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The most likely to

(astrology edition)

Pt.1 (?)

This is inspired by @tarynleighbond series on tiktok, I suggest you check her content out if you’re interested in similar astrology content like this.

This is all for fun and is loosely based on personal experiences I’ve had with individuals who have had these signs/house placement. I also have no inspiration for posts atm so this will have to do

Most likely to cry over a 99/100 on a test.

Capricorn sun, Virgo sun, Aries sun, Sun in 3H/6H/10H, Sun conj mercury/mars, Moon in 9H/10H, Moon in negative aspect to Mercury-Jupiter, Saturn in 1H/10H, Virgo/Leo/Cap ascendants, Mercury conj Asc/ or in first house, Mars in 3H/10H, strong capricorn/virgo/cancer/leo placements, Saturn conj sun/mercury/mars, Strong martian or saturnian energy.

Most likely to be in a weird love triangle, friends with benefits situation

Pisces sun, Taurus sun, Scorpio sun, Sun in 5H, Sun in 9H, Sun in 11H, Sun in positive aspect (trine, sextile, conj) to Venus/Uranus, air moons, moon conj neptune/uranus, moon in negative aspect to venus/jupiter, Pisces rising, Libra rising, Leo rising, Aquarius rising.

Most likely to join a cult unknowingly

Pisces sun, Aries sun, Sagittarius sun, Sun in 11H, Sun in 3H/9H (they probably knew and just wanted to have fun), Sun/Moon in 12H, Sun/Moon trine/conj Jupiter, Aries placements, Pisces placements, Sagittarius placements, mutable moons/ascendants, pisces/sagittarius/aries north nodes/MC, Libra moon, Cancer moon, Neptune in 1H/7H/10H/12H, Neptune conj personal planets, Moon conj other personal planets.

Most likely to start a cult

Scorpio sun, Sagittarius sun, Taurus sun/moon/ascendant (tried to make it all love and light but it didn’t turn out that way), Pisces sun, Sun in 8H, Sun in 10H, Sun in 11H/12H, Sun conj Pluto, Sun in negative aspect to Venus/Mercury, aries/pisces mercury, neptune conj mercury, neptune/uranus in 10H, moon in 10H/11H/12H, neptune in 1H, cancer/pisces moon, capricorn/virgo/scorpio ascendant/mercury (they did it for money), pisces/scorpio north node/MC,

Most likely to be scouted for modelling while grocery shopping

Libra and taurus placements duh, libra/taurus north nodes, venus in 1H/10H, libra/taurus asc/venus, sun in 1H/10H, aquarius rising, uranus/neptune in 10H, pisces/capricorn rising, uranus/neptune in 1H, gemini asc, mutable ascendants/venus', Mutable MC, Venus conj/sextile/trine MC, Libra/Taurus MC, gemini placements, scorpio ascendant, aries/gemini/pisces north node, Virgo ascendant.

Most likely to create an entirely new and false identity while somewhere out of town

Sun conj Mercury, Any strong Sun-Jupiter/Neptune aspects, Sun in 3H/5H/8H/11H, Pisces/Aquarius/Libra moons (they’d probably get lost in this fake identity and have an identity crisis), Sagittarius sun/moon/mercury/asc, Leo inner placements, virgo sun/moon/rising, Jupiter/Venus in 1H/10H/9H, Mercury/Neptune in 3H/9H/10H

Most likely to be looked at weird by elderly people in public

Aquarius moon, all 8H placements let’s be fr, Uranus/Neptune in 3/5/10/11H, Uranus-Asc aspects, Neptune-Asc aspects, Neptune/Uranus conj sun/moon/venus, Venus in 10H/5H, Venus conj Asc/Sun, Pisces moon/mercury/venus, Aquarius sun/rising, Capricorn ascendant.

Most likely to start a business and become a billionaire

We know them earth placements ace ts, strong earth placements, capricorn moon/ascendant/north node, taurus venus/moon/mercury (heavy on taurus mercury they deserve more credit), virgo moon/mercury, earth north node/MC, jupiter/venus/pluto 6H/10H/11H, mercury in 3H/10H, uranus in 10H/11H, strong saturn in the chart, saturn in 10H, 10H/11H stellium, pisces placements (if they got the drive not just the dream 💀), pisces and aries/capricorn placements, aquarius in inner planets, saturn/jupiter/venus conj MC

Most likely to be the perfect representative for the human race if we came into contact with aliens (i’m being fr here guys)

Strong Libra placements (we need that negotiator, balanced energy), Capricorn mercury/moon, Libra sun/moon/mercury/ascendant, mutable moons/ascendants, aquarius moon, pisces placements, pisces/libra/aquarius/taurus north nodes, Jupiter/Venus in 1H/4H/7H/10H/11H, Uranus/Neptune in 1H/4H/10H/11H/12H, gemini mercury/moon/venus, cancer mercury/ascendant, aries ascendant, 7th/9th/11th/12th house stellium.

Most likely to be unlicensed detectives and be better than real detectives 😭

Cancer sun/moon/mercury/ascendant, All scorpio placements but esp: moon,ascendant,mercury, mercury in 3H/8H,1H,12H, aquarius/capricorn mixed with water in a chart, 3H stellium, gemini moon/mercury/ascendant/mars, 12H/8H stellium, pisces ascendants/mercury, aries and scorpio placements in a chart, water placements mixed with air placements, gemini/scorpio/aries/sagittarius MC/north node (these guys wanna know the truth to everything), Aries/Scorpio/Gemini/Capricorn mars

Hey guys it’s been a long while 😭I haven’t had the motivation to post in ages and school is quite literally ripping me a new one, I still have some part 2's of things in my drafts to finish off from previous posts. If you guys have any interesting or creative suggestions that are astrology related pls let me know :) Dm me or ask me and i’ll get to them, I just want something new or creative because I don’t want to regurgitate the same information or topics that have been already said and done. I’m going to set up some type of schedule to get my drafts done. I hope you all have been well, make sure to treat yourself something nice and take care :D

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 7 months

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(Full HC)

Hello! I really do love your bodyswap HCs, so how about something about what MC ever accidentally bodyswapped with their familiar and how the M6 deal with that?

(And for the purposes of this ask, I would imagine said familiar as a Scout-like little white puppy? Like a West Highland Terrier! Or if it's simpler, then just "M6 when MC accidentally transforms into a little Scout-like puppy.")

The Arcana HCs: MC and their familiar bodyswap

~ as my anon friend suggested, for headcanon purposes MC's familiar is a Scout-like puppy ^.^ hope you enjoy these! - brainrot ~

Julian

He's got the wrong formula, but he's arriving at the right solution!

All he knows is that he walked into the room after breakfast to ask how you planned to spend your day off, and while it seems like you've already left without him, there's a new puppy on the floor!

Well hello, you seem lost, have you eaten? You're such a fine looking young canine, yes you are, you look like you could use some belly rubs, what a good puppy!

You don't get the chance to tell him the truth until lunch time. Until then, you're just his new pup, who he takes with him to work so his patients have a soothing furry companion while he treats them

Side note, keeping up with strides that long is exhausting. Luckily for you he's happy to carry you if you get tired

Almost falls out of his chair in surprise, concern, and embarrassment when you manage to communicate what's happened. The dog is you?!

Keeps having to stop himself from the previous baby talk, can't shake how strange it is to talk to a puppy like it's a person

So very relieved when you poof back. ... does he want to know where your human body was???

Asra

Put two and two together almost instantly

And now they can't stop laughing (no don't worry, they're taking this very seriously, they've established how committed they are to having you present in this world as yourself)

But you're so small and cute and don't think he doesn't notice the way your tail starts to wag out of control every time he shows you affection. It's snuggles and scritches time

Quickly figures out that it'll wear off on its own and (after confirming that your familiar has your body and it is therefore relatively safe) decides you're going on an adventure!

They're taking you on a walk, wherever you want to go

Cracks up when (acting on dog instincts) you pee on a nice patch of grass and immediately afterwards give him the most embarrassed look because you did it without thinking

Faust thinks it's fantastic. She's plopping herself on your back, and the chase the two of you lead Asra on through the crowded marketplace on the way to Selasi's booth is legendary

After you turn back, they keep commenting on what your ears/tail would be doing while you talk

Nadia

She can tell something's ... off

And it's not just the fact that there's suddenly a fluffy white puppy sitting where you normally do. It's the fact that said puppy seems like it's trying to communicate with her

She figures it out fairly quickly, and is rightfully alarmed

You're a dog right now! A cute one, granted, but not the person she likes to hold and kiss and talk to! If you're here, where's your body?!

This is all to cover for the fact that she's not very familiar with the care and keeping of dogs. She doesn't know what dogs need or how to provide it and she hates to admit it

... well, at least she knows what you need, and that's breakfast

She's terrified of losing track of you in the hustle and bustle of the Palace or of you getting crushed behind a heavy door, so she's carrying you down to the kitchens wrapped in silk and satin

She ends up taking most of her meetings out in the Gardens, where you're free to scamper and sniff and occasionally attempt to weigh in on state affairs (with limited success)

So, so very relieved when you turn back to normal

Didn't mind putting a collar on you as much as she expected to

Muriel

He felt it happen while his back was turned

When he saw you, he wasn't surprised, just disappointed

Or at least, that's what he'd like you to think. In actuality you're so adorable like this it's overwhelming him with cuteness, so of course he has to hide that behind a facepalm

No don't scamper around like that, you'll bump into something

No don't wag your tail at him like that, you'll strain something

No don't perk your ears at him like that, it's - it's - just don't do it

Inanna is delighted to play mother wolf to you. She's loping along next to you with the fondest sparkle in her eyes, standing protectively over you anytime you stop to sniff something

And she's also nudging you in Muriel's direction every chance she gets until he relents and picks you up to save your tiny legs

The woods are so much fun in this form it's not even funny

The chickens, not so much. They are not nearly as kind and almost bully you out of the clearing when you get too close to their chicken feed

This might be the first time Muriel has beef with his neighbors

Pretends it's no big deal when you poof back

Portia

Never before have you been so deeply grateful to Pepi's retained ability to speak. It saves you and Portia so much trouble and panic

Portia, thankfully, is the type of person who gets told the words "unexpected magic" and somehow hears "cool adventure time"

But first, daily tasks. She can put off work, but she can't sit still, so you're going to help her in the garden

That's right! She points at a spot, and you dig!

What follows is one of the most enjoyable mornings of your life. Dirt flies everywhere, Portia plants three new rows of carrots, and Pepi naps on the roof of the nearby shed

The bath afterwards is ... less enjoyable. The full-body scrub you get is delightful, but shivering under the weight of wet fur is not

You have never been scritched behind the ears like this and you never will again. You also doubt it would feel nearly as good in a human body, but why look a gift horse in the mouth?

Getting thoroughly brushed is Not Fun

Portia does go out of her way to find you a meal that is dog-safe and still appealing to human tastebuds, though, and she may or may not have tried eating without her hands to see what it's like

Lucio

He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know until the end of the day when you poof back

What he does know is that right after you disappeared and he started to really panic, a perfectly adorable puppy appeared to keep him and Mercedes and Melchior company

He'll adopt you for the day while he looks for you

Mercedes and Melchior, thankfully, are quick to catch on to what happened and do a marvelous (if rambunctious) job of making sure you only get the best treatment

And oh, what amazing treatment it is. Lucio knows dogs like he knows the back of his hand

The ear scritches? Heavenly. The belly rubs? Mind blowing. Those suddenly appealing treats he hides in his pockets? Incredible

He can take one look at you and know exactly what your puppy body needs, in between his worried shrieks of your name

Mercedes and Melchior are eager to introduce you to the delights of being a dog. You learn how to fetch, chase, sniff, howl, play fight, chew shoes, and run off with Lucio's lunch!

Lucio will ask if you liked his natural musk when you switch back

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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andydrysdalerogers · 13 days

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 23

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 23 – She's Ours

Andy

Growing up, we used to be a threesome. But when we graduated from high school, Luke and I went to Boston University. Lloyd Hansen decided to go to play football for Harvard and then enlisted in the military.

(By the way, nobody goes to Harvard to play football. But Lloyd has always been the exception.)

It was hard to keep in touch with him when he was undercover or on a mission. But whenever he came home, I made sure I had time. That he came to a game.

