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cressidagrey · 15 days ago

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The Brush Off

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Summary: 5 Times people flirt with Felicity and 1 time Oscar sees it happen.

Notes: Big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble 😂 Also, check out my new divider!

School Library, Haileybury

Felicity was tucked into her usual corner of the school library — second floor, far left, just behind the dusty shelf of outdated atlases no one ever touched. It was quiet there. Untouchable. Sacred.

Her legs were curled under her in a frankly illegal way that made the librarian twitch every time she passed by.

But Felicity didn’t care. She had more important things to worry about. Like finishing her own chemistry coursework, writing the conclusion to her robotics team report, and, most importantly, rescuing Oscar’s history grade from what could only be described as a stylistic disaster.

Her copy of The Selfish Gene sat open next to a packet of sticky notes and five highlighters arranged in rainbow order. Oscar’s essay draft was sprawled beside it like a corpse in need of resuscitation.

She was six pages in.

She had already marked five run-on sentences, circled three historical inaccuracies, and scrawled “comma splice?” in angry red ink on the header. Next to that, she’d added, in smaller print: “This is a run-on sentence and also a war crime.”(This was three lines after “I am not sure if child labour can be considered a “perk” of the industrial revolution, Oz.”)

She was muttering to herself about how Oscar consistently forgot the difference between a primary and secondary source when a shadow fell across the table.

“Hey,” a voice said. “You always sit here?”

Felicity glanced up — just barely — and immediately clocked the newcomer.

Mateo.

The Spanish exchange student.

Hair swoop. Too much cologne.

He had the vibe of someone who thought reading The Secret History made him profound. Like the kind of guy who bought Moleskines but didn’t write in them. Like a walking Instagram profile captioned “Fluent in Nietzsche.”

She didn’t answer immediately. Just scribbled a note in Oscar’s margin (“use a stronger thesis here or face the wrath of every historian who’s ever lived”).

“On Wednesdays, yes,” she replied eventually, eyes still on the page.

Mateo didn’t take the hint.

He leaned in a little too close. She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and already regretted not bringing headphones.

“What are you working on?”

She lifted Oscar’s paper slightly, as if it were obvious. “This.”

He squinted. “You’re helping a friend?”

“This is my boyfriend’s essay.”

Mateo’s face lit up, but not with recognition — with opportunity. “Wow. You’re that good a friend?”

Felicity blinked. “I’m that good a girlfriend.”

He paused. Smiled like she’d just told a cute joke at a party. “Sure. But, like, if you ever wanted to… hang out? Or study together? I’ve been struggling with philosophy.”

She stared at him. “You’re struggling with philosophy?”

He nodded eagerly. “It’s so dense, you know?”

“You mean… reading?”

He chuckled. “I just thought it might be easier with someone like you. Someone sharp. Smart.”

She just stared at him.

Still, he didn’t leave. “I’m just saying, if you ever get bored of helping your boyfriend… I wouldn’t mind a little attention.”

That’s what made her pause.

Because for a moment, Felicity genuinely didn’t understand what he meant.

Attention? What kind? Did he want her to edit his essay, too? Help him structure his arguments?

Was this a mentorship request? A tutoring thing? Was he trying to hire her?

Because from where she was sitting — wearing one of Oscar’s sweatshirts over her school uniform with her hair up in a pencil-stabbed bun, ink smudged on her fingers… There was no way this boy was flirting with her.

She finally looked up, expression flat. “I’ve been with my boyfriend for two years. I rewrite his footnotes. I know the number of his racing sim’s USB ports by memory. You think I have time for recreational idiocy?”

Mateo blinked. He stammered something that might’ve been “Sorry” or “Your loss” or possibly just the start of a philosophy quote he didn’t finish.

Then he turned and slunk away, disappearing into the nonfiction aisle like a man who needed to Google what a footnote was.

Felicity exhaled slowly, turned back to Oscar’s essay, and drew a tiny skull next to a sentence about Napoleon.

Ten minutes later, Oscar appeared — bottle of water in one hand, hoodie sleeves half-pushed up, curls slightly mussed.

“Hey,” he said, flopping into the seat beside her and nudging her ankle under the table.

Felicity didn’t even blink. She just slid his paper across the table.

“Yours,” she said, tone dry. “Try not to get seduced by misused commas.”

Oscar grinned, leaned over, and kissed her temple.

***

Engineering Library, Imperial College London

The engineering library at Imperial had a very specific kind of silence — dense, utilitarian, and just slightly stressed.

It didn’t have the hushed reverence of a humanities space or the open nervous energy of undergrads cramming in a group. No. This room buzzed with tension.

It smelled like soldering fumes, pencil shavings, leftover caffeine, and the faintest echo of ambition-turned-despair.

Most students had packed up hours ago, but Felicity remained in her fortress of design textbooks, open CAD diagrams, three kinds of scrap paper, and a crumpled granola bar wrapper that she’d been meaning to throw away for at least forty-five minutes. Her water bottle was dangerously low, her laptop fan sounded like it was preparing for lift-off, and her cursor had been blinking in the same spot on her thermal stress simulation for the last twenty-seven minutes.

She wasn’t stuck. She was just… tired.

Tired in the bone-deep way only a mechanical engineering student in her second trimester could be.

She shifted slightly, legs curled beneath her, one hand resting absently on the curve of her bump. Not because it hurt — not tonight — but because Beatrice had just kicked her in the ribs again, like she was trying to crawl out through Felicity’s diaphragm.

Her phone buzzed next to her laptop:

Oscar: Don’t forget dinner. Please. You always forget when your sim models hate you.

She smiled faintly but didn’t reply. Not yet. She still had heat sink values to triple-check.

That was when it happened.

A voice—too close, too casual—sliced through the stillness.

“Hey.”

Felicity looked up, blinking.

A guy was standing across the table. Probably mid-twenties. Tall, in that I stretch for photos, way. Crisp haircut. Slim jeans. Water bottle with a “No Bad Vibes” sticker on it — ironic, because he was currently radiating intrusive energy like a malfunctioning microwave.

He didn’t wait for permission. Just slid into the chair opposite hers like this was a first date she didn’t know they were having.

“I saw you in Thermo this morning,” he said. “That fluid mechanics question you asked? Insanely clever. I was going to say something after class, but you ducked out too fast.”

Felicity blinked at him. “I had a tutorial.”

“Oh, right,” he said. “Should’ve guessed. You seem like you’ve got everything scheduled down to the second.”

“I also needed chips,” she added, because both things were true.

He laughed like she’d made a joke. “You seem intense. I like that. Women in engineering? You don’t see that every day. Rare combination of intimidating and hot.”

She stared at him.

The words rolled around her brain like loose screws.

What… did he want?

Was this a compliment? An insult? An offer?

She was six months pregnant, her knees hurt, her thesis was trying to kill her, and she was wearing Oscar’s hoodie with a faint grease stain across the front.

What exactly was the goal here?

“I mean—don’t get me wrong,” he rushed on, clearly sensing the silence and trying to recover. “You’ve just got that… serious vibe. Like the kind of girl who rewires her own dishwasher.”

“I did,” she said flatly. “Last week.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“And the kettle. And Oscar’s sim pedal when it failed under full brake.”

There was a beat.

“…Who’s Oscar?” he asked, smirking now. “Your roommate?”

Felicity paused.

And for a moment—just a moment—she considered laughing.

Then she closed her laptop slowly. Deliberately.

“Oscar’s my husband.”

The guy blinked.

Stood up slowly. Her hoodie shifted, and with it, the full curve of her pregnancy became unmistakably obvious. Not theoretical. Not ambiguous. Imminent.

The guy’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

She adjusted the hem of her sweater, not breaking eye contact, slung her bag over one shoulder, and smiled — cold, clean, efficient.

“If you’re gonna flirt with a mechanical engineer,” she said, “maybe do a better job at observational diagnostics.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked like he wanted to apologise and also vanish into the carpet tiles.

Felicity didn’t wait for a response.

***

Trinity College, Oxford

By the time Felicity Piastri was twenty-one, she had two things down to a science:

How to balance a toddler on her hip while rewriting entire sections of a doctoral thesis.

The exact number of times she could ignore the same man before it became a full-blown academic experiment.

Her Oxford doctoral project - Reinforcement Through Flexibility: Dynamic Adaptation in Composite-Structured Performance Environments. - had technically been finished for weeks. The simulations were done, the modelling locked in, her conclusions tight and triple-sourced. Now she was just revising. Editing. Wrangling footnotes into submission while Bee tried to paste glitter stickers into the margins of her printed draft.

She did almost everything from home.

The only reason she even stepped foot into Oxford was for fortnightly supervision meetings with Dr. Green, who was brilliant, terrifying, and the only person Felicity would willingly leave the house (and her toddler) for.

Which was, unfortunately, where Nathan lived.

Nathan — Dr. Green’s personal assistant — had been a PPE student once upon a time, which explained a lot. Somehow, he’d wheedled his way into a departmental admin role despite not knowing the difference between a torque curve and a coffee stain. His talents included:

Misfiling room bookings.

Brewing tea that tasted like despair.

Flirting with Felicity like it was something he was being graded on.

The first time he tried it, she’d thought it was just bad small talk. She gave him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed the type to flirt accidentally, the kind of man who said “babe” to baristas and thought it made him charming.

The second time, she was slightly annoyed.

By the fifth, she had moved on to anthropological interest.

How did he not see the wedding ring? The child’s drawings poking out of her folder? The exhaustion of someone whose idea of a wild Friday night was installing firmware updates for fun?

Today, she arrived two minutes early for her meeting. She’d barely stepped into the department lobby when he spotted her.

“Dr. Green is running a bit late,” Nathan announced, standing up from behind the reception desk like he was emerging for a curtain call. “But I can keep you company if you like.”

Felicity barely paused. “She’s not. She still has 2 minutes till our appointment time.”

He grinned like she’d just flirted back. “You know, I was thinking the other day… you never hang around after your meetings. You always rush off.”

“Yeah,” she said, expression unreadable. “Because I have a toddler. And a dissertation. And a husband. In that order.”

Nathan winced theatrically. “Oof. Brutal.”

She offered him a smile that wasn’t one. “Sorry. Was that too reality-based?”

Still, he pressed on, leaning against the desk like he thought he was on the cover of GQ.

“Still,” he said, “it’d be nice to talk about something other than drivetrain mapping sometime. Maybe grab a drink?”

Felicity blinked. Twice.

It wasn’t the first time he’d suggested it. But somehow, today, it caught her even more off guard.

“You’re asking me,” she said slowly, “a married mother of one, who is actively finishing a thesis and hasn’t eaten a full sit-down meal in two days, to go get drinks with you?”

He laughed, like she was being ridiculous.

“I didn’t think you’d take it that seriously. We could just talk—”

“About what?” she asked, genuinely baffled. “What, precisely, do you think I have in common with a man who once told me Elon Musk was just misunderstood?”

Nathan blinked.

Felicity continued. “Do you want help with your CV? Is this about office gossip? Are you confused and trying to network with me through reverse psychology?”

“I just meant—”

“I’m not trying to be rude,” she said, eyes narrowing in thought. “I genuinely don’t understand what outcome you’re envisioning here. Do you think I’m going to cheat on my husband with the guy who can’t pronounce ‘aerodynamics’ without swallowing the word halfway through?”

He flushed slightly. “You don’t have to be mean.”

“I’m not. I’m being efficient.”

The door to the inner office opened before he could reply. Dr. Green appeared, breathless and balancing two takeaway coffees in one hand and a folder in the other.

“Felicity, I’m so sorry. The grant committee meeting ran over. Here—” She handed over one of the cups. “Decaf oat, right? And I pulled the new journal submissions for you. There are a few I thought might intersect with your secondary chapter on hybrid systems.”

Felicity smiled as she took the coffee. “Thanks. I already reviewed the three most relevant ones and emailed you a summary chart with citations.”

Dr. Green blinked. “Of course you did.”

Nathan blinked, too, but for entirely different reasons.

Felicity turned back to him just before following her professor inside.

“Oh, and Nathan?”

“…Yes?” he said, still — somehow — hopeful.

She raised her left hand and tapped the wedding band with one finger. “This wasn’t a joke.”

And then she shut the office door behind her like it was a verdict.

The Door Handle Aisle of Homebase, Woking

Oscar was off racing.

Felicity was elbow-deep in a bathroom renovation.

Not the Pinterest kind.

Not the “new towels and scented eucalyptus and a little bamboo ladder for the aesthetic” kind.

No, this was the “rip out the vanity with a crowbar and discover the wall behind it had been sealed with hope and duct tape” kind.

The kind of renovation that required full battle gear: dust mask, gloves, safety goggles, and the controlled fury of a woman who had read the plumbing manual twice and did not need a man explaining pipe fittings to her.

And because she was who she was — stubborn, competent, and wildly intelligent— Felicity hadn’t hired anyone.

She could do it herself.

And she would.

Which meant… many, many trips to the hardware store.

The staff had started to recognise her by mid-April. A couple of them even learned to duck when she walked in, in case she asked for a specific size of tap washer they didn’t carry. But one guy — the guy from the sealant aisle—hadn’t learned that lesson.

Late twenties, overly friendly, perpetually wearing a toolbelt he definitely didn’t need, like he thought it made him look rugged instead of unconvincing. He hovered near the caulk and grout displays like they were a dating pool.

The first time, it was casual.

“You here again?” he’d asked, smiling like he was in a rom-com. “You must really like DIY.”

Felicity didn’t look up from the tile grout chart. “I like doing things properly.”

The second time, it was more confident.

“Doing a kitchen too?” he asked, spotting the tile adhesive in her basket. “You ever need help—”

“I’ve got it, thanks,” she said, already walking toward checkout before he could finish.

By the sixth visit, he had apparently decided they were bonding.

She was in the handles aisle, comparing brass finishes, when she heard him again — that telltale sneaker-squeak on linoleum, the voice turned up a little too loud, too performative.

“Wow,” he said, appearing at the end of the aisle. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you keep coming in just to see me.”

Felicity didn’t look up. She held one cabinet pull in each hand and considered which one better matched the art deco lines of the mirror she’d thrifted.

“I assure you,” she said, tone even, “my interest in you begins and ends with your stock of brass hinges.”

He laughed, undeterred. “Come on. You’re always here. I figured, maybe you’re one of those cool builder girls. You don’t wear a ring or anything, so…”

That’s what finally made her pause.

Not the tone. Not the implication. But the logic.

She looked at him.

“You think I keep coming in here because… what? I’m lonely?” she asked, brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “I’m literally holding blueprints and a door handle.”

He shrugged. “You just seem like the kind of girl who could use a little—” (God help him) “—company.”

Felicity blinked. She wiped a smudge of pencil from her chin, set the handles back down, and reached into her tote bag without breaking eye contact.

She pulled out her phone.

“I’m going to walk you through something,” she said calmly, unlocking the screen. “Because clearly, you didn’t do any preliminary research before launching this… ill-conceived outreach attempt.”

She turned the lock screen toward him.

A photo.

Felicity, curled up on a sofa in a hoodie. Oscar was beside her, kissing the top of her head. Bee sprawled between them in footie pyjamas, holding a spoon upside down like a trophy. The lighting was soft. Domestic. Unmistakably intimate.

“This,” Felicity said, “is my husband. He is currently in Azerbaijan, driving a car at three hundred miles an hour. That’s our daughter. She is two. I do renovations during naptime.”

The man paled. “Oh. I—uh. I didn’t know—”

“No,” she agreed. “You didn’t ask.”

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else — possibly to dig the hole deeper.

But Felicity wasn’t done.

“I come in here to buy tile primer. I don’t come in here for unsolicited analysis of my marital status from men who think a toolbelt is a personality trait.”

Her voice never rose. It didn’t have to.

It was calm. Steady.

The voice of someone who had personally rewired her fuse box and once installed a dishwasher while on the phone and dealing with a crying toddler.

She smiled politely. Dangerously.

Like a woman who kept zip ties in her car and knew how to use them.

“I’ll take these, thanks,” she said, lifting the cabinet handles. “Don’t need help carrying them. But if you’ve got any more of that tile primer from last week in stock, that would be helpful.”

He mumbled something about checking the back and fled like a man pursued by the consequences of his own choices.

Felicity watched him go, then picked up the nicer brass finish.

She didn’t even roll her eyes. She was too tired.

Felicity just wanted her tile primer and to go home.

***

Rooftop Bar, Melbourne

Felicity didn’t go out much.

Not because she couldn’t — Oscar insisted she take breaks, even booked her massages that she always forgot to attend — but because she liked her life.

She liked being home with Bee. She liked sanding doorframes and painting walls and mapping out the next renovation with a pencil stuck in her messy bun. She liked curling up on the sofa with her laptop, trading stock options at 1 AM. She liked Oscar reading over her shoulder, pointing out line graphs he didn’t understand but wanted to. She liked the steady rhythm of their days. Naptimes and quiet dinners and Bee’s loud commentary on the existence of pigeons.

But they were in Melbourne over the Winter break, and Nicole had insisted.

“You’re getting out of the house,” she’d said, practically pushing Felicity toward the wardrobe. “You’ve been in Australia for five days, and the only places you’ve seen are the beach and Bunnings.”

And so here they were — rooftop bar in Melbourne, warm summer air, glass of chilled white wine in Nicole’s hand and a lemon-lime mocktail in Felicity’s.

Their dresses fluttered in the breeze; Her hair was up. Her arms were bare. She looked, Nicole thought proudly, like the kind of woman men write songs about.

Which was, unfortunately, the problem.

Because a man at the bar had noticed, too.

He made his way over with the swagger of someone who once played rugby in uni and still referred to it as “his prime.” White linen shirt. Too many rings. Hair with more product than structure. And that thing men did when they leaned on a table like they were presenting a TED Talk on their charm.

“Hope I’m not interrupting,” he said smoothly, eyes only on Felicity.

Nicole didn’t blink. “You are.”

Felicity raised her eyebrows, mildly surprised, but didn’t say anything. She just sipped her drink and let the lime catch on her tongue.

The man chuckled — the low, confident kind that assumed he was being flirted back with.

“I just thought I’d say—you’ve got a great smile,” he continued. Still to Felicity. Still convinced. “You local?”

“No,” she said. “Just visiting.”

He nodded toward Nicole. “With your sister?”

Nicole’s mouth twitched.

Felicity opened her mouth to clarify, but Nicole got there first.

“I’m her mother-in-law,” she said, swirling her wine.

That gave him a moment’s pause. But not enough.

“Well, she’s clearly not married—” he gestured vaguely to Felicity’s left hand, bare in the way most hands are after a morning at the beach with a toddler and too much sunscreen.

Felicity smiled. Slowly. Like a summer storm deciding whether to ruin your picnic or level your whole house.

“I took my rings off before swimming this morning,” she said, amused. “Didn’t want to lose them in the ocean.”

He still didn’t give up. “No offence, but… a girl like you? You don’t need to be tied down so young.”

Felicity furrowed her brow. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, you could have fun. Live a little.”

“I’m married,” she said again, a little slower. “I live a lot.”

“You know what I mean,” he said, grinning.

She genuinely didn’t understand.

What did he mean by that?

Was she supposed to say thank you? Defend her marriage?

Debate the merits of early commitment like she was on a panel?

“No,” Felicity replied honestly, “I actually don’t. What exactly do you think is going to happen? I abandon my family because you complimented my teeth?”

She had a three-year-old who could build better arguments about bedtime.

Before Felicity could figure out what to say, Nicole gently set her wine glass down.

“She’s not tied down, darling,” she said, tone perfectly pleasant. “She’s adored.”

She reached into her purse like she was pulling a weapon.

“Would you like to see a photo of her husband holding their daughter on the beach this morning?” she asked. “Or maybe the one where he flew eight hours just to make it to her thesis defence?”

The man’s face did a visible three-second software update.

“No, that’s okay,” he said, already backing up a step.

Nicole raised an eyebrow. “You sure? My son is very photogenic. His job likes to post him shirtless sometimes. It’s a whole thing.”

Felicity had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

“Right. Uh—have a nice night,” the man muttered, vanishing like a bug under bright light.

+1 — The One Time Oscar Noticed

The garage was buzzing with that high-voltage energy unique to a U.S. race weekend — louder music, brighter cameras, fans pressed against every fence line like they were at a concert instead of a motorsport event. McLaren’s VIP list was stacked with influencers, sponsors, and the usual parade of celebrities trying to look like they knew what a downforce map was.

Oscar didn’t care about any of them.

He cared about the girls in the denim jackets with PIASTRI stitched across the back in big, white glittery letters. Their arts and crafts project for Silverstone.

Felicity was standing near the back of the garage, Bee balanced on her hip, and a pair of toddler-sized headphones slipped over her curls. The two of them had matching jackets, homemade and loud and perfect. Bee’s even had a sparkly iron-on chicken. Felicity’s had glitter stars. Oscar had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

He was mid-chat with one of the engineers when he glanced over again.

And froze.

Because some guy—tall, tanned, fake-smiling, and clearly trying to look famous—was leaning way too close to Felicity. His teeth were too white. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. He held a drink, and worse, he had sunglasses on inside. Oscar didn’t even know where he’d come from — but there he was, leaning against the garage railing like it was a club bar and Felicity was the drink special.

He was saying something. Laughing too loud.

Felicity frowned politely. She shifted a sleeping Bee on her hip and took a half-step back.

The man followed.

“I’m just saying,” he drawled, gesturing to her jacket, “if you’re gonna wear another man’s name on your back, he better be worth it.”

Felicity blinked. “He’s my husband.”

That didn’t deter him.

“Bet he doesn’t even know how good he’s got it,” the man said, still smiling, his gaze dropping briefly to her legs. “You ever get tired of being someone’s plus-one, let me know.”

Bee stirred a little, nose twitching, and Felicity rubbed her back automatically, like muscle memory. Her brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

The guy tilted his head. “C’mon. You’re clearly the type who plays the sweet wife in public. But a woman like you?” He dropped his voice. “You need real attention.”

Oscar took a step forward, but someone else moved faster.

“Alright,” said a voice, sharp and Australian and impossible to ignore. “Let’s try that again — from six feet away.”

The man turned, surprised, and saw Mark Webber.

Mark didn’t need to raise his voice. His presence alone was enough to freeze a room.

He gave the man a smile that could cut glass. “You’ve got five seconds to back up before I make this very awkward for everyone.”

“Sorry, mate—”

“No, see, that’s the problem,” Mark said, stepping forward slightly. “You’re not her mate. You’re a stranger talking to a woman who’s clearly married, clearly holding a child, and clearly not interested. So unless you’re trying to get blacklisted from every paddock hospitality list from now until eternity, I’d walk away.”

The guy opened his mouth. Closed it. Then turned and slinked off like a coward in designer shoes.

Oscar finally got to them, face tight, fury in every step.

Mark nodded. “Handled.”

Oscar exhaled slowly. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Mark looked at Felicity. “You alright?”

Felicity still looked baffled. “What was that?”

Oscar looked her over, checking Bee, checking her, like reassurance was the only way to keep his hands from shaking. “That guy was harassing you.”

“What? No. Was he?” She squinted after him. “He was just being weird.”

Oscar stared at her. “He was flirting. Badly.”

“He was being rude,” Felicity said. “And creepy. But flirting? Why would anyone flirt with someone holding a sleeping toddler and wearing a juice-stained T-shirt? Why does this keep happening?!”

Mark rubbed a hand over his face. “You’re wearing a custom denim jacket with your husband’s name on it in glitter. Holding your kid. And you still have men sniffing around. That’s not on you — that’s on them being idiots.”

Oscar exhaled hard.

Felicity, still gently rocking Bee, just sighed. “Maybe I should just get a flashing neon sign.”

Oscar stepped closer and kissed her temple. “You okay?”

She looked at him, tired but unbothered. “Yeah. Are you?”

“No,” he muttered. “But I will be once I get you both inside.”

***

They were tucked away in the quiet corner of the drivers' room now, post-session, Bee still fast asleep on the little sofa wrapped in one of Oscar’s hoodies. The chaos of the paddock had faded into muffled noise.

Oscar was sitting across from Felicity, one leg bouncing.

He was still rattled.

“What do you mean they keep flirting with you?” he asked, brows drawn together as he looked at her.

Felicity blinked up at him. “What?”

“You said it like it happens regularly,” he said, voice low and sharp with something he was trying to keep cool. “Like that wasn’t the first time.”

She paused. Shrugged. “I mean… it does? A little?”

Oscar stared at her. “Since when?”

“I don’t know. Since Haileybury, probably? Or Oxford. And, like… in the hardware store.”

Oscar made a noise that might have been a groan or a growl.

“And you didn’t tell me?” he asked.

“I didn’t think it mattered,” she said simply, brushing a hand over Bee’s curls. “They’re not you. So they don’t have a chance.”

He stilled.

That one sentence — calm, sure, like it was the most obvious fact in the world — hit him in the chest like a perfect downshift.

She tilted her head, studying him. “You really didn’t know?”

“I knew people looked,” he admitted.

Of course, they looked. He was aware of how Felicity looked: Sunglasses pushed to the top of her head. Hair windswept from the open pit lane. She had juice on her shirt, no makeup, and still — still — she looked like something out of a dream. Breakable and brilliant. All porcelain and fire.

Beautiful.

“I’m not blind. But I didn’t realise they were… like that.”

“I don’t even get why they are doing it,” Felicity snorted. “I look like someone who hasn’t slept properly since Bee was born. I have crusted juice on my shirt. I literally threw Goldfish crackers at our daughter to buy myself ten minutes.”

Oscar leaned back, exasperated. “And you still look better than anyone else here.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re just biased.”

“I’m jealous,” he corrected, then ran a hand through his hair. “God, I hate it. That guy didn’t even flinch when you said you were married.”

“He probably thought I was joking,” she said mildly. “People don’t really expect twenty-somethings to be married with kids.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened. “They should. You wear my name on your back.”

She shrugged. “They don’t matter. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

Oscar was across the space in a second.

He kissed her — slow, deep, a little desperate — hand sliding around her waist, pulling her in close. His other hand cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek like he had to remind himself she was real.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, breath shallow.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice low. “I know I don’t own you, but God, I feel it sometimes. Like you’ve always been mine.”

“I have. Since we were 15,” she whispered. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Even before you had a Wikipedia page.”

Oscar kissed her. Not rushed, not messy — but firm. Grounded. A kiss that said mine. A kiss that would’ve been indecent if she weren’t already wearing his name and carrying his child and his whole damn heart.

When he finally pulled back, she was breathless.

And across the room, Bee stirred, let out a sleepy sigh, and snuggled deeper into Oscar’s hoodie.

Felicity leaned in, kissed the corner of his mouth, and muttered, “You’re ridiculous when you’re jealous.”

He grinned. “You love it.”

“Unfortunately,” she sighed. “Yes.”

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the-fallen-blue · 4 months ago

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I've been seeing a lot of discourse about the Murderbot casting, to the tune of "Wells says she imagined it as brown"/"the narrator of the audiobook is a man"/"the writing just sounds female, the types of things it notices and cares to mention and the way it puts its sentences together is how a woman would"/"it's canonically agender wtf"/"agender people can look masculine you asshole"/"it's supposed to look big and average that means white male"/"that's your own cultural bias in play and evidence says the average in its universe is brown"/"that's your bias in play there's no ironclad indication what the average is in the Corporation Rim"/"here's every single canon description of Murderbot it has no canon physical attributes other than Tall it could be played by literally anyone Checkmate Atheists" etc etc etc and it all just... misses the point?

No one is annoyed with Skarsgård!MB because "white dude" isn't canon.

They're annoyed because written Murderbot presents a level of identification and recognition for them that "white dude" does not.

Or, in other words: it is difficult to imagine a level of abuse more profound than not having the freedom of your own literal thoughts, consigned to a cripplingly limited and cruel social role from which any deviation is met with brutal pain. And it is all too easy to imagine a demographic who are presumed violent, hostile, and inferior, good only for labor and violence, who must be controlled and denied and unpersoned for the good of the rest. The lines aren't hard to draw, here; Murderbot is deeply relatable to many people who are not (visibly masculine) white men, specifically because they are not (visibly masculine) white men. Because they share with it the experience of oppression, marginalization, and being known on sight as wrong, being punished for the slightest deviance. Because it is not just another in the long boring line of ten thousand thousand grizzled white space marine heroman types; it is the thematic opposite of that.

And yeah duh obviously you can look like a boilerplate white dude and still suffer plenty of oppression, but film is a visual medium. Character design is a crucial part of its language, especially when a specific character is the only example of its type available to the audience. It is a shorthand that the audience will understand as a reflection on the wider setting. Which means that casting Skarsgård is, whether they meant it or not, a subtle statement that the ultimate bigotry in Murderbot's universe is against and about conventional white dudes.

Or in other other words, you cannot refute complaints about Skarsgård!MB with ~canon~ because canon has nothing to do with it. It's a thematic inconsistency, a failure to understand the not the story's text, but its subtext and its place in the wider cultural conversation of sci-fi (or at least to accurately translate those meta considerations to the satisfaction of a decent segment of the audience).

Like you can still yell about how bullshit you think that is if you want. Casting's not that deep or it's an important queer metaphor to pass and still struggle or people have no inherent 'right' to representation or whatever else. I'm not telling anyone what to say or believe. But just understand that that's what you're actually arguing with (or for, for that matter), is all I'm saying.

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astrofaeology · 27 days ago

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Mars in the Signs

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ᡣ𐭩 Please support me by reposting, liking, following me and commenting your placement. Mars is one of the malefic planets in astrology it represents inplusivity and recklessness, however in modern astrology it also represents action and desire.

0º is the degree which doesn't have a coresponding sign assigned to it. It's a fresh new degree and will amplify the themes of the sign that it's in

Aries (1,13,25º) With Mars in its home sign, the impulse to act is immediate and powerful. These individuals possess a raw, untamed energy. They are often the first to volunteer, to start a new project, or to forge a path where none existed. Their anger, when triggered, is usually explosive but short-lived, like a wildfire that quickly burns out. They thrive on competition and personal challenges, seeing life as a series of quests to conquer. Their drive is intensely self-focused, which can make them seem selfish at times, but it's often more about initiating than about hoarding. They are naturally competitive and often excel in sports or any field requiring quick reflexes and courage.

Taurus (2, 14, 26°) When Mars resides in the earthy and fixed sign of Taurus, its fiery energy transforms into a powerful, persistent, and methodical drive. These individuals are motivated by a deep desire for stability, security, and tangible results, approaching their goals with unwavering endurance and a remarkable capacity for sustained effort. They are not easily rushed or swayed, building their lives and projects with deliberate care and meticulous attention to detail. While slow to anger, once provoked, their resolve is unshakeable, and their resistance to change can manifest as profound stubbornness. Their assertiveness is often expressed through their ability to acquire and maintain resources, focusing on creating comfort and material well-being.

Gemini (3, 15, 27°) Mars in Gemini channels its assertive energy into the realm of communication and intellect, making individuals quick-witted and highly adaptable. Their drive is fueled by an insatiable curiosity and a need for mental stimulation, leading them to constantly seek new information, ideas, and connections. They excel in debates, enjoy verbal sparring, and can effortlessly juggle multiple interests or projects simultaneously. However, this versatility can sometimes lead to scattered energy or restlessness if they lack sufficient mental engagement. Their anger often manifests through sharp words, cutting wit, or intellectual arguments, as they prefer to fight battles with their minds rather than through direct physical confrontation.

Cancer (4, 16, 28°) With Mars in the sensitive and emotional sign of Cancer, the planet's typically outward and assertive energy often becomes internalized or expressed through protective instincts. These individuals are deeply motivated by the need for emotional security and fiercely defend their loved ones and home. Their assertiveness can be indirect or passive-aggressive, as they may struggle with direct confrontation, preferring to retreat or use subtle emotional cues. When their boundaries are crossed, their protective nature can emerge with surprising force, similar to a crab snapping its claws. