, fertility, femininity, and your home.

topics covered in this post- emotions, good mom traits, bad mom traits, leo moon face, your house/ room, leo moon celebrities

♌︎ your emotions may be quite dramatic and bold. they may also lead you whenever you are upset. you may over identify with your emotions as well, or just identify with them in general. you may relate more to your moon sign than other placements. you may be someone who’s very optimistic and tries to see the good in everything. your emotions may make you take risk, sometimes beneficial, but also sometimes not so much. you have a lot of emotional energy as well, it can be draining at times for you and possibly for others. you are confident in your emotions though and confident in your intuition. you may be someone who follows your heart and gut feeling often. you can also be very confrontational when has hurt your feelings. you are someone who is very loving and affectionate, and you may express this often. you may also have a lot of love in your heart in general. when low vibrational or unevolved, you could seek attention through your emotions. you might make a bigger deal out of things for the attention of it all. since this is a fixed sign, you may be quite stuck in your feelings often, and stand beside them no matter what others think. a lot of “i feel how i feel” energy

♌︎ the moon can also represent comfort. tv shows may help comfort you, especially reality tv or shows that are in the drama genre. you may also like theater and plays. you may also enjoy things that make you feel seen or heard. venting and ranting may help, especially on a platform of some kind, but also loved ones. having an item you really love may also be very comforting. i can also see this placement feeling comforted when they were able to pour their heart out

♌︎ if your mom was a good mom she showed you lots of affection and attention. she may have also put you in things in school that would give you a lot of confidence, respect, scholarship, etc. making you feel confident was also important to her, just as much as making you feel loved. she could be a confident person herself and had leader like qualities. she may not back down from an arguments and likely didn’t let people walk over her many people may look up to her. she was an optimistic person herself. she was also very hand on with you and could’ve showed her affection in various ways, but mainly physical touch

♌︎ if your mom was a bad mom she may have been an attention seeker and may have used you so she can get attention as well. she could’ve been pessimistic and not a very confident person. she could’ve struggled to show you that she loves you and could’ve been more distant than hands on. she may be very controlling or manipulative as well. there could’ve also been lots of love bombing. she may have been an angry person who lost her temper often too. she could’ve had a complex as well, and thought she was better than everyone else

♌︎ moon can represent the face. leo moon celebrities can have a face of a cat. they also tend to have slimmer eyes, upturn almond eyes especially. longer nose bridges that are pointier at the tip. as well as higher cheek bones and shorter/ rounder faces

♌︎ you may want a house that’s very self expressive. you want people to walk in your house and immediately feel your vibes or energy. you also want your house to give a positive energy and impression. if or when you live with people you are definitely the boss of the house. you could like your house or room to have bold colors or a dramatized version of an aesthetic. like you will go all the way for the aesthetic of your house. your house, wether it’s the exterior or interior, catches people’s attention quite easily. your house has very loving energy and definitely give people good vibes. if you don’t have a house/apartment, it could apply to your room

♌︎ leo moon celebrities- megan thee stallion, marilyn manson, paris hilton, halle berry, queen elizabeth the 2nd, david bowie, monica bellucci, lana del rey, megan fox

[kiwi-astrology]

Moon Signs in the Composite 🌙🧸💛

Moon signs in the composite chart represent the inner world of the connection. It’s what you guys see that others don’t. It’s the sacred emotional vessel between you both that allows for deeper understanding and comfort. The moon sign in the composite can show how the connection feels safe and nurtured.

🍭💙☁️Aries: Heightened emotions that thrive on thrill and excitement. The relationship that enjoys going on late night drives to walk a bustling city sidewalk, looking for adventure. May need to feel like a kid in this relationship to feel safe. There is a need to comfort your inner child and allow recklessness to be a part of the connection. Mistakes need to be accepted and forgiven. Sometimes there is more safety felt feelings emotions separately, but this does not mean you should skimp out on sharing those feelings even if it’s not mutual. Use the excitement that naturally secures this relationship to create a non-threatening environment for full emotional expression. 

🍵💚🧩Taurus: Constant uplifting attitude and unconditional support is needed to feel safe in this connection. A mutual understanding of personal time, space, and care is also prominent. The times spent together will always feel safe and protected, but time apart needs to occur as well. When one person feels “left-out” a possessive and dangerous side can come out. Make emotional boundaries and emotional space clear. With that reassured for both people, maximum safety and comfort can occur. Enjoys making space for emotional comfort and expression that can occur through taking pictures, watching television, making meals, going shopping. All the mundane joys in life that can be shared amongst the two (and time only between the two rather than in a group) for bonding. 

🛼🪩🫧Gemini: Emotions need to be stimulating and curious. There is an enticing risk with sharing emotions and opening up in this connection. Depending on your personal moon sign, you may become more questioning of emotions and safety with this moon placement. You will be curious to explore each other's secrets, desires, and inner world. Great placement if the need is to communicate feelings and hypothesize the unknown. Twin-like gemini energy will require both people to interject ideas into conversations you both share. Just as much as one person is curious, the other person will be. The constant add-on of ideas can begin a rabbit hole of intellectualizing emotions that can be hard to defeat. Remember to leave room for feeling any emotions between the two without creating a formula from it. Hone in on the youthful curiosity of emotions and label any thinking as “thinking”. It will allow room for the natural curiosity of the gemini moon in the composite while not straying too far away from the beauty of the moon. 

🩰🫶🐚Cancer: A nurturing connection that will grow an urge to protect each other from. One person can begin to take on a mothering role over another. Others may not see how much it scares one another to care deeply about a connection. This connection becomes an emotional sanctuary for one another and there is a desire to “come home” to one another. Very sensitive to each other's emotional changes. Be careful to not monitor each other's emotions too much. Others may not see how losing or being apart from this person can feel like a house fire. You two begin to bring each other comfort the closer you get. 

🌞💛🏖️Leo: Emotions are bold, dramatic, and expressive. It will be hard to hide any feelings from one another. Without emotional expression, the relationship becomes uncomfortable. There is safety in grand gestures to display feelings for one another. If your emotional connection is hidden from others, there could be speculation of deceit on either end. You want everyone to know how you feel, because the connection feels too special to hide. It will be safe to engage in child-like expression and joy. You both will allow each other to be passionate about the desire to connect with each other. Any “minimizing” of feelings or emotions will feel unsafe and uncomfortable. 

🛵🏵️🧘‍♀️Virgo: Need to delve into reasonings behind feelings within the connection. A need to constantly share emotions, especially if they are unfamiliar. One person may feel drawn to intellectualizing the emotions of another. A need to calm down from any emotions brought on by the relationship alone. Journaling about any feelings regarding this connection is important. Things may be better explained after journaling or through journaling/text. Emotions could often be spilled out online, they may feel safer to be expressed at a distance. A need to “be better” at holding each other's emotions. Feeling responsible for each other's emotions. Could influence each other to go to therapy to better compartmentalize. A soft spot for defending the other person's emotional distance from others/a community. You’ve studied each other's emotions enough to “understand why”, but try to not feel a need to always defend them. 

🍓💌🤍Libra: Comfort in this relationship is found in treating each other. Spending time making any task fun. Whether it actually be fun tasks or ones forced to do together, there is a comfort in sharing joy. A good moon placement in connections where you always want to do things together, or have to do many things together. Sharing space and feelings will be comfortable, but not overbearing. It may be harder to feel comfortable sharing darker or unpleasant feelings. No hesitation to feel joy and peace with each other.  Not everyone will see the ease of comfort you guys have together since there may always seem to be some distance due to indulging in positive feelings. 

📝🖤🌌Scorpio: Emotionally intense but close connection. Others may not see how much you actually care for the other person. It may seem the opposite. I’ve seen this composite moon placement attract public gossip if one person is jealous over the other because of how close they seem…in a “peculiar” way if one person seems to have more than another. There is an unspoken bond to embrace the depth of any and every emotion together. A comfortability being with each other even if there is an experience of heavy emotions. It may not always seem this way to others, but a ride or die bond to ensure the other is safe and protected. 

