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angrylittlebimbo · 10 months

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Bimbo!Reader x Moon Boys

Warnings: Jake Lockley himself, Reader being a brat, but being hot while doing it, hardcore smut, the smuttiest thing I’ll ever write, spit, cum, a lot of it, spanking with a belt, anal, choking, hair pulling, biting, manipulation if you squint, Marc being possessive, 18+!! Minors dni!!! Reader uses she/her pronouns and has she/her body parts, she also squirts, this is just filthy. Steven is purple, Marc is orange, Jake is blue, but they only have colors when talking in the headspace

While Reader got dressed for a day out with the boys she slipped on a tiny pinks skirt that she definitely would not be able to bend over in and a white shirt that’s very see through, so the lace of her bright pink bra can’t be missed. Marc, the one fronting at the moment walked into the room and glanced at her then full on turned his head”You sure you wanna wear that?”He asked staring at her chest for an oddly long time, Jake and Steven are going absolutely feral in the mind. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes”Obviously that’s why I like…put it on”Marc chuckled”And I’m about to rip it off if you give me attitude like that again, baby”She pouted and turned her head away from him”I like what I’m wearing!”She exclaimed and did a spin, Marc stared at her plump thighs. She looked at him”I like wanna wear it out!”Marc looked at her”You don’t know how badly Steven and Jake wanna front”He said and got closer to her.

Reader looked at him as he got closer”You wanna wear this out, but people will stare at you, and you’re body is only ours to looks at and you don’t want other men staring at what’s ours do you.”He more stated than asked. She mumbled something under her breath and moved past him, he turned and smacked her ass hard”What did I say about the attitude?”She jumped a bit at the slap, and pouted”I like didn’t even say anything!”

“Marc we should just not go anywhere, we have a boner, mate”

“Let me out, I’ll teach her just what it means to get punished for that attitude, and that outfit”

Marc tsked at her”Jake says he wants to deal with the attitude today”He held her chin and kissed her”And he gives the best punishments for brats like you”He said and stared forward for a little bit then Jake was there and he picked her up”Mi Amor, I can’t wait to rip this off of you and teach you manners.”He said and threw her onto the bed immediately crawling on top of her, biting and sucking at her neck hungrily. She had her hands on his shoulders and moaned knowing these marks would last weeks, Jake sat up”Good girls get rewards, bad girls don’t, get to the edge of the bed”He grabbed her arm roughly and forced her to lay with her chest against the mattress and her ass all ready”Oh my my, and you aren’t wearing underwear? What a slut.”He said and smirked pulling off his belt”You know the safe word, cariño”He said and she nodded”You’re gonna count how many I give you, and if you lose count..well we’ll just start over sweetheart”He said and she nodded and he drew his hand back and hit her with the belt”O-One!!”She whimpered out and gripped the sheets, another crack of the belt to her ass.

It took her a minute”We have to start over?”He said and pulled her hair back to make her look at him”N-No!”She said and he let her go”So what number are we on?”He said softly, but menacingly”T-Two!”She said and he chuckled”Good girl…”He pulled his arm back and hit her again causing her to jolt forward a bit”T-Three!”She whimpered out and he chuckled running his thumb through her folds”Look how wet you are…”He leaned down and licked her folds causing her to push her hips back a bit and he stood up straight and smirked”I’m not done beating this plush ass…you’ve got seven more.” After having to restart several times he finally got to 10, she was shaking and her ass is visibly bruised and she had drool dripping from her mouth to her chin and tears running down her face. He rubbed her ass with his hand and got on his knees behind her, licking a long stripe along her folds while rubbing her clit, he loves to eat her out. She tastes amazing to him sweet and tangy, just how he likes.

“C’mon mate you aren’t the only one who wants to see her come undone”Steven said while watching from the mirror

Jake side eyed the mirror and smirked standing up”Get on the bed, on all fours facing the mirror. If you can’t follow those instructions, I’ll get the belt again.”Jake said, watching her listen to his instructions made him harder, if that’s even possible”Stare into the mirror, they’re watching”He said smugly, he didn’t like being rushed. He pushed into her hard causing her to fall forward a little with her ass still up and she let out almost pornographic moans as he moved at an inhumane pace destroying her pussy, this definitely wouldn’t be the last time she catches an attitude. He grabbed her by her throat and pulled her up so her back is against his and he fucked into her roughly and harshly and she couldn’t think at all, she could only think about his dick inside her and the wet sounds the two made when he would draw his hips back up into her roughly.

He laughed at her while looking into the mirror”I’m fucking you so good, aren’t I Lovely”He said and her brain comprehended that as a switch she wasn’t looking for accent or anything and now she thought it was Steven”S-Steven!!” She moaned out and Jake chuckled darkly”Steven?”He said and let her drop to the mattress after her let her go. He roughly turned her around so she’s on her back”Open your fucking mouth slut.”He said and when she opened her mouth he spit in it and smirked”Now swallow like a good little bimbo”He said and she swallowed”Soon I’m going to stick it in your ass”He leaned down and whispered to her”Just gotta get you wet enough.”He thrusted into her”You called me Steven, but he can’t do half the things I do.”He said and looked at the mirror”Isn’t that right Mi Vida?”He said and put her legs on his shoulders and pushed his dick into her ass, she wasn’t about to agree with him because then that puts her in a whole lotta trouble with Steven, her sweet shy little boyfriend who was very messy when it came to sex, covering her whole body in his cum, her face, her breast, her stomach, even her back was a victim of his cum abuse. Jake thrusted into her roughly and she let out an unknown sound it was pleasure filled though”Say yes, you don’t wanna have to face the belt again do you?”He moved his fingers to her mouth opening it so he could spit in her mouth again then he leaned down and kissed her pulling away to look into her eyes”I fuck better than Steven don’t I?”He said in a tone as if challenging Steven.

Jake pulled his hips back and thrusted into her rougher than before”Answer the fucking question”He demanded and grabbed her throat”Y-Yes!!”She moaned out and he continued to thrust”You hear that Steven, I’m a better fuck than you”He said smugly looking into the mirror at him while thrusting into her ass eventually pulling out and going back to her pussy.

“Oh I’m going to give it to her when it’s my turn.”Steven said and crossed his arms looking back at Jake”She’s done for when I get at it”

“Steven you’re too soft for something like that.”Marc said from the headspace, he loved to watch them and care for her at the end by eating her out

“I’ll show you both soft.”Steven said in an annoyed tone

Jake chuckled and kept his hand on her throat”Steven says to tell you, you’re done for when he gets his hands on you”And she still couldn’t think Jake was still moving at an erratic pace and she tried to push away a bit”C-Close!!”She moaned out feeling the familiar tightening in her stomach as Jake continued to drill into her at an alarming pace”F-Fuck!!”She moaned out and Jake groaned, painting her insides white, he pulled out and quickly moved her face shoving his dick into her mouth so she could catch the rest of his cum down her throat. He pulled out and slapped his tip on her cheek”You took me so well”He said and laughed,”But now I gotta leave you to Steven, and I doubt he’ll be as caring as me.”He said sarcastically and kissed her lips softly then let Steven take over”Hiya love! You look beat, but you think Jake fucks you better than me?”He said.

Reader shook her head a bit”Y-You all fuck me equally amazing”She said and pouted looking at him”Right, but you still said it…so now I’ve gotta prove that they know nothing, I’m not soft”He said and moved down between her legs licking a long stripe up her pussy and sticking his fingers into her and using his other hand to rub her clit as she moaned and her legs shook a bit. He continued his movements sucking and licking all over her”You taste so good love…”He said and stopped looking at her from his place between her legs”But I’m gonna make you cry and beg me to stop.”He said and put his dick into her thrusting roughly pulling his hips back then snapping them forward roughly, she was moaning and holding his free hand,

“Push down on her stomach Steven, softly”Marc said knowing it make her feel even better

Jake chuckled”It makes her feel even better, as if she’s in heaven”

He pushed down on her stomach softly with the hand she wasn’t holding and she got louder”S-Steven!!”She moaned out and pushed her hips into him more. Steven continued to thrust into her, she’s still sensitive from Jake’s abuse to her, pounding her pussy. Steven pulled the hand she was holding away and started to rub her clit”W-Wait!! Steven!”She said in a warning tone and he kept going”Hush lovely”He said and kept going”S-Steven!!”She squirted all over him and blushed bright red feeling embarrassed and Steven came right then and there, some of it inside her and he pulled out causing it to get on her chest and stomach then he shoved himself back inside her”S-Sorry! I don’t know what happened! I don’t-“She was panicking because she had never done that before.

“I didn’t think she was a squirter… and that face she made…”Marc said and smirked a bit”Good job Steven.”He gave his alter props

Jake was quiet he wanted to see her do that again, he loved the way her face looked when it happened.

Steven slowed down his thrusts and leaned down kissing her softly”It’s normal”He said and smiled at him”I’m surprised, you’ve never done that before, you’ve got Jake speechless”He said and chuckled”We can stop now”He said and moved his hand to her cheek”Marc is begging to eat you out”He said and rolled his eyes then leaning down and kissing her softly”I’m gonna give him the body now”Marc was fronting now and he looked at her”That was hot…the face you made was absolutely beautiful..”He said and started to kiss down her body and ended up kissing along her thighs while she laid there all fucked out and panting”We’ll definitely have to wash the sheets”He chuckled and kiss her clit softly then bit the inside of her thigh.

Marc started to eat her out like a man starved for days and she was moaning and moving her hips slightly when he would lick and suck on her clit”O-Oh fuckk!”She would moan out and cum again from being so sensitive. He looked up at her and smirked slightly licking up her cum as it started to drip out of her”You taste so good baby. You wanna shower while I wash the sheets?”She nodded a bit and sat up carefully the got off the bed, she almost immediately hit the ground. Her legs were jelly and she blushed a bit”M-Marc I need help!”She whined and he smiled picking her up, they all knew that would happen.

“Holy shit we fucked her so hard her legs are all jelly”Steven smiled in the headspace softly with triumph

Jake laughed when she fell”She fell!”He said happily because of her jelly legs”That’s too funny”

Marc looked down at her”Jake’s laughing at you, baby”She pouted and crossed her arms”Tell him to stop!”She said as he set her on the toilet and turned on the shower”Am I gonna have to shower with you?”He asked with a small smirk and she nodded”Great you’re in for another round”He said and grinned picking her up and getting into the shower. Long story short the cops were calling because of how loud she is and now the boys never let her live it down.

I’m not sure how to do a word count, so just assume it’s a lot. I hope you like this story because I basically just wrote a whole script for porn hopefully they use this💀🫶🏽

#layla el faouly #marc spector #marc spector x reader #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockley #bimbo girl #bimbo!reader #give us moon knight season2 #slightly suggestive #minors don’t touch #please #if you know then you know #if youre reading this i love you #minors please dni #this isn’t slightly suggestive it’s very suggestive

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selfcare-or-procrastination · 2 years

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You’re So Dark | Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

This is a part two to One For the Road which you can read here. It can also be read as a standalone story.

Credit for the inspiration goes to @quotessharry

Summary: After giving Daniel road head, he is keen to pull over so he can return the favour.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, praise kink, english terminology for cars e.g bonnet = hood

Words: 1.4k

Daniel keeps driving, desperately searching for somewhere to pull over. After what feels like an eternity, you approach a wooded area with space for a car to pull in. Honestly, if you both weren’t distracted you would probably be commenting on how it looked a little creepy in the dark but it was private enough that you could do what you wanted.

Daniel parks the car in the clearing and turns off the engine. You both look at each other, slightly unsure what to do next.

“So do you want to climb in the back,” Daniel asks you.

You both turn around to eye up the backseats of his car.

“Daniel, you drive a sporty Mclaren , there is literally no room back there. It’s not exactly a family car is it,” you joke, imagining the two of you trying to do anything in the confined space.

“Okay first of all it’s a Mclaren 675LT and second of all you’re damn right, there’s no room in the back,” he laughs.

You both sit there for a couple more moments, thinking about how you’re going to go about this.

“Okay hear me out but what about on the bonnet,” he questions you, unsure whether you’d be up for it.

“You’re okay with having sex on the bonnet of your precious ‘Mclaren 675LT,” you say to take the piss out of him.

“Baby, I’d have sex with you anywhere,” his voice deepens.

You both jump out the car and move round to the front of it. Daniel leans in to kiss you, immediately grabbing on to the backs of your thighs, signalling for you to jump. You wrap your legs around his waist as he places you down on the bonnet of the car, the cool metal against your skin making you shiver.

Daniel’s tongue slips into your mouth as the kiss increases in intensity. You are more than ready for it to be your turn after pleasuring Daniel on the way here. Your hands slide up and under his t-shirt, your fingers running over his warm skin.

“You’re so dark, I can barely see you,” Daniel says, momentarily breaking the kiss.

“That’s because it’s nighttime. You’ll just have to feel me instead,” you say, hinting at what you want.

“I want to taste you,” Daniel mumbles against your lips, “and I have an idea I think could be hot.”

You roll your eyes slightly. The man was always full of ideas, not often good ones.

“Tell me,” you say, somewhat apprehensively.

“I want you on all fours on the bonnet, I think that would be really fucking sexy,” he states, biting his lip at the thought of it.

At this point you just want him to touch you so you are willing to give it a try. You turn around and move up a bit so you can fit your knees onto the metal, your hands not far from the windscreen. Suddenly, you hear a click that sounds suspiciously like a camera. You turn to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend who has his iPhone camera pointing at you.

“They have a night mode now, I’ll be able to see you even better in a picture,” he says matter of factly, as if you were the crazy one for not taking a photo.

“Baby, I’m glad that you’ve got a photo to look back on and all but your girlfriend is on all fours on the front of your car, wet and waiting for you, do you think you could come on over here and do what you promised.”

Your confidence and abruptness shocks him a little. He’d been so busy taking in the view of you on his car with your ass in the air, enjoying himself that he had gotten distracted. Daniel doesn’t waste any more time, pushing your skirt up to your waist and moving your panties to the side. Just like you said, he can see the wetness on your pussy. His idea was perfect. At this height your entrance was perfectly in line with his mouth when he was stood up. He licks a stripe up your pussy, barely having to move at all. His hand reaches up to rub steady circles on your clit making you moan almost instantly.

“I love it when you use your words, tell me what you want baby,” Daniel says, his voice low and accent thick.

“I want you to make me cum on your face,” your voice shakes as you speak as Daniel continues putting pressure on your clit.

The words make Daniel groan as he pushes his tongue into your slit, licking and sucking as your legs begin to shake. The different angle that you’re at gives him new opportunities to make you feel good. He slides two fingers into you, pumping them in and out. His other hand reaches up to spank you as he kisses the skin that is now red and tingling, biting gently to leave another mark.

“Daniel,” you moan, “I’m gonna cum.”

He moves his mouth back down to your pussy so you can cum on his face just like you asked. Your hips push back against his mouth as your whole body becomes enveloped in a warm, tingly feeling. He licks at your pussy, cleaning you up and simultaneously letting you ride out the high.

Once you can think straight again, you turn yourself around and sit back down on the edge of the car, wrapping your legs around Daniel to pull him close to you.

“Do you want to finish this here, or head back to the hotel,” you ask him, peppering kisses up and down his neck.

“Who says we can’t do both,” he whispers seductively.

You smile at his suggestion, this man had an unparalleled sex drive. If it wasn’t for the fact that pretty much his existence turned you on then you’d struggle to keep up.

“Come on baby, I know you want me hard,” he says into your ear as he takes your earlobe between his teeth.

Your confidence from earlier seems to have faded, the way he talks makes you just want to do anything he says. You nod and whisper out a please, hoping that’s enough for him.

“I need to hear you say it,” he loves it when you play to his ego.

“Please baby I need you, I fucking need you,” you exclaim, almost at a point of frustration despite him having just made you cum a few minutes earlier.

Daniel’s eyes almost roll back in his head at the desperation in your voice.

“I love it when you’re like this,” he growls.

He pulls down the waist band of his shorts and boxers hurriedly, pressing his throbbing cock up against your entrance. He pushes into you, stretching your walls. He goes in slowly, letting you adjust to his size. After a few seconds he bottoms out, groaning at the feeling.

“You take my cock so well baby,” he praises.