Lloyd Hansen has always had my back. That’s why I knew he was the only call I could make.

“You’re exes are pieces of work, Barber.” Lloyd popped the candy from his mouth. “I mean, Jesus, what kind of person tries to take a child from a good mother? Should’ve let me run background checks on them.”

“Like we knew they were capable of this,” I mutter as I take a sip of my coffee.

“You should have seen it coming, princess.” Lloyd laughed before turning to Luke. “Need me to check out Miranda?”

“The fact that you only met her a handful of times already tells me that you checked.” Lloyd winked and Luke sighed. “Look, did you find anything?”

“I’m insulted.” Lloyd pouts. “I can’t believe that you doubt me.”

“Fucking dramatic Hansen,” I tell him. I ball a napkin and throw it at his face. “I left my girlfriend and baby for this meeting.”

“You’re no fun.” Lloyd reached down on the seat a picked up a manila envelope. “Like I said before, your exes are pieces of work. Ass-wipe number one, also known as Bret Anderson, started researching adoption procedures and parental rights after the incident at the baby shower. His lawyer, an idiot with very soft security measures, has drafted a sole custody agreement.”

“Fucking hell,” I look at the copies of the paperwork. “When does her mother come into this?”

“Right before. She places a call to Japan, about thirty minutes before a wire transfer of $1 Million hits his account.”

“Why the fuck would my mother pay him?”

Lloyd shakes his head. “I don’t think it was to pay him. I assume it was to finance.” Lloyd pulls another envelope. “This is where Fiona Mancini comes in. Andy,” he looks at me with a serious face I’ve only seen a few times in my life, “did you know that Fiona had ties to the New York Mafia?”

My heart stops. “What?”

“Yeah, Fiona is the niece of the don of New York’s underboss.” When I give him a blank look, he rolls his eyes. “You’re such a boy scout. It's the second in command. She is his niece. And while he wasn’t happy that she was in a relationship that was not approved by the family, he is more unhappy that she is unhappy.”

“What the, and I say this from the bottom of my heart, fuck?”

“Yep,” Lloyd popped that ’P’ like it was going out of style. “Fortunately, for you, I happened to have had dealings with this man before. I explained what his precious Fiona had done and well,” he smiled sadistically, “Craig Bailey has other problems then sitting suspended for knocking out your goalie.”

“Fuck me,” Luke mumbled.

“Indeed. He sends his apologies for the lies and hurt that his niece has caused, and she will be dealt with. So that part worked out. However, I have copies of everything and his phone number for you, just in case.”

“Thank Lloyd.”

“Oh, and he asked if you could go easy on his Islanders. The Rangers not so much.”

This got a startled chuckle from me and Luke. “I’ll see what we can do.”

“As for Bret, all the financials and legals are there. I already contacted your attorney for you and said that you might need some loss of parental rights and other possible paperwork set up. He’s waiting for your call.”

“I don’t know how to thank you Lloyd.”

“Some box seats and an invite to the wedding would be nice. A bottle of scotch.”

“I’ll send two.” We stand and I give Lloyd a hug. “Thank you, brother.”

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss the girls for me and tell Leia that I saw her medical report. She’s stronger than all of us and I’m lowkey jealous of how badass she is. You better be good to her. Or I’ll kill you.” He flashes me a wink.

The problem with that statement is that he could. And it would look like an accident.

I’m starting to hate the country club. The boys and I usually come here on the off season to play a couple of rounds, and the Bruins always host a charity tournament for the children’s hospital. I think that maybe the only time I come here from now on. Especially if this meeting goes south.

I turn to my best friend. “Are you ready for this?”

He takes a fortifying breath. “No but it needs to be done. She’s gone too far now.” He looks at me. “Are you ready?”

“Yep.” We walk towards the private dining room that I booked for today. The last thing I needed was for this meeting to go public. Not unless it was on my terms. They are sitting there, waiting, talking quietly. They smile when they see me but Monica’s face falls when she sees her son. She stands up. “Lukas, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, I bet you didn’t.” He doesn’t move to greet her like a son should greet his mother. He just sits across from her, a hard look on his face. Luke is someone who doesn’t get pissed often. But when he does, it's like raining hell fire. The one person he will always go nuclear for is Leia.

I love that he’s on my team, professionally and personally.

“Why did you come here?” Bret or Ass-wipe #1 as Lloyd called him, asks. God, his face is punch-able, especially when he looks like a petulant five-year-old.

Luke shrugs. “When it comes to my baby sister and my niece, their problems will always be my problems.”

I cleared my throat. “We’re here to discuss the blackmail.”

“Oh, Andrew, I wouldn’t call it blackmail,” Monica says sweetly. “It would be an arrangement to bring a family back together.”

“This family is not broken,” I say through gritted teeth. “My family is perfect. So call it what it is Monica, its blackmail.” I lean forward. “It’s coercion in the worst form. But,” I sit back, “I am willing to negotiate.”

“You’re a smart man, Barber,” Bret says. “Now as I said before,” he slides a contract in front of me, “you sign over your parental rights, sign an affidavit stating that you are no longer in a relationship with Leia and the photos will not be published. Monica will also transfer the money to you right away.”

I stare at the paperwork. These papers would take away the only family I have. The little girl who took my heart between her tiny hands and squeezed just two months ago. I think of the woman who makes me feel complete, my perfect match. I think of the future that I could be giving up but remember that I have the ace up my sleeve.

“No.”

A stunned look crossed both of their faces. “What do you mean no?” Monica sneered. “These pictures...”

“Don’t compare to the financial statements and emails that you shared with Fiona and Bret.” I pulled the copies of the documents Lloyd had given to me and they both pale significantly. “I’ve highlighted the appropriate passages.” I pointed to them. “Proof that you have doctored the photos and are blackmailing me and Leia.”

“I am a respected member of Boston society,” Monica argues. “No one will believe you.”

I shrug. “Then I guess we can involve Antonio Mancini then.”

“Who...” Bret starts but I cut him off.

“Who is Antonio Mancini? Yeah, that’s Fiona’s uncle. He’s also known as the underboss of the New York mob.” Man, I wish I had been filming their reactions because, while the image of their shock and disbelief is burned in my brain, I would have loved to shown Leia.

“Andy, be reasonable,” Monica starts.

“You lost that right when you decided to blackmail by best friend, Mother.” Luke looks murderous.

“Here is what is going to happen.” I pulled the papers I had gotten from my lawyer that morning. “You,” pointing to Bret, “are going to sign your parental rights over my baby girl and fucking disappear from our lives. I also want you,” pointing to Monica, “to sign this affidavit stating that you are giving me all proofs and copies of these photos to me and that you will keep away from your daughter and granddaughter. At a time of her choosing, Leia will tell you whether she wants you in your granddaughter’s life or not.”

“You can’t do this,” Monica squeaked. “Lukas, you can’t allow this.”

“Not my decision but I support it one hundred percent. You abandoned us Mother, when Pops died. You choose money over being with us. Live with the consequences.”

“I did what I needed to do to survive.”

“So did we. Sign the papers. Let Leia live the life she deserves.” He turns to Bret. “I warned you, when you came to me to ask Leia to move in. I warned you not to hurt her. Not only did you do that, but you left her when she needed you most of all. Thank God that she had the right man in her corner all along.” He looks at me. “He worships her. He protects her. He cares for them. He loves them.”

Bret looks stricken. But without another word, he signed the papers, gets up and leaves. We’re now left with Monica, who’s perfect makeup is now streaked with tears. “Sign them Monica, and I’ll talk to Leia,” I tell her. “Don’t make me go to the papers with this or the police.”

“I just... I thought I was doing what was best for her.” She wipes at her face with a napkin before picking up the pen and signing. “Luke...”

“No, not right now. I’ll decide when we speak again Mother.” Luke turns away. Monica lets another tear slide before she gets up and walks out.

I blew out a breath. “Did that actually work?”

“Yeah, it did, brother.” He notices another paper in the folder. “What’s this?”

“The future.” I see that Luke’s phone is on. “What’s that?”

“Revenge.” He stops the recording and then sends it to an email address.

[email protected]

I stare up at him and he shrugs with a half-smile. “I’m petty. Sue me.”

I drove around for a while after I had dropped Luke off at his house. I needed a moment to think. To reflect. To believe in my dreams again. I had been so close to losing it all. Yes, I could have survived Leia and Avery being taken away from me, but I wouldn’t have lived anymore.

A year ago, I thought that I was going to be ok on my own. Just me and hockey. I had no idea that the house I bought we become my home. That the girl I watched grown up and then pined for, would become my girl. That she would bless me with a beautiful daughter.

I didn’t know that losing one of my best friends would be the best thing that ever happened to me.

I drove back to my home, relief flooding through me that I would find my queen and my princess there and that would never change. That the family we created would be together forever. Pulling into the garage, I looked at the folder with the documents all of them had been signed except for one. Taking that particular one with me as I dropped my coat and keys in the entry way, I made my way to find my girls.

It wasn’t hard to find them. Leia was rocking Avery in her room, singing a lullaby to her as she fed her. I watched silently, enjoying the beauty of the moment. To see mother and daughter together in the most natural way.

“I know you’re watching me, love.” Leia didn’t look away from our daughter, but I saw the small smile on her face.

“How is she?” I walked into the room, sat on the ottoman and leaned over to see my girl. She had a sleepy, milk-drunk smile on her pouty lips, eyes closed, dreaming her sweet dreams.

“She’s perfect,” Leia said to me. She finally looked up at me but frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I looked at her before I kneeled before her. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Why are you kneeling? Andy...”

“I’m kneeling before you because I have to tell you something.” I took a breath. “I met with Bret and Monica today.” Leia went to speak but I stopped her. “Let me finish. I met with them, and we talked and they signed the papers.”

“What?”

“Bret signed away his parental rights and your mom signed an agreement that she would have no contact with us, with you, until you were ready.”

Leia let out a soft sob. “So, it's over?”

“Not quite.” I pulled the paper from where I dropped it on the floor. “This is the final piece. I know you put my name on the birth certificate, but I didn’t sign it. I looked it up and since I wasn’t biologically the father, I couldn’t. But, when I picked up the papers for the meeting, I asked my lawyer to draft one more.” I handed it to Leia for her to read.

She read it and gasp. “An application for formal adoption? You want to adopt her?”

“I know I’m her daddy in every other way, but I want to make sure she knows, that the whole world knows, I’m her daddy and she’s ours. Will you sign the papers so we can be an official, on the record family?” The tears flow down her beautiful face and I try to thumb them away as much as I can. “Is that a yes?”

She sputtered a laugh. “It's a hell yes!” I hugged them both as best I could before take Avery in my arms. I rocked her back to sleep before missing her forehead and breathing in that sweet baby smell.

She is my princess, my baby girl, our daughter.

Forever.

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spaceyaceface · 1 year

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Gratitude - Safety Ch 7

Ominis Gaunt x f!Ravenclaw!Reader (Reader is not MC)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Emotional abuse, threats, descriptions of a panic attack... I promise there's some fluff in here too.

Summary: Y/N L/N had always despised Ominis Gaunt. He was everything she hated about her life. As the only daughter to a wealthy pure-blood family, she knew it was inevitable that she would someday find herself in an arranged marriage.

But why did it have to be him?

Or, a classic arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn.

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Chapter One | Chapter Six

The crowd was chattering loudly around them, and she couldn’t blame Ominis for the unamused expression on his face.

“Not one for crowds?” she asked as they settled into their seats in the Quidditch stands.

“Not in the slightest,” he said. “If Sebastian wasn’t playing, I wouldn’t bother to come.”

It was the second match of the year—the first had been Gryffindor against Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuff had pulled off a surprising victory, seeing it was the first time their new Seeker had played. Now, as the cool of late fall was beginning to set in, the next match was about to begin; this time it was Slytherin against Hufflepuff, and the later team was considered to have an advantage after coming off their high from the first game.

She shook her head. Her thoughts were sounding much too like Constance’s ramblings.

Normally, she would have been dragged by her to this match—with no skin in the game, it would have been purely to scout out the competition. But the two of them hadn’t spoken for over a week now. They’d both seemed to decide that the silent treatment was best, and carefully planned their own time apart from each other.