🪷💟💒Sagittarius: Others don’t see how philosophical and all-inviting this connection is. How much exploration and discovering you guys do with each other. This moon placement in the composite embraces every emotion and feeling to experience without intellectualizing in this connection. Long deep talks about the emotional safety and security needed will benefit this moon placement. Accepting every emotion of the other person and rejecting nothing will ensure both people feel safe to express emotions. There is a commitment to holding space for each other's emotional state and well-being. Much like the centaur symbolism, if one person’s head begins to get in the clouds the other person will try to take on the role of the grounding horse to stabilize the connection. Make priority that not one person is taking up the emotional space without ever giving any room to the other person. Equanimity is granted after mutual respect for this. 

🥮🤎🪐Capricorn: As simple as it sounds: being there for each other. Becoming the person each other can rely on. There is a responsibility to be of stable use to the other person for their emotions. Commitment is stable and reciprocated. An objective and straight to the point release of feelings and expectations you have for each other ensures safety. There will be a need to clarify expectations garnering the relationship. Work can become an issue that interferes with emotional safety and security. One person may simply choose work over the relationship. Others may try to balance it but their desire for work overshadows the emotional need of the relationship. Someone could feel “less than” for not prioritizing work as much as another. Ensure that time is made to focus solely on the emotional needs of the relationship beyond practical home-life matters. The structure has no meaning if the insides are starving. 

🪸🦋🧁Aquarius: Others will overlook the deep friendship within the connection of this moon composite placement. There’s a sense of alliance and being there for each other that others may not understand. Especially in non-romantic connections, there will be a continual force and need to support one another when needed. Emotions are at a safe distance from each other, but that does not mean a lack of support. It may take awhile to open up to each other, but there will always be a friendship present. If at social events or in community settings, this moon placement will allow both people to find comfort in each other's physical presence. Unusual environments will not startle this couple’s emotional baseline. There is security in being able to come back to each other comfortably no matter the situation. 

🪼🩵💎Pisces: Deep romantic desires come out in this connection with this moon placement. Whether it is romantically or opening up about your romantic side with friends/companions, it will feel safer to embrace this energy. You will both see hidden whimsical sides of each other that not everyone is entitled to. There can be a blind empathy as well, always being open to absorb each other's emotional state and be a vessel of creation. It could be easier to feel more artistically inspired around each other. It can be hard to address the “uglier” emotions as you will feel drawn to wear rose-colored glasses regarding your emotional expression with each other. 

[hannah-louise-97]

COMFORT AFTER DARK 🌙

Just a small comfort story about Noa comforting an anxious reader, I hope you enjoy 🙊

You lay alone in your poorly made bed next to your campfire, listening to the sounds of night creatures in the trees. You had done this every night and usually found it to be fine to fall asleep to, but for some reason, tonight, you're far from tired. On edge and on red alert every time you hear a slight noise. Even the sound of an owl calling above your head makes you flinch in panic.

As you pull the blanket closer to your face, you feel your body begin to tremble from nervousness, your eyes darting in all different directions as you lay there, the nocturnal animals seeming to play tricks on you, their calls and rustling sounding louder than usual.

The sound of a birds wings flapping in the trees above you causes you to cover your head with your tattered blanket and peak through one of the holes, an attempt at trying hard to calm your anxiety, but it just makes it worse, deciding that needing to see completely around you with your peripheral vision is a must.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, you curse under your breath, wondering why, out of all the nights you have stayed out in the forest, why is tonight the only night you feel this way?

Movement in the corner of your eye sparks up your senses completely, making you dart upright in your bed. Looking around quickly and squinting your eyes to see better, you see a large black figure slowly walking towards you. Gasping and closing your eyes tightly, you hope that you're just overtired, and it's just your imagination messing with you, but as you reopen your eyes, you see the figure still stepping closer.

You sit in silence as your chest heaves up and down with your rapid breaths, moving your blanket further up your face. You get the urge to call out and ask what on earth they’re doing here but you daren’t, you know that the way you’re feeling will only make it worse so instead you quickly lean over and take out the knife from your bag.

Clenching the knife in front of you with trembling hands as the figure finally gets close enough for you to see it’s face, you realise that it’s a young chimpanzee. He doesn’t look too threatening compared to some of the other animals you’ve seen wander onto your path, in fact, he looks curious, sniffing the air and wrinkling his nose, but you still struggle to trust that he won’t attack you there and then.

Staring at him, you continue to point the knife at him, finally mustering up the courage to speak with narrowed eyes “I- I’m warning you” but your words come out more like a trembling whisper rather than threatening.

The chimpanzee looks at you and raises and eyebrow with what seems like confusion “I will... not hurt” his voice comes out as a soft rasp whilst he looks around your camp “I was climbing... and saw your fire” he pauses to look at you “I am... Noa”.

You nod slowly, quite shocked at how docile he seems, but not taking your eyes away from him as he sits down next to you and faces towards the fire, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees.

“you should not... be out here alone” he turns to you, his eyes reflecting the orange glow from the flames.

You continue to grip onto your knife tightly, still pointing it at him, your eyes staying wide as your adrenaline continues to coarse through you. In some ways you’re quite liking that you’re not alone anymore but you’re certainly not willing to take any chances at this point.

The chimpanzee looks at your knife and tilts his head. Rolling his eyes and opening his arms to signal his innocence “I will not hurt... I saw you scared... and wanted to see... if you were okay” he looks at you with a raised brow “I can leave... if makes you... feel better?” the tone of his question comes out as though taunting you.

You hesitantly lower the knife, realising that maybe he really isn’t a threat to you at all, and tone honest, you do like how he makes you feel a little safer “N- No... you can stay”. You stutter, feeling your nerves begin to subside. The thought that someone, albeit an evolved chimpanzee was now sitting with you and no longer left to deal with your anxiety alone, you begin to feel a little more at ease.

Noa relaxes his posture and looks at you, his lips curling into a slight smile “how long... have you been... out here alone?” he moves his hands, signing with his question.

You look at him timidly, still a little on edge “my whole life” letting out a sigh and leaning back against a tree, you want to get to know this Noa a little bit more but you just end up smiling back at him and stuttering “I- I guess It’s nice to not be on my own anymore”

Noa lets out a soft grunt “I will stay... as long as... you need-... dangerous out here... alone” he looks back at the fire and frowns, wrinkling his nose while motioning to the dying flames “more wood-... needs more wood” standing up slowly, he is clearly cautious, not wanting to make you feel threatened again.

You grip onto the blanket and pull it back up near your face as you watch the chimp gather pieces of wood from around your camp and throw some of it onto the small fire.

“flames were... fading” he mumbles as he sits back down next to you, a little closer this time “but this... will last a while” he taps the wood that he has put beside him.

You narrow your eyes and raise a brow with curiosity but pretend you didn’t notice him sitting purposely closer to you, staring at the dancing flames, your body still trembling ever so slightly while your nerves continuing to slowly wear off.

He turns to you “I sometimes... find it hard to sleep” he signed with his words and motioned to the trees “went out for a climb... and saw your camp... got me curious”

Moving your knees to your chest and hugging them, you let out a small yawn and look at the ground “I don’t know why, but I’ve felt progressively nervous tonight” you glance up and see him looking at you.

“You need... comfort?” his hands do subtle movements along with his question.

You look at him, too nervous to say yes.

Noa hesitates for a moment then rests his weight on his knuckles to slowly move closer to your body. still being careful not to startle you. He sees you flinching away at first, causing him to pause his movements, but as you feel the warmth of his body next to you, and his fur brushing against the bare skin on the part of your shoulder you didn’t realise was uncovered until now, you end up involuntarily leaning into him, welcoming the physical touch that your body craved tonight.