He moves his hips back and fourth, pumping in and out of you. Now you’re facing him again he can kiss you which he does eagerly. His hands rest on your ass, squeezing and kneading the skin. The feeling overwhelms you both. Daniel inside you, your hands all over each other, kissing each other like it’s the last chance you will get. It feels like your bodies were made to be together. He feels you starting to tighten around him, your second orgasm coming on faster than the first. Daniel’s hand slides across your lap and he finds your clit immediately, rubbing the sensitive bud with two fingers. You moan loudly, the feeling of him filling you up entirely gets you every time. Daniel’s other hand moves from behind you and he breaks the kiss to place his index finger in your mouth. He can tell you’re close and the sensation of you sucking on his finger and looking up at him through your lashes has him feeling the same way.

“I- I,” you stutter, barely able to form words as you begin to see stars.

“Shhh I know baby, cum for me,” Daniel soothes.

Your eyes close, head falling back as your second orgasm washes over you. Daniel’s head falls onto your shoulder as you tightening around him tips him over the edge. He cums hard inside you, biting down on your shoulder as he rides it out. You both stay there, catching your breath as you come down from your highs.

“Those were some great ideas,” you say finally, your mind still spinning.

“What can I say, I’m an ideas man.”

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readingsbylibramc · 1 year

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birth chart reading for @lulup43

hello! welcome to your reading. I’m gonna give you a quick overview of what I’m going to analyze about your natal chart. feel free to ask me anything if something isn’t clear, of course. you’ll find out your dominants’ influence on your persona, your physical appearance, impression on others and the way you approach the world; your ego, identity, the real you; your reactions, your desires, inner emotions; your way of expressing your feelings, your mind and ideas; your desires and approach to love; your energy tank, instincts and temperament; in-depth analysis of each house with their rulers and analysis of heavy aspects; love life + soulmates/karmic partners interpretation; your relationship with your friends; your family life; your approach to career and work in general + possible jobs suggestion; your style, fashion sense analysis; life purpose and past life description; basic transits’ analysis to describe your current mood and, last but not least, your secret skills, how to make the most out of your soul and manifest what you desire based on your birth chart.

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a locomotive shape. this means that you're a very ambitious person, with a lot of energy. the moon has a big influence on you, and your life revolves around understanding your feelings and emotional growth. the empty part of your life is what you have to develop, hence your family, love life, your health and also your communication and thinking style.

your dominant planets are mars, uranus and venus. you are probably quite creative, or at least you have a passion for creative outlets; you may like music, reading, cooking, etc. you may be a trendsetter among your peers, or you may even become pretty well-known in your field. you are very sensitive and empathic, it comes natural for you to understand and absorb others' feelings. you are also quite ambitious; you aspire for great things in life, and you may have good leadership skills.

your dominant sign is aries. you may have a reputation for being impulsive and straight-forward. you don't like beating around the bush, especially when people purposely get on your nerves. on the other hand, you're very loyal and generous when it comes to your loved ones. you're very opinionated, and you always wanna make sure that your voice is heard. you're proud of yourself.

your dominant element is water. you're very intuitive and empathetic, you care a lot about others, and you may seem like a healer to people you know. in fact, you always try to help them if you can, almost in a therapeutic way. you're also very spiritual, and you're attracted to anything related to discovering your higher self and soul purpose.

🌎 ascendant in aquarius, 5° / 1st decan ruled by uranus

you have a very unusual, yet striking charisma to you. people notice you because you look different, interesting. you probably have an alternative style, or at least you don't like following trends. you prefer making your own. you are very independent and open-minded, you hardly ever judge someone from their appearance, for example. you are fond of friendship, it's most likely more important than love for you, but at the same time you're more of a loner. you'd rather spend the day in watching your favourite show on the couch than going out and partying. your self-esteem most probably fluctuates a lot: some days you're very confident, especially in your skills / abilities, and maybe as well in your appearance. other days, though, you start feeling pretty insecure. you're very unpredictable, not only from this point of view, but in your life in general. you're probably extremely indecisive and you may change your mind often. yet, once you make your decision, no one can convince you into changing your mind, you're extremely stubborn in this case. in addition, because of this behaviour of yours, you could possibly even come off as a know-it-all from time to time. deep down, you're really not. you strive for freedom, you don't want to force others into thinking the same way as you do when it comes to shallow opinions. your life philosophy is most likely 'live and let live', everyone is free to do what they want for you. on the other hand, you're most likely an amazing friend, as you know what it means to support and help an individual or a group. you're an ideal leader, basically. your first impression of you may be that you look slightly unapproachable and cold, but it's not entirely true. in fact, you hide a lot of emotions that you'd rather not show to the world. physically, you may have amazing, thick hair, like your sister sign leo after all. you may as well be naturally skinny or petite, and you could also have long limbs.

aquarius ascendant conjunct aquarius neptune: you appear as a very genuine and honest person. you have a reassuring aura about you, which could attract people to you. in fact, you seem and sound like a healer, hence broken people may find comfort in you. you’re an hopeless romantic, and this may make you look sort of naive, almost childlike. you feel the need to revolution the world, there’s an hidden rebel in you that needs change and justice. yet, you struggle to take action. it’s like your assertiveness is stuck deep inside of you, and you can’t take it out. hence, you cope with this through escapism; you may oversleep, overwork, drink, daydream, do drugs… anything that allows your mind to travel away from your sense of justice. you always want to be seen likeable, hence you may act differently based on the situation you’re in. you’re kind of a chameleon. identity issues are also common with this placement, as you may feel the need to be part of a group, yet you can’t. you’re too complex to be part of only one category, you can’t classify yourself. you may often be, or at least look, sleepy. your eyes have a very dreamy look on them, and they’re probably very big and round. possibly, they’re also hooded. your skin may be naturally pale, or at least there’s something light on your face, even like some tiny sparkles in your eyes.

🌞 sun in pisces, 20° / 3rd decan ruled by neptune and pluto

this is the most intuitive pisces decan. you understand people’s thoughts just by looking at them, it’s like you’re staring at their souls. in fact, you’re extremely empathetic, you probably find yourself being a psychologist for your friends. or maybe, you’re actually a psychologist. you’re amazingly creative and imaginative, you have the ability to picture your ideas. this is an amazing talent, in fact most artists have pisces placements. the downside to pisces is that I’ve noticed that, since they know they’re vulnerable, they have the tendency to lie. they don’t do it out of cruelty of course, it’s a sort way to protect their ego. you could want to be seen as bolder than you are, hence you could struggle with identity crisis, especially during your teenage years. you have your own morals and beliefs, but you could feel influenced by others to change yours. luckily, this is something that gets better with time, as you start being more aware of your persona and you start loving yourself. you're most probably a very complex individual. after all, pisces is the most 'confusing' of all the signs. you're a sort of chameleon; you act differently based on where you are and who you're with. you could be a savage with someone, an introvert with someone else. you may even feel as if there's something wrong with your mind, as you just wish you could be like others. you should focus more on pisces' positive traits, though; you're extremely compassionate and considerate. you're emotionally intelligent, and this mutability of yours could make you succeed at many different jobs in your life, as it's very easy for you to adapt to and master new things, especially with your mutable dominance. if you work hard, you can surely succeed in anything you want.

pisces sun conjunct pisces mercury: you express your ego and identity through your words and ideas. you’re very opinionated and you protect strongly your beliefs. after all, you probably came up with your ideals after thinking deeply about them, you were too precise to be wrong. you’re also probably an avid reader, and you could do well in writing yourself, as you’re able to properly convey your ideals with your words. your mind is very active, and you feel comfortable letting all your thoughts out. it’s actually a way to relieve stress. you also have a wide vocabulary, and you’re capable of making a formal speech if you have to. you have a memorable way of speaking, as your words are very sharp. it’s hard for you to be ignored for your intellect. the downside to this placement is that you may be a bit too stubborn, you struggle to accept advice as you prefer doing your thing instead.

pisces sun conjunct pisces venus: you enjoy peace and harmony. you want your surroundings to look all neat and clean, and same goes for the people you surround yourself with. you wish people saw you as easy to approach, even though you may struggle with your image. you try to be as formal and kind as possible with people you don’t know well, unless they start getting on your nerves by disagreeing with your opinions or being too bossy. you’re very feminine, not only in your looks and manners but also in the way you dress. you’re quite romantic too, and dream of having a perfect marriage. the downside to this aspect is that because you take so much care of yourself, people may mistake your self-love for vanity, especially with your scorpio placements. also, your self-esteem may depend too much on others’ opinion of you; you may start thinking you’re ugly and unworthy of love just because someone told you you’re not their type, to sum up.

pisces sun opposite virgo mars: you’re extremely passionate about the things you love, you strive to be perfect at them, and your perfectionist virgo mars confirms this. this could make you quite competitive, as your virgo mars wants to succeed and be always right. I feel like you don’t really enjoy being in the spotlight; you’d rather avoid conflicts, or at least not be the center of them. yet, sometimes it’s hard for you not be aggressive. I don’t think it happens often, but you can be very blunt and rude if someone truly gets on your nerves. this, paired up with your uranus dominance, makes you sort of dramatic. as long as you don’t react like this too often, I don’t think it’s a big issue though.

🌙 moon in aries, 23° / 3rd decan ruled by mars and jupiter

you aim for greatness. this is where your strong desire to be the #1 comes from, pretty much. you're very proud of yourself, and you don't like to acknowledge your mistakes. you always want to look like you have your life together, even in certain moments when you feel lost. I would say that this is a sort of self-sabotaging mechanism, as you can literally go as far as forcing a smile if it shows the world that you can stand by yourself. overall, I would say you deal with your emotions in a very 'child-like' way; after all, mars is pretty self-centered. you tend to preserve yourself more, unless someone really special to you is involved. in fact, aries moon makes you really protective of your loved and trusted ones, even though they're not many because of your high standards. you're also very honest, you speak from your heart. while it's a positive trait, you may be too blunt and ruin your relationships because of that. you're both smart and fast, hence you may get annoyed when people mishear or misunderstand your words

🗣️ mercury in pisces, 20° / 3rd decan ruled by neptune and pluto

you probably lose yourself in your own thoughts very often, starting daydreaming instead of doing what you have to do. you’re very creative and artistic, and you’re also able to fully convey your emotions in your words, even though it may be perceived as confusing sometimes. that’s because not everyone is as empathetic as you are. on the other hand, you may have the tendency to lie, or just being confusing in any way. you may not always express what you want crystal clear, as you want to able to modify the story just in case you encounter some hardships. also, you never truly express your feelings, probably out of fear. probably, the way you elaborate your thoughts is also influenced by your family and the impact they had on you. you’re always vague, and you keep your private matters for yourself. pisces is a mutable sign, so you may also find yourself changing ideas often, your mind wanders from one thought to another. you are very intuitive, and you may even have some sort of psychic talent. you could do well at reading tarots, birth charts etc. your voice is probably naturally loud, it's hard not to listen to you.

pisces mercury conjunct pisces venus: this placement confirms your struggles to open yourself to the world. you’re insecure that your thoughts and ideas may be judged negatively by others, hence you just bottle them up with your feelings. this aspect is mostly positive, though! you’re probably a good singer, or at least you have a very calm tone of voice that is pleasant to hear. you’re able to see both sides of an argument, hence you may be good at helping people making up. you could actually be suited for psychology! you may also earn money through your voice and thoughts, so you could be a writer, a journalist, an actress, a singer etc. this placement assures that you may be sociable, or at least that you have great social skills.

pisces mercury opposite virgo mars: this placement makes you slightly more aggressive with your words. as a result, it makes you look more assertive and almost bossy. you could often attack people with words when you get angry, and you can get quite provocative too, even though it may happen in a more passive way. even though you’re quite controversial for the way you speak, you’re still very sensitive to others’ words. your self-esteem tends to find its base mostly on others’ opinion about you, and you always look for reassurance from your loved ones. to deal with this hard aspect, you need to think before you speak. if you have troubles understanding others’ feelings, just think about how you’d love to be treated. patience will just come naturally to you.

❤️ venus in pisces, 15° / 2nd decan ruled by neptune and the moon

you’re hopelessly romantic, to the point that you almost look naive. you’re not simply looking for a partner or spouse, you’re looking for a soulmate; someone you can literally communicate with just using your eyes, someone that knows how to make you feel even messier on the inside. you like to nurture and feel nurtured in a relationship. your ideal lover would be sensitive and empathetic, yet still with a sort of rebel vibe to them. this placement is indeed very lovely, but it has its downsides too, of course. the problem is, neptune makes you idealize your crushes/partners way too much, to the point that you create an image of someone in your head that turns out to be the opposite at the end. you ignore your partner’s flaws, as they seem perfect to you. neptune also attracts 'broken’ persons, so you may be prone to find yourself people with any kind of illness or addiction. you also have the tendency to fall for people who may hurt you because they’re unavailable, either physically or emotionally. you could possibly also crush on celebrities, movie characters etc. that’s because you’re more the type to fall in love with love, rather than with the actual person.

pisces venus square sagittarius pluto: you find yourself having crushes on random people often, love at first sight is common for you. but when you seriously fall for someone, they’re your only thought. you start searching for info about them online, and you wanna become part of their life too. you love intensely, but not everyone may enjoy that. there are people that could feel overwhelmed by your love, others that would vibe with you and offer you the same kind of affection. ironically, you tend to attract detached, manipulative people that most of the times don’t want anything serious. you’re prone to get jealous and possessive very easily, and this makes you suffer, as you may think there’s something wrong with you. maybe, it may even remind you of something that happened during your childhood, perhaps your parents were also very protective of you. love for you is a constant grow; your relationships will be hard, but there’ll always be something to learn to improve yourself and your confidence. little side-note, you may often date karmic partners, aka partners from your past lives, so you may often experience this 'I’ve already seen you before’-vibe in your new encounters and relationships, and you’ll always learn something from all your relationships.

☄️ mars in virgo, 29° / 3rd decan ruled by mercury and venus

your life revolves around being productive. you don't like to waste your time, you always try to learn and gain something useful from everything you do. that's caused by the fact that you're motivated to be perfect in what you like; this, combined with your competitive nature, may often cause you to burn out. in fact, the downside to this placement is that you may overwork yourself too much. this is bad, as if you work too much you don't have time to travel with your mind, you can't relax and have fun. in fact, it may be hard for you to endure too much hard work. you're capable of achieving your goals, but in order to do that you also need a break from time to time.

virgo mars opposite aries saturn: this placement indicates that something or someone is trying to restrict you, they're trying to prevent you from following your dreams and taking your own choices for your life. that someone is most likely an individual that has a lot on impact on you, it's someone very authoritative. or perhaps, it may even be a bully or abuser of any sort or just your insecurity to hold you back. as a result, you either rebel and get extremely angry, or you hide all of your disappointment inside of you. but soon or after, all of your intense feelings are going to eat you alive if you keep going like this, it's a very unhealthy behaviour. you could find it extra hard to achieve your goals, as when you try you always come across some hardships. what matters the most, is that you try to be more positive, you could even try manifesting more patience or serenity. you can't hold onto anger so much, or it will just fill you with negativity that could damage you. let it all go, focus on your goals and try to understand how to be more patient. in fact, you may often feel like you need to do everything as soon as possible, when it's not like that. you can allow yourself to be more calm and live life as it comes, it will make you feel much better with yourself and you'll also get more mature, which is crucial to learn your saturnian lessons and increase your self-confidence.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in aquarius. most of your planets are here: jupiter, uranus, venus, mercury and the sun are sitting here in a stellium. you’re very electric and noticeable, you probably appear as someone quite edgy too. it’s hard for you to blend into society, and hence you may end up not having many close friends, especially during your early years. in fact, you may find yourself befriending people with your same interests, it’s very important for you. you may have frequent mood swings, and you could get nervous quite easily. you probably despise authority, in fact you’re quite reckless yourself, but in life you need to understand that it is often necessary for the world. you have big goals for your future, you may even want to be famous. they’re basically the centre of your life, it revolves around your goals and achievements. you’re naturally charismatic, you may have lots of friends or at least it’s easy for you to get known in your community. you may also be very attached to your friends, you could have a very long-lasting, almost family-like bond with them. even though you enjoy the idea of love and relationships, your independence is what matters the most for you. you possess strong leadership, which makes you aspire for the best positions in work, school, marriage etc. you don't want to lower your standards. some people may even define you as selfless, as you literally put yourself in danger or in awkward situations just to say what you truly think, even if nobody asked. it's part of your nature, you don't want to go unnoticed. you hate routine; you always try to spice up your daily life a bit by meeting new people and trying new experiences in general. you enjoy having fun, partying, travelling... you thrive in social situations. you may have troubles making right decisions, as you're quite indecisive. but, once you do choose, no one is gonna stop you from achieving your goals and showing the world who you are. in fact, you gain confidence from your assertiveness, making you pretty proud of your persona as well. you have a knack for philosophy, and your favourite is most probably ‘you only live once’. you tame dying before making the amount of experiences you want to have in your life, hence you could even be impulsive sometimes. you’re the type to always be up to crack a joke or anything that can make you and others smile, yet when someone gets against you, it’s over for them. you have quite of a sharp tongue, you’re pretty blunt and straight-forward. in fact, you may often get in trouble due to your impulsiveness, which may be misunderstood. people understand your potential, and you may often receive compliments for your skills. basically, your personality is charismatic.