Every night now, she waited for a long while before heading up to their dorm room—it was a big step that she even felt like sleeping there at all, given the ever present tension there. And in turn, she would wake up each morning to find that Constance had already left, down to breakfast long before anyone else.

She watched her friend from afar, observing the way she shifted all-too-easily to spending her free hours with other members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. She figured it was only natural. As much as she complained about her teammates, they were sure to have some sort of bond and loyalty to them.

She, on the other hand, found herself spending more and more time with Ominis and Sebastian.

It was almost scary how well she got on with the two of them. They were much like brothers—always bickering back and forth, Sebastian’s overconfidence constantly butting heads with Ominis’s cold logic. It was like its own version of a Quidditch match, the way they threw words at one another. And it surprised her how easy it felt to be a part of it.

All the same, it was strange attending a match without Constance at her side, rattling off criticisms and observations all the while.

Still, there was something very amusing about Ominis’s clear distaste for the event, one she was content to chuckle at.

“You should make him buy you some sweets for coming,” she said. “Seeing how great a sacrifice it is for you.”

“I’ve already tried bargaining with him,” he replied with the slightest of smiles on his face. She’d come to learn what that sly expression meant over the conversations they’d shared the past little while, how it was about as much of his amusement he was willing to let show when in places such as that. “He said he shouldn’t have to bribe me into being a good friend. Perhaps he’d be right if I could actually see him play.”

She chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you when to cheer. That way you can properly perform you duties of the supportive best friend.”

Throughout the match, she did her best to keep to that, letting Ominis know anytime the Quaffle was nearing the Slytherin goals. Sebastian was an excellent Keeper—he always had been, something that Constance had held against him. Now, without any sort of allegiance preventing her, she could properly appreciate his skills, letting out hoots and hollers whenever he made a particularly spectacular save.

By the end of the game, her voice was a bit hoarse from all the cheering, ears still ringing at the loud applause around her when Slytherin won the match. She and Ominis waited for the stand to clear a bit before heading out, making their way over to the changing rooms.

When Sebastian came barrelling out, he was sporting a wide grin. “Now that was a match,” he said, throwing an arm around Ominis’s shoulders. “It’s always better when the other team has some skill. Makes the taste of victory all the more sweeter.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high,” she said, folding her arms and smiling at him. “Ravenclaw is still going to knock you flat when that match rolls around.”

Sebastian waved his hand at her in dismissal. “You saw us just now. They won’t know what hit them.”

“Careful, Sebastian,” Ominis said. “Your helmet might not fit in the next match if your ego keeps growing at this rate.”

She laughed, just as she did several more times as they walked back to the castle. There was a deep feeling of gratitude for the pair; they had taken her in with no hesitation, even with the strange ways she and Ominis were tied together. It felt lighter, being around them. She didn’t have to worry about hiding the engagement. In fact, they sometimes spoke openly about it, brainstorming different ways to overcome it. While their conversations had yielded no results, the mere action of saying those sort of things out loud made her feel less alone than she had in a while.

It was her own fault that she never felt those sorts of things with Constance. She had hidden the truth, and therefore hadn’t let Constance attempt to comfort or help her in any way. As time went on, it became harder and harder to convince herself that had been the right decision for her to make.

It was a pleasant afternoon, albeit a bit chiller with winter getting ready to come on. Once they reached the castle, Ominis and Sebastian went off to their common room, ready to partake in their house’s celebrations. She decided she’d take advantage of the nice weather and go for a walk after grabbing a scarf to keep her warm.

Her plans went off the rails the moment she stepped foot in her dorm room.

Constance was there, sitting on her bed, looking… uneasy. With a frown, she turned away from her blonde friend, facing her bed. An envelope sat on the covers.

“Your owl just dropped it off,” Constance said softly. “Don’t worry, I didn’t read it.” This time.

She resisted scowling at her as she reached for the letter. The same, familiar parchment greeted her, and she frowned. What more did her parents have to say to her? She was about to rip it open when she realized it wasn’t a letter like the ones she had received before—it was a Howler.

Constance, who had been watching her from her own bed, seemed to realize this at the same moment, eyes widening. “I’ll… I’ll step out,” she said quietly.

While she was grateful for not having to ask for privacy, the feeling was completely overcome by anxiety as to what she would hear. She had laid low the last few days. She’d been playing her father’s game, what had she done to warrant a Howler?

With trembling hands, she opened it.

She was greeted by her father’s cold tone. He wasn’t yelling—but the harsh words still boomed throughout the room, each syllable sending a shiver up her spine and making her heart pound.

“It seems you do not know when to quit. When I last left you, I thought you had finally seen sense. Do you take me as a fool? Your incessant begging has been enough, but I never would have thought you were as idiotic as you’ve proven yourself to be. The opinion of your Mudblood friend will do little to persuade me.

“Listen and listen well. There will be no more letters addressing this matter, from you or any filth you see fit to keep company with. Another word, and I will not hesitate to rid myself of you once and for all. You will not disobey. Not if you value your life.”

The silence of the room made her feel small. Her life. He would take her life.

Panic started to build in her stomach as the words echoed in her head. The room felt like a cage—like the walls were closing in around her. She couldn’t breath, her chest tight with anxiety.

She didn't even hear the door open behind her when Constance walked in.

The sound of her name being said snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts. Constance was pale, eyes wide when she turned to face her. It was clear her friend had heard every word, even from outside the room.

This was her fault. She’d sent a letter to her parents, once again muddled where she shouldn’t. Would she never learn? Would she ever understand that she couldn’t fix this, that no one could fix this?

"I warned you," she said, voice trembling with anger. "I warned you over and over again, but you never listened."

"I'm sorry," Constance said in a hushed tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't---"

"Of course you didn't," she said as she shoved her wand in her pocket, wrapping her robe around herself. "You don't understand. You can't. Why do you think I never told you? Because you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from trying to solve my problems. They’re mine. And I know damn well there’s no fixing them."

She marched to the door, hand gripping the handle.

"Where are you going?" Constance asked from behind her, a note of panic in her voice.

Her voice fired back in a growl. "Away from you."

She slammed the door shut behind her, struggling to hold herself together. There was only one clear thought in her mess of a mind.

Ominis. She needed Ominis.

The last place she knew he’d been off to was the Slytherin common room, and with nothing else to go off of, she set her course, forcing her focus on each step as she made her way down to the dungeons.

She knew she was in the right hall, but there wasn’t even a door she could knock on. She was about to curl up in defeat when a strange shifting noise was heard and a door appeared, no other than Sebastian Sallow walking out of it.

“—as many as I can carry!” he was calling out, still facing the doorway as he left the common room. “I’ll be right—” He nearly ran into her head on, the door slipping from his grasp and closing behind him. “Merlin’s beard, are you alright?”

“No,” she said quickly, knowing there was no point in hiding it. “I-I’m sorry, I’m not… Where’s Ominis?”

Sebastian frowned, clearly worried about the state of her. She was sure she looked a mess, still breathing shallowly and feeling clammy all over. “He’s just inside,” he said. “I’ll send him out.”

“Thank you,” she muttered as he turned back around, giving her a quick nod as he walked back inside. She closed her eyes, trying to take deep breaths as she waited for Ominis to emerge. It only took a few moments before the entrance opened once more, and he came out, wand in hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as soon as the door shut behind him. He wore a concerned expression, and that was enough to finally make her come crumbling down.

She couldn’t speak through her tears, as hard as she tried to get a single word out. Ominis was by her side in an instant, hand reaching out to hold her arm as he said her name. He looked frazzled for a moment, thrown off by her sudden outburst, but quickly regained his composure.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you out of the hallway.”

She didn’t protest in the slightest as he took her by the arm, pulling her to a classroom nearby. As he closed the door behind them, he turned back to her.

“Deep breaths,” he said softly. “Come on, you need to breathe.”

“I-I’m trying,” she stuttered.

“I know,” he assured her. “It’ll be fine.”

She shook her head. “No, it won’t. It—”

He shushed her gently. “You can tell me in a moment. Right now you need to calm yourself.”

She closed her eyes, trying to do as he said. After a minute or two, her tears had stopped, and she finally felt like she was getting enough oxygen. Ominis, hearing the way her breathing had changed, smiled a bit. “There. Now, what’s wrong?”

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Everything. Absolutely everything. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Ominis frowned. “Well, let’s just start with one thing, and work our way to everything, shall we?”

She sighed. Logical, as always. “My… my father sent me a Howler. He was angry because Constance sent him a letter, no doubt telling him off about our engagement.” She closed her eyes, trying not to shiver as the sound of her voice filled her thoughts once more. “She heard what it said, and I yelled at her. If there was ever any chance of us fixing our friendship, I’m sure I just destroyed it.”

“Is that what has you in this state?” Ominis asked. “If she’s any friend worth having, she’ll find it in herself to forgive you. I’m sure of it.”

“No, that’s not… that’s not all,” she said softly. She pressed her lips together, preparing herself to force the words out of her mouth. She was done keeping things in. Pretending it was fine. That her world wasn’t all on fire. “My father threatened to kill me,” she whispered. “One step out of line, and I’m finished.”

Ominis stilled at her words, seemingly frozen in place.

“He’s threatened to take many things from me,” she admitted. “My wand. My inheritance. My future. But never before my life.”

“Do you… do you think he would really…?”

“Yes.” As she answered, she knew it was true. She felt it in every part of her, the way her body trembled at the mere idea of facing him in his wrath. Her hand went unconsciously to her left forearm, feeling the scar there. “He’s never hesitated to raise his wand against me.”

The weight of her words sat heavy in the room. Ominis seemed lost in his thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he finally said.

“It’s not your fault,” she replied. “I should have known he’d be willing to resort to this.”

It was clear, now, how cold he truly was towards her. She’d always hoped—however stupidly, however foolishly—that he had some amount of care toward her. That all his twisted actions and demands were some display of his broken sort of love. She’d thought that maybe, just maybe, he shared a shred of the love he had for her mother for her—because he had to love her mother. Had to. Why would he have kept her around otherwise, even after the Healers had told them she could bear no more children, when they learned she would never provide him a proper heir?

But it seemed whatever love he’d had was all used up before he could share a portion for his only child.

No, this was the perfect confirmation. The one that assured her she was an unwanted child. That her father had meant it each time he said he’d rather have no heir than have her.

She leaned back against the wall, letting herself slide down it, feeling like she was on the verge of coming undone once more. Her throat began to tighten, and she closed her eyes to keep tears from falling. “They don’t want me,” she choked out.

Ominis fell to the ground beside her, and just as a cry escaped her lips, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

She buried her head in his shoulder, letting herself get lost in the feeling of his embrace. It took several minutes before she felt even a little composed, and she loosened the grip she’d had on the front of his robes. Her knuckles were sore from how tightly she’d tried to hold herself to him.

His arms did pull away from her. He was warmer than she thought he would be—she didn’t know why that surprised her so much. Perhaps she’d thought he’d feel just like the appearance of his eyes, like an ice-covered lake. But no. Ominis was warm. And soft. He didn’t stop surprising her—didn’t stop being the opposite she’d thought he’d be.

And in the comfort in his arms, another thought occurred to her; she wasn’t sure she’d ever been held like this. She wondered if he had.

Despite the fact that she would have loved to let herself forget about her worries cradled there, she pulled away. There had been several new discoveries in her time in his arms already. She was a little afraid of what more she might find if she stayed. But he didn’t seem ready to let go of her completely, and when he grabbed her hand in his own, she decided that was enough of a middle ground to stand on.

“I’m going to be honest,” he said softly. “This… makes things quite a bit more difficult. It’s getting harder and harder to see a way out of this.”

He was right. No matter what choice she made, her life would be over.

“I don’t mean to be grim,” he said. “But it is the truth. Though I will say this.”

Shifting, his grip tightened on her hand, his body facing hers more completely. “I will do all I can to assure you a life that is happy and safe.”

“Both of us,” she added. “Both of us will be happy and safe.”

He smiled softly. “If there is a way.”

She didn’t like the implication of his words. The idea that he might sacrifice his own happiness for hers—well, it made her heart feel tugged in an uncomfortable way.

But he didn’t give her a chance to argue with her. Instead, he rose to his feet, forcing her to stand with him as their hands were still locked together. “What do you say we stop moping for a moment and cause some mayhem?”