You let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction as you feel him wrap his arms around you and gently put one of his hands on the back of your head, bringing you to lean into him. As you nuzzle into his chest, you hear his breathing as a slow steady rhythm, the motion of it relaxing you to finally close your eyes.

His words come out a quiet whisper against your hair as he rests his chin atop your head “it’s okay... you’re not alone now”.

[creedslove]

STORM BLISS ⛈️

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f! reader

Summary: Joel was caught in a storm and got home dripping after patrol. It made you so turned on you didn't even let him dry himself up before riding your cowboy. But the next day he's got a cold and now you have to take care of him

(this can be read as a sequence to SLEEP BLISS 💤, SHOWER BLISS 🫧, MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙, BABY BLISS 🍼 PART ONE AND TWO, and CHOCOLATE CAKE BLISS 🎂 or it can be read as a one shot, it's up to you)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, so much fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of cockwarming, sick!Joel, out of character!Joel, pregnancy talk

A/N: I'm sick so everybody gets sick as well!!!

1.2k words (short and sweet)

When you heard Joel's first coughs and how suddenly his voice got hoarse when he first woke up in the morning, you felt quite guilty.

You knew perhaps you weren't the one responsible for his cold, but maybe you were just a little, when the night before, when he came home after patrol under heavy rain, instead of sending him straight to a warm shower, giving him a warm cup of tea while you cooked some soup for dinner, you just pushed him down the couch and straddled him.

There was something about wet haired Joel that stirred something inside of you. You just saw him entering the house, his heavy coat drenched, his boots dripping and his wet hair, brown eyes lit up when he saw you, and for a minute, he looked more like a stray dog caught in the rain than anything else.

Your heart raced, it always did when you saw Joel, and to think he was yours, was just another level of feelings to you. But then he took his coat off and you saw the rain had poured through the coat. And his flannel hung tight around his body, humid and outlining his broad chest, and that set your core on fire.

You remember well when you walked to him, placed your hands on his shoulders, caressing and biting your lips.

"The storm caught you really bad, didn't it handsome?"

And then Joel nodded, with his sweet puppy brown eyes and all you could do was to push him onto the nearest surface you could find and straddle him.

If you remembered well, you even said something about wanting to ride a cowboy, which made Joel laugh in amusement and groan in arousal. He loved when you acted all slutty just for him.

And he happily obliged your desire of riding a cowboy, even if he technically wasn't one.

And after riding that thick cock, you just stayed there, his length buried deep inside of you, as you clung to his wet body, instead of covering him in a warm blanket, you just rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

You felt him go soft inside of you, but your walls still clenched around his cock, earning soft groans from him.

It just felt so good and you held your breath when his hand rested on your womb, stroking it gently.

He hadn't brought any baby talks, but what if?

You were about to ask him again, but his kissable lips seemed so inviting you didn't resist, you just leaned in and let him kiss you again.

And then, in the morning, you woke up to Joel coughing. At first he tried reassuring you it was no big deal, but you could tell just by the way he slowly and carefully swallowed, his throat was sore.

You told him to lie down in bed some more while you made you both breakfast, preparing some ginger and lemon tea. It might not taste great but it certainly helped with any discomfort.

And then you noticed his hair humid and glued to his forehead. It wasn't hot and yet he was sweating, so you knew he had a fever. And you didn't like it one bit.

You sighed and got the thermometer, checking up his temperature and had your confirmation.

Joel frowned " 's fine, I'm not sick" he complained and tried getting up, but you held your hand against his chest

"You're not going anywhere today, you're staying here and you will obey me, got it?"

A part of Joel wanted to laugh on your face. He survived twenty years in the apocalypse by going through a lot worse than just a small fever. He had been wounded, stabbed, beaten up, he'd been sick for real, without any pills or cups of tea to heal him. Not to mention you didn't actually stand a chance in forcing him into bed if he wanted to get up.

But another part of him tried to remember when was the last time someone actually took care of him.

The last time he got sick and someone made sure he had warm blankets, was drinking enough water, made him chicken soup and kissed him goodnight. He couldn't remember, but he was probably still a child.

He had always been the one who took care of people, watched over them, protected them and killed for them.

But now he had you, and you were willing to do all of that for him. Joel didn't want you putting a bullet in someone's head for him, but maybe taking care of him while he had a cold, wouldn't hurt after all.

So he only softened up and nodded.

"Sure thing, sweetheart" he lay back against the pillow, letting you cover him again and hand him the cup of tea.

He saw the way he gazed at you and frowned, he had that small smirk, the one that screamed asshole Joel all over it and though it turned you on, it also made you angry.

You placed his now empty cup on the nightstand and titled your head to the side.

"What?"

Joel chuckled and shook his head

"It's nothing really, you're just acting like a mom right now" he shrugged and saw your puzzled face

"Is that bad?"

"It is if we don't have our baby yet…"

Your jaw dropped. Joel had been giving you hints of being welcome to pregnancies here and there, but he'd never been forward about it, not until now.

"Joel, I-.. do you really want this?" You bit your lips

"Why not? We're safe here, we have each other and I know I'm not a good person, but I could be a good dad, I was one once"

You shook your head and pecked his forehead "you are a good person and you would be the best daddy in the world… but I think this is only the fever talking"

Joel chuckled again, his hand went for your womb, stroking it softly and nuzzling your neck.

"If it's just the fever talking, why did I dream of Sarah? Why did I dream of her telling me our baby is already here?" He asked and pulled you closer, pecking your tummy so gently.

You were speechless. Joel had never said anything remotely like that. You hadn't heard him talking about his daughter, everything about her he kept to himself. You had no clue if he believed in the afterlife or not, you were sure he just had a fever induced dream, and he would probably not even remember the conversation when he woke up the next time after the tylenol kicked in, but you just couldn't tell him that, you couldn't crush his silly hope. Maybe Joel needed that, he needed to believe in that.

You smiled and nodded at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling him "yes, you're right, handsome… maybe our baby is already here" you placed your hand on top of his and pecked his lips.

Joel held you tight and didn't take long to fall back asleep.

When he finally woke up, it was almost evening and his fever had broken much to your relief.

He hadn't mentioned his dream, nor the conversation you two had while he burned up, but his hand never left your womb, for as long as you lay next to each other.

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A/N: would you really look into this face and say no to carrying this man's baby???????????????¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿?

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Indecisive. Hates confrontation. Would rather keep harmony and peace instead of fighting. Community oriented person. Disappears for days at a time. Take a good time before making any decisions. Chidi from The Good Place, not in terms of philosophy but thought process. Likes to disagree in debate. Likes to have the upper hand. Good Consultant. Feels Stuck. Communicates in a unique manner. Exercises most probably yoga. Can do a head stand. Has more feminine energy. People like you. Needs an audience. Loves to entertain, joke around. Highly spiritual. Will meet soulmate/divine partner in this life if already hasn’t met. Potential to be a CEO/Leader. Will only do things when passionate otherwise lazy. Happy-Go-Lucky. Likes to end things on a good note. Protected divinely. Intuition works really good with people and their intentions towards you. Learned the art of going through life and problems lightly. Some of you broke a leg/fractured and have used a stick to walk around. Likes adrenaline, fast energy. Love Action Movies. Frequent Emotional highs and lows. Likes to be around people, admired. Ego. Likes many things, confused about which one to choose. Learn to be patient and wait for signs. Anxious. Analysis Paralysis. Brain Fog happens to much. Feels empty before they go to bed and the notifications stop. Has delayed uncomfortable feelings. Has issue with one specific authority, most probably male. 