your 2nd house is in pisces. saturn and the moon are also sitting in this house. your relationship with money may not be totally stable; you may get distracted easily, and you could lose your money around. you could be quite messy, overall, or in general, this is usually a placement that indicates sudden money loss. this placement also confirms that your self-esteem isn’t stable either; you could be quite insecure, and you may idealize a lot the way you look. for example, you could think that you have an ugly nose when it’s actually the opposite. same goes for your belongings; you may think that you have saved loads of money, you spend them, and then you realize you didn’t really have much. you could increase your self-esteem through spiritual outlets. for example, getting to know more about your soul purpose, or even about your birth chart, can literally boost your sense of worth. perhaps, even through charity work, or even by helping the world in general. you could also make money from yoga, meditation and spirituality in general. you try to avoid conflicts when you can. this placement makes you crave stability, whether it's financial, in love etc. this placement, paired with your imaginative aquarius energy, makes you settle on making your ideas concrete, and it's very beneficial. it makes you capable of achieving any goals in your life. you're also very artsy, and you may fancy particular art styles. you have a good eye for aesthetics, and you care a lot about the looks of your house, body, clothes etc. you have excellent concentration, and that is another thing that helps you achieve your goals and make your ideas concrete. last but not least, you're amazingly patient, and that makes you a great friend. probably, they vent a lot of their worries to you, as you're also a great listener.

your 3rd house is in taurus. this placement makes you extremely good at making your ideas concrete. for example, if you have in your head the melody of a song, you don’t just hum to it, nor you daydream about how it may turn out. you actually write it down and play it, and it’s good for you to have such a placement with your heavy pisces energy. you can also gain money from these hobbies. you care a lot about grammar, you don't want to make any mistakes. looking ridiculous is your biggest fear, hence you end up overworking to prove yourself that you're capable to do anything you want. you have a slow way of thinking and speaking. your voice may sound really calm and pleasant to hear, yet still strict and ambitious. you’re probably a good singer, or at least have the potential to become one. you tend to overthink a lot, but you eventually get to a conclusion and stick to it. no one is gonna change your mind. you enjoy learning and working in creative ways; you might enjoy using powerpoints, flashcards or maybe study with your friends, or listening to music. you also probably have a nice, aesthetic handwriting and you like organizing your agenda. your voice is probably very soft and youthful.

your 4th house is in taurus. your childhood probably wasn’t turbulent, unless for those topics I talked about in the upper sections. it was mostly quite peaceful, and you probably were able to express your creativity. maybe, your parents were a bit strict or over-protective, possibly materialistic too. however, I don't see any kind of trauma arising from your childhood and from your family environment. you might also come from a wealthy family, or at least you're going to live comfortably with your future family. maybe you're going to have a nice house, or you and your future partner are going to earn lots of money.

your 5th house is in gemini. you feel able to express yourself and your creativity through communication and media. probably, when you were a child you used to love puzzles. your have tons of hobbies, and they are all quite different from each other. they have the goal to stimulate your mind in some way, so for example if you read a book, it has to be about something interesting for you, that allows you to open your mind and also that teaches you something. mars is also located in this house: to recharge yourself, relax and fun are essential for your wellness. if you don’t dedicate some time in your daily routine to nurturing your hobbies, or even just watching a tv show or hanging out with your friends, you don’t function correctly. because of that, I’d suggest you to pursue a career that involves your passions. so for example, if you like taking pictures you could become a photographer.

your 6th house is in cancer. you may find yourself often having diseases around the stomach, breast area. your periods may be quite painful, too. this placement also indicates that there might be someone in your family that works in the health field, hence there could be a surgeon, a nurse, a therapist, a nutriotionist, a vet, etc. you may choose a career that allows you to work from home as well, or perhaps you may work with children, families or houses in general.

your 7th house is in leo. in love, you crave attention and being spoiled with care. in a partner, you’re extremely picky; you care about everything, from personality to looks. yet, this is another placement that indicates that you’re particularly loyal and protective. you want to be the centre of your partner’s attention, they must only dedicate their heart to you. ironically, you tend to attract quite selfish, self-centered people who want to be in the spotlight just like you. on the other hand, if you’re patient enough to satisfy their needs, they’ll be extremely supportive, loyal and affectionate with you. with the ruler of the 7th house, the sun, being in the sign of pisces, I have a feeling that your future spouse is probably a soulmate of yours. that means that you’ve already met each other in another life. you may meet them in an unusual situation; it could be in a club, in a place with money hence a bank for example, or even at a funeral. perhaps, everything may begin as a one night stand. also, you could both find each other during a hard period in your life.

your 8th house is in virgo. mars is also placed in this house. you use a practical approach when it comes to intimacy, you may struggle to let go around others. you’re extremely secretive, you hardly ever talk about yourself, and you may even despise being too exposed. you’d rather stay by yourself, in fact you have a very mysterious vibe to your aura. also, with virgo in the 8th house, you may feel so tied to a schedule, to a plan, that you lack flexibility. you're too logical, even though deep down you have this intuition that you can't fully express. on the other hand, while this makes it hard for you to get closer to your spiritual, higher self, you're extra good at handling situations here on the earth. for example, you may handle money very well if you're well-organized. transformation in your life happens when you're able to stimulate your logical mind to earn awareness of your problems. to make it simple, you may often not realize your mistakes yourself, others have to let you notice, but thanks to your heavy mercurian energy in your chart you're able to solve your problems by your own. you’re an extremely goal-oriented person. you want to be the best at everything you do, not only to be better than others but also the best for yourself. you’re very astute, it’s impossible to trick you, and you always find a way to be in charge and get what you want. yet, you can get quite obsessed about your goals, that you could do extreme things to get what you want. in fact, people with this placement can even manipulate others, as they’re totally capable of doing that. people are naturally attracted to you, you have a way with words, and hence you’re always able to convince others into giving you what you want. but luckily, this doesn’t turn into manipulation, you probably don’t even realize this skill of yours, and hence you don’t use it to damage others. you are very persuasive, but you don't do it on purpose, you could actually be a little naive. when you get angry, you could actually get scary, though. your emotions are very intense, it’s hard to calm you down. you may be very sarcastic and aggressive with your words. you could hurt people, but you don’t do it on purpose. most of the time, you don’t even mean the things you say. you may also vent your anger with physical action, hence you could slam doors, punch or break things etc.

your 9th house in scorpio. you literally give all of yourself in school, even though you might have had some trouble. maybe there were a few bullies/mean girls that caused you troubles, or perhaps your parents influenced your studies too much and you ended up choosing something that you didn't like. yet, pluto here indicates that school helps you transforming and growing up. you probably learnt or will learn a big lesson in school that will help you appreciate yourself more for who you are. overall, you went through major transformations during your school life, which helped you to find who you are today. maybe, you’ve changed class/school often, as you frequently changed your mind about the subjects you wanted to study. you’re an open-minded person who’s probably into history, literature/poetry, philosophy etc. you may also have a knack for studying different languages and travelling a lot, as they help you increase your creativity and hence your inner child.

your 10th house is in scorpio. pluto is also placed in this house. you may have a reputation for looking mysterious, as you’re probably not very sociable. you’re extremely motivated to achieve your goals, even though you may feel lost and confused due to your retrograde pluto. you’ll pursue a career that involves looking for the truth, hence you may be a detective, a scientist, a poet etc. overall, once you find your true vocation, you’ll have no problems working, even though it may take you a while to find the right job for you due to your midheaven being in scorpio. you may work abroad, as I’ve already mentioned before. you could as well have to deal with foreigners often, or perhaps you could become a professor. you may also pursue a career that involves travels, and in general you could have to travel a lot for work.

your 11th house is in sagittarius. your friends may be very open-minded, and you might have met them in school. they could also come from a different cultural background, or maybe they’re directly from abroad. at first, you struggled to make friends, as you were very secretive. with time, you’re learning to trust people and to transform and grow up through them. overall, you find yourself at ease when you’re with them, you’re particularly fond of your friendships as they play a big role in your growth and fortune.

your 12th house is in capricorn, with also neptune placed there. I feel like you’re an extremely spiritual person! especially with neptune being in its natural place. you may be able to have prophetic dreams, talk to spirits, read tarots or birth charts… anything that has to do with your higher self and world. yet, due to saturn, I assume it could be hard for you to fully embrace these skills of yours. in fact, you may be a bit too pragmatic to embrace your spirituality. I think you’re already working this out since you’ve booked an astrology reading to discover more about yourself, but remember that you should definitely try to get more in touch with your soul! even doing simple stretching, meditation or yoga can help give you some space to think about your identity, your wants and your needs. the 12th house is also the house of fears, and since its cusp falls in capricorn, you may be afriad of authority, like the police for example, or anything that appears to be much bigger and more supported than you. it may also manifest in fear of not being organized, and also fear of money / success loss.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love, you attract leo, gemini, aquarius, libra, pisces and taurus. your future spouse will most likely have libra and / or aquarius traits or placements in their chart. they’ll be very similiar to you: lowkey passive, but extremely emotionally intelligent with strong devotion for their family. possibly, you may end up being the more dominant figure in the relationship / house. your children will most likely have gemini, virgo, aries or scorpio placements in their chart; they’ll be particularly witty and intelligent, but also very sporty and physically active.

👶🏻 family life

your mother was a caring person, even though she could’ve been a bit too protective and/or materialistic. she was also quite impulsive, and she probably hurt people easily even if she didn't mean to, as she was very straightforward. she’s probably a taurus or a libra, possibly even a scorpio, sagittarius or capricorn, or she has at least some placements in those signs. your father is a bit more chill than your mother, but he may get jealous easily. or maybe, it was your mother who did your father’s 'role’. hence, she was the dominant figure in your family. he’s probably a scorpio or any other water sign. if you have siblings, they’re probably aries or scorpio. you might fight a lot for control, especially during childhood. you’re also quite possessive of your things, but overall you also have a deep bond. even though you may argue quite a bit, you still have affection for each other.

📊 career

I imagine that you would do best at a career that involves healing, teaching… I can see you doing well in the medical field, for example. especially as a nurse, where you mostly interact with patients. you may also work for associations like the onu, where you’re surrounded by people from all over the world. hence, you get in touch with different cultures that can help you opening your mind. you want a wealthy job, where you can be your own leader and use your imagination. I can also picture you doing some sort of online job, you could become an influencer for example or you may be known online for your talents. as I’ve already said before, you have probably a creative talent to you that could make you quite successful. overall, you want a job where you don’t really have to depend on others. actually, you probably strive to be your own boss. you also do have some fame indicators in your chart; you could gain international notoriety for your job, or perhaps you may even become a celebrity. you have a very dreamy aura around you that would make you an amazing model or actress. you may also become popular for your leadership and for your position in your business.

👚 fashion sense, style analysis

you love wearing comfy, even over-sized fits, but that still look stylish and modern. for example, you may be fond of wide leg trousers, oversized t-shirts or sweatshirts... for the colors, you may fancy pastel colors, especially different shades of blue, or even just natural colors, such as white, beige, kaki etc. you may also like wearing baby/pastel colors, and you may experiment a lot with accessories. you may wear lots of bracelets.

👁️ past life, life purpose

during your past life, you probably didn’t have as many challenges as in this life. you most likely used to be very independent and stable; perhaps, you were rich, hence you didn’t really need to rely on others to survive. in this lifetime, you need to put your independency aside, you need to trust people and develop strong bonds with them. your path to luck and abundance may be long and steep, but you may achieve great personal success in this lifetime thanks to your relationships with others. you just need to work on your self-esteem and have stable finances without being too materialistic, you shouldn’t over-indulge. money is important, but you probably won't struggle with that in this lifetime, so focus on feeling comfortable with others. you may be meant to marry someone rich, or perhaps you're going to get an inheritance.

🤔 major transits analysis / february 20

the pisces new moon occurring today is extremely beneficial for you, especially thanks to your pisces stellium. during this period, you're going to be more sensitive and in touch with your desires, meaning that there are higher chances or getting your manifestations faster. it's a great time to set new goals, especially concerning your physical appearance. you may start a diet, a new workout routine, you may change something to your hair, face, etc. it's also a great time to increase your spirituality, therefore consider praying, manifesting or whatever spiritual outlet you believe in.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

with your water placements, you probably have a 6th sense. you’re able to manifest what you want if you subconsciously predict it, even though it may be hard. you’d have to get in touch with your higher self to do so, and hence I would suggest you to light up some candles and meditate for a bit before manifesting, in this way it will be way more effective. you may manifest something while daydreaming, for example. or perhaps, you can also try listening to your own affirmations while you sleep, as you won’t be consciously aware of that. it’s probably the most effective way.

this is the end! thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you :)

- libramc xx

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nickgerlich · 19 days

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From Manila, With Love

If you have been in a fast food joint in the last couple of years, you have probably noticed the shift away from human cashiers and ordering, replaced by touchscreen kiosks. They are easy to use, and assuming you don’t use your fingertips to touch those nasty germ-filled screens, make for a quick and seamless transaction. (Pro tip: Use your Proximal interphalangeal joint—that’s your big knuckle—on your index finger. You’re welcome.)

I’m pretty sure we all understand the reasons why restaurateurs have gone down this road. It saves labor, helps solve the problem of finding labor in the first place, and alleviates concerns of whether your employees will bother to show up.

But what about the people who still crave a little human interaction, or have trouble using the technology? Is there a middle ground?

Turns out there is, but not exactly how you thought it might work. Last weekend this newsy item went viral on X and then spread across the social and news graphs. SanSan, a small fast food chicken chain in New York City, has installed not just touchscreens, but also monitors that effectively allow for Zoom cashiers to pop in, ready to assist as needed and provide a thin layer of customer service. It’s just that the virtual cashiers are in the Philippines.

It’s a brilliant idea, to be honest. The minimum wage in the Philippines is $3.75 an hour, compared to New York City’s $16, and once you factor in all other labor expenses here in the States, like Workmen’s Comp, that Zoom cashier costs only about 10% as much as they would in NYC. Ding ding ding.

Naturally, there will be critics, in part because it is still less than personal compared to how we did things in the old days (meaning pre-COVID), and because they are outsourcing labor. The latter is a bone of contention that won’t go away, as long as there are global economies with workers willing and able to perform for much less than their US counterparts.

Lest you think that SanSan has completely stripped the process of American culture, customers are presented with the opportunity to tip the cashier on their screen, something that probably would not happen if you were in the Philippines. Tipping culture is alive and well, even onscreen.

This is not the first time that video cashiers have been used, and the Philippines is not the only labor source. Basically, wherever you have reliable internet and willing workers, this is a very real option. The digital era reveals itself in yet another way.

There is an upside, of course, and that is the face on the screen is connected to SanSan’s ordering system, and can help customers if they make mistakes or have special requests. Not everyone feels comfortable using the technology (I’m looking at old people, myself excluded).

Digital Natives (meaning Gen-Zers) will have no problem placing an order, because it is little different from everything else they have done online and with touchscreens. But for those whom find this all a little bit rattling, having someone to hold your hand and settle your anxieties is a good thing.

What’s next, though? If SanSan or any of the others need or want to trim even more labor costs, the next logical step is a digital assistant like Alexa or Siri. This will require a hefty commitment to AI, but at the same time may still fall short of the human touch who would easily know how to add extra soy sauce or not use fish sauce, for example.

I suspect, though, that this is where we are headed. We can also find some comfort in knowing that the digital naysayers are, sadly and yet quite literally, a dying breed. But know ye this truth as well: You too will get old one day—if you live long enough—and you may very well find yourself as the future grumpy old person who can’t or won’t adapt to whatever is the new thing then.

If I were in NYC, I’d stop by SanSan in a heartbeat, and even go out of the way to do so. I want to see this in the wild, not just in a news report. And if it’s not busy, I’d strike up a conversation with that cashier halfway around the world. There have to be some stories waiting to be told.

Dr “Hold The Mayo, Please” Gerlich

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#marketing #SanSan #fastfood #Zoom cashier

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tarnishedxknight · 1 year

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Side Muse: Ashelia (Ashe) B’Nargin Dalmasca

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Full Name: Ashelia B’Nargin Dalmasca

Nickname: Ashe

Alias: “Amalia”

Live Action FC: Aurora Aksnes {x, x, x}

Race: Hume (human)

Age: 17 (FFXII prologue); 19-20 (FFXII main game); 20+ (Revenant Wings); 30 (Fortress)

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Biromantic/bisexual

Occupation: Princess; resistance fighter; queen (verse dependent)

Family: Father (King Raminas B’Nargin Dalmasca, deceased); mother (deceased); eight older brothers (deceased)

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: War; sexism; patriarchal social structures; violence; imprisonment; murder

Negative Personality Traits: She’s headstrong, stubborn, quick-tempered, outspoken, and at times naïve and childish.

Positive Personality Traits: She’s resilient, brave, hopeful, optimistic, and some would argue that being headstrong, stubborn, and outspoken are also good qualities too, heh.

Background: I am much too lazy to write everything out for her, but here’s an excerpt from the Dark Ivalice AU I’m writing up, which again is my fleshed out and more edgy version of the FFXII story for Basch, Noah, and Ashelia. I keep all events in the FFXII main game canon, but I have significantly added to her childhood background, altered some aspects of her life/personality, and I incorporate the Fortress story as well. Below is what I’ve written so far regarding her childhood, which contains a lot of what’s different about my version of her as compared to canon:

When Basch was twenty-four, the queen, Ashelia’s mother, died after a long illness. It was also around this time that King Raminas received word that the last of his eight sons had fallen fighting the war on foreign soil. Understandably, the king was devastated, and little Ashelia, who was seven at the time, was lost without her mother and a grieving father. The war was escalating, he was grieving, and he unfortunately had not the time to spend with his daughter. Additionally, Raminas became somewhat paranoid about Ashelia’s safety at this time, for she was his last heir. When asked if there were any responsible and capable men they would trust to look after his daughter and make sure she came to no harm, both the Captain of the Royal Guard and the Knight Captain said… Basch.

This began Basch’s somewhat awkward task of being Ashelia’s bodyguard and mentor. There were no set hours, but rather, if she was to be alone with naught but servants and Basch had no pressing duties that needed to be immediately done, he would spend time with her for the purpose of protecting and guiding her. He was content to stand outside the door to her quarters, but Ashelia wasn’t. She wanted to know more about this man her father said was going to protect her. It took some doing, for Basch was young yet and very much adherent to the etiquette and propriety of their stations, but she finally got him to come inside and read things with her, play games, have lunch, etc. The more time they spent together, the more they learned about each other, particularly Ashe from Basch. She learned about Landis and that Basch wasn’t Dalmascan by blood. She learned that he had no family anymore, for Basch had long since heard what became of those who stayed longer in Landis than he did, and believed both Noah and their mother to be dead. Even so, he didn’t speak of his family to her. That was his personal and private pain. He did teach her about Landis, though, and by the time she was twelve, he was teaching her the sword as well.

Raminas strictly forbade little Ashelia to learn weapons, citing that in Dalmascan culture, only the men were soldiers. How would it look for a royal princess, then, to take up arms? This was an entirely foreign notion to Basch, for in Landis, both men and women fought equally. Even in Archadia, which he despised, there were female soldiers. There was even a female Judge Magister, he had heard. Trying to reason with Raminas on this point earned him only strict verbal discipline, and so Basch dropped it for a time. However, he thought the princess ought to learn how to use at least some kind of weapon, if only for her own protection. And the more he listened to Raminas talk about how Ashe needed to remain a proper princess and a symbol for Dalmasca, the more Basch realized the old king was just terrified of her going off to fight like her brothers… and not returning. Nevertheless, he was king, and Basch felt he should not defy him. It was not until Ashelia spoke to Basch herself about learning a weapon that he began to consider it.

Ashe resented not being permitted the choice of going to war like her brothers. She did not see being spared, protected, and sheltered at home as beneficial or right. In fact, as she confided in Basch by the time she was twelve, being denied the freedom to learn to fight simply because she had been born female had left her at a distinct and major disadvantage. Perhaps she might not die on the front lines abroad as her brothers had, but should war reach the safe haven of Rabanastre, she would not be able to defend herself at all. Basch actually agreed with her on this, and so one of the scant few deliberate deceptions he ever perpetrated in his entire life was to teach a very young Ashelia the sword behind her father's back. For five years, Basch met with her in secret, usually at night, and taught her what he could. It was not easy, as she could only learn so much under those limited and clandestine circumstances, but by the time she was seventeen and Dalmasca had been plunged into the chaos of invasion and occupation, that basic knowledge of a blade had kept her alive.

In secret, Basch obtained a thin sword about three-quarters length of a standard sword of that style, of the sort used to train young children. Even that was heavy for Ashe, but he told her to do some exercises with it to build up her arm strength. Once she could hold it without getting tired too fast, Basch started to teach her some basics. He was sure to impress upon her that their training sessions needed to remain secret. He knew that if he was caught doing this, he would likely be dismissed outright from any and all military positions, but he felt it was very important that Ashe learn. Ashe was grateful to Basch for teaching her, looking up to him as perhaps an uncle or big brother by this point. She was often chided by members of her father’s court for referring to Basch as “my best friend,” citing that he was just a knight, and one of foreign and nearly common birth, no less. Ashe didn’t care about that, and when the aging Knight Captain retired and chose Basch as his successor with Raminas’ blessing, she loved to shove his achievement in the faces of the court. Their sword lessons continued until she was seventeen, at which time Basch was accused of assassinating Raminas. She was a fast learner, but her progression was slow, as there was very limited time that they had to practice in secret. She did progress, though, and Basch was proud of her. Had Ashe never been taught basic to moderate proficiency with a sword before that time, the Archadian soldiers she encountered in the Garamsythe waterway shortly after her father was assassinated would likely have killed her. But I’m getting ahead of myself…

As Ashelia grew, she became more tomboyish, more rebellious, and more resistant to the idea of being a traditional, demure princess. Her brothers had been treated differently than she had, and although she was still young with the last of the eight of them died as a result of the war, she had still been old enough to understand that she was being held under a glass dome of sorts, more of a display piece than a future leader. And with regard to her even being a leader at all, her heart was broken when she learned that she would never be Queen of Dalmasca. Dalmasca only had kings, for one thing, and for another, as a young princess of a patriarchal nation caught between two empires at war, she was needed and expected to marry a prince, king, or high member of state for the purpose of ensuring a political alliance that would aid Dalmasca.

What’s more, that union was already decided for her, she learned. She would marry a boy around her age that she had met several times and befriended, Prince Rasler Heios Nabradia, the son of Nabradia’s king. In doing so, she would become his Queen Consort, not Queen of Dalmasca. Dalmasca would become a protectorate of Nabradia. The reason for this was purely sexist. If Ashelia had been born male, she could have been king someday, but as a female, her value was as currency to buy an alliance. Ashe didn’t want to be a payment or a trophy, she wanted to be a queen. She felt it was her birthright and she knew she could be a good queen. The older she grew, the more she rebelled against the idea of simply being another’s consort instead of the leader she knew she could be someday. She held nothing against Rasler, whom she liked and even loved but was not in love with. He was kind to her, and a good man himself, but she was far too independent and headstrong to be his consort. Neverthelss, out of respect for her father and because she had been raised to believe that this was her duty, Ashelia went along with the marriage.

There was another reason why her arranged married bothered Ashelia so much. As her seventeenth birthday approached, she had realized after much soul-searching that she was actually bisexual. While it was the fate of most princesses to have their marriages arranged for them, and for love to not be considered in the matter, Ashe’s arranged marriage was particularly painful for her because she felt she was being locked into the role of a heterosexual woman without anyone even so much as asking her opinion. Being bisexual was socially and politically unacceptable for both Dalmascan and Nabradian royalty, as both countries were patriarchal and quite antiquated in their social views on sexuality and gender roles, and Ashe was afraid to say anything lest she be disowned by her father.

Although Ashelia loved Rasler as a childhood friend, she had never trusted him enough to share with him her true sexuality. She did, however, tell Basch, if for no other reason than to have someone she could confide in. Basch was supportive, reassuring her that marriage did not change who she was at her core, and that he understood that she felt stifled and invisible. He encouraged her to try and find her own happiness and agency within her situation, even if it might not be her first choice of what she wanted, politically, socially, or sexually. She was never going to stop being headstrong and outspoken, he said with affection, and so she may as well try to find ways of making herself heard and seen in positive ways that could help sustain her heart and mind as she performed these duties for her country. Ashe took his advice to heart, but unfortunately never got to employ any of it, for the marriage did not go as planned.

Ashelia and Rasler’s wedding was wholly political despite them being good friends, organized to form an alliance between the kingdoms of Dalmasca and Nabradia because they were both small and vulnerable. Sandwiched geographically speaking between the Rozarrian and Archadian empires, the tiny countries stood little chance alone. One could argue they stood little chance anyway, but they tried to make the best stand they could nonetheless. The wedding was symbolic of the alliance but also a symbol of hope for the masses. As Ashelia battled her own internal demons on the subject, she put on a brave smile for the sake of her people and took comfort in her shared dream with Rasler that both their lands would survive this war. Their marriage didn’t remain hopeful for long.

The rest everyone knows if you’ve played the game, and if you haven’t, feel free to ask about anything you don’t understand. The only other important thing for Ashelia that I will add is that I do ship her with Basch, but in kindof a sad “two ships passing in the night” sense. Basch didn’t develop feelings for Ashelia in a romantic sense until she was seventeen and about to be married. He realized he felt this way because of how sad the prospect of her marriage to someone else made him. He hid this from her, however, because he understood his feelings for her to be wrong. He was too old for her, too far beneath her station, and he was certain she did not feel the same. Also with his self-imposed punishment of remaining alone because of abandoning his mother and brother at sixteen, Basch did not want to pursue any romantic relationships.

Ashelia, having grown up with Basch as a child, viewed him as a mentor, an older brother, or an uncle figure. Having thought extensively about her marriage to Rasler before it happened, she realized Rasler wasn’t who she wanted, but at the time, she didn’t know who or what she wanted. She didn’t realize she loved Basch in a romantic sense until the end of the main game, when he goes to Archadia to impersonate Gabranth. It had taken her all the events of the game to realize that his kindness, honor, bravery, selflessness, stability, and wisdom were exactly what she wanted in a partner. But by that time, he was beyond her reach geographically, and she was beyond his politically. The mounting reasons why they could never be together caused them both to never admit their feelings... until Fortress’ plot, which I honestly haven’t decided how I’m going to handle that yet in my canon, so I’ll just leave this where it is, heh.

In the years following the events of the main game, Ashelia makes a lot of changes in Dalmasca, particularly to her military. She opens doors for women to have guard and soldier positions, as well as other supportive field positions that previously were not allowed. She changed Dalmascan law to allow for the eldest child to be heir to the throne, not just the eldest son. She also organized expeditions beyond the concentrated cities of Dalmasca to the mountains and oceans that surround her desert, considering future expansions of Dalmasca proper into unclaimed territories.

Muse Playlist:

“Cry No More” by Vaults (lyrics) - This makes me think of Ashe transitioning from princess to resistance fighter. She doesn’t want to be a victim and just roll over, she wants to take action, and she’s just hoping she can live up to the challenge.

“No Light, No Light” by Florence + The Machine (lyrics) - This makes me think of Ashe’s pivotal decision to use nethicite to destroy Archadia or not, as presented to her by “Rasler’s ghost,” a.k.a. an Occuria that was trying to manipulate her into choosing violence in order to control the trajectory of humanity in Ivalice. It’s her struggling with Rasler’s loss while also feeling so pressured to make the right decision and feeling like something’s off about this “ghost.”

“Queendom” by Aurora (lyrics) - This is Ashe at the end of the FFXII main game, having regained a throne she thought she’d lost. She’s leading Dalmasca forward, not backward, and that means making some positive changes for herself as well as her people.

#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #side muse: ashelia

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Just curious... do you not like Street x Chris?

Okay hiii lovely anon, I’m going to go on a quick rant about how I have a love/hate relationship with Chris x Street

Now disclaimer: people who love that ship are great, but the people who get mad at me for writing any other ship that involves street or Chris are not so great. Also no hate to either actor, I love them both and they’re great at their job, that’s never been the issue

(more explanation under the cut)

Anyways I will say that Chris was my favorite character in season one, she was amazing to me, she’s a strong female lead who’s queer and a poc, she’s freaking great. But as the seasons went on I lost a lot of my love for her character.

I’d say seaosn 1 and 2 are her best seasons and she was great. But seaosn 3 her really sat wrong with me. Especially the whole thing where Street had to fake quit and help his brother (Nate) to get out of a tough spot. I understand that Chris was going through a breakup but for someone who claims to be Streets bestfriend, she gave up on calling and texting him pretty damn quickly. (That hurts a bit as we know Tan never did but Chris did, like really girl)

Also when Street did come back and Chris read everything he had been through in the past weeks, she acted like it didn’t matter. (This is before Nate died) Chris says a line along the phrase of “I don’t know if we can” when Street said all he wanted was to go back to how they were now that he’s back from being undercover. That really put into preservative for me that she genuinely doesn’t understand the things Street went through.

Then as soon as Nate dies, she acts like that conversation never happened and tells Street that she knew how much Nate meant to him and how she’s sorry for his loss, it just feels so forced and fake. It never say right with me. Also their dynamic never went back to how it was before, Chris was way more distant and cold when around Street.

Let’s move onto season 4, my least favorite season in general but also the season I lost a ton of respect for Chris’s character. This isn’t about Erika at all, this is all about the TLI competition so don’t worry abt that.

Okay so with the TLI competition, yes Chris had talked about how she wanted to win but she never said that Tan nor Street should not try out. She was extremely upset about them even putting their names which feels like such a petty thing, it’s for any officer, there’s no reason she can’t compete against her teammates

Then Street offers to drop his name in the completion and Chris gets even more upset that he’d even suggest it even though she had just gone off on him and Tan about how they shouldn’t have signed up. On top of it all, she’s super super cold to them the whole time and actually tells Street that “we’re not friends right now” when he brings up how distant she’s been since the beginning of the competition. It’s just a bitch move.

If you can’t be nice to someone while competing, especially someone that’s supposedly your soulmate and your best friend, you shouldn’t compete. It feels super immature to me.

Then the half ass smile she gives when Street wins gunner men, it’s fucked up. You’re his best friend, be happy, be proud that he won against someone who has won for three years straight, give more than that little tight lipped smile that fooled nobody. It feels like a different character to how she was in season 1 and it kills me.

Now onto season 5, it’s my favorite season and would be absolutely perfect if we didn’t have that fucking stris storyline that the writers drug out for so long.

Skipping to when they do get together, it feels so forced and rushed now. They had really good chemistry in season 1 and 2, then that stupid back and forth for seasons that really ruined their chemistry for me.

They fought multiple times in season 5 and it just made me get over their whole relationship. Chris can’t communicate what she wants and Street keeps trying to fix things he shouldn’t. It sucks on both ends, it’s toxic on both ends, it’s drug out to a non fixable point.

The fact that Chris says the same damn speech Street gave in seaosn 4 and that’s what gets them together, it annoys me, they could’ve been together way earlier in the show. And yeah whatever work but neither of them even tried to talk to Hondo or Hicks

A thing that really irked me was Chris’s insentient way of saying how she’s risking more than Street, I get it she’s a woman and it’s hard, but her only storyline has been about her being a woman in swat. It worked in season 1 and 2, it got annoying after that. Now that’s the writer’s problem but again Chris totally pushed aside that Street could also lose his job if they got together. She just always seemed more concerned about herself than about the both of them, like it wasn’t a she wanted relationship just a problem in the way.

Street also offered up changing his department in Swat, which he was willing to do for Chris but she shut it down. Now I understand why she did but I think they could’ve talked a lot more when that conversation happened, maybe actually go talk to Hondo about if they could be together somehow while both working. (It’s tv I bet they could’ve)

Let’s finish up with my final thoughts on the couple, I like them in early seasons, the writers ruined them, they should’ve been together way earlier, they need to work on communication, it’s unrealistic for them to stay together in season 6 because Streets a main character and there’s no way an off screen romance will hold up, the writers definitely just gave us Stris to please fans, they’re toxic in the end.

But, I don’t hate the couple and if someone asked me to, I’d write them just preferably as a poly couple with reader or another character. If someone really wanted something that was purely stris, it’d have to be set somewhere in season 1 or 2 as they get too toxic for me in the later seasons.

If anyone has any thoughts or opinions please share them, I’d love to discuss their relationship and could definitely talk for longer 💕

#sammy asks #js #ca #hope this clears things up #as you can tell it’s not my favorite ship #stris

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You Better, You Better, You Bet - Chapter 3

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Summary: Juliet Fletcher reaches a breaking point in her life. When she is at her absolute lowest, she meets Ron Speirs, and something happens between them that neither of them will ever forget.

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Chapter 3 let’s go!

Three chilly October days after Ron’s abrupt departure from London - which Juliet was still seething about - she arrived home from the store to a different person she expected to never hear from again. Lottie stood at the front door, muttering to herself about whether or not to knock. Juliet was especially surprised because it was raining, which would have normally kept the editor indoors if she could help it. Juliet watched a moment, not wanting to give away her presence immediately. It satisfied her to watch Lottie fret like this. After a few moments, Juliet caved and cleared her throat.

Lottie gasped as she whipped around, clutching at her chest. “Heaven's sake, Juliet! How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long,” Juliet said, intentionally vague. “Can I help you, Lottie?”

“Well…” Lottie hesitated, shifting her weight and toying with the fingertips of her gloves. “Shall we go in? I really need to speak to you.”

Juliet decided not to comment on Lottie’s self-invite into the house. She figured with no other job openings popping up, this could be her opportunity to try and gain back some favor at the London Pursuit. She couldn’t imagine that Lottie was here for a personal reason. That was not the sort of manager she was.

Once inside, Lottie followed Juliet to the kitchen - again, kindly not saying anything about the state of the house. Juliet set her grocery bags on the table before taking her coat off. Lottie shrugged hers off as well, removed her hat and gloves, and took a seat.

“Cuppa?” Juliet offered.

“Sure,” Lottie replied.

Juliet put the kettle on. Then she started unloading the bags.

“So, what did you want to speak to me about?” she asked, trying to sound as casual as she could.

“It’s the Albourne story,” Lottie said, voice tight, almost like she was spitting the words out. “All the other reporters are too busy to cover it. And if I have to go through the process of hiring someone new, we won’t get it in time.”

“I’ve already told you, I think it’s -”

“You needn’t remind me of your insolent remarks,” she snapped.

Juliet sighed, picked up a can of beans and placed it slowly in the cupboard, forming as polite a response as she could muster. But Lottie beat her to the next word.

“If you agree to cover this story, I’ll let you cover the war down there,” she said.

Juliet almost slammed the cupboard door shut in surprise. “What?”

“You can cover the war news from there,” Lottie repeated.

“Do you know something the rest of us don’t?” Juliet returned. “Because if you know the Germans are in Aldbourne and you haven’t said anything until now, you might be in trouble, Lottie.”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean, Juliet. The Americans are there, you could write about them.”

Juliet bit back the snappy retort she had about that, and dialed it down. “Fascinating as the Yanks are, I reckon they’re not doing much actual fighting in Aldbourne. Unless you mean brawling in pubs.”

The English had almost adjusted to the American presence by now. However, Juliet had slipped out of more than one pub after a fight broke out between some bright-eyed, blue-blooded American who spoke too boldly about their importance in the war effort and an Englishman who naturally took offense to the effort of “our own lads” being minimized. It escalated. Drinks were thrown, followed shortly by fists. Others jumped in to either assist or attempt to separate the combatting parties, only to get swept up in the action either way. It was entertaining, sure, but Juliet thought it made rather a mockery of the term “Allies.”

“They’re doing something there,” Lottie insisted. “And I give you full permission to try and find out what. As long as you cover the story about the girl as well.”

“Observing Americans isn’t really covering the war, and you know it, Lottie,” Juliet said.

“I’m not sending a woman to the front line, there would be a mob at the office door,” Lottie said. “I personally don’t care if you want to go and get yourself shot, but your blood cannot be on my hands.”

Juliet had to concede that point. Other papers had already suffered the ramifications of sending women reporters even within the vicinity of the front. There were boycotts led by counter-feminist groups and concerned mothers about the message it sent about women’s roles. It was one thing for women to work while men fought the war, but to put them in the line of fire? That was just indecent.

“Well, good to know my life isn’t as much of your concern as public opinion,” Juliet joked.

Lottie frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Relax, Lottie, I’m taking the piss,” Juliet returned with a wave of her hand.

She paused, mulling over the offer Lottie was bringing. She wasn’t in much of a position to refuse work, but the idea of covering that gruesome story was almost too much to bear. Even if she was a bit interested in what the Americans were doing. Then, something else crossed her mind.

“Why do you want this covered so badly?” she asked.

Lottie’s face flushed and her mouth drew tight, which Juliet understood to mean the reason would not be to her liking. She braced herself.

“A family friend is with the Wiltshire police,” Lottie admitted. “He thinks it would look good for the department to solve a case like this and put the murderer away. And to have the press cover it, especially a London paper with circulation throughout the country.”

Juliet couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. “You’re killing me, Lottie.”

“This is the deal I’m offering,” Lottie sighed. “I know you’re opposed to it, but this is the compromise I’m willing to make.”

Juliet considered her options. She did need the money. But the subject matter and the reasoning were so against her ideals and ethics as a journalist. How could she live with herself if she broke them for money? But there was her mother to consider as well. Which brought up another objection.

“Even if I wanted to,” she said. “I can’t. It leaves no one here to look after Mum.”

“I thought you had a brother,” Lottie returned.

“He lives on Guernsey,” Juliet reminded her, minding her tone so she wouldn’t sound too bitter. “Otherwise, I’m certain he’d be here.”

Lottie shifted uncomfortably. “I apologize. I forgot.”

“S’fine,” Juliet replied.

“Can’t you hire someone to look after your mother?” Lottie asked.

Juliet only raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her - as if to say, “you’ve seen the house, you think we can afford help?” Lottie understood the implication.

“What if…” Lottie trailed off, considering. “What if I hired someone to look after her?”

Juliet blinked. “That’s...generous of you, Lottie, but I’d never be able to pay you back or -”

“Don’t worry about that,” Lottie said. “I want this story and - believe it or not - I want it done well. I know you’ll handle it as tastefully as possible and you could really show that -”

She was cut off by the kettle screeching its completion to boil, so Juliet went to take it off the burner and fetch some tea cups. She poured the tea and served it, and Lottie thanked her quietly, almost abashed by her admission to decency. But there was something more.

“Really show what?” Juliet pressed.

Lottie heaved a defeated sigh. Like admitting this was something that exasperated her. “That women can handle tough topics. It’s not covering the war, but it’s a step in that direction.”

Juliet couldn’t help but agree. If women could handle murder and the investigation surrounding it, surely women could be seen as sensible enough to tackle tragedy on a larger scale. They weren’t going to faint at the sight of blood or burst into tears over sentimentality. She couldn’t help herself. Juliet wanted to be part of that narrative.

“Lottie, I’m surprised at you,” she teased. “I didn’t take you for such a feminist.”

Lottie’s jaw dropped and she gaped at Juliet, totally affronted at the suggestion. “I am no such thing!”

Juliet shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah, I probably wouldn’t be either if I had your tits.”

Lottie could only sputter in response and Juliet snickered before sipping her tea.

“Juliet!” Lottie scolded.

“I’ll do it,” Juliet said suddenly.

Lottie closed her mouth, stunned. “You’ll - you’ll do the story?”

“Yes,” Juliet assured her, smiling. “You’ve given me a real reason to. And if there’s someone here to look after Mum and I can get a bit of war news as well, then what choice do I have but to say yes? You drive a hard bargain, Lottie.”

Lottie’s relief was palpable. “Thank you, Juliet. Really.”

“When do I go?” Juliet asked.

“There’s a train to Aldbourne tomorrow morning at nine,” Lottie said.

“I’ll be on it.”

***

Aldbourne was probably a village that once called itself sleepy. But now it was overrun by Americans - mostly paratroopers - which created an upheaval the likes of which many residents had never seen before. There was life in the town. The Women’s Land Army, or “land girls” as they were called, were taking full advantage of the flirting opportunities that arose with these American men, who lacked British decorum and were therefore prime targets for a fling. As Juliet walked from the station to her lodgings, with all the people mulling through the heart of the village, she found it almost hard to believe she was there to report on a murder.

Lodgings were difficult to come by with the Americans billeted in just about any space they could fit. Even horses were having to share their stables. But Lottie pulled some strings and got Juliet a room above the Blue Boar, a pub. She wasn’t sure how much sleep she’d really be able to get with the noise of a pub below her, but she didn’t dare complain. Not when she was one step closer to getting what she wanted.

The owner was a portly, older gentleman by the name of Jacob Powell. His kind, round face welcomed Juliet warmly, and she was grateful for the reception. She didn’t want to infringe too much on his hospitality, so she refused a cup of tea for the moment, insisting she needed to get unpacked and to the police station as soon as possible.

“Oh, yeah, that's a gruesome business about the little girl,” Jacob said. “Are you really going to write a story about it?”

“I’m no Agatha Christie or anything, but I’m going to do my best,” she returned, keeping her tone light. She wasn’t in the habit of discussing a story with just anyone.

He shook his head. “It’s just a right shame.”

“Concisely put, Mr. Powell,” she replied. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Right, sorry,” he said bashfully, and he reminded her that the offer for tea still stood if she changed her mind before closing the door behind him.

First, Juliet set down her suitcase with her clothes. Second, she heaved her typewriter onto the desk in the corner of the room. It was beside the one window that looked out onto the street. Juliet approved of the set up since she liked natural light while she wrote. She got her things exactly where she wanted them, but hadn’t bothered to remove her hat and coat since she was going right back out. Securing her notebook, pen, and room key, she left.

The police station was one of the dullest she’d ever seen. Given the nature of the town, it didn’t surprise her. Lottie’s contact was Otis Allen, a lieutenant in the Wiltshire Police, who was still in Aldbourne to lead the investigation. He was a tall, thin man, with kind blue eyes and straw-like blonde hair. Rather unimposing for being in law enforcement. But Juliet observed right away the misshapen mound where his right ear should have been. He mentioned it before she had the opportunity to ask.

“Sorry about the grisly ear,” he said. “My gift from the Germans last time they had a go at us.”

“A bit rude,” she teased. “Flowers would have suited just fine, I think.”

He chuckled at that as he gestured for her to take a seat across from him at his desk. With that, she noticed a gnarled hand - the few fingers he had left were permanently curled under themselves. He disguised it fairly well with a glove, but she saw anyway.

“Those Jerries really overdid it on the gifts,” she remarked. “I bet it wasn’t even your birthday.”

He fully laughed at that and she noticed his expression softened. When they’d met, he’d been a bit rigid, but his muscles relaxed now, put at ease by her gentle humor.

“Thanks for that,” he said.

She cocked her head to the side. “For what?”

“For the jokes,” he answered. “Ever since that war, all I get are pitying looks or fear. Thanks for treating it like it’s...normal.”

“I’ll leave pity to the nurses,” she said with a smile. “Now, what have you got so far on the case?”

He went over the basics with her. In September, a six-year-old girl, Peggy Lee, was drowned in the tub, allegedly by her host, Meredith Fisher. Peggy had been with the Fisher’s since January with no reported issues. When Peggy did not arrive for school the next day, her teacher phoned the Fisher’s home with no answer. They chalked it up to Peggy being ill or some other explainable matter, and moved on. When she was absent the following day as well, they called again, and Meredith told them that yes, Peggy was ill, and could not come to school for a few days. Ashley Fisher, Meredith’s husband, was in London on business at the time, and when he returned at the end of the week, found Peggy’s body and called the police. Meredith claimed initially there was an accident, but evidence from Peggy’s autopsy proved foul play was involved. Juliet took fervent notes as Otis explained it all, trying not to get disgusted by the whole thing.

“Where is Mrs. Fisher being held now?” Juliet asked. “Surely not here in Aldbourne.”

“‘Course not, she’s in Trowbridge,” Otis assured her. “Mr. Fisher is here though, if you’d like to speak to him.”

She blinked. “Is he an expert on the case or something?”

“Well, no -”

“Then what insight could he possibly give me?”

“He’s a witness,” he reminded her.

“Investigators and lawyers question witnesses,” she said. “I need facts from experts to put the story into context. His testimony would only sway readers' emotions, and that’s not what I’m after.”

He smiled. “Well. You’re not like any reporter I’ve ever met.”

“I should hope not,” she returned. “I’m not covering this for the sensation. Why do you think I haven’t asked you where the Lee family is?”

His eyebrows went up a ways on his forehead. “You’re not going to interview them at all?”

She shook her head. “Nope. An interview with them is even less useful than an interview with Mr. Fisher. They weren’t even witnesses.”

His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. “Right. Emotional appeal instead of factual.”

“Exactly,” she said. “And besides, I’m sure the last thing they need right now is some reporter sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“I like you, Miss Fletcher,” he said simply. “You’ve got...surprising respect for this. And a good head on your shoulders.”

Juliet forced a smile to swallow her question if he’d be surprised by her if she were a man. She didn’t know where her control came from during interviews, but she was grateful for it.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” she said. “Lottie told me the goal was to get this story widely circulated, and I truly believe that’s possible with the facts alone. I don’t believe in patronizing the audience to get their attention.”

“You’ve got more faith in people than I do,” he scoffed. “But I like your style. I look forward to working with you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” she returned. She did like Otis, even if he had briefly underestimated her. “Tomorrow I’ll be able to meet with the doctor who conducted the autopsy, yes?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “The prosecution is having a psychiatrist evaluate Mrs. Fisher this week, so I’ll keep you updated on that as well.”

“I’d love an interview with the prosecutor too, if that’s possible,” she said.

“I’ll speak to him about it,” he told her. “Have a good evening, Miss Fletcher.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.”

They shook hands before she parted. She made her way back to the Blue Boar, dodging GIs all along the way. They were winding down for the day, it seemed, going for runs, dates, or drinks, depending on their mood. She got a whistle or two, which she ignored, mentally going over her notes. She was also relieved she wasn’t going to have to fight Otis on how to do the story. She really was getting free reign on how to put this all together, and she was excited by the opportunities that meant for her.

Her excitement was sucked away when she reached the Blue Boar and found her things had been hurled onto the street. Her mouth fell open. She had only just arrived, what on earth could she have done?

She marched toward the door, straightening up to her full height, prepared to demand an answer from Jacob. But she didn’t have to go far, he met her at the doorway, blocking her entrance with a glower on his face that could have melted snow.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” she demanded.

“I don’t want any of your sort staying in my establishment!” he shot back. “Did you think you could fool me?! I read the papers!”

“What the bloody hell are you talking about?” she returned. “What papers?!”

He pulled a rolled up newspaper out of his back pocket and threw it at her. She caught it and opened it with a snap. She recognized it as a society gossip periodical that she usually tried to avoid. On the side of the page, she read the headline “ARTHUR BURNS’ EX-FIANCE TURNS LADY OF THE EVENING?” with a photo of her leaving the hotel she’d met Ron in, looking furious as she absolutely was that day. Her heart dropped as she read the copy beneath.