That caught her a bit off guard, and she felt her eyebrows raise. “I didn’t know Ominis Gaunt liked to cause mayhem.”

“Then you haven’t been paying very much attention.” He let go of her hand, opening the door of the classroom and letting her walk through. “I’ve got something in mind.”

Despite the hopeless feeling still stirring in her chest, she smiled. “Then lead the way.”

She couldn’t ignore the slightest bit of a sly expression when he began to take her down corridors and halls. For the most part, it was the Sallow twins who had a bit of a reputation for troublemaking—but in the last while she had learned that Ominis was just as bad as they were, only much more subtle about it.

He stopped so suddenly at the end of a hall that she nearly ran into him.

“Tell me,” he said softly. “Is Duncan Hobhouse anywhere in sight?”

Her eyes widened, then a small laugh escaped her lips. Ominis had always had it out for the Ravenclaw boy—and she would have felt bad about it, if she hadn’t overheard him saying something about how Muggleborn teachers should be thrown out. She suspected Ominis had once heard him say something similar, and a very one-sided rivalry was born.

She scanned the hall in front of them. “Yes, he’s against the wall at the far end, just beside the corner,” she answered.

“Ah, yes, I sense him there… convenient position, couldn’t have set it up better if I tried.”

She chuckled. “Set it up for what?”

He smirked. “You’ll see, dearest. Stay right here. And please, do your best to look natural. I can’t have you giving me away.”

With that, he turned heel, heading back down the hall behind them. She stood in confusion for a moment, watching after him. When he turned a corner, out of sight, she frowned. Might as well follow his instructions.

She stood by a suit of armor, keeping an eye on Duncan in her peripheral vision. After a few minutes, she started to get a bit uneasy… this wasn’t some elaborate ruse to get rid of her, was it?

But then she heard… something. It was hard to make out over the din of the hallway, but it sounded almost like… a purr?

Whatever it was, Duncan seemed to hear it much better than her. His eyes went wide as he pushed himself off the wall, looking around frantically. After a few quiet moments of him not finding what he was looking for, he seemed to get a little relief. But then she heard it again—and this time Duncan did not seem to think it was his imagination.

“Who—where—”

Spotting her opportunity, she walked forward. “Is something wrong, Hobhouse?”

His head whipped around toward her. “I’m sure I just heard…” He swallowed hard. “...nevermind.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss it,” she said. “I thought I heard it, too. Puffskien purrs are just fearsome, aren’t they?”

The purr sounded once more, and that was enough to make Duncan yelp before running off like a madman.

She burst out laughing, and soon enough Ominis’s chuckling joined her as he lifted the Disillusionment Charm off himself.

“Oh, that was just brilliant,” she said, still laughing. Ominis seemed pleased by the sound, leaning against the wall and smiling wider than she’d even seen him do. “How on earth did you do that? Do you really have a puffskien hiding in your pocket.”

“No, I’ve discovered a much more convenient way to carry their likeness with me.” He parted his lips just a bit, and a flawless impression of a puffskien’s purr left his mouth.

Her eyes widened. “How—”

“Practice,” he said. “Probably too much of it, but it’s been a delight using it whenever I get a bit bored in class. There’s no better sound than hearing Hobhouse in distress.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“You say that like you weren’t there at the beginning of this year.”

She laughed, bumping his shoulder with her own. “Well, I’m glad I found my way out of it.”

He smiled down at her, and a strange shiver went through her as his blue eyes nearly met her own. “I’m glad, too.”

She tore her gaze away from him—had it always been that hard to do that?—and stared instead at the floor. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For this. For everything.”

“Of course,” he said, matching her tone. “I… may not be able to fix everything for the two of us, but if I can help you forget about it for even moment, then perhaps I’ve done something worthwhile.”

A warmth took over her chest, and it took only a moment to search for the name—gratitude. She was grateful for Ominis, for his understanding, for his care.

There was a lot that was uncertain. A lot that sent her heart racing and thoughts spiraling, but as she looked back at the blond young man beside her, she smiled.

Maybe her heart could race for some good reasons, too.

Chapter Eight

A/N: What do we have here? Feelings??? Not sure, you better stay tuned to find out...

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sugar-omi · 1 year

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Hi Naeomi!

I have a Baxter ask, but it might be a bit angst? It's all good if you are not comfortable doing it 🤗🤗

I was wondering how Baxter would react to an MC who is kind, goofy, and easygoing with her friends but not to everyone. When Baxter goes to say, "You dont have to go out with me just to be polite--" MC scoffs, "Please, I would never date a boy I didn't like just to be polite." Seeing Baxter's surprised expression, my nervous MC laughs and goes on. "But I like you, so..." Or Baxter would tell her she's too kind or nice after giving him a compliment or treating well on a date, and she would chuckle, "No, no I'm not."

MC had a hard time in school during puberty (as in mean gossip, boys brazenly checking her out and making comments, and small instances of bullying for being 'different'). That is the MC's history, and she has learned from Liz how to stand up for herself and not let anyone disrespect her--she has instilled a mean girl essence in herself with the most cutthroat comeback that has Cove recoil at her side (she has him cover his ears for this reason).

MC finishes high school with a jaded view of boys (except for Cove and Derek, her standards are high because of how kind and sweet these two are) and developed a bit of a sharp tongue when angry, something she is not proud of. And when MC meets Baxter, her crush from 5 years old, she is nervous and blushy and treats him with the utmost consideration. She worries that Baxter would see her spitting vemon one day and not like her anymore.

crying...... your mc reminds me of myself as well bc I'm also jaded n mean sometimes 😬 I will see your mc's in therapy LOL

anyway here you go anon<333 also I had fem reader in mind but I realize it's not very implied either so I hope that's OK

n i will edit the format a bit later bc I'm on my phone again 👍👍 ALSO NEW HEADER WHAT DO WE THINK it's suppose to be coves tattoo but I shrieked it bc I didn't like how bulky it was but now I feel like u can't tell it's the ocean so.... I try I try

tags: hurt/comfort, ok for fem/masc/nb readers, shy/nervous reader, mentions of bullying/harassment, headcanons at the bottom ft step 4, perhaps I'm using this to tell everyone that I think baxter finds assertiveness/"mean"!mc attractive but we won't talk abt that <3333

the first time baxter hears about the issues you had in the past, it was when your cousin laughed about how you look like a cinnamon roll but you slapped a guy hard enough his nose bled.

baxter took note of how your face scrunched up, and you looked at him to scout out how baxter reacted to the comment.

you mutter something quickly, "he deserved it. anyway..."

the mood was a little damp for a moment after that, the joke not well received because of the new addition and baxter felt bad that you had worries about how he'd take what Lee said.

after your group parted ways, and before you could retreat to your bedroom, baxter stopped you.

"forgive me if my words are unwanted, but... if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here." his voice was soothing, but his pitiful gaze was off putting...

you did appreciate the gesture, baxter is always so considerate but you didn't want him to feel bad for you. you didn't want him to know how vulnerable you were.

when you were still in school, all the bullying had you feeling like a stray ally cat in front of a pack of dogs.

you didn't want baxter to know about the rougher side of you...

after that, baxter starts to notice your mannerisms even more.

you just nod and thank him, hugging him goodnight.

one morning, you brought him a breakfast sandwich and coffee.

"you spoil me y/n. who knew sunset bird was hiding such lovely people."

you just laugh humorlessly, no shyness or humility in it just a pained expression. "I try, glad to know I'm doing good..."

baxter smiles, trying to bring back your good mood. "you are. that must be why cove gravitates to you so much."

you laugh a bit, thinking about your clingy neighbor. "maybe, but he's the sweetest between the two of us. cove always takes care of me, more than I do him in fact.."

when he's in your living room and you're fluttering around the house with haste and fretting over every detail...

baxter doubts that, thinking about how the stories of your childhood he heard from your family and cove when you graciously invited him on the boat trip.

"no need to be humble. now, shall we eat together?"

when he first showed up, you were in a tank top and leggings, but after seating baxter and leaving him with a bottle of water you ran upstairs to get ready and came back in shorts and flowy top in your favorite color.

not that baxter minded, you were beautiful. but you were comfortable before, and it was the middle of the day, so why the sudden change of clothes?

then it was how jittery you were while making some tea, hovering over the pot and fixing baxter's cup diligently.

"y/n..." baxter decides to approach this lightly.

"yes?" you smile but it doesn't reach your eyes. you look so worried, like you're waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"can we talk about what's going on? I don't mean to intrude, I know I'm only here for the summer.."

the reminder stings you but you listen on.

"but you're still someone dear to me, so if it's something you don't mind sharing, I'd like to know what'd bothering you. I want to help, y/n..." baxter places his hand on top of yours.

you swallow but inhale and prepare to tell him enough to paint the picture, at least.

"i.. don't want you to hate me." you hang your head. "i like you so much, baxter. I'm worried that my jaded view will make you run away..."

baxter nods, choosing his next words carefully.

he brings you into his side, holding your hand and the pressure is grounding.

"nothing like that can make me dislike you y/n. of anything, I like you even more." baxter grins at your surprised expression.

"there's nothing wrong with you for being assertive when defending yourself." baxter smiles soothingly and he decides to bring up a moment of weakness he had early in the summer.

"remember when I was a half asleep mess when we went to get drinks that day?"

you nod.

"its like that, I'm not always so prim and proper." baxter laughs, ignoring the flush of his face as he recounts the blunder. "just like I'm a mess in the mornings, you can be a bit snappy but it's all about the situation."

you grin and let out a watery laugh. "are you seriously comparing your inability to be a functioning human in the morning to me being mean when someone pisses me off?"

he grins shamelessly. although with the blush on his face, perhaps bacter feels a bit more humble than usual. "perhaps."

you laugh loudly, "you are!"

baxter grins. "it worked didn't it?"

you nod, wrapping your arms around him, allowing yourself to melt into his body as he hugs you back. "yeah.. yeah it did. thanks baxter..."

baxter loves when you stand up for yourself

seeing you snap at some douchebag hitting on you at the bar even though you said you have a boyfriend and he's right here?!

finds it hot when you're angry

always reassures you that you don't need to bring him breakfast in bed every day for the rest of his life just bc he saw you snap at some nosy Karen after she made a nasty comment about your outfit

it's a beach, what does she expect people to wear???

don't verbally or physically beat someone in front of him bc he Will kiss you

"fuck off! I'm not interested asshole!!"

baxter, heart eyes: "please kiss me, do u wanna get married?????"

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #our life baxter #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #baxter x reader #baxter dlc #baxter ward x mc #olba baxter #baxter our life

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talonabraxas · 9 months

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The Sun moves into "serious-minded" report:

This week we have the Sun entering "serious-minded" Capricorn on Thursday, December 21st. On the same day we have the (winter solstice), the official beginning of winter. On Friday, December 22nd, we have a (Mercury Cazimi in Capricorn), where the Sun in Capricorn will conjunct Mercury in Capricorn. This excellent transit to reset, restart a specific cycle. It is the (heart of the Sun) taking place at 12:50 PM, CST. Look for messages, increased synchronicities, advanced communications even with (Mercury Retrograde in Capricorn). The Cazimi is in an (Earth sign of Capricorn), that is practical, grounded, serious-minded, and ambitious.

You always want to pay attention when the Sun changes zodiac signs. There is a dramatic shift in energies between the Sun in "expansive" Sagittarius to "practical" Capricorn. The key is to identify the pattens, cycles, habits, traits, and the characteristics that impact your natal chart & solar charts. In Western Astrology (Tropical) is based on the Sun position and the seasons. All of the zodiac will be impacted by this transit depending on the astrological house placements. The Sun is a (personal planet/star), where you want to analyze where you have Capricorn both in the position of the planets, and the position of the Houses. That will provide direct insight on how this impacts you.

The Sun is the vital principle, the life force. It is the giver of life. Sun is hot, positive, fiery and authoritative. It is the element of individuality, what you are all your life, and his place in your horoscope tells where you shine the best , and where you can earn your success. The Sun is your spirit and your sense of ego/paternal image.

Capricorn is ruled by Saturn & the 10th House of--career, the occupation, career acquisition, accolades, the profession, business, standing in the world, sphere of influence, professional reputation, honors, awards, fame & fortune, authority figures, the boss, credit, status, and recognition in the career. This is a great time to look where you have your natal MC or (Mid-Heaven) and see if your career sector is being lighted up or if you have planets in the 10th House.

Capricorn is an (Earth Sign) and is considered (Cardinal Sign) in the modes/modality.

Earth signs include—Taurus, Virgo, & Capricorn.

Cardinal signs include—Aries, Libra, Cancer, & Capricorn.

Team Capricorn characteristics, include being--stern, task-oriented, grounded, practical, ambitious, strong, always climbing in the career, serious-minded, determined, able to overcome obstacles, plan every step, powerful, concentrative, laborious, forceful, cautious, conservative, thrifty, scrupulous, trustworthy, detailed thinkers, fatalistic, stubborn, domineering, make good friends, although bad enemies, brooding and egotistic.

Cosmic Tip:

Team Capricorn is a grounded (Earth sign), that puts an emphasis on being responsible, ambitious, powerful, and climbing the company latter. Capricorn is ruled by the 10th House of—career, the occupation, sphere influence, status, your professional reputation, having authority figures give you the green-light to advance in your career. Check in with your career sector and see if you're content with your progress. With Mercury Retrograde in Capricorn, excellent to revise, review, self-scout, rebuild, and restructure where you want to be in your career.

On the solar chart we will have the Sun, Mercury, Pluto, all in Capricorn forming a (stellium). You could find greater purpose in your career, recognizing your talents & skills, while others take notice. Being ambitious pays dividends, putting in the work to attract a promotion and reach new heights in your career sector. With Pluto in Capricorn there has been a transformational shift taking place on some level.

Of course, you have to include Saturn (the natural ruler to Capricorn), which is currently touring dreamy Pisces. Here Saturn requires discipline, being task-oriented, playing by the rules, regulations, and terms & conditions. While Pisces wants to escape down the rabbit hole, Saturn has to work extra hard in order to keep things on point. Saturn likes to produce rewards for those who do the work, make the sacrifice, and dedicate themselves.

Check in with your Sun, Moon, Rising/Ascendant signs. Where you have Capricorn, Saturn and 10th House in your natal chart. Also review where you have dominant placements in Capricorn in your natal chart.

Enjoy the "practical" Sun in Capricorn!

Keep an eye on the Mercury (Cazimi) on Friday, December 23rd. See what comes through during this influence. --Astrological House Astrology. Capricorn Zodiac by Tashina Suzuki

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drysdaleknieslee · 8 months

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Will Smith x MC Isabella

This is just the intro to something beautiful and amazing.

Bell met Will through Gabe. She never noticed him before, and neither did he to her. She was just Isabella to everyone else, but only the most important people to her got to call her Bell. Gabe has known her and her family since they were little. She and her family moved to America when she was six, and Gabe was the only guy willing to talk to the new kid. He stuck up for her when kids would make fun of her accent or the traditional Filipino food her mom would make for her. The platonic fondness was mutual and her family was happy that she made a friend that accepted her for who she was.

Now Gabe had tried to get Bell to attend a BC game since they arrive there. He pushed her to apply so they could go to the same school (didn't take much convincing when he told her they had a good dance program and there was a little cafe near the school she could work at) and since he got the schedule for the mens hockey team he's been pushing for her to go.

"Come on Bells you've never seen me play before" Perreault would whine.

"I literally watched you play in high school" she quipped putting on her ballet shoes.

"That was high school hockey. This is COLLEGE hockey. Two different things" he said pointedly.

His whining got the best of her, and here she sits in Conte Forum, waiting for the game to start with her BC attire on. Since she started working at the cafe a few blocks from the school, she made a deal with Gabe to bring him a scone for the good seats. Of course, he obliged.

They were still practicing when she first arrived and she waited by the locker room with two warm strawberry scones waiting for him.

"HEY ISABELLA!" yelled Gabe from the other end of the hallway. He was accompanied by two other tall guys, his teammates when he saw her. He knew to call her Isabella when other people were present.

"Keep your voice down! I brought the stuff, now where are my tickets?" She asked scoping the surrounding area.

"What is this, an illegal drop-off?" asked one of the guys. The other just stood quietly, staring at Bell. Not in a creep way but a longing sort of way. His gaze then focused on the scones in her hand.

"Nah, she brings me food from that cafe near the forum. Genuine I think it's called."

I hand the scones over to Gabe and just stare awkwardly as he takes a bite and makes that satisfied sigh he always does when he eats one. The other two boys eye him, annoyed, as they want some too.

"Nope, these are mine," he couldn't get the words out before all three start fighting over the two scones.

"ALEX GIVE ME MY DAMN SCONES!"

"LEARN TO SHARE YOU PIG!"

In the end, Gabe got one and 'Alex' got the other, leaving the blonde boy looking sad. "I'll bring you one tomorrow. None for those two." she says pointing at the two boys stuffing their face.

Leaning close, she whispers, "I'll sneak you some if you want so that you don't have to fight over one." He stiffened up when Bell got closer to him. She noticed this and was glad that he didn't move away. She also saw a red tint on the tips of his earlobes. "You don't have to do that" he muttered.

"Please. I owe it to you since I'm friends with those dummies too. I don't even know your name either. I maybe can get you a discount in the cafe."

"His names Will. Will Smith. Nowhere near as cool as the actor though" muttered Alex with a mouth full of scone.

"Well, Will, good luck at your practice, and I promise next time I see you, you will have any dessert or drink from the store. Scouts honor," says Bell, making a cross over her heart.

When she turned to walk out she didn't know the conversation that these three boys would have later in the locker room to suit up for practice.

"Hey, Isabella, your friend," said Will to Gabe sitting to his left, "the cafe, do you know her usual hours?"

"She's part time on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Times vary around her classes and dance practice-."

"When are her dance practices?"

Gabe starts to catch on to his friends questions and can't help the wolfish smile growing on his face. "You like her don't you?"

"No, she just seems cool and I want to get to know her better."

"Sure, man, sure. Just ask her next time you see her," says Gabe before walking out of the locker room to head to the ice. Will couldn't stop thinking about Bell and what he could've said to her. He could've asked her about her schedule or even her socials. Gabe's gonna be too much of an ass to tell him, so he'll have to muster up the courage next time. For now, he'll have to think about her smelling of coffee grounds and caramel and hope he doesn't bust his ass on the ice.

#will smith hockey #boston college #nhl imagine

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infamous-if · 2 years

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Hey, Is our bands name "Infamous" or can we choose ourself? I really like the idea of naming a Band "OverRated" just imagining going on stage and screaming "WE ARE OVERRATED!!!!" and everyone cheering. It's the kind of thing I find funny.

Anyway I like the characters so far, they have me all intrigued, I marked Seven with a big X bc I'm a sucker for enemy to lovers trope. Do you have any fun facts for our bandmates?

lol thats so funny and yes, you can choose the band name yourself. My friend has plans to call them "THE BAND"...just the band. So when they get introduced, "give a round of applause to the band!"

fun facts...

G: has a tattoo on the bottom of their foot of a cartoon cat sticking the finger lmao they also have one in the inside of their bottom lip that just says their name, they're very unserious (shouts to my sibling who has a tattoo in her inner lip lol)

G is also banned from a bar called Peekmans because they kept jokingly (and drunkenly) suggesting putting glory holes to the boss and the boss got so irritated by their persistence (they would find a way to slip it in any conversation. literally every one) that they just told them to never come back

August: August finds comfort in their headphones and they've had it for years and it only barely works. There's been multiple instances where someone walked in on them slamming their headphones against the wall and being like "???" only for August to put it to their ear and say "yeah, works now" and walk away

Victoria got scouted to model when she was getting groceries with her mom. She was around 16. At first she thought it was a scam but went through with it and the rest was history.

One of her biggest and most consistent rumors is that she isn't a natural redhead? She's threatened to show them the carpets match the drapes but obviously her team is like "absolutely not" (G finds the prospect and the fact that it bothers her that much hilarious))

Sebastian: Sebastian failed his driving test 6 times. cried actual tears of joy when he passed on his 7th. Also, he and his girlfriend at the time conceived Maya the same night he lost his virginity. talk about bad luck. (the fact that he had a baby before getting his license is a reoccurring joke between him and Maya)

Seven: Seven's favorite bands are Rancid and The Clash (they also secretly love like top 40s pop but their mUh ImAgE). When Seven was in the band with MC, they sucked really bad at the guitar. Now, they're pretty good in their new band, but they still don't do it often since their guitarist is miles better.

they can also play 'twinkle twinkle little star' on the piano and they're very proud of that

Orion: Orion used to work for a very popular record label before he saw MC's band and quit on a whim after the record execs said MC's band doesn't have the 'it-factor' Orion believes otherwise. He's very athletic and wakes up at five for a run and drinks those nasty egg yolk and blended food shakes. Terrifyingy disciplined man.

#inbox #seven lawless #orion quinn #victoria valentine #g reign #august pierce #sebastian holland

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mysteriouspersonrambles · 27 days

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Live listening to the new Malevolent episode so long post:

Dude fucking medieval Britain being Kayne’s bind spot is so funny - like what a loser

Alexander!!!! My Boy I love you so much

This peace is not going to last

Oh a weaved basket let me guess the village is going to be totally destroyed and that’s what causes the foul taste in the river or the bad river taste came from the witches nest dumping into the river supple

You walk a path with devils- bestie you guys run had fist into the devils on a regular basis don’t act like all those run-ins aren’t your fault

Nooo Yorick - get bagged idiot I suppose

Arthur continues to be the most conspicuous guy of all time. Congrats buddy nobody does it worse than you

Do you still have your lighter remember the magic lighter

Arthur you trespass on the Daily you where a fucking PI dude

Oh never mind Arthur got his spooky sense and being touched by ghosts apparently he truly is beloved

Arthur was a Boy Scout oh man I forgot about that. What a mental image

Oh yeah Arthur’s super dead parents

Oh man friendship let’s go. Wait Arthur what happened with your friend did die or something. Oh who am I kidding it’s malevolent of course he’s dead

Ohh what else is in the pen. Is it bones I hope it’s bones.

Aw boo it’s just a weird figure dudes you guys encounter those things all the time

Bewildered Englishman I love that

Yeah dude he’s different it’s the trauma. Remember he had to eat a man

But your Kayne’s favorite boytoy that should mean something

Dude I hope they run into their other self’s that would be so fucking funny please 🙏 or like a Catbox situation (does anybody get that reference)

Yeah dude fuck the narrative

You might fail but also like you’re the MC’s so plot armor

Huh difficult to see anything else but the fire- this better not be foreshadowing

The Guy is back hell yeah ohhh what a voice

Arthur does not know how the deal with the fay

Arthur this village is fucking dead there is nobody here

Yeah guys this guy has been through some shit

I think he’s warning you dude you know there are monsters about

Yeah dude the Fay the one you don’t know how to handle

I like this guy he speaks in riddles

I this guy talking about the prince or another Arthur or just regular Arthur

Welcoming is a dangerous thing Arthur

Dude not his biggest trauma

This man is not up to date with modern law procedures man

Ohhh spooky ghost man is a story teller

Dude the foul taste in the water

Self hate for the win 🏆

He is the boy’s vengeance

Oh shit was I right or half right but I knew this guy was ghost guy. I think that’s actually so cool

The witches child?? Or Faroe

Arthur these noises are not the ones I would want to hear when talking about children. Like I know you’re morning but the noises man

Good choice Arthur I would want the truth too but it could be something you know but still

That’s so cool that the ghost kids are so powerful good for you ghost kids

Scratch!!!! Or the goat lady the one who was mentioned in the 1st season I can’t spell her name but I was talking about her the other day

Or maybe just another spooky ghost lady either way in hyped

Fuck indeed you just murder one of her kids and she got a good look at you and who you’re traveling with

You can’t destroy the darkness idiot

Oh fuck is Alexander evil please I will cry if he is

You don’t get a weapon you chose a truth

Yeah man you can’t escape the darkness idiot

Is she why Kayne can’t be here. Is Kayne scared of her please that would be so funny

“He is not what he seems” I can’t tell if this is about Yorick or Alexander the owl it could be both but I love them so much.