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Like money and sex. Falls easily into addictive behaviours. Would consider earning money illegally. Smokes especially cigars. Feels like it’s too late for them. Easily tempted. Been cheated a lot of times due to this by people you considered like brothers. People have keyed you into hating others due to envy/fulfilling own selfish motives. You are chained to the past. In the same industry/job/position for many years. Wish to change but you have grown comfortable, like you know the hang of it and don’t want to start at the bottom. Gullible with friends. Clever and Cut-Throat with enemies. Uses more force, less brain. Desire to be loved. Most relationships have ended due to miscommunication, you hiding things from them that they don’t like could be smoking etc. They don’t agree with your lifestyle and had enough so they left. Falls in love easily, would do anything for their partner. Can be obsessive in love, not easily letting go. Likes to talk. Wants to have a family someday with kids, this is very important to you. Opposites attract energy, you have attracted mainly people who are drastically different from you and it has ended up in distress, bad breakups. Fire and Water Don’t mix. One is  extroverted and passionate and  the other is introverted/imtimate. One likes PDA other Doesn’t. One things the other is not sharing their thoughts and feelings and feels rejected. Can say hurtful things while communicating. Expressive. Mainly sad because of emotional pain, have difficulty letting go/moving on.

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[thelambliesdown1974]

Okay but like walking across 🚶‍♂️ the sitting room 🐒🪑 I turn the television 📺 on 🔛 sitting beside you I look into your eyes 👁️ as the sound 🎼 of motor cars 🚗 fade in the night time 🌝 I swear I saw your face change 😲 it didn’t seem quite right 🤔 and it’s hello babe! 👋 with your guardian eyes so blue 👀 hey my baby 👶🏼 dont you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 coming closer 👬 with our eyes 👁️ a distance falls around our bodies ⬅️➡️ out in the garden 🪴 the moon 🌙 seems very bright 💡 six 6️⃣ saintly shrouded men ✝️ move across the lawn 🏡 slowly the seventh walks in front 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️ with a torch 🔦 held high in hand 🤚 and it’s hey babe! 👋👶🏼 your suppers waiting for you 🍝 hey my baby! 👋👶🏼 don’t you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 I’ve been so far from here 🌄 far from your loving arms 😘 it’s good to feel you again 🥰 it’s been a long long time ⏳⌛️… hasn’t it🤔…………………… I know 🤓 a farmer 👨‍🌾 who looks after a farm 🌾 with water clear 💧 he cares for all his harvest 🥕 I know 🤓 a fireman 👨‍🚒 who looks after the fire 🔥… cant you see he’s fooled you all 😈 yes it’s him again 🤯 can you see he’s fooled you all 😢 share his peace ☮️ sign the lease 📑 he’s a super sonic scientist 👨🏻‍🔬 he’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man 🙏 look! 👀 look into my mouth 👄 he cries 🗣️ and all the children 👧🏼 passed down many paths 🛤️ I bet my life you’ll walk inside 🚶‍♂️ hand in hand 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 gland in gland 😵‍💫 with a spoonful 🥄 of miracle 🕊️ it’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary 🙏 (we will rock you 🪨 rock you 🪨 little snake 🐍 we will keep you snug ☺️ and warm 😊…………………… wearing feelings 😁 on our faces 💁‍♂️ while our faces took a rest 😴🛌 we walked across the fields 🌾 to see the children 👦🏼 of the west 🧭 but there was a host of dark skinned warriors 🤺 standing still below the ground 👇🏻 🌎 waiting for battle! ⚔️ fights begun they’ve been released 😡 killing for for peace ☮️ bang bang bang! 💥 bang bang bang! 💥 and they’ve given me a wonderful potion 🧪 but I cannot contain my emotion 😭 and even though I’m feeling good 😌 👍 something tells me 🧐 I better activate my prayer 🙏 capsule 💊 todays the day 📆 to celebrate 🎉 the for have met their fate 🪦 the order for rejoicing 🥳 and dancing 🕺 has come from our warlord 🤴…………………… wandering through the chaos 🥾 the battle has left ⚔️ we climb up the mountain of human flesh 🗻 to a plateau of green grass 🏞️ and green trees 🌳 full of life 🕊️ a young figure 👦 sits still by a pool 🌊 he’s been stamped human bacon 🥓 by some butchery tool 🔪 he is you 🫵 social security 🧑‍⚖️ took care of this lad we watch 👀 in reverence as narcissus 😌 is turned to a flower 🌸 a flower? 🌸 …��……………… if you go down ⬇️ to willow farm 🌳 to look for butterflies 🦋 flutterbyes gutter flies 🪰 open your eyes 👁️ it’s full of surprise 😲 eye one lies like a fox 🦊 on the rock 🪨 in the musical box 🎶📦 there’s mum and dad 👨‍👧👩‍👧 and good and bad 😇😈 and everyone happy to be here 😋 there’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag 👠 he used to be a British flag 🇬🇧 plastic bag 🛍️ what a drag 🙄 the frog was a prince 🫅 the prince was a brick 🧱 the brick was an egg 🍳 the egg was a bird 🦅 have you heard 👂 yes! We’re happy as fish 🐟 and gorgeous and geese 🦢 and wonderful clean in the morning 🧼 we’ve got everything 🤑 we’re growing everything 🌱 we’ve got some in ⬅️ we’ve got some out ➡️ we’ve got some wild things 👹 floating about 🕴️everyone 👦👩🧑 we’re changing everyone 😧 you name them all we’ve had them here 👈 and the real stars are still to appear! ⭐️🤩 feel your body melt 🫠 mum 👩 to mud 🪱 to mad 😡 to dad 👨🏻 dad diddly office ✏️ dad diddly office ✏️ you’re all full of ball 🏀 dad 👨🏻 to dam 🦫 to dumb 😛 to mum 👩 mom diddly washing 🧽 mom diddly washing 🧽 you’re all full of ball 🏀 let me hear you lies 👂 we’re living this up 🆙 to the eyes 👀 mama I want you now! 😩

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🗓️ Organizing Your Witchy Rituals 🌙✨

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It is easy to feel overwhelmed by all the witchy things you’d like to do, so creating a schedule for your witchy rituals can bring structure and balance to your practice. Here's a suggested weekly timetable to inspire you:

🌕 Monday: Moon Magic On Mondays, align your practice with the energy of the moon. Perform rituals for manifestation, divination, or connecting with your intuition. Charge and cleanse your crystals under the moonlight.

🌿 Tuesday: Herb and Plant Magic Dedicate Tuesdays to working with herbs and plants. This can involve creating herbal remedies, growing your magical herb garden, or connecting with the spirit of plants through meditation and nature walks.

🔥 Wednesday: Elemental Magic Explore the power of the elements on Wednesdays. Work with fire for transformation, air for communication and clarity, water for emotions and intuition, and earth for grounding and stability. Incorporate rituals that honor and connect with each element.

🔮 Thursday: Divination and Spellcasting On Thursdays, focus on divination and spellcasting. Use tarot cards, oracle decks, or other divination tools to gain insight and guidance. Perform spellwork to manifest your desires and bring positive change into your life.

✨ Friday: Self-Care and Enchantment Fridays are dedicated to self-care and enchantment. Take time to pamper yourself with magical baths, create sacred spaces, or explore beauty rituals that enhance your inner and outer radiance. Practice self-love and self-empowerment spells.

🌟 Saturday: Spirituality and Connection Saturdays are perfect for deepening your spiritual practice and connecting with the divine. Engage in meditation, explore different spiritual traditions, work on your energy healing techniques, or perform rituals to connect with your spirit guides or ancestors.

📚 Sunday: Study and Reflection Use Sundays for studying and reflecting on your magical path. Dive into books, online resources, or courses that expand your knowledge of witchcraft, spirituality, or esoteric subjects. Journal about your experiences, insights, and personal growth.

A healthy and effective schedule will always be unique to you, but I hope this guideline will inspire you to take more control of your time as a practicing witch 🥰✨ 

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continued from here with @hawkinshellraiser

Lacey had taken a fair beating in the woods outside of the Hawkins' cemetery. The vamps around there had been getting stronger by the minute as whatever dwelled in the Upside-Down continued to feed off the town. A whole nest had ganged up on her this time, lying in wait for her to do her patrols.

It took a lot more than that to kill the slayer, though. She'd fought through them, staking each and every one in the end. Well, all except for one. One cowardly one that managed to get away.

"No broken bones." Lacey sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned into his gentle touch. "Everything just...hurts. I walked right into it, Eddie- I let one of 'em get away." she expressed, guilt weighing down every word like an anchor, cementing their place in her mind. Incompetent. That's what she was becoming. She wouldn't be surprised if by tomorrow some other poor Hawkins resident had gone 'missing'.

[perfectprofessorloverapricot]

AMATERASU | Jujutsu kaisen

Prologue

Summary: This is the story of the sun and moon's child. A, not at all, normal kid that found himself participating in the world of sorcery and under the guidance of the strongest sorcerer. Sort of.

Character: Male OC

Warnings: Mentions of death.

A/n: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes because my native language is Spanish.

Masterlist - Next chap

They called him "The sun and moon's love child"

Amaterasu, goddess of sun, and tsukuyomi, god of the Moon.

Born from non-sorcerers parents and during a total eclipse, the town where he was born easily noticed the new addition in the small place. But what made the news spread like wild fire was the baby's appearance.

Born from a brown haired mother and a black haired father, the child appeared with red flaming hair. And the moment he opened his eyes everyones breathe hitched. Gray almost white eyes like milk with a crescent withe moon 🌙 underneath the pupil almost surrounding it. Eyes that seemed to glow even in darkness.

The birth of the child brought great expectations. And the most religious people ironically considered him as the chosen one. The reincarnation of their God. The one they have been expecting for years.

The child became the messiah of the town. The family became rich from all the people coming to seek guidance even from a baby or just the opportunity to see him. And the jujutsu world took notice of the event.

The elders of the jujutsu world kept an eye on the baby for the first two years but lost interest when they realized that the kid was not especial in any way. The people where the only ones that belived so.

At first everyone in the town was delighted with the child. He brought prosperity to the town, wealth and recognition. But not everyone agreed with the idea. Those who didn't like a child basically having everyone trapped around his little finger stared spreading rumors. False rumors of the devil hiding in sheep's clothes.

Little by little, people believed those rumors to be true and the town divided in two. Those who believed in the messiah and those who thought him the to be the devil.

Everything got worse when in one of his walks with his 'servant', the child of 8 years stoped with his veré hands a fast rolling cart from hitting a younger girl in the middle of the road.

Every possibility left of the kid being normal was thrown out the window and the people believing him to be the devil were enraged.

They decided to act before the child could gain any more strength.

In a normal night were the people of the town slept peacefully, the 8 year old child laid wide awake on his futon. He had a bad feeling. Like something was about to happen.

His hunch was proven right the moment his 'servant' (someone he considered a Nani and a better parental figure than either of his parents) came barging in his room with urgency only to halt on the doorway by a katana piercing through her chest from behind.

Moon eyes open wide in horror watched everything and every ditail posible. From the fear in her eyes to the katana moving in slow motion towards him ready to cut his own head off his shoulders.

He doesn't know how but the next thing he knows he's in the middle of a burning old traditional Japanese house. The flames danced fiercely around him but none burned him like they did to all those in the house with the intention to kill him.

The survival of the child scared most of the residents in the town. None of the killers survived. His parents didn't survive. The servants didn't survive. No one but him lived.

Fearing the rage of the powerful child the elders looked for a way to take the childe away from the town and free them from the anomaly.

Looking everywhere they found a contact that assured them they had a way to take the problem from their hands. Unknown to them, the contact was none other than Nanami Kento, a student from jujutsu highschool, and he had just the right thing in mind.

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"Ugh. Why am I here, sensei?" asked a very displaced 17 year old, white haired jujutsu student with his hands behind his head. The Tokyo's school principal and his student paced with calm towards their destiny. "I'm a sorcerer not a babysitter."

Yaga sighed heavily. "It's because I consider you the best one to talk to the kid." And to concentrate in something else than getting depressed, he thought.

Not finding anything that could convince his teacher to let him go Gojo grumbled under his breath about how all of this is a waste of time.

Faster than he would have liked, Gojo found himself walking along the halls of a traditional Japanese house, a big one at that, following a non-sorcerer man.

"Has there been a change in the boy?" Asked Yaga, concentrated in the reason they traveled so far.

"None, sir." Answered the man in a clam voice. "Have you come to a veredict about what happened?" He asked.

Yaga nodded once. Since the town didn't have the resources to find an expert forensic and jujutsu technical college was kind enough to send Nanami and Shoko to investigate. "It seems that one of the servants from the Kimura family may have thought that all the members of the family were dead and blew up the kitchen, starting the fire." He said in a calm tone. "That's as accurate as we can be considering most of it was unrecognizable by the fire."

Gojo rolled his eyes behind his shades. Any decent sorcerer would be able to recognize the signs of cursed energy in that place. And considering the damage, the signature of cursed energy they are approaching and knowing the only survivor, the child's probably a second grade or semi-first grade level. But it's not like they can say.

'Hey, did you know that your good for nothing small town produced a stronge sorcerer child?'

Just like always, they have to hide to cursed world from normal people.

"He is in here." Announced the man nodding to the sliding door in front of him. "He is calm boy not really that energetic, so don't expect much. But he is a good kid."

Gojo was slightly surprised by the honesty behind the man's words. After he heard that the elders of the town wanted to get rid of the child he expected hatred from everyone towards the young sorcerer.

Yaga nodded again before turning to Gojo. "Can you keep the kid some company while I talk with Koshi-San?"

The special-grade sorcerer understood the silent message. Yaga had nothing that should be keep private from him, but the reason he dragged him all the way to the town was to talk to the kid. "Hai hai." He answered nonchalantly.

Yaga stared at him for a moment before turning to Koshi. The man understood the 'need' to look for somewhere to talk alone and guided him to another room.

Finally watching them turn around the corner Gojo, grumbling under his breath, slammed the door open. "Hey kid." Announced his presence with a loud voice.

He already expected the boy to flinch and try to stay away from him. It's already happened before. His height, loud voice and sometimes even his eyes scare people away. But he was surprised by what happened.

In the room there lay an unused futon, the child was sitting in the engawa at the other side of the room, leaving the other sliding door open for everyone entering his room to find him watching the backyard. The child didn't move a single muscle nor did he appear to have notice his presence, but Gojo already suspects that the child knew he was there even before he opened the door.

The next thing that happened left Gojo speechless and with a sense of Deja vu. The kid turned his body slightly to the side and turned his head to see the intruder.

The moment the kid reveled his eyes Gojo was brought back to his own childhood (if he could call it that), the same eyes that used to look back at him trough the mirror were looking at him from the child now in front of him. Those light grey and glowing orbs had such an intensity that Gojo feared for a moment his own cursed eyes wouldn't stop the kid from inspecting his soul.

He was like him.

And yet not.

The kid's cursed energy flowed through his body the same way blood did in his veins. But his six eyes could easily see that by the amount of energy alone the kid was already a first grade sorcerer. The only reason Gojo didn't sense it before was because he was suppressing it. He doubts the child is aware of it, or had any kind of training to learn it, and the fact he is doing it unconsciously speaks of innate talent.

"Is there something I can help you with, sir?" Asked the boy in a soft yet firm voice.

Okay, maybe the child wasn't that much like him. Gojo wasn't respectful with others at his age. (Who is he kidding? He isn't, even now as an already grown up man)

Just like with his domain expansion, Gojo processed all his thoughts in a second and made his decision right then and there. He won't let people do to this child what they did to him.