Desperate times must truly call for desperate measures, it began. Juliet Fletcher, 31, who just earlier this year was scorned by Arthur Burns when he terminated their engagement, was spotted leaving a hotel after a rendezvous with a mysterious American. The receptionist, who wished to remain anonymous, said Fletcher returned the following day, found the Yank gone, and stormed out, seething.

‘It was clearly a dispute over money,’ the receptionist said. ‘They left the hotel together early in the morning, and she came back in the evening after he’d checked out. She was so sneaky about what she needed, I knew it couldn’t be anything respectable. And then to be as furious as she was about his leaving, it was obviously about an unpaid sum.’

Could it be that Miss Fletcher has fallen into disgrace after Mr. Burns left her? Could it be that she needed additional income after becoming accustomed to the Burns lifestyle? What else could possibly drive her to stoop to such lows?

The Burns family refused to comment for this story, and Miss Fletcher herself appears to be out of town at the moment. And who can blame her?

“Oh, this is ridiculous!” she cried. “It isn’t true!”

“Pictures don’t lie, missy,” Jacob practically spat. “Now clear off from my property or I’ll have the police on you!”

A small crowd had gathered to watch the confrontation unfold. Doubtless, the raised voices had drawn attention to them, but Juliet could not bring herself to care. The injustice of it made her blood boil. She squared her shoulders and planted her feet.

“It’s not true, you idiot!” she shouted. “This paper is known for misrepresenting the people they write about!”

“I said - CLEAR OFF, YOU!” he roared.

She scowled at him as fiercely as she could manage, but he slammed the door in her face. Head held high, she went and snatched her things off the ground, slinging them onto her shoulders before facing him again.

“THIS ISN’T OVER!” she hollered back. When she turned on her heel and saw the Aldbourne residents watching with avid interest, she snapped at them too. “Should we have sold tickets?! Mind your business, people!”

Properly scolded, they scattered like roaches. Juliet heaved a sigh, wondering where to point her feet. Fuming, she considered parking herself outside the door and shouting until Jacob had no choice but to hear her out, but she couldn’t risk arrest. Not when she was relying on the police as sources for her story.

Her thoughts were completely interrupted when a platoon of paratroopers jogged across the square from where she stood. Leading them was the man Juliet held solely responsible for all her troubles as of late - Ron Speirs. She told herself not to get distracted by the sweat on his brow or the way his backside looked in the little shorts he had on, and focus on what mattered. He was getting away with what had happened - or rather not happened - while she was publicly shamed. Abandoning her bags, she hurtled after the platoon, catching up with surprising speed in her heels.

“HEY!” she bellowed.

The whole platoon stuttered in their cadence, and the few in the back turned their heads at the sound of her voice. Ron either didn’t hear her, or ignored her, and she wasn’t sure which was more infuriating. She gained on them. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to get louder, absolutely refusing to be ignored.

“RONALD SPEIRS!” she yelled.

He called his men to a halt, stopping alongside them and turning to face her. He blinked in surprise at the sight of her - he had evidently not expected her here - but he didn’t say anything right away. She caught her breath as she marched up to him. This time, she was ready, wallet in her coat pocket. She whipped it out and brandished it like a sword.

“No one pays me a kindness and gets away with it!” she shouted, popping the wallet open and fishing out the bills she owed him. “That,” she slapped the first few onto his chest, and he caught them before they fluttered to the ground. “Is for my half of the hotel room!” She did not acknowledge the snickers that went through the platoon, and then forced a second handful of money into his hand. “And that is for the potatoes and cab fare!”

He looked levelly at her. “I really didn’t expect to be -”

“I don’t care what you expected!” she continued. “You left me to look like a prize idiot!”

He glanced at his platoon, who were murmuring to each other as speculation began about how their lieutenant knew this strange woman.

“I’d rather have this conversation in private if it’s all the same to you,” he said.

“It’s not all the same to me, you punk!” She accentuated this with a shove to his arm. He didn’t move, but it made her feel better. “You humiliated me in front of the stupid hotel girl, which has now resulted in me losing my lodgings, so yeah, I’m going to stand here and embarrass you in front of your little mates!”

“Juliet -”

“How dare you leave before I could pay you back!” she went on fiercely. “You said you’d be there! You lied right to my face! Like a - a - a liar!”

“Eloquently said,” he returned.

“I don’t need your wise-ass remarks!”

“Settle down.”

“I WILL NOT SETTLE DOWN!”

Her face was red with how much yelling she’d been doing, so she took a deep breath to collect herself. She felt a tingle in her throat, so she tried to clear it.

“I’m going to, though,” she said. “Not because you told me to, but because my voice is getting hoarse.”

He stared at her for a beat. “Okay. Why don’t you start from the beginning?”

“The receptionist at the hotel in London spoke to a gossip columnist about seeing us together,” she said. “Now, the owner of the Blue Boar says he won’t have one of ‘my sort’ in his rooms.”

“I see,” he said with a nod. “I’ll sort it out.”

“No, I can’t owe you another favor,” she returned.

“So you just came over here to yell at me?” he asked, to clarify.

“And pay you back!” she insisted. “Now that’s been accomplished, we can part ways and I’ll never speak to you again. Starting now.”

“Juliet -”

“Starting now!”

With that, she turned on her heel and stormed away. He watched her go for a moment, enjoying the way her skirt swished around her legs, the shape of which he enjoyed more than he cared to admit. Shaking his head to clear it, he faced his men again. He noticed the stifled laughter behind their hands and smirks on their faces.

“Something funny?” he snapped with a scowl.

They straightened up and muttered quick “no, sir”s under his glare.

“Good, we’ve got a run to finish,” he said.

They continued down the road. But Ron knew just what he was going to do afterward.

***

Night fell over Aldbourne like a frigid shadow. Juliet, with aching feet and chattering teeth, took shelter in a phone booth across from the Blue Boar, having scoured the village for anywhere else to stay to no avail. And she was not a moment too soon in closing the booth door. Just seconds after she did, a soft rain began to patter against it.

She needed to call Lottie and see what her options were. She couldn’t stay in Aldbourne without a room, but that put everything on hold. She pushed the coins into the slot and called Lottie at home, adding guilt to her weariness.

“Hello?” came Lottie’s voice after just two rings, which relieved Juliet a little since it meant she was not in bed already.

“Lottie, it’s Juliet,” Juliet said. “Look, something’s happened and your friend Jacob’s given me the boot.”

“What?” Lottie questioned. “Why?”

“Some stupid fucking article accusing me of being a prostitute,” Juliet snapped.

“There’s no need for that kind of language,” Lottie replied coolly.

Juliet hesitated a beat. “Okay, given the nature of what I said, I’m not sure if you’re referring to ‘fuck’ or ‘prostitute.’”

“Both,” Lottie said, and before Juliet could protest, she went on. “Tell me what you’re talking about.”

Juliet explained everything - that her arrival went fine, but at some point during her interview with Otis, Jacob had read that article about the hotel nonsense, and had refused to let her back inside.

“Now I’m stuck in a phone booth,” she finished.

A beat passed and Juliet feared for a fleeting second that her time had run out. She dug in her pocket for more coins, but Lottie spoke again.

“So...what were you doing in a hotel room with an American?” she asked.

“That’s your takeaway from everything I just said?!” Juliet cried, incredulous. “Lottie, I’m exhausted and freezing, I need a place to stay or a ticket home!”

“Was it something indecent?” Lottie pressed.

“No!” Juliet returned. “Look, I got drunk, I almost got hurt, and he just looked after me for the night, but nothing happened, I swear. Believe me, he’s the last man on Earth I’d ever want to shag, even if he is ridiculously good loo-”

She stopped suddenly and whipped around when she heard a knock on the door. There he stood. Ronald Speirs, looking expectantly at her.

“Son of a BITCH!” she swore, stamping her foot.

“I beg your pardon!” Lottie gasped.

“Must go, Lottie, my mystery American has returned,” Juliet said through clenched teeth. “Aldbourne’s about to have another murder on its hands.”

She hung up harshly, slamming the phone down before Lottie could protest. Then she wrenched the door and faced him, eyes blazing. She opened her mouth, preparing to dismiss him completely, but he beat her to the punch.

“Jacob changed his mind,” he said. “You can have your room back.”

She deflated and blinked at him in surprise. “I said I didn’t want -”

“Do you want a bed for the night or not?” he cut across her.

Her drained muscles screamed at her to agree, but her pride was stronger. She started to refuse him again.

“Buy me a drink, and we’ll call it even,” he said, as if reading her mind.

“That’s not really the same,” she argued.

“I didn’t go out of my way,” he told her. “The Blue Boar is where the officers drink. It came up, I explained, simple as that.”

“Okay, one drink.” She held his gaze. “And then we’ll never speak again.”

He looked into her eyes, so long and so intensely, in any other context she would have thought he might kiss her. But he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t do anything. He just shrugged, turned, and walked back toward the pub. She didn’t totally blame him since the rain was beginning to come down harder. With a defeated sigh, she scrambled to collect her things and followed him.

#band of brothers #ron speirs #juliet fletcher #ron speirs x ofc #hbo war #you better you better you bet series #hbo war fic #band of brothers fic

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Gyro Zeppeli x female reader

Requested by: @ymisiposts

Omg YES the requests are open! I've been looking forward to this! May I request a Gyro x Fem!reader who is an assassin sent by Valentine? Her job is to appear friendly and stay with the two in order to gather possible information and eventually kill them but she begins to question everything when Gyro saves her life in some way (maybe in a fight with the enemy?) After that she can't bring herself to kill him or Johnny but feels horrible for lying about her intentions as she begins to develop feelings for Gyro. Thanks so much if you're able to do this! You're amazing!

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“You have one job to do, [Name] [Surname].” He spoke, his tone void of any lightheartedness, leaving it cold and harsh like stone, his expression holding the same tone as his voice. The [Hair colour] woman nodded silently, waiting for her orders. He slid over two photographs, “These are your targets. You are to gather as much information as possible from them, appear friendly if you must. Once you are done, I want you to kill them both.”

From the first day that President Valentine had hired [Name], she had not failed him once. Any job he had given her, she had returned with it completed without any issues or problems at all. This had aided her to climb the ladder and surpass all of the others who worked for Valentine, and she soon became one of his most reliable followers. She was described more as a weapon rather than a person, and it was most accurate. [Name] planned her attacks carefully, she observed and gathered all the information she could before setting anything out, she learned her targets before striking. Lies and false truths slipped her lips as frequently and fluently as air did.

This was nothing different than such other missions and jobs. [Name] had everything set up with documentations, a race number for both herself and her horse before joining. The competitor was nothing more than a facade to wash off any suspicion anyone may have of a stranger suddenly appearing in the race, and hopefully seem that much more convincing to her targets. Gyro Zeppeli and Johnny Joestar.

It had taken only a few few days to track her targets and soon had found them, resting by a campfire, ready to rest for the night. Taking a breath, she slipped into an innocent, sweet facade then approached. The approaching hooves did catch their attention and both men were ready to attack whatever it was. Holding her hands up, she showed she wasn’t armed.

“The Hell you want?” Gyro asked, emerald green eyes laced with hostility, ready to fight if needed. [Name] simply offered a soft smile that would make people swoon for her innocence.

“I-I just need a place to rest for the night, please. My horse and I were attacked by some other contestants and....I just need a spot to rest.” Both men looked at her, seemingly unconvinced.

“Yeah, alright then.” Johnny started, “Go somewhere else.” This response didn’t faze her, she was used to dealing with difficult people, and these were no different. Deciding to take that response, [Name] simply set her stuff down just outside of their area, not too close yet not too far; earning some dirty looks at that, she simply settled down and the two men just left her be.

Dawn arrived and the two men set off with their new follower trailing behind them, they allowed her to join them as she did seem to be less defenceless and a bother than she first appeared, that and she was more than happy to share her supplies with them. Their suspicions of her began to whittle down as she stayed with them, spilling lies after lies from her lips to their questions, offering support to them to rid suspicion and questions they had of her. As much as they knew, she was just another person interested in the race and prize money, and that was all they needed to know about her.

[Name] didn’t truly ask her questions directly, she would mix them up a little but keep them casual, making them answer her questions without realising the information they were giving away. That was another way she worked. Instead of saying “Have you found any Holy Corpse Parts?”, she would ask, “So, have you found anything interesting on your travels here?”. Of course, they didn’t respond with the Holy Corpse but with how the enemies seemed to be hunting them down, she could easily assume that they had at least one piece. And an added benefit of being with them as they fought allowed her to understand their methods of fighting, how they attacked, how they defended themselves. That was one thing President Valentine wanted her to learn to carve a path of defeating them once she got what she needed.

During her time with them, she learned a collection of things about both men, some worthless and some valuable. An example, Gyro’s Spin Ball Technique is a family tradition that only the Zeppeli’s know but he was also good with other weapons, making him a difficult target indeed. And a worthless fact about him was he sung. He made his own music and lyrics which she had been forced to listen to on their more relaxing journeys and rides. Another being that Johnny only had the limited shots as his nails and they took a bit to grow back but they could be damaging. It was a mix of things but there were some bits of worth in them.

Though, much like the race, there was unpredictable turns within it. One that occurred during a battle against an enemy. With [Name]’s position with President Valentine, the others under his service knew of her job and were told to engage in battle with her as well to keep her cover from being exposed. It wasn’t like she couldn’t handle herself in a fight either, she was more than capable of doing so. Quickly dodging one of the enemy’s attacks, she took cover behind a large rock and checked the area. She needed a good vantage point in order to stri-

Out the corner of her eye, [Name] saw one of the enemy’s attacks flying towards her, with the speed it was travelling, she would not be able to dodge without being injured badly, and it was aiming at her head. Before it had a chance to get too close, it was sent flying away from her and crashed straight back into the opponent’s head by a Steel Ball. Gyro picked up his weapon and stood beside her, holding his hand out for her,

“You alright?” He asked her, flickers of concern in his emerald green eyes. It took several moments for her to process what had happened before taking his hand and standing up.

“Yeah...I’m fine.” She forced out, dusting herself off and picking up her weapon before turning away from him and heading back to her horse, her mind still in shambles at what happened. Even when they settled down to camp later that night, she still couldn’t figure it out. Why did he save her? Why did he look concerned for her safety? Very few had ever been concerned for her safety and they were people who employed her as a weapon.

For someone to risk their own life to save hers, or just save hers without any pity or anything like that, it was new to her. Especially from someone who she was supposed to kill. The mere thought of that now made her stomach clench with unease, she had never been fazed by a job before, not like this. So why did he make this so difficult? Why did the thought of Gyro, or even Johnny, at harm make her feel so sick?

The image of those emerald eyes staring with a lifeless blankness into nothing was haunting to her, she could not, did not want to see them like that. [Name] couldn’t bring herself to kill Gyro or Johnny, she couldn’t fulfil her job. Confused, all these thoughts and feelings battled in her mind, throwing themselves around and swirling madly. She took this moment to steal a glance at Gyro as he laid on his sleeping bag, looking in a catalogue. With the glows of the fire crawling over his body and casting shadows, he looked stunning. His eyes focused as they looked over the items and prices, thinking of the uses and if he wanted them. The golden hue from the fire making his skin seem so clear. So soft to touch. How soft his hair seemed as it spilled past his shoulders.

How could one man stand out so much to her? What made him so special that he was able to make her heart flutter like a butterfly in a jar with a simply look and smile? A look that made her forget all about her job, her employer, everything about that, and focus solely on him. Maybe she could...ignore that part of her life? Just for now, and enjoy the view.

#gyro #gyro zeppeli #jojo bizarre adventure #gyro x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #jojo bizzare adventure x reader #jojo #jojo x reader #jojo part 7 #steel ball run x reader #steel ball run #gyro steel ball run #sbr

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disasterfandoms · 3 years

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20-David Reacts to Street’s Breakup Preference

@incorrectswatquotes requested: “Hi Hannah! 🥰I know we both love M*lly-bashing, (and really, who wouldn’t) so if you’re up for it could you write headcanons on how each of the 20-squad members would react to the breakup? Like how they would comfort Street and what their opinions on the situation would be? (And feel free to ignore whatever the writers are doing with Stris right now, I think they’re going through something).”

A/N: lmaooo I’m hyped to bash Molly, especially after what happened with his mom. Also I’m typing this out before I watch the episode because I don’t want my writing to be tainted with that stris stuff. I’m therefore pretending he broke up with her because of the mom stuff.

Hondo: I almost feel like Hondo wouldn’t be too mad about it, but he has his own issues to deal with so I almost feel like he’s be indifferent? He cares about Street, he is proud of how far he’s come, but he’s neutral on the breakup given i don’t feel like Street confided in him on the Karen issue. Hondo hasn’t necessarily been the best father-like figure this season, he just has too much shit going on in his own life to worry about. He would give Street some fatherly advice though, about following his heart and trusting his instinct on whether or not he’s being gaslit.

Chris: Chris’s reaction made me the most angry. I think Street would have went to everyone for advice on the issue, except for maybe Hondo, and she would have attempted to play devil’s advocate to point out all the arguments. At the end of the day though, she would support whatever he chose to do, because they’re friends, which seems like something the writer’s forgot about. She’d take him out for food after, letting him vent if need be.

Luca: Luca would be hyped that Street made a healthy decision for once in his life. He initially was okay with the relationship, thinking she would be good for Jim, but after Street called him about what she did, he straight out told him that it wasn’t her place to say what she did, even if she was doing it with good intentions in mind. Since he’s still in Germany, he let’s JIm talk about it all he wants and offers support that way, knowing that while his roommate usually compartmentalizes everything but has been working with Dr. Wendy to let people in, and Luca just so happens to be one of those people

Tan: Tan would be absolutely livid when he learns what Molly did. Arguably Street and Tan are two of the closest members on the team, so he knows just how far the trauma went when it comes to that abusive witch of a woman. To think that Molly couldn’t see Street’s side of that truly flabbergasted him, so he internally cheered when Street told him about the breakup. Tan would make him get up early and go run, train, surf, anything to make him focus on anything other than those women in his life who severely disappointed him. Tan might also make his move now that street’s single

Deacon: I think Deac would encourage Street to do what he feels is right, and remind him that he has the right to hate his mom, even if she was a victim of Eddie’s abuse. Deacon would be quiet about his opinion on the matter, it wasn’t his place to tell Jim how to feel. I think Deacon would feel like the relationship wouldn’t have lasted long anyways, so he wasn’t necessarily surprised when Street told him that he broke up with her. He then would tell Street that if he needed to work on his trauma from his childhood to talk to Wendy, as she helped Deacon with his depression.

#s.w.a.t #victor tan #jim street #dominique luca #david deacon kay #chris alonso #daniel hondo harrelson #headcanons #s.w.a.t headcanons #lmaooooo i almost pressed publish then realized i forgot deacon #incorrectswatquotes #mutuals #writings #requested

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trolltrash · 4 years

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Trolls Soulmate AUs

I've toyed with the idea of soulmates in the trolls universe in my head for a while so here's what I got:

Soulmates don't have to be explicitly romantic, some choose to start a relationship while some remain best friends

Its more of a predestined bond type deal

Not everyone has one, and that's okay

I figure that the best fitting "type" of soulmate for the trolls universe would resemble the heartsong concept from Happy Feet

Every troll has a unique song that they feel in their heart that mixes perfectly with another's

This conveniently lines up with True Colors, but whether Branch and Poppy are platonic or romantic soulmates is up to you

Brickoppy is my jam, so I'm gonna add that it isn't discouraged for romantic soulmates to welcome other trolls into their relationship

With the Pop trolls, it was very very likely that your soulmate, or at least one if you had multiple, was eaten before you could meet

To find your soulmate was a great cause of celebration and the bond is cherished like gold because of the effects of Trollstice

I've also played around with the more classic tropes (string of fate, first words spoken upon meeting written on skin, etc.) which I realised has ripe angst potential on King Peppy's side:

The strings are only visible to the bearer and their partners

Poppy said she had three strings, which would've been more than fine with King Peppy, if she hadn't also said that two of those strings lead outside the village

He's well aware of the five other kinds of trolls beyond the forest, and he knows that with his little princess growing bigger and bolder everyday, she'll want to set out to go find her missing soulmates

This knowledge terrifies Peppy

The six tribes separated a long time ago because they couldn't accept their differences, so what if they didn't accept Poppy? What if they hurt his baby?

So instead, Peppy hides the existence of the music strings and their history from his subjects and his daughter, and he does a good job of it

That is, until a strange flying animal with an invitation from the Queen of Rock falls into his daughter's hands

Then I wondered how being gray might affect a soulmate bond:

With the heartsong soulmate au Branch, obviously doesn't sing until the first movie, so Poppy doesn't know until True Colors

With the string soulmate au, Branch turning gray causes his two strings to sever, so he has no idea who his soulmates are, not that he wants to know because he's terrified of losing anyone else

Poppy was devasted when she followed her blue string, the only one that didn't lead out of the village, only to find that no one was on the other end

She was inconsolable for weeks after her father said that it might mean that one of her soulmates was eaten before the escape

While she grieved, she made a resolution to love her remaining soulmates twice as much, to make up for the one she never got to love at all

I'm sure you can imagine her elation when Branch's colors were restored along with their shared string

Now that I think about it, a string soulmate au would work just as well as a heartsong au, if the six music strings gave the trolls soulmate strings along with their music

After the excitement of the first movie, Poppy and Branch determined that their orange strings probably lead to the same troll

Now for the Brickoppy goodness:

Hickory had long since given up looking for his soulmates

With the tragedy of his village's destruction, he figured one or both of them were long gone, and he never considered trying to look for them in the other tribes for fear of getting his hopes up

When Hickory took the job to track down Queen Poppy, he certainly didn't expect to find both of his soulmates at the same time, or to need to break them out of jail not five minutes after watching them make fools of themselves singing to the country trolls

Poppy was elated with meeting her second soulmate and Branch was stunned but still suspicious

"Guess folks 'round here don't 'ppreciate a rad medley when they hear one." You bet your ass Hickory was patting himself on the back for nailing that suave first impression on his soulmates

"Branch, Branch! Stop rescuing us for a second and look who I found!"

"Poppy, you don't even know who-" looks at his orange string and follows it to the cowboy across from him "...oh."

Branch is still distrustful of Hickory, just because they were soulmates didn't mean his motives for helping them weren't sketchy

Hickory was torn between genuinely helping his soulmates and saving his brother and culture the entire trip

When they got separated after the Rock Trolls attacked the Vibe City, he was more worried about their safety than losing their bounty

Branch definately feels betrayed when he finds out that Hickory planned to sell them out to Queen Barb, despite Poppy's reassurances that he tried to help her escape

Parb time! :

Barb would never admit it, but growing up she was thrilled to have a soulmate

The idea that she had someone other than her dad who would love her unconditionally, someone who wouldn't be scared off by her passion and intensity made her incredibly happy

When she learned about the pop trolls and how they messed everything up between the troll tribes, she couldn't help but notice how pink her string was, but shrugged it off as a coincidence

To prove to herself that it was just a coincidence she set off to find her soulmate at the end of her string....

....only for it to lead right out of the city

There was no doubt in her mind that Barb's soulmate was a traitorous, string-stealing Pop Troll of all things

With that confirmation, she despised the idea of soulmates

What, just cause some stupid string around her finger said that some preppy pop asshole was meant for her meaned she had to accept it?! Hell no! Barb wasn't going to be told who she would love! She loved her people, she loved her friends, she loved her dad, she loved them because SHE chose to, because she built those relationships alongside them, not because some string said she would, soulmate be damned

Then she finally meets Poppy and her first thought is "FUCK, she's cute!"

Despite her shock, she uses the fact that they're soulmates to taunt Poppy

"I'm not your best friend."

"You're right, we're not friends," holds up her hand with their string, "we're soulmates, Poptart."

Feel free to reblog with your own headcanons if you have any, because I've literally only seen one fanfic about this

#dreamworks trolls #dw trolls #trolls headcanons #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls peppy #trolls hickory #trolls world tour #trolls barb #brickoppy #trolls brickoppy #trolls parb #trashtalk

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.2 [Isolation]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: None. again, unless you want a warning for sad sigyn and loki

Author’s Note: This one’s a bit longer. Apologies in advance for me being such a horse girl, I can’t help myself.

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission

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After Frigga left, Sigyn looked around her room. With the exception of her dirty riding boots off in the corner and a few books and papers lying around, the room was practically untouched, as intended.

What would he want?

She paced a moment. Stopped. The bed… She smoothed her fingertips over the soft, velvety bedspread. Deep sapphire, with silvery accents. She smiled slowly, thinking of countless lazy mornings spent under it. He’ll like this.

She turned, surveying the room. Think. What will he be doing? Probably lots of reading… I should send him books. Where does he like to read...

She looked to their set of chairs and accompanying footstools, which were covered in a similar soft, deep blue fabric. Perfect.

Sigyn gathered a few more things: The book he’d been reading before his fall. A pitcher of water - and one of his favorite wines. A book of spells. Finally, she grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote a short note before folding the paper and tucking it into one of the books. Perhaps she’d do this again, in the future - send him books with letters, little love notes reminding him that someway, somehow, they’d see each other again. She clutched the book to her chest.

~~~~

Later, Sigyn went to Frigga, explaining what she wanted sent to Loki. The queen assured her the items would reach him, and explained she’d arranged for a few other pieces to be sent. Namely a bed, and a washing stand. But before Sigyn left, Frigga stopped her.

“Child,” Frigga said.

Sigyn turned, facing her. “Yes?”

“Please, do not seek Loki out. The Allfather has forbade you do so.”

Sigyn exhaled, nodding. She’d guessed Odin would forbid it - he’d be a fool not to. But then, perhaps he was a fool to think he could keep her away from him…

“I know.”

Frigga looked at her pointedly. “Promise me you won’t go to him yet. For now, these gifts will have to do.”

Silence hung between them.

“Promise me, Sigyn. Please. If you want any chance of seeing him, you must be patient.”

Sigyn’s shoulders sunk slightly. She nodded. “I.. I promise. I’ll wait. I trust you to tell me when it’s.. Suitable.. To speak to him.”

Frigga stood a moment, considering her words. “Good. Thank you.”

~~~~

Loki stood in the center of a crisp, white room. It felt sterile. Cold. Contrasting with what sat in the room - a bed, which he supposed Frigga must have had sent. It was plain, only having sheets and a set of plain pillows atop it. Perhaps Odin would only allow so much comfort. Besides that, and a washing stand with a bowl of clean water, the only other thing in the room was himself.

He turned to his right, faced the glowing orange barrier that separated him from the outside world.

Would death have been better than this? This life, separated from everyone and everything? Hatred was better than apathy, that much he knew. But isolation…

Could he find solace in it?

The dungeon doors opened. A troop of Einherjar, accompanied by a few women - thralls, by the looks of it - walked to Loki’s cell.

“Stand back.” Tyr, the Einherjar leader and seasoned old warrior, held his sword at the ready. The sorcerer at Tyr’s side cast a spell, and the barrier slowly receded, fading like an ebbing tide.

Loki smiled coyly and stepped back with his hands held aloft. “Why, I had no idea you’d bring me gifts..” He eyed the furniture they brought in, his brow furrowing slightly. That chair - one from his bedroom. His footstool. The women brought in water, wine, and fruit, all set on a table. Another woman placed a pile of blankets on his bed - no, not just any blankets. His blankets. Finally, another woman set two books in front of him and quickly backed away, behind the Einherjar whose spears were pointed at Loki’s throat.

“How very generous.” Loki sneered at the warriors.

“These are not ours,” Tyr said as the sorcerer re-cast his spell. The barrier flowed back in place, seeming to solidify. “They are from your wife.”

Loki merely watched him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, he kept his jaw firm, his expression unwavering. “Send my regards.”

Tyr gave him a look. Without another word, the troop left, the heavy dungeon door shutting behind them with an echoing thunk.

Loki glanced at the food and water, only now realizing how hungry he was. Touched the back of the chair - still soft. Walked to the books, picking one up in each hand. The first, he recognized as one of his favorites - a book of spells he often reviewed. He sat it to the side. The second, he realized was a book he’d been reading through before, though had never finished…

He swallowed. Dragged his fingers along the old cover, then tugging the bookmark gently, he flipped it open to the page he’d left it at.

A piece of paper fell to the ground. He caught it just in time, standing back upright and setting the book aside to unfold the note. It was Sigyn’s handwriting.

My dear husband…

Words cannot express my love for you, nor the pain I have felt in your absence.

I cannot imagine the pain and anger you must feel. But believe me when I say, you are not alone. You are never alone. Mother and I are here for you.

We will find a way to help you. And in time, we will be together again.

I love you.

Yours always, Sigyn

Loki’s gaze drifted up from the note, to the barrier of his cell, then beyond it to the door.

Out and to the left. Up, until you reached the main level of the palace. Then up again, with a few turns, would lead you to their room - it was safe there. A place entirely their own, calm and quiet and familiar. She’d be waiting there - waiting for him.

She was probably waiting now, after Odin demanded she be kept there.

Both of us in isolation.

Loki folded the note, tucking it back into the book, which he left on the table. He walked to the bed. Grabbing the blanket, he brought it up to his face - his fingers twitching into a fist as he did. It smelled like her, sweet and warm. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent…

After a moment, he opened his eyes. Laid down on the bed, on his side, clutching the blanket in a tight embrace.

~~~~

Weeks passed. Sigyn kept her promise to Frigga, never once daring to venture too close to the dungeons. Eventually, she grew bored of staying in the palace, where her good behavior would be on display for all the Einherjar, who were no doubt reporting her actions to the king. It had been long enough, hadn’t it? She could stand to leave the safety of Valaskjalf and venture into the city...

So one morning Sigyn slipped on her boots and sleek riding outfit and went to the stables. She could feel the Einherjar’s gaze follow her as she walked, as though expecting her to make a beeline for the dungeons. And as much as she desperately wanted to run down there as fast as her legs could carry her, she still had a promise to keep. She had to wait.

She reached the stables just as the bleak morning gave way to golden sun. Breathed in the deep, calming scent of hay. She smiled.

“Princess,” A stablehand greeted her, walking one of the horses in from pasture. “Shall I saddle your horse?”

“I’ll saddle him, thank you.”

The boy nodded. “He’s out in the eastern paddock.”

Sigyn thanked him, making her way through the grand stable - a few friendly faces greeted her along the way, big brown and blue eyes turning her way, ears swiveling to catch her footsteps when she passed.

Out in the paddock stood her sturdy dapple grey horse, Villieldr. His name meant wildfire - a name which suited his free spirited nature. Next to him, a chestnut whose satiny coat shone the same color as rust: Sinir. Sinewy, his name meant, and his lean, muscular figure certainly reflected that. They were both geldings, and after so many rides together over the years, they’d become close stablemates.

“Sinir,” Sigyn cooed, and the chestnut turned her way, twitching his shoulder. Loki’s horse always had a soft spot for her. Villieldr walked out to meet Sigyn, his velvety muzzle blowing grass-scented air over her face. “Mm, I missed you too.” She giggled, gently pushing his nose away.

Sinir ambled over, and Villieldr tilted his ears back at the approach.

“Hush, you baby.” Sigyn scratched under his chin, then turned to the chestnut. “Hello, friend. I’m sorry Loki hasn’t been around to see you… You must be missing him, too.”

Sinir lowered his head as she stroked his neck.

“In fact… Forgive me, Vill, but I think Sinir needs some proper attention.”

After giving Sinir breakfast and a thorough brushing, then dressing him in the tack Loki had chosen for him, Sigyn eased into the saddle. She clicked her tongue, and he sprung forward, eager to finally be going somewhere. All the horses were allowed to roam the paddocks throughout the day on a regular rotation - and when necessary, stable hands would exercise them. But Sinir had, no doubt, been bored in his master’s absence. Loki was forever his favorite person.

Villieldr’s distraught whinnies carried over the wind. He was pacing at the portion of the paddock nearest to the entrance, snorting, with his ears pinned back.

“I’ll be back tomorrow!” Sigyn smiled despite herself when Villieldr whinnied again, and led Sinir down toward the city.

Through the streets they rode, past houses and merchants and taverns, down to the rainbow bridge.

Sinir tensed beneath her when they approached the Bifrost, his trot growing choppy.

“Want to run?” She stood in the saddle, squeezing his sides - he didn’t need any other signals. Sinir moved into a hurried canter, then soon into a gallop, bouncing Sigyn down the bridge until she found his stride.

By the time they made it to the observatory, Sinir’s coat shone with sweat.

“Ho,” Sigyn slowed him down, slipping out of the saddle once he was still. “What a brilliant boy you are,” Sigyn stroked his neck and he arched it, his head low. “Thank you for the ride.” She ground tied him, then walked into the Observatory.

“How fare the realms, Heimdall?”

The Gatekeeper stood with his back turned to her, staring out the grand window of the Observatory. Naturally, he wasn’t at all surprised by her approach.

“Full of unrest, my lady. Raiders continue to pillage and plunder, souls are left lost without homes.”

Sigyn stopped next to him, crossing her arms. “I suppose there’s no way to help from here...”

“Einherjar have been dispatched across the realms. Prince Thor, as well.”

“And the Warriors Three?”

“Mm.” Heimdall nodded. “They fight bravely.”

“Do you see Midgard, Heimdall?”

“Of course.”

“How do they fare?”

“After the battle?”

Sigyn nodded.

“Humans are surprisingly resilient creatures - they will rebuild. Even now, Thor’s new friend Stark rebuilds his tower.”

“How far can you see, Heimdall?” She inched closer to the window, watching the vastness of the sky. Even during the day, Asgard’s light only shone so far into the endlessness of Yggdrasil. There before her lay an endless ocean of space, full of planets, galaxies, and nebulae. It felt as though if she leaned too far, she’d fall into it.

She stepped back, looking at Heimdall, who was now watching her.

“What is it you seek?” He asked, seeing right through her question.

“After Loki fell, did you see him? Were you able to see him at all?”

“No.. If I had, I would have told you as soon as I found he was alive.”

Sigyn shifted her weight. Wherever Loki was, for whatever reason he was with those creatures in that mysterious abyss, none of it could be good. Something must have happened there, something that inspired him to attack Midgard…

“What about now?”

Heimdall smirked. Turned, his gaze settling on Asgard. “Reading in his bed. He seems content, all things considered.”

Sigyn exhaled a relieved breath. “Thank you.. I may return, ask you to check on him from time to time..”

“I’d be happy to, my lady.” He offered a small nod as she left.

~~~~

That night, Sigyn sat at the table in her chambers. One half of the chair set was gone, now - thought the thought of Loki using his half of it made its absence easier to bear.

She grabbed a fountain pen and a piece of parchment.

My love,

I took Sinir for a ride today. He misses you - as do I. Vill was less than enthusiastic about it, but he’ll come around. Perhaps you’re right about him being spoiled.

I hope you are enjoying the gifts, if you can call them that: they’re yours anyway, after all.

Someday we’ll go for a ride together again. I’m sure of it.

Yours, Sigyn

Sigyn folded the paper, slipping it into a book of poetry and setting it aside, to be given to Frigga in the morning. She glanced toward the bed.

Empty.

It shouldn’t be empty. Not now, not when Loki was so close…

“Promise me you won’t go to him yet.” Frigga’s words echoed in her head.

She had to be patient. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep that promise…

Sigyn grabbed a blanket and settled back into the chair, closing her eyes.

#loki x sigyn #loki fanfic #logyn #OG616 #thor: the dark world

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writtenbyrain · 3 years

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I’m Proud of You

Read it on AO3 Summary: For months now Marinette and Luka have danced around each other, their feelings only growing stronger and more apparent. So when Ladybug calls upon Viperion to return to the field against an unusually powerful akuma, how will Luka react when a battle gone awry exposes Ladybug’s identity and threatens her life? Notes: Written for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Sprint Fic Challenge! Wildcard Prompt (courtesy of @mlweeklyprompts): “You see, this is the part where you tell me you’re proud of me.” Thank you so much @nerdypanda3126 and @quickspinner for being wonderful betas!

“I’m so proud of you, Marinette!” Luka turned to beam at the girl who stood over his desk. Keeping his eyes on her, he began to gently fold the newest Kitty Section jackets she had come over to present him with. “You’ve done such a wonderful job on the whole band’s new costumes. I know they’re going to love your designs.”

Marinette continued to smile fervently in spite of her blush — another small detail Luka was learning to cherish during his fleeting but meaningful afternoons with her.

“You’re always telling me you’re proud of me,” she chuckled. “At this point, I could bake you the world’s worst batch of macarons and you’d still find something to be proud of.”

“Well that’s because you’re deserving of every bit of praise,” he countered, enjoying the way her blush deepened as he edged closer. “You’re a wonderful girl, Marinette. The kind whose heartsong always closes on the most hopeful of cadences.”

Marinette giggled, running her hand distractedly over the strings of his nearby guitar. She often did that when she was nervous, and Luka was learning to love the vibration of open chords a little more with each shy stroke of her fingers.

“Do you really think that, Luka?”

“Of course. You know I do.”

For months now they had danced around each other — Marinette finding exceedingly obscure design flaws and edits to merit her next visitation, and Luka taking every possible opportunity to remind her that he was proud of all she had to offer.

That he was proud of all of her.

Now, his fingers itched to brush her bangs away so he had an excuse to feel the warmth of her skin. Her eyes were bashfully turned down toward the planks of his room on the Liberty, leaving her hair to hang in front of her brow in just the perfect angle for the occasion.

But before Luka could move, Marinette’s hand came up to pick at the hem of her blouse, her teeth momentarily pressing into her lower lip as her eyes flicked up. She turned to face him fully, setting her shoulders back and tipping her face up to meet his gaze head-on.

She was close — closer than he had initially realized. But when Marinette looked up, she didn’t look bothered or uncomfortable by their proximity. She only held her breath, leaning into the small space compressed between their two bodies.

It felt like an invitation of sorts, if not a challenge.

Luka bent his head down as Marinette’s lips parted in anticipation, the moment as fragile as glass.

Perhaps she was waiting only for—

The dissident ringing of Marinette’s phone broke the moment, causing her to pull back suddenly. A startled silence rested between the two of them, their gazes still wide and locked until Marinette looked back down.

“I should… probably get that,” she mumbled self-consciously before crossing over to where her purse sat.

“Right.” Luka was disappointed but knew it was best not to show as much. After all, he wanted to move at Marinette’s pace; to keep her comfortable and with the opportunity to say “no” if she so chose.

And so, without knowing where, exactly, her boundaries were right now, he decided it would be more respectful to distract his hands with the strings of his guitar.

Meanwhile, the phone notification appeared to have elicited an immediate frown from Marinette. Luka didn’t miss the way her brows furrowed in familiar concern and hesitation.

“Anyway, didn’t you tell me you had a new client to meet this evening about a commission?” Luka leaned back against the wall in an effort to belie his nervousness. His hands flew deftly over strings and frets as he fought the urge to ask her to stay, knowing she was likely about to offer some manner of strange excuse for her departure. “I wouldn’t want to make you late for your meeting.”

“Oh, r-right!” Marinette turned back stiffly with a forced smile. “My, uh, meeting! Of course. I better get going. Thank you so much for keeping an eye on the clock!”

She began to hastily assemble the rest of the Kitty Section garments into their respective travel bags, her eyes straying back to the screen of her phone before resting on Luka in silent apology.

He merely pressed his lips into a subtle smile, inclining his head forward to let his hair fall into his face.

“I’m always happy to help in any way I can, Marinette. You know how proud of you I am.”

________

Following Marinette’s hasty exit, Luka stretched himself out across the foot of his bed, leaning against the wall with one knee bent for support. Guitar still in hand, he began to distractedly pick out the melody of the heartsong he had begun writing for her nearly a year ago.

Meno mosso , he thought. She moves at her own tempo. And I’d be happy to match her rhythm.

In a conscious effort to slow his own heart rate following their final exchange, Luka’s fingers began to pick slower, the pace of the notes gradually loosening and broadening with his breath.

We have all the time we need.

________

“There’s no time,” Ladybug huffed as she swung through the porthole and into Luka’s room not twenty minutes later. “I can’t reach Chat Noir, and I can’t stop this akuma alone. I need help.”

She recalled her yo-yo, stepping into the center of the room with an urgency that jolted Luka from his reverie, causing him to jerk his head back up hard enough that it hit the wall with a heavy thump .

“Wait, what’s going on?” Luka scrambled up from his current seated position on his bed, attempting to rest his instrument as gingerly as possible on its nearby stand. One hand was still rubbing at the back of his head. “What are we up against?”

Ladybug was breathing hard — whatever happened must be especially terrible for her to not only seek out a partner that wasn’t Chat, but to rush all the way to the Liberty for help in lieu of saving the citizens that were in the most direct line of fire.

She had fabric wrapped around her shoulder in an effort to staunch the bleeding of what appeared to be a deep slice.

Since when did either Ladybug or Chat Noir actually bleed through their suits?

“Like I said, there’s no time to explain.” She grabbed Luka’s hand, turning it over and pressing a box firmly into his palm. “Luka Couffaine, as you know, this is the Miraculous of the Snake. Can I trust you to once again wield Sass and the power of time for the greater good?”

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Viperion staggered onto the next rooftop, narrowly missing the shards of glass being shot rapid-fire by Hawkmoth’s latest akuma victim. Not only had this one managed to keep him in on the defensive for the last fifteen minutes’ worth of battle (which was exhausting in and of itself), but the worst part was that this one was designed to penetrate the otherwise indestructible suits donned by miraculous wielders.

“Viperion, to your left!”

He flinched out of the way more than he dodged, but at least he managed to avoid taking any shards straight to the face. Ladybug, meanwhile, was bobbing and weaving, attempting to simultaneously evade the barrage while pushing close enough to get into more of an offensive position against their latest adversary.

And as far as Viperion could tell, it wasn’t working. They needed a new plan.

He hastily ducked behind the chimney of the rooftop he had landed on, fingers brushing over the strings of his lyre in thought. Once again, the familiar vibrations of an instrument helped to cool his nerves, serving as the bridge point between his thoughts and emotions in the midst of high tension.

He distractedly fingered a few more notes in quick chromatic succession, the music serving to somewhat dampen the audible sounds of Ladybug struggling several feet beyond. If only these vibrations could…

Wait, vibrations.

“That’s it!” Viperion swung back around to expose himself. “Ladybug! We need stronger vibrations!”

Ladybug dodged the next onset of glass, using her yo-yo as a shield before swinging herself haphazardly back in his direction. As she flew by, she wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling them both out of the fray and into an alley for a moment of respite.

“You have a plan?” she demanded through uneven breaths. Small nicks and cuts littered one cheek, and a line of jagged fabric was torn all the way up the opposite arm.

“I do,” Viperion confirmed. “If we can find the frequency at which the akuma’s glass vibrates, we can shatter his attacks before they reach us.”

Ladybug’s eyes lit up. “Like singing at the right pitch to shatter a wine glass.”

“Exactly.”

“We may even be able to use that frequency to destroy whatever item is hiding the akuma,” she thought aloud. “The only questions, then, are how we make the vibrations and how we find out where the akuma is hiding.”

Viperion began to thumb his lyre in contemplation again, momentarily closing his eyes before offering whatever brief answers he could in their limited time.

“Well, if we manage to find the frequency, the akuma would likely be in whatever item he tries to protect from us. He’ll become vulnerable, so he might give himself away if we look closely enough,” he explained. “As for creating the vibration… if we stretched your yo-yo out long enough, we could probably tune it like a single string. We would just need to amplify it."

Ladybug beamed, a modicum of hope restored to her facial expression.

“Luka, you’re—I mean, Viperion , you’re a genius!” she exclaimed. “And luckily, it just got dark for the evening. If we play this right, the akuma may not even see where I lay out the yo-yo string. I just need you to distract him long enough for me to tune it, and we can take it from there.”

Viperion placed a hand on her uninjured shoulder. “I’m always happy to help in any way I can.”

She nodded back with a determined smile before raising her eyes to scan the sliver of sky above the alley.

“You go out first and try to get his attention, then I’ll head out in the opposite direction toward the Eiffel Tower. There’s supposed to be a big concert there tomorrow and they’ve already begun to lay out equipment — I’ll bet I can find something to use as an amplifier.”

Viperion nodded, raising his left wrist to ready his power.

“Seems like the perfect time to prepare my Second Chance.”

They nodded in silent agreement, both bracing themselves for the next onslaught as Viperion launched back out onto the rooftops.

“Second Chance!” He flicked the Miraculous resting upon his wrist before turning back toward the frenzied akuma, making an attempt to vie for his attention.

“Hey! Over here!” Viperion waved his arms in frantic motions before strumming his lyre as loudly as possible. It didn’t take long for the akuma’s eyes to zero in on his form. “Come over here and face me!”

With a snarl, the villain lurched forward to pursue his would-be prey — but not before a flash of red and black unwittingly detracted from Viperion’s efforts.

No, no, it’s too soon. I need to keep his attention for this to work.

Much to his horror, the akuma had already whipped back around, readying its next attack.

“Ladybug, watch out!”

Too late.

Her back was turned, her yo-yo already wrapped around a nearby streetlamp so as to support her weight as she swung away. And as she was startled into turning back around midair, the glass shards found their target, burying themselves deep throughout her torso.

She lost hold, falling inelegantly. Her hand was still outstretched, reaching toward the yo-yo that now hung limply from the streetlamp as her mouth opened in a gasp of pain.

“No!” Viperion dropped his lyre and shot forward.

Tucking and rolling onto the pavement, he caught her mere seconds before she hit the unforgiving pavement. He hoisted her more securely into his arms ducked into another alleyway, kneeling to shield her body with his own.

Use your second chance, he thought haplessly. You still have two minutes left. You can still fix this.

But as much as logic beseeched him to reset this moment, to return to a mere few moments prior, his horror kept him rooted in the here and now; in the impossible future wherein he, Luka Couffaine, had failed Ladybug.

Chat Noir should have been here, not me. Chat Noir wouldn’t have failed.

“Ladybug?” He gently propped her head up with one hand. “Ladybug, please. Please, can you hear me?”

As she turned and looked up at him in the dim light, the splotches of blood appeared dark enough that they could have blended into her costume, dotting her chest and abdomen in all the wrong places. The new spots were too uneven, growing too fast.

But that was nothing compared to the bloodied and broken tragedy that awaited him when she dropped her transformation.

“Marinette?” Luka’s words were cut off by a choke. His chest heaved, his panic overtaking him as he cradled the heroine — as he cradled Marinette — in his arms. Her placid gaze, deathly calm, stood in stark contrast to that of Luka’s. “I thought you might be… but, but I—”

One minute, three seconds left.

She reached a shaky hand up to his cheek. It was still warm despite the wintry air that pressed in and continued leeching the heat from her weakened body.

All Luka could do was bite back the sobs that threatened to wrack his ribs, deciding instead to place his free hand on top of hers. He turned his head to plant a gentle kiss on her palm.

“You see, this is the part where you tell me you’re proud of me,” Marinette whispered. “Just like you always do.”

Forty-six seconds left.

“I love you, Luka.”

I can’t let it end like this.

“I-I love you too, Marinette.” Luka’s voice broke. “And I’m proud of you. So completely and utterly proud of the melody you’ve brought to Paris — to this world .”

Words, words, why did his words always seem to fail him?

Thirty-one seconds left.

“Truly, Marinette, your heartsong—”

Please, I need more time. More time.

“—How did I not realize sooner?” he lamented. “Your heartsong isn’t just your shared kindness, or your sweet sincerity. But it’s your drive for justice. Your passion for others.”

Marinette smiled softly, her eyes beginning to flutter shut.

“No, no, listen to me, Marinette. Please. You’re the kind whose heartsong always closes on the most hopeful of cadences . And I am so proud of you .”

Eighteen seconds left.

Slowly, as though brushing her fingers lazily over Luka’s guitar one last time, Marinette’s hand fell from his cheek. Her fingertips were icy.

Luka wrapped his arms tighter in as much an effort to hold her closer as it was to keep himself from crying out in distress. The akuma was still nearby.

Ten seconds left.

He couldn’t break.

Not here. Not like this.

Not yet.

Luka bent forward, keeping his right hand propped beneath her head as his left fingers brushed the bangs from her cool and bloodied face. Tenderly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I couldn’t be more proud of you if I tried,” he whispered. “Which is why I refuse to let you die without a second chance.”

He set her down as gently as possible and slid his right thumb over the bracelet of his left wrist.

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