Also where was Yorick this episode I missed him he’s not evil just kinda dumb and a plotter and he wants a hand of glory but he’s just a little guy

Arthur are you going to sleep on the ground the forest is going to eat you

William aw what happened to him how did he die horribly

I’m sad this episode was a feeler though I’m glad Arthur got a little peace of mind when it came to Faroe. I can’t wait to see the absolute shit show that must be next episode this one was much too fluffy something terrible must be coming.

#malevolent #malevolent spoilers #liveblogging #john malevolent #kayne malevolent #arthur malevolent #alexander the owl #dude I did not expect this to go on for so long #also I was checking all day for the new episode and it decided to drop when I decided to do something on my computer come on man

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mine, always and forever: chapter 5

characters: OC (female, y/n, she/her) x Commander Erwin Smith

warning: this story will contain 18+ elements including but not limited to childhood trauma, age-gap, power dynamics, graphic sexual content, substance abuse, talk of self-harm, death/violence/blood, mild xenophobia, angst, and language (more in depth tags will be at the beginning of each chapter if need be)

aot semi-cannonverse (takes place in aot universe but I am taking some artistic liberties with timelines, characters, world politics, and happenings)

plot: (y/n) is a young (female, she/her) cadet (22 y/o) with a complicated past. escaping from a life of meaningless pleasures in a foreign land, y/n hopes to make a difference by giving her heart as a member of the scout regiment. with only her brothers by her side, she steps into a world of uncertainty. upon integrating herself within her rank, y/n meets a man that would flip everything she knows about herself upside down... and she likes it.

author's note: this story is my own personal delusion about meeting and falling in love with Commander Erwin if I was in the aot verse. therefore, the character is loosely based on my life experience and self-image. however, it is my hope that all of you will see something of yourself in the MC and all of you Erwin-loving baddies will enjoy our blondie in a new story. I am also new to Tumblr and it seems there are endless things I must learn, so feel free to kindly correct me if I fail to add something to my posts that is necessary for your reading enjoyment.

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"As it turns out, we don't yet understand how titans reproduce."

You awkwardly answered as Commander Erwin watched you intently. You were pointing to the documents on the table in front of you, attempting to explain what you could decipher from Hange's brilliant, yet chaotic, research notes.

"Male titans do not appear to have any external genitalia." You continued and he interjected.

"So they would not be able to-"

"Right." you cut him off.

Ordinarily speaking about normal biological processes did not bother you as you were practically a physician and you had delivered countless babies, however speaking about such an intimate topic around Commander Erwin felt taboo and uncomfortable.

The one-sided tension you felt caused your cheeks to heat as you imagined what it would be like to share an intimate moment with him. Just the two of you in his office, maybe. Over the past few weeks of working in the Commander's study you had daydreamed about how it would play out. Maybe he would reach out and gently touch your face as you stumble over your presentation on titan physiology. He might look deeply into your eyes, and lean in to gently press his lips to yours. You wondered what his lips would taste like, what they would feel like moving against yours. Would he run his strong hands through your hair, or would they travel other places? Would he carry you to his attached sleeping quarters? Or would he be so desperate to have you that he would clear off his desk and-.

You snapped out of your daydream to share a nervous chuckle as you gathered up your notes for the day.

"Hange just asks that you sign her grant request and her request for the titan serum experiment by tomorrow because she is eager to get started." you added as you packed your bag.

"Yes ma'am." He joked. "I will certainly not let you down."

You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. You wondered how one man could be so damn charming, but this was the level of rapport you had built with him. Waving goodbye, you walked out of his office and you began walking to the dining hall to meet Sasha and tell her your daily hopeless crush update. Sasha was the only of your friends who knew anything about your obsession with the gorgeous blonde man who happened to be your commanding officer. She swore herself to secrecy and you trusted her. Sasha's heart was made of pure gold, you were convinced, especially after all the trouble she had gone to take care of you while you were in the infirmary. Hell, Sasha had been the one that Commander Erwin asked about your favorite flowers before your visit. Which means that she would have known he was visiting you. She must have been so excited.

Over the last few weeks you had spent several hours a day in the Commander's study, which felt quite privileged for a young scout. No one had questioned why you were there once they knew you were Hange's research assistant. The best part of the day had become grabbing a hot tea from the tea shop, and heading to the study to sit and marinate for a few hours over Hange's research notes. Seeing Erwin every day was the highlight of your day. Butterflies filled your abdomen every time he walked into the room and greeted you. It was like the sun itself walked in with him, he truly was a sight to see with his tall frame and confident posture. He truly was the ideal man, in your opinion. As much as you enjoyed seeing him daily, it had become almost tortuous for your feelings to grow stronger and stronger, knowing that he would never be yours. You were 22 and he was at least 8 years older than you, but that was just a guess as you truly did not know his age.

You kept yourself from thinking about the women that Commander Erwin probably is able to court. You had no idea if he even entertained advances from women in the first place, but he probably had women stepping over each other to get to him. He was quite a catch. You wondered if he had a type. They're probably a bit older than you, with a more "womanly" build than your long and athletic build, and they're probably wildly wealthy and stunning. Anytime these thoughts crept into your mind, you felt a pang of jealousy and hurt in your stomach. Not that it was any of your business anyways, he was your commanding officer and you were nothing more than one of his many soldiers. You would never be more than that to him, you thought. Confusing as your feelings were for him, there had been a few interactions between the two of you the past few weeks that made you second guess your lack of confidence in your chances.

One evening, two weeks ago, you had a late summer picnic planned with Eren. Your relationship with Eren had become more romantic, but you still could not call him your boyfriend. Eren was the type of guy that wanted a girl, but kept his options open. He still had feelings for Mikasa, and you would catch him looking at your friend Joslyn a little too long every now and again. But then again, you spent multiple hours a day daydreaming about Commander Erwin, so you were no saint either. Nevertheless, you were thinking of this picnic as a chance for you and Eren to finally express your feelings for each other, and hopefully move past your baggage so that you could focus on each other. The day of your special date, Hange handed you a stack of papers, begging you to have them presented to Commander Erwin before end of day so that he could approve them as soon as possible. In order to get ready for your date and have time to review the papers, you decided to multi-task by asking Sasha to read the papers to you while you did your makeup and fixed your hair.

"What does "ges-ta-tion" mean?" Sasha asked, sounding the word out. You explained to her while you applied rouge to your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.

"Y/N how in the world do y'all understand all this science business? It's all big words and drawings of things I don't understand." she complained. "I had no idea that birthing babies was so complicated. I really thought that it was just momma and daddy gettin' busy, and then 9 months later-."

You interrupted her with thunderous laughing. "Sasha goodness!" She began to laugh too. "It's not that simple. Many things have to go right for a person to get pregnant and have. healthy baby."

"Do you want kids someday?" She asked. An innocent question that girls ask each other all the time, but it did carry quite a bit of weight. You thought about how your mother was left stranded when your father died, and the choices she had to make to ensure you did not starve in the streets. You shuddered at the thought of that happening to you and your children someday.

"Of course I do." You answered lightheartedly. "I just need to find me a man first."

You shared a laugh as you tied a ribbon into your hair and reached for your sundress. You had picked out a gorgeous little sundress for your evening date with Eren. It was a simple, emerald green sundress that came to just below mid thigh. The sleeves were short and slightly puffed. The back was quite open and laced up a few times down to your mid back.

You turned around and Sasha squealed with excitement. "You're ready to woo that boy into wantin' to marry ya."

"First, I must give a very rushed presentation to Commander Erwin about titan blood and then run to my date before sunset."

You quickly made your way to the Commander's office, flipping through the papers in your hand when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

"Well doesn't my baby sister look beautiful today?" Alexei sang to you as he walked closer and pulled you in for a hug.

"I'm not sure you are aware of this but we are the same age. Born on the same day, even." You responded, sarcastically.

"Mmmm yeah but I came out first." Good argument.

"Only because I had to push your lazy ass out." You laughed. "I gotta go I have to give a presentation and then I have a date."

He eyed the dress you were wearing and squinted. "You're going to give the presentation looking like... that?" He chuckled. "Very professional, Y/N you look very official, doctor."

You shooed him off and continued on your way. You second guessed your decision to go straight from your presentation to your date, and suddenly you felt self-conscious. Would Commander Erwin not take you seriously just because you aren't wearing your usual scout uniform? No time to worry about that now as you knocked on the door hurriedly.

"Come in." You heard a rather annoyed sounding voice call out.

Great. You have to further bother this already irritated man with more of Hange's research and proposals. This sounds like tons of fun, you thought to yourself, sarcastically.

You pushed open the door hastily and turned to close it behind you. You turned around, eyes glued to the paper as you walked closer to his desk. Then came the word vomit.

"I am infinitely sorry to bother you, Commander, but Hange gave me a last minute proposal and urged me to bring it to you today before end of day so I had to rush to get it ready, but I won't stay longer than I need because you seem quite-." You looked up from your papers to push a strand of hair out of your eyes and address him properly. The way he was looking at you sent chills down your spine and suddenly you felt as though you might as well be absolutely naked. His eyes were temporally fixed on the dress that pulled in tight at your waist and gently traced the shape of your hips as it flowed to the middle of your thigh. Eyes drifted back up to your face, made up with rouge on your cheeks and your plump lips, and mascara on your thick lashes.

"Sir, if it's a bad time-." You began, stammering over your words. "I can go and tell Hange we can try tomorrow." You turned to leave.

"Y/N." you heard from behind you.

You turned to face him, wanting the ground to swallow you up. You felt so uncomfortable with the silence in the room.

"Sorry, I-." You began again.

"What's the occasion?" he asked.

"Oh, um, I have a date with Eren. No big deal."

He raised an eyebrow, a forced smirk on his face. "A date?"

You nodded, confused as to why he was asking.

"Well, you look very nice, Y/N. You took me by surprise."

You cocked your head to the side and crossed your arms. "You were surprised that I could look 'nice'?"

Is this really the hill you want to die on? Why did you even ask him. Even though the fact that he just complimented you sent chills up your spine.

"No matter." He said, brushing off your attitude. "Hange wants this done before end of day, correct?"

You nodded, showing some degree of annoyance on your face. You were annoyed that you even have to be here in the first place. You wanted to meet up with Eren before sunset, so that your picnic would not be cut short. You were looking forward to seeing him after all, and maybe make things official.

"This is excellent timing." he said, sarcasm evident. "I only have a million things to do before I can even dream of sleeping and in walks another ten page proposal I must sift through and approve." He rubbed his temples and looked up at you disapprovingly.

"This can wait." he says as he tosses the stack of papers you brought in to the side. "Hange can wait until tomorrow. You may go." Waving. hand to the door.

You felt a pang of hurt in your chest at how dismissive he was being of you. It was not lost on you that Commander Erwin was a man under immense pressure. Over the last few weeks, as you had grown closer to the man, he had confided in you about the daily burden of commanding an entire regiment, and you had sympathized with him. You hesitated to move, out of pure bewilderment that he would speak to you in such a way.

He looked back up from him papers. "Y/N, please I'm busy and I don't need an audience."

"Excuse me, Commander." You retorted with as much ice as you could infuse into your words. His eyebrows narrowed at your cold response. This was so abnormal for him to see you this way. "I would not want to be a bother, I have somewhere to be as well and this meeting is keeping me from being there." you hissed and you turned to leave. You thought that would be the very end of it until your hand reached the door handle.

"Yes, because your date is so very important." he muttered, maybe not expecting you to hear.

"When was the last time you even went on a date, Commander?" you regretted the poisonous words as soon as they left your lips. As uncommon an occurrence, you could be very cruel. You had been hurt so much in your life, you became so quick to anger. Especially when someone you admire and trust, turns on you.

He just looked at you, considering his next move. He said nothing. You opened the door to leave and you heard him call your name once more. Ignoring him, you hurried out the door, letting it slam behind you.

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Tears ran down your cheeks as the words left Jean's lips.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said with his eyes pointed to the ground. "I told him it was fucked up to stand you up like this. He just said he wanted to make things work with Mikasa. They have history, you know."

Eren had canceled your date, which would not have been as much of a big deal, if you had not gotten your hopes up that this would make him your boyfriend. But you had wanted Eren to make things official. You wanted to put the Commander out of your mind, and you hoped he would do the same about Mikasa, and that he would stop being so girl-crazy. It was somehow not surprising, but you were still so hurt. You had developed some sort of feelings for the boy you occasionally hooked up with, and he did not feel the same. He made you feel so inadequate.

"Do you need anything?" Jean asked you, pulling you in for a hug. "Want me to sit with you?"

You sniffled. "No it's okay. I'm just gonna sit here for a minute and then go to sleep. I have quite a day tomorrow." You had been sitting on the stairs in the main hallway with Jean. At this time of night, barely anyone took these stairs, so you felt comfortable sitting for a while without being seen. You dreaded tomorrow, because tomorrow you would have to face Commander Erwin once again and not only would you have to present the paper that caused all of the problems in the first place, but you would also have to swallow your pride and tell him the truth of what really happened on your "date".

"Okay." Jean said standing up. "Love you, kid. See you later."

"Love you." You waved goodbye.

Once Jean left you tucked your knees into your chest and cried, hard. You never liked crying in front of your friends, but sometimes you couldn't help it. You sat crying for a minute or two when you heard footsteps approaching from behind. Not wanting to seem like you were crying you wiped your eyes and pretended like you were waiting for someone.

"Y/N?"

Fuck.

"Are you okay?" his voice as smooth as silver and warm as pure gold. In this moment, you hated that his voice caused a visceral reaction in you. But why did it have to be him walking down the hallway at this time of night? No one walked down these stairs past 7 pm. It just had to be him.

"I'm fine, thank you. I’m sure you’re too busy to worry about my silly problems." you turned your head and stifled a sniffle, wiping a tear rom your face inconspicuously.

“I dropped the rest off at Levi’s so that I would have time to review your documents. He agreed to take on some of my work if I buy his morning tea for the next two months.” He stopped next to you on the stairs and sat down. "What's the matter?" He nearly cooed and you felt his eyes land on you as he turned his head to face you.

It was time to swallow your pride, sooner than you were prepared to. You turned so that your tearful and sad eyes met his concerned gaze. His expression dropped when he noticed the tears still running down your cheeks and the bits of mascara under your bottom lashes. You mustered enough wherewithal to utter your explanation.

"Eren stood me up to be with Mikasa." you whimpered out. “I thought he liked me but it turns out I was wrong.” Tears started to flow out of your eyes at a faster rate than before and you covered your face with your hands. “I’m not good enough for anyone. Every boy that I’ve liked has treated me poorly, acted like I don’t have human feelings, or used me and threw me away.” You turned to look at him and his eyes were locked to yours. You could tell he was hurt by your pain as well. “Of course he wants Mikasa she’s so beautiful and smart. I don’t know how I ever thought I could compete with her. I’m so stupid.”

It was at this point you realized you were way over sharing but before you could attempt to retract your statements and act like this never happened, Commander Erwin interjected as he stood up and extended a hand down to you.

“Let me make you a cup of tea, it’ll make you feel better.”

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You followed the Commander to his office close behind him, hugging yourself to self-soothe a bit. As you arrived to his office, he held the door open for you and you walked toward the plush couch in the middle of his office. He walked over the the tea kettle and poured some hot water into a teacup.

“Preference for tea, Y/N?” He asked over his shoulder.

You contemplated and offered him a weak smile. “Surprise me.”

“Chamomile to calm your nerves it is.” He said as he brought the tea over and sat the saucer and teacup on the coffee table. You thanked him for his kindness and turned your head to him as he began to speak.

“Now that we’re out of that hallway, I want to tell you what I really think.” You cocked your head to the side slightly. “Y/N you are most certainly not stupid. Not even a little bit. You’re the brightest cadet I’ve come across and you do so much for others. I admire how much you love science and how you light up when you start to explain things to me, even the little tangents you go on.”

This earned a little smile from you as you took the first sip of tea from your cup. The soothing taste and aroma of the tea filled your senses and for the first time in a few hours you felt some peace.

“When we first heard that some cadets from out of the country were on their way, many people did not trust outsiders and I won’t lie and tell you I was not skeptical. I just had never met people like you before.” He paused to chuckle. “I was deeply impressed by you all and I genuinely feel like the luckiest military leader in the world that I have the privilege of working with you three, and I cared deeply for Misha as well.”

You smiled a bit of a pained smile and said, “When Misha died, it hurt a lot of people, not just us. He was the peacekeeper. Alexei and Nikolai are such animals sometimes, Misha was so stoic, and I guess I was always in the middle.” You laughed to yourself remembering Misha’s constant rubbing of his temples and exasperated sighs as chaos was practically all he knew with you three around him. He would not have traded it for the world. “When you visited me in the hospital, I was in a low place, your words really did encourage me. I felt like there was nothing left for me and I might as well be dead too. Thank you. For everything, Commander. You make so many sacrifices for us that we don’t even see.” You began to tear up again. “I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time earlier. I know my stupid date did not matter as much as your work did and I shouldn’t have-.“

You cut your words off when you felt his strong hand reach up gently to wipe away a tear from your cheek with a thumb. He held his hand on your face and you gently rested your cheek into the warmth of his hand. You turned to look at him and said, “I talk way too much, don’t I?” He only smiled back at you and you realized just how close the two of you were sitting on the couch. You were sitting sideways on the couch with your knees tucked up beside you and he was sitting not too far away with a tucked leg on the couch, arm resting on the back of the couch.

“I should not have taken out my frustration on you. My work is manageable, don’t worry about me. But as far as your ‘talking’, I could listen to you ramble on and on for days if I could.” You didn’t break eye contact with him but your heart felt as though it would beat out of your chest at this point. You felt your shoulders and hands feel weak and shaky, and the butterflies in your stomach threatened to carry you away if you did not calm down soon.

“Even so, I’m sure you don’t have the time. I shouldn’t be keeping you from your work, you seemed so busy earlier.” You said as you placed the now finished teacup on the table.

“I always have time for you, Y/N. The best part of my day is seeing you. Such a bright and beautiful sight everyday as you greet me when I walk in. No matter what kind of horrors I’ve had to endure speaking with beaurocrats or heads of state, I always can count on beautiful Y/N being in my office, working so very hard.”

At this point you were frozen. Your mind was racing a mile a minute and you felt like you needed to check if you were dreaming or not. Was he professing his feelings for you? Your eyes threatened to water yet again at the strong emotions you were feeling.

“You are the best part of my day, Commander.” A soft cry escaped from your lips as you wiped a tear from your cheek. You reached out your hands and placed them on his knee. He covered your hands with his. “You are the best part of my day. No matter what anxiety or fear of the unknown that lingers in my mind, it all goes away when I see you. Something about you makes me feel safe. From the moment I met you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind ever since, not that I’ve wanted to.”

“I thought you were beautiful from the first time I saw you. You fascinate me, Y/N. Your accent, your smile, your laugh, and the way you treat others are all things I adore about you.” He continued on and you smiled through tears peaking out of your lashes. You felt so much adoration for him, too. From the very start, you felt something special for him. “I’ll never forget the day I visited the orphanage and saw you carrying the baby and singing to her. You took my breath away. Hearing how the children love you and how good you are with the young ones, I felt a way that I’ve never felt before. You are truly the most exquisite woman that has ever been put on this earth.”

At this point the emotions you were both feeling were almost palpable in the room. Erwin moved his hand from yours back to your cheek. And he leaned in a bit closer.

“Doing what we do, we are never guaranteed tomorrow. With that knowledge in mind, I would never live with myself if I lost the chance to tell you that I love you, Y/N.”

Your lips parted slightly as you hung on those last four words.

“I don’t care who knows or what this means for our work relationship going forward but damn it all, Y/N I am so I love with you. You’re all I think about.”

You could not help but smile ear to ear as your tears continued to flow.

“Commander, I love you.” You said soft as a whisper. “I have been for so long. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You noticed he was already leaned in closer, hanging on every word you said as he reached towards you and pulled you close.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You responded, breathlessly.

Your arms snaked around his neck and his around your waist as you leaned in and gently pressed your lips to his.

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#aot #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #erwin smith x reader smut #fanfic #commander erwin #one piece #snk erwin #snk fanfiction #snk x reader

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diavolo-is-babygirl · 2 months

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Obey Me: Shall We Date Male MCs? My Male MC Lore and Development

Prince Diavolo embarks on an ambitious plan to foster peace and understanding between realms by inviting human exchange students into his world. He believes this exchange program will bridge the gap between humans, angels, and demons, creating harmony across dimensions.

However, unbeknownst to him, these chosen students are destined for a far greater purpose.

As the human exchange students are summoned into the Devildom, they quickly realize that their arrival is no mere coincidence. Each of them possesses latent powers, marked by destiny and Lilith's spirit to save Diavolo and the entire Devildom from an overwhelming evil that threatens to consume everything in its path. The students, unaware of their true potential, are initially caught off guard by the strange and dangerous new world they find themselves in.

Diavolo, believing the exchange program to be a diplomatic effort, is unaware of the true significance of these students. As they navigate the Devildom, the students forge deep bonds with its inhabitants, including the powerful but enigmatic brothers—Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. These relationships become the cornerstone of their journey, providing love, strength and guidance as they face increasing challenges.

Throughout their adventures, the students begin to discover their unique abilities, each power tied to their individual destinies. Guided by the wisdom of Barbatos and the mysterious insights of Solomon, they learn to harness their strengths and work together to confront the looming threat.

As they delve deeper into the secrets of the Devildom, they uncover a prophecy that reveals their true mission: to protect Diavolo and thwart the malevolent force that seeks to overthrow him and plunge the realm into darkness.

With time running out, the students must embrace their roles as the Chosen and stand united against the encroaching evil. Their journey is fraught with peril, testing their courage, loyalty, and the bonds they've formed with their newfound friends.

As the final battle approaches, Diavolo comes to understand the true purpose of the exchange program and the profound impact these humans will have on the fate of his world.

Here are epic tales of destiny, friendship, true love and the discovery of inner strength. They show the exhilarating journey of human students who, against all odds, rise to become the saviors of the Devildom.

Through their trials and triumphs, they prove that even in a world filled with darkness, the light of courage and unity can shine through, protecting the realm and its beloved prince from unimaginable evil.

(In other words, me coming up with two different universes in which Male MCs embark on adventures in the Devildom, all the while fighting evil like Sailor Moon and the Sailor Scouts. They're also magical singing idols because Love Live)

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #diavolo x mc #obey me mcs #obey me male mcs #male mcs

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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Hi, Vesu!! I don’t submit asks a lot because I know what a box full of them is like 😭, but if it is within your range, could you do the M6 with an MC who is prone to fainting? Not out of surprise or fear, but out of weakness and bad health? I’ve been having frequent fainting spells from new meds and it’s a really scary experience… like nausea and sounding like everything is far away. Also, feel free to make this a mini hc if that’s preferable! :0

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 with a fainting MC

~ @taduki hi friend! Sorry this took so long, I didn't want to make you wait any more so I turned this into a mini-hc. I hope this brings a little comfort <3 Here you go! - brainrot ~

Julian: Please, he's a doctor, not only does he know the exact chemical composition of the meds you're on, he's been studying the condition you're taking them for for months now. He's got this - no wait, you're collapsing again - HE DOESN'T GOT THIS! (At least, that's how he tells you it goes. Anybody else on scene watched him take excellent care of you like the competent doctor he is.)

Asra: Reeaallyy wishes you'd let them give you an additional potion that would make blacking out a little less scary and a little more ... ~fantastical~. Regardless, he has an uncanny sense for when you're about to faint and is always quick to pull you into a quiet, shady corner and find a spot where you can sit down while he supports you. They totally never paint whiskers on your face while you're out.

Nadia: Way more accommodating of you than she needs to be. You had to mention it to her when you accepted her commission to investigate the Count's death and she took that as an assignment. Now she always makes sure to stand with you as close to a couch as possible and tries to keep cool, fresh water available in every room. If she's taught all the guards assigned to you first aid - what of it?

Muriel: SO FLUSTERED the first time it happened, because he didn't see it coming and he hadn't even touched you yet but now he's holding you and inwardly panicking because you just fainted for no apparent reason and there's nobody else to take care of you and he doesn't know what to do - now he and Innana just position themselves as living fall cushions like it's second nature (he still worries).

Portia: The ultimate girl scout, she is borderline overprepared. Cold water and mint for nausea? In her bag. Protein rich snacks? In her pocket. Handkerchief for any cold sweats? Right here. She's even starting planning any shared schedules with extra flexibility/buffer times in case you need to take a moment and lie down. Just expect to share at least half of the snacks - that's her homemade trail mix!

Lucio: thought it made you easy pickings at first and falsely assumed it was because he was sooo intimidating in his ghostly goatman form. He was a little disappointed when you told him it was meds, but then he realized that you fainting -> physically catching and supporting you -> getting to act like a dashing romance protagonist -> CUDDLES! (he will panic if you don't wake up in under ten seconds)

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 🎃🎃

► SYNOPSIS:

The residents show off their Jack-o'-lanterns, and the competition is tough.

Meanwhile, someone is missing from the scene.

▍characters: MC, comte, leonardo, mozart, arthur, theo, isaac, vincent, dazai, jean, sebastian, napoleon

▍rating: G

▍tags: Humor; Crack; Mentions of Blood

▍wordcount: 2,238

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▍a/n: Happy Halloween, everyone! I hope you enjoy this. Have a spooky day <3

It's almost Halloween in Saint Germain's mansion, and as per tradition, MC takes it upon herself to properly introduce the residents to the fairly new holiday for their current time period - hoping that it would bring nothing but fun times for anyone. This year she steps up her game by adding an element of competition to the pumpkin carving.

The dining room is transformed to accommodate the display of the spooky creations - chairs put aside and pumpkins lined up to be rated by the trustworthy judges, namely MC and Comte. Why them? Because they've been scouted as the most unbiased ones, in theory, because they're practically biased in everyone's favor. A loving father figure and a loving…babysitter and caretaker of the mansion. It would make do.

"Alright everyone, let's get started! We're going to be harsh. Remember, this is all just a silly little competition, don't take anything personally!" MC announces, eyes moving from one end of the long table to the other, meeting some excited and some conflicted faces.

***

She puts her attention to the first in the line, Arthur, and begins examining his creation alongside Comte.

They're both puzzled by what they see.

Arthur's pumpkin is… well, first of all, it's not horny. MC is not sure how Arthur would've been able to convey his unrestricted slutty nature into the shell of a pumpkin, but she figured he had his ways. The thing in front of them, however, gives off a different kind of emotion…something to do with deep emotional dread. The face of his pumpkin looks as if it's been tortured. More interestingly, there appears to be something written on the sides…? MC and Comte lean in and squint in order to read the tiny text, but Arthur hides it before they can make anything of it.

"It's notes. For my book. I had to write them down before I can forget."

The tone is nothing like his usual one. Looking up from the pumpkin, MC's blood freezes as the sight is more frightening than the pumpkin itself. Arthur looks sleep deprived, his hair a mess, his foot tapping aggressively against the floor at a fast pace. Right, he did mention something about going through writer's block…

"Oh. By Jove, I really need to go."

A word or two about taking care of himself is well in order, yet MC feels a little betrayed by his lack of interest in this mansion bonding experience.

"Jeez Arthur, your book is not going to go away!"

"No, I mean… I really need to go… to the toilet. I think I drank one too many coffees, Luv..."

***

Next up is Theo, who is finally finished laughing behind his, err, friend's back, and as soon as the two judges are in front of him, his expression undergoes a fast metamorphosis from smug to frightened. He has his pumpkin facing him, preparing it for a dramatic spin which would reveal the carved face on the other side.

"I'd be careful on your place. Especially you, Hondje. Try not to wet your pants."

"Just show it already…"

"Ahem." Theo coughs and tries to build up the tension again, "I made the face of one of the most dreadful creatures known to humankind."

You in the morning waiting for pancakes?, MC thinks, deadpan, while Comte is smiling emptily - he's seen everything. He is not easily amused at this point.

Finally, Theo spins the pumping, revealing…

Revealing…

A cat's…face?

"A cat's face?" MC and Comte's voices overlap - it's one part an honest guess, because it's not the most prominent cat's face they've seen - and one part surprise. And then it clicks. Theo is scared by cats, so naturally…

"HOW are you not scared. These creatures are just vile. I barely managed to carve this."

Uh-oh. The situation is laughable, and Theo is angry. He expects his efforts to be appreciated. As if by telepathy, MC and Comte both nod and smile, passing the notepad to each other to put in their impressions, just like how they did for Arthur's creation. Theo looks smug again. They move on.

***

Napoleon's pumpkin is…

"Well, that sure is a pumpkin."

Comte nods, hand on his chin. "It is, yes. It has a strong Halloween motive to it."

Napoleon blinks, his smile growing a tad more awkward, waiting to hear more.

"A classic Jack-o-Lantern. I almost see the stock photo watermarks over it."

"The what?"

"MC is trying to say that,"

"If all the pumpkins here were the characters of a mobile game, this one would be the poster boy!"

Napoleon is even more confused. But if anything, he prides himself in having good intuition. And the thing it is telling him now is…

"Are you saying that my pumpkin is boring?"

***

The stakes are high for Vincent. Not that every artist is necessarily good at all art mediums there are, much less when it comes to the complex art of pumpkin carving, but the excitement is huge nonetheless. Vincent chuckles shyly at their bubbling curiosity, and like Theo, spins his pumpkin to reveal its face.

It's not a face, however. It's a whole landscape - fields upon fields, threes in the distance, scorching sun above with its rays portrayed for effect. The most eye-catching of it all is that Vincent found a way to stay true to his unique style - the elements of the landscape are consisting of many dashed lines carved into the surface, achieving that familiar feeling of movement present in all his canvases. It's a masterpiece on a pumpkin.

After a round of applause beginning with the judges and following through all of the room, Comte and MC are ready to fill in their remarks on the notepad, but…

"That…wasn't very scary now, was it?"

Vincent rubs the back of his neck, understanding his mistake. "I couldn't bring myself to put any scary elements into this. I'm sorry. The competition's spirit filled me with one too many bright emotions!"

They don't deserve Vincent.

***

Leonardo's pumpkin is outright steampunk incarnate. It's a very intriguing thing to look at, with various types of screws forming the smile and two nuts for eyes; most likely scrap parts from his various intentions and the things he is fixing back in his room. It's the embodiment of the phrase "work smarter, not harder" since the judges notice that there is barely any carving done here. They take back a point for that, impressed or not.

***

"I don't understand this."

"I do." Comte says, eyes scanning over the few lines of sheet music carved into the pumpkin instead of a face, by Mozart. His knowledge of playing the violin comes in handy in understanding the creation of the music genius in front of him, and he analyses it to his best extent.

"It's threatening music notation.", he states, visibly feeling threatened by whatever is going on on this staff. MC doesn't get much of it, but she can tell that it is something absurd-looking, just on the verge of not making sense yet passing for actual music, ruining the lives of the ones convicted to play it.

"Thank you."

***

"On first look, it's a normal Jack-o'-lantern," Isaac explains, a slight smile on his face, gloves on, eyes protected behind goggles. Naturally, the other contestants move a few steps away from Isaac out of concern, but their eyes stay close to what is happening in front of him. The attention is a little too much on him, so he wastes no time processing the demonstration. "But when I add the hydrochloric acid…"

Isaac pours a small amount of the contents of a vial to what appears to be a hidden container inside the pumpkin - the result comes quickly as the lid of the pumpkin is put into place and tons of white fog-like smoke pours out of the Jack-o'-lantern's mouth. Isaac's smile grows just a tad wider while everyone is busy looking at his creation and wowing, and the following round of applause is welcomed by him, too. Maybe that competition wasn't much of a bad idea, after all.

***

"I was inspired by Ai-kun's invention."

Comte and MC raise a brow, mirroring each other almost perfectly, albeit Comte still manages to do it in his own refined way. Isaac is voicing out his frustration in advance and everyone is waiting to know.

"Let me demonstrate." Dazai brings his own pumpkin into view, which, by the way, has a very comical expression. Maybe it's that the eyes are too tiny, or the mouth too crocked, but there is something goofy about it for sure. What is more interesting, though, is that Dazai appears to be spinning a handle at the pumpkin's backside.

Soon its "guts" start to spill through the opening of its mouth, seed and pulp and all that, wave after wave. It's spooky for sure. A bit like a parody of Isaac's creation, but spooky nonetheless. A point for that.

"So what's the mechanism behind it?" Comte asks, notepad propped up against his chest reminiscent of a curious student in front of his professor. Dazai is amused to catch his interest like so, and probably everyone else's at that matter and hurries to explain.

"I burrowed the meat grinder from the kitchen and put it inside."

***

By the time they reach Jean, the last contestant, their hopes are high again. After Dazai nothing can manage to be as much of a headache or to potentially require a conversation on how kitchen appliances are not borrowable for Halloween decoration.

"Jean, what is this?"

A haphazardly cut-out triangle for one eye, eyepatch over the other. A vertical cut in the place of a mouth.

"It's me."

***

Alright, that's all! Comte and I will discuss the results in private and decide on a winner… though I can already tell it's gonna be a hard job."

The dining room gets rowdy with conversation.

"It's a shame that Sebas didn't get to compete as well."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same."

"Man, he would've LOVED to see everyone's demonstrations. I can imagine him, diary in hand and everything."

"He has a diary?"

"It's fine Vincent, we don't have to pretend we don't know when he's not around."

"Anyway, why isn't Sebastian here, anyway?"

"Huh? No really, why is he not here?"

"Where is Sebastian?"

"Good day, Messieurs."

The dining room's doors open with a bang, pushed by the force of a familiar figure. It's Sebastian, but his state is unrecognizable. His usually neat and clean butler's uniform is now all dirtied up with… bits of pumpkin pulp? Is this what it is?

"Forgive my rude demand, but," he puts the object he was holding, namely a pumpkin, on the center of the table. "I would like to participate as well. I hope you're accepting late entries."

It's a…

A whole pumpkin, untouched in the means of carving, not even gutted out yet.

But what it does have, is a butcher's knife stuck in it.

And an ominous red stickiness all around.

"Sebastian, calm down." Comte is the bravest to speak first, keeping his composure. "I know good lawyers. You know I'd never let you-"

"Oh but what's the need, Monsieur Le Comte? This is merely some rouge I spilled."

It's Comte who sighs in relief, but it feels like it's also everyone else in the room.

"I spilled it because I was busy making ten pumpkin pies. You generous messieurs have left me with…quite the material to work with. Copious amounts of it."

Eyes are meeting eyes across the room, some glued to the tips of their owner's shoes instead. No one dares to say anything.

"Some were left in separate bowls, which is fine. But some were left in the sink."

Sebastian grabs the handle of the butcher's knife and effortlessly retracts it from the pumpkin. He takes a cleaning cloth from his back pocket and begins to wipe it clean while talking, still keeping his eyes up. Out of respect.

"Some were in questionable kitchen utensils and other places. A large amount - on the floor."

Napoleon is brave, too.

"Sebastian, we are going to help-"

"What? What was that, Monsieur Napoleon? We're going to hold a competition for doing Sebastian's chores for the rest of the day? Oh how I'd love to be a judge in that! Do count me in."

Before Sebastian gets too scary to be around, the residents head towards the kitchen, carefully going out of forehead flicking range. Arthur is there as well, fortunately having finished his business in the toilet for the time being.

"Ah. Another thing. Since you told me to think of a way to add to this year's Halloween spirit, and I had plenty of time in my hands back in the kitchen all day to think, I've come up with an idea. I hope it will be to your liking."

"Do tell, Sebas. Your ideas never disappoint." Leonardo tries to lighten the atmosphere, almost giving Sebastian a pat on the back but deciding to refrain from doing so at the last moment. He is the head of the small group on their way to the kitchen, everyone already knowing their fate. "I thought we could cut off on fake blood expenses for decoration purposes. We will be decorating with your blood, Messieurs. It's not like it would be lethal to you if I were to borrow some. As far as I'm concerned."

a/n:

"Threatening music notation" is a reference to a twitter account with the same name for which I joked about being run by Mozart.

"But what was the first place prize in the competition?" I . dont. know. Maybe you have a suggestion? Either way, I doubt they'd get to that part anytime soon. Maybe Sebas can have it?

I wanted to draw what the pumpkins look like but I doubt i'd ever have the time for that :D If anyone happens to want to do that instead, i'd LOVE to see them!

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