Gojo took off his shades walking towards the boy before lowering himself to the child's level and looked at him in the eyes.

Glowing blue meet slightly surprised glowing light grey.

"Actually, I'm here to help you." He said with a smile in his face. It wasn't smug nor was it fake. It was completely genuine.

"Help me?" Asked the boy rising a red eyebrow. "How?"

Gojo extended his hand prepared for a hand shake. "If you take my hand I can show you."

Completely confused now, the Kimura boy looked at the withe haired's hand then at the owner's eyes. He didn't sense any kind of hostility or deception from the older.

Maybe he was a little naive to believe the stranger in front of him, but a hunch told him to take the hand. Who knows what could happen. Maybe he'll regret it... or maybe he won't. There's only a way to find out.

The moment the read haired boy took the stranger's hand he end up sealing his fate.

Everyone will know the power of the sun goddess and moon god's child's power.

And they'll either respect him or fear him.

Tell me what you think.

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Fix You TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, technically this relationship isn't very worksafe, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. will be linked on tumblr posting day

🍭 aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etc…

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It’s always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. You’ve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has. 

You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, he’d had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like you’re crazy. 

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me,” he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.

“This might be an archaic example,” you explain, “but back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure they’d close the screen, but that’s not enough. You’d need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.”

“I’m not a laptop,” Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.

“You’re not,” you conceded, “which is why your nightly power downs aren’t enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isn’t enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although I’ve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you won’t be doing any dancing while you’re here.”

“What if I forget my moves?” 

“Something tells me the likelihood of that is very low,” you smile. 

“Okay, maybe I won’t forget my moves,” Mingyu sighs, “but I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?”

“There’s more to life than one’s job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,” you explain. “I’m sure it’s very taxing on you.”

Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor you’re walking down, and you stop to assess him. 

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he gives his head a little shake, and you’re shocked again at how human like the automaton is. “It’s just… no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. It’s always been work, work, work. It’s what I’m designed to do-”

“You may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,” you nod empathetically, “but part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.”

“Do you really think that?” he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. “That I’m alive?”

“At this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where we’re told you’re sentient, that you can feel and think. That you’re as life-like as you’ve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand-crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, you’re alive.”

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suguru geto x fem reader: lucky

roommates to lovers–friends to lovers–slow burn

story synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

ao3

CHAPTER FOUR

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You woke up in your own bed, the sunshine peering through your curtains. You squint as you look around your room, wondering how you got there.

You heard the sound of something sizzling, which means Suguru is awake and making Sunday breakfast.

You yawn as you open your door, your first sight being Suguru's toned, muscular backside. He's – which is weird for Suguru. He doesn't usually walk around half naked.

"Good morning." He says without turning around. His voice is soft and you can hear the smile forming at the corners of his lips.

"Did I sleep walk into my room?" You put on your slippers, walking towards Suguru.

"No. I put you in your room."

"Oh." You looked down at your cow slippers, tapping your feet.

"I didn't want to move you, but I was sweating my ass off with you on me. Especially because of your hair."

"Hey, you have more hair than me Sugu." You press the back of your hips to the counter. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me." Suguru flipped a pancake and put the freshly done turkey bacon on a plate. "So, how was your date?"

"Shit." You remembered you were supposed to text Choso when you got home. You fished your phone out of your purse and saw he text you 3 times.

Choso: Did you get home alright?

Choso: Hey, I'm worried.

Choso: I hope you're ok. Goodnight.

"Fuck." You threw your head back. "He probably thinks I'm laying dead in the middle of the road."

"I'm sure he knows you're fine."

"I was too distracted cuddling with you to text him back." You groan, typing away at your touchscreen.

"I can't help that I have that affect on you." Suguru took a bite of turkey bacon, shrugging his shoulders.

You ignored his comment, pressing send on your phone.

You: I'm so sorry, I walked in my apartment and knocked out last night. I had an amazing time.

Choso text back almost instantly.

Choso: Good morning beautiful. That's ok. I'm just happy to see your name pop up on my screen.

You could feel Suguru staring at you as you smiled at your screen, moving your thumbs to type.

"I'm assuming your date went well then."

"It did. He's even sweeter than Shoko described. How's, uh, Mackenzie?"

"It's Mikayla. And I'm not dating her." Suguru said flatly.

"Could've fooled me. You brought her back here." You grabbed a plate and began adding food to it.

"I thought I would like her, but..."

"But what?" You shoved a forkful of pancake in your mouth, hoping the answer doesn't feel like a stab in the stomach.

"I don't know. Something felt off. I kissed her goodbye and–"

There it is.

The anxiety in your abdomen.

You wish you had a time machine to go back to 2 minutes ago when you didn't know her lips touched his.

Suguru watched as your face changed from curious to... well, the exact opposite of curious.

"And what?" You raised your eyebrow. You can't even be mad – you kissed Choso last night. And you liked it.

"There was no spark. No butterflies. I didn't wake up and think about her. I didn't think about our kiss for the whole night. I could've lived without it."

You nod, taking a sip of the orange juice Suguru put out for you. "I'm sure you'll find someone else. It might be awkward at the bookstore now."

"Yeah, she took it pretty hard."

Fuck Mikayla.

"She'll be alright." You shrugged, setting your plate in the sink. "I'll clean since you made breakfast. Thanks, Sugu." You hold out your hand for Suguru to give you his plate when his fingers brush yours.

You could've started a fire with the sparks that flew from your touch. Suguru looked into your eyes as yours met his chocolate ones. The moment felt like hours, but in reality it was for a second.

"Can you water my plants for me?" You broke the tension as you turned the water on for the dishes. Suguru nodded and made his way to the patio where your plants were.

You and Suguru pretend that you share custody of the plants, as if they are both of yours. When in reality, you brought them home despite Suguru saying you wouldn't remember to water them ever.

Soon after you got them, he was sitting outside drinking tea and tending to the plants.

You watched as he watered them, a piece of hair falling from his bun. He touched the leaves, saying something to them while doing so.

Snap out of it.

You finished the dishes and felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You see Choso's name on your screen, snapping out of the Suguru-trance you were in.

Choso: Would you like to go out again this week? Maybe Friday?

You smile as you type back.

You: Absolutely. Let me know the details this week. :)

Suguru came in from watering the plants, grabbing a book from the coffee table that he must've been reading last night. His tall body landed on the couch, his long fingers flipping through the pages to find his bookmark.

"Want to come grocery shopping with me?" You plop yourself next to Suguru. "I'll buy you a coffee."

"You don't need to bribe me." He smiled, closing his book after only reading a few pages. "I'll take the coffee though."

"Perfect. Let me get changed." You walked to your room, closing the door gently. You changed into an oversized sweater and black leggings, along with crew socks and your converse. You're most comfortable in clothes that don't hug your skin.

Suguru already had his car keys in his hands, his hair now in his signature half-up, half down hairstyle.

"One of these days you're gonna have to tell me your haircare routine." You grab your purse from the entryway table.

"I will." Suguru smiled, opening the door for you. You felt butterflies fly around in your stomach as you walked down the hallway.

One of your Sunday traditions with Suguru is grocery shopping and buying new flowers for the kitchen. Since he loves plants (now at least), and is more organized than you, he is a great help.

Your cart is full of groceries and you and Suguru made your menu for this weeks dinners. It's the easiest way to buy groceries so you don't have to stop by the store every night.

You couldn't help but think about how you would love to make this, with Suguru, your reality. While grocery shopping, you would steal kisses from him, soaking in every smile.

But he's not yours.

You're not his.

"Sugu, look at these bouquets." You made your way to the florals section. You found some beautiful roses, your favorite. You bring the bouquet to your nose, breathing in the sweet smell. When you open your eyes, Suguru is staring at you.

"Looks like you picked which one we're getting." He smiled, grabbing the bouquet from you. "These are beautiful."

You nod, pushing the cart towards the checkout lane. Your mind went to daydreaming about a life with Suguru.

Getting married.

Having babies.

Growing old together.

Snap out of it.

[tideswept]

Written for @veloursdor, one evil-doll-exposure-therapy-by-way-of-Obikin-nonsense coming up!

thy fearful symmetry

(2k words: spooky Obikin AU. Dolls, childhood, loneliness, and forgotten memories that never leave.)

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The doll.

Christ, the doll. 

Obi-Wan froze with his foot on the first step of the staircase, staring unseeingly at the second landing. He had only just come back from burying his father and speaking with the solicitor.

Obi-Wan’s chest rose in a shuddering breath. The house, and everything inside of it, belonged to him.

Which included the doll.

Anakin.

Nausea rose up his throat like a high tide. Obi-Wan retreated. Up the stairs was Qui-Gon’s study, the place that he hadn’t been allowed to enter, not after the incident that had started it all. 

Fuck. How had he forgotten? He supposed that it shouldn’t matter, not anymore. Qui-Gon was gone. There was to be no heartfelt reconciliation between father and son. No probing questions about had truly gone on between Qui-Gon and Tahl, no explanations. With Tahl also gone, it was only him left.

The liquor cabinet was unlocked. If it hadn’t been, Obi-Wan would have taken a hammer and cracked the glass. He was in no mood to be sober. He tossed the keys onto the dusty dining room table—there was dust everywhere, implying Qui-Gon’s habit of locking himself up in his office hadn’t changed—and grabbed a bottle of rum.

Prize in hand, he settled on the steps of the backporch. The shrill mating call of grasshoppers seeped through his brain, another reminder that he was back in Stewjon, even more so than the copse of trees facing the property. Somewhere, out there, were all his old hiding spots—where he’d go to escape the arguments, the cold silences. 

Better the hush of the uncaring forest than the emptiness of his foster parent’s dissolving marriage. 

The first sip of rum burned. So did the second.

Obi-Wan tipped his head back, the bottle pressed to his lips like a clarion, and swallowed all the fire and bitterness that he could take until he was nothing but ashes, bombed out and numb. 

He hung his head forward, shoulders slumped. Receiving the news—Cody’s apologetic expression, right on the heels of what should have been a victory for them, a major contract signed that meant they were now playing in the big leagues—the plane ride, the other papers signed. The calls and texts from friends to extend their condolences, well-meant, but like being punched with a screwdriver each time his phone rang. Putting on the mask of the famed Negotiator to reassure them that he was doing as well as could be expected, that his father had been in his seventies, a heart attack was shocking but not that much of a shock—

He took another drag of the rum. His fingers twitched restlessly. So did his mouth, craving a cigarette. He should have stopped by the convenience store. But the funeral arrangements. The ceremony. The solicitor. All of it in a whirlwind of two days. 

And the fucking doll was the first thing that popped into his head the moment that he was alone. Figured.

Anakin. A name he hadn’t allowed himself to think of in forever. Referring to it as the doll had been easier, and then it’d been easier still to sweep up those memories into a dark corner of his mind. Banished along with the rest of his childish fears, to be suppressed in favor of bigger, more important worries. Getting into a good school. Getting along with his roommate. Getting laid. Getting a job. Getting out of Stewjon. 

Not necessarily in that order.

Two hours later, he was still sitting there. Above him the sky was an endless expanse of dark, clouds shrouding the moon and the stars that still glittered like gems, undisturbed by light pollution. Obi-Wan had cycled through grief, anger, and exhaustion until his eyes ached, eyelids drooped, and his stomach was an empty pit. 

He felt like he stood on the set of a play. If he got to his feet and walked over to the trees, he’d discover them to be two-dimensional, made up of plywood, painted with care to trick the eye. That if he pushed through, he’d wind up backstage, where he’d find…

Obi-Wan blinked, startled. He jerked as if yanked out of a deep sleep. 

“Fuck,” he swore softly. The rum bottle was empty. His grieving suit was hopelessly rumpled. 

Time to call an end to this day from hell. 

He rose to his feet, overly cautious, and felt his way into the house, turning on the lights and then leaving them on as he traveled. Climbing the stairs in his condition was a fool’s gamble, his center of balance was definitely skewed to the left, and if the floor didn’t stop lurching underneath his feet like a capsizing ship, Obi-Wan would throw up. 

Eventually, it did stop. Mostly because he collapsed on the sofa. 

Displaced dust fluttered in the air. Obi-Wan turned his head and coughed. “Jesus, dad.” When was the last time Qui-Gon had been in the living room? Who lived like this? 

A crazy man, whispered an insidious little voice. 

No. He wasn’t going there. Tomorrow, fine, whatever. He could deal with that tomorrow. 

He could deal with Anakin tomorrow.

—

“Want to play?”

Obi-Wan plucked at the hem of his shorts and then looked up, surprised. There was a young man blocking out the sun. Obi-Wan didn’t know him.

But then, Obi-Wan didn’t know anyone. This was his third foster family in as many months. 

He pressed his lips together, doubtful. People were sometimes nice to him, only to then be mean. Best if he kept his distance. Even if this wasn’t a trap, what was the point in talking to someone he’d never see again?

A minute passed. Obi-Wan plucked at his shorts again. They were too big for him. His new foster mom had bought them thinking he was the normal size for a five-year-old boy, but he wasn’t. He was scrawny and gaunt. Food had been scarce at the last house, that was why they’d taken him away. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose and, unbidden, blurted out: “Cats don’t eat tongues. Cats are nice.” 

Then he cringed. Crap. 

“Cats are nice,” agreed the young man, and knelt down on the grass. His eyes were a deep blue, darker than Obi-Wan’s own. Even kneeling, and with Obi-Wan sitting at the bottom of the back steps, he was slightly taller. He offered his hand the way adults did. “Would you like to see some kittens?” 

Obi-Wan was suspicious. He didn’t shake the hand. Instead, he crossed his arms, tucking his arms under his armpits. “No.” 

“Are you sure?” came the playful rejoinder. “They’re very cute.” 

Obi-Wan firmed up his chin. There weren’t any kittens. This was a lie. A trick. “No, thank you.” 

His strange visitor… pouted. 

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how to react to that. “Um,” he said, a little breathlessly, because oh, no, was the young man actually sad? He was wiping at his eyes like there were tears there, and Obi-Wan’s sense of compassion—and guilt—was immediate and all-consuming. 

“I’m sorry! I—I do want to see the kittens. B-but I don’t know you. I should stay here.” Within sight of the back door, like Tahl had told him.

“Oh, is that all? But I live here, too.”

“Um. Do you?”

“Oh, yes. For a…” The young man stopped. A line formed on his brow. “You know, I don’t remember how long I’ve been here. Isn’t that funny?” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t really that important. “I’m Anakin.” 

“I’m… Obi-Wan.” 

The smile Anakin gave him was sweet, mischievous. “Well, we won’t go anywhere, if you’re not comfortable,” he announced. “But that means we’re not strangers anymore, right?”

There was a certain logic to that, Obi-Wan supposed. But when he opened his mouth to agree, the door behind him creaked open on its hinges. 

“Obi-Wan? Are you hungry? I’ve made snacks,” Tahl said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Obi-Wan automatically said, and then turned back to Anakin. If he really lived there, shouldn’t Tahl have made snacks for him as well? 

But Anakin was gone.

— 

He’d sell the doll, Obi-Wan decided the next day, after the hangover had stopped pounding nails into his skull. As much as he wanted to throw it in the bin, he couldn’t. It’d meant so much to Qui-Gon, and it had historical value and… 

Why destroy something out of pettiness? He was a better man than that. For God’s sake, he wasn’t a kid anymore. There was enough gray in his hair that he was considering dyeing it, but then he’d questioned himself why he’d bother. 

The rest of the house would also have to go. Donated. Or whatever. There were probably museums that would salivate at the chance to go through Qui-Gon Jinn’s collection. The man had been both well-respected and infamous in certain circles, loved and hated—if not hated, by the end. Surely if he reached out, they’d send someone to evaluate what was worth preserving… they could have all of it, really. Obi-Wan didn’t care.

But before that could be set into motion, he needed to go into Qui-Gon’s study. 

He left the house to pick up something to eat, and came back with caffeine. He’d need it. 

Unlike the rest of the house, the upstairs hallway was clean. Obi-Wan placed his hand on the doorknob to Qui-Gon’s study and cast a worried glance around, reduced to being nine years old again, and sneaking into his then-father’s study. 

Sneaking in to see… to see Anakin.

Obi-Wan exhaled sharply through his nose. The doll. Sneaking in to see the doll. Anakin had never existed. Anakin was the product of a young child’s overactive mind. He’d overheard Qui-Gon at some point talking about the doll, and then his mind had filled in the gaps.

That was all. Logical. 

And yet. He couldn’t turn the knob. Not out of fear that Qui-Gon was around the corner and would find out, but out of a strange swirl of anticipation in his gut. The doll was his now.

(Anakin was his now.)

Obi-Wan opened the door. 

—

“Why is Qui-Gon so mad?” Obi-Wan’s voice trembled, along with his lips, his hands. Even his breath squeezed in his lungs. He didn’t want Qui-Gon to be angry. Qui-Gon was the best foster dad he’d ever had; he always had something to teach Obi-Wan, some curious stone or feather to show him. He never sighed and rolled his eyes at any of Obi-Wan’s questions, no matter how dumb. 

Fear sat like a block of ice in his chest. “I d-don’t get it.” To his despair, tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes. Obi-Wan scrunched them shut, but they rolled down his cheeks. 

Anakin was quiet. Then his hand brushed the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “I don’t know,” he confessed, and he sounded young even to Obi-Wan. “I don’t think he’s mad at you. If anyone—” Anakin broke off. “He’s probably angry with me.” 

With Anakin? 

The fear melted with the heat of indignation. He scrambled off the bed. “He can’t make you go away.” Obi-Wan wouldn’t let him send Anakin away, he’d—he’d tell Tahl, even though she was just as weird about Anakin. He’d—

“No,” said Anakin, with a strange, resigned expression. He was usually lively, if moody, and Obi-Wan didn’t like the change. “No, he can’t. So don’t worry about it, alright? Cry if you need to, and then let’s go visit the Open Circle.” 

“Boys don’t cry.” Obi-Wan sniffed. 

Anakin’s smile was lopsided. “I cry all the time. And I’m just as much a boy as you.” 

This was not the revelation Obi-Wan expected. First, Qui-Gon angry with Anakin, now Anakin, somewhere, crying? Where Obi-Wan couldn’t see? 

“You can’t cry anymore,” Obi-Wan told him. What he really meant to say was you can’t cry if I’m not with you, but his young mind couldn’t translate his thoughts into words without losing something along the way. 

But Anakin understood. 

Anakin always understood him. 

—

Obi-Wan flipped the light switch. And there, under a large glass cloche on Qui-Gon’s desk, was the doll that his father had destroyed his life for. 

God, how he hated it. 

— 

(Anakin could never leave him alone again.) 

[ninacytosis]

For the time lost

Summary: Zuko wants to erase every reminder of his past mistakes, and Katara will take him on a journey to, quite literally, heal both of their scarrings.

Contains: Angst, Fluff, Katara has burns scars from Aang's first attempts to firebend, Katara tries to get over her resentment towards the FN, Zuko doesn't hate Azula.

Dear reader: I hope you enjoy it! <3 Let me know if you want me to continue posting.

Find chapter two here.

Also if you prefer reading in ao3 here's the link.

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Chapter One

“Dear Zuko:

I hope this letter finds you well. Since you didn’t respond to my messages from the previous weeks, I couldn’t help but do a little investigation on my own. Aang told me he last visited the Fire Nation a couple of days ago, and to his surprise, you weren’t there. Honestly, this got me even more curious. What are you up to, Fire Lord? What juicy secret are you keeping from us?

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that my dad made some octo-fish soup this weekend. I bet you have never tried it, well, maybe on your finding-the-avatar days you stopped by and tried. But that doesn’t seem like you. One day Sokka and I will cook you some, but only if you tell me why you’re being so distant lately!

We’re always here for you, Zuko.

Hugs,

Katara”

Zuko read the letter while waiting for the water to boil. He had never heard of octo-fish soup to this day, but he wasn’t opposed to trying new dishes. In fact, most of his favorite dishes weren’t even from the Fire Nation. After trying the Omashu noodles, who could blame him?

 “Dear Katara,

I hope you enjoyed that soup and the company of your family. Knowing that you spend good quality time with your family brings me so much joy and relief because all of you deserve it. I hope that every good memory makes up for every bad one, though unfortunately, healing doesn’t work like an exchange, does it?

As the Fire Lord, certain duties demand my presence in the other nations. So, as much as I wish my lack of responses were due to a secret vacation of mine, they are more like business trips. Might as well call me the Fire Businessman now. (Don’t let anyone read this to Toph because she most certainly will call me that.)

It was nice hearing from you. Send as many letters as you please. Even if I’m not home, I’ll promise I’ll read them. By the way, how are your little waterbenders doing? I’m sure it was harder to handle Aang, you know, back in our teaching-the-Avatar days.

Best,

Zuko”

He sat down and frowned at the piece of paper. It’s not that he wanted to hide things from her, or his friends. But it was almost embarrassing to write and send a letter describing his last weeks. It was a path of emotions he was unready to walk through. She would probably forget it in a couple of weeks anyway, and then he would be able to tell her everything.

“Dear Zuko,

Or should I say, Dear Fire Liar?

Even though I don’t have a lot of time in my hands, I still managed to get some information about your mysterious “business” trips. Sokka’s been of great help, for once, and a little bird told him that people from the Northern Water Tribe have spotted you in very weird places. But being honest, I still don’t know what is it that you’re hiding so hard. You got yourself an Ice Lady?

On another note, it’s very exciting to see both of the Nations exchanging goods and, you know, not trying to slit each other’s throats. I always wanted the war to end of course, but it was very hard to imagine a future so full of prosperity. It’s hard to grasp sometimes.

I hope I’m not getting overly emotional but it makes me think about my mom a lot. She never lived in a world without war in it, isn’t that fucked up? Some days I feel a strange guilt running through my body because I get to move on and she will always stay there. This seems like I’m getting all over the place. I don’t usually say this stuff to anybody, but I know you would get it. And today seems like a good day for letting it all out.

When I’m down, I like to think that she sees the world through the eyes of Sokka, or dad’s, or even mine. It’s silly, I know. But it makes me feel closer to her.

Well, enough about me. Tell me more about your trips, about your uncle’s new place. I’m dying to know. Maybe next time you should try doing business in the Southern Water Tribe and pay us a visit. We all miss you!

Hugs,

Katara”

Zuko took a long breath. No amount of tea would cure the unmeasurable shame that he felt reading Katara’s letter. He knew how empathetic she was, and how much he loved her family, and he could never forgive himself for what his family did to the world. Every day he looked at himself in the mirror and was reminded of a past he could never erase, his face became no longer his once his dad put his palm on it.

His sudden state made him forget about Katara’s little quest. He was not only full of shame but also full of passion to help others. Every reminiscent of the war also reminded him of the resilience of people during difficult times. And every time Katara changed the subject, Zuko needed to excruciatingly tell her how much her strength motivated him to be better. And after writing that letter, he decided it was time to invite her to the palace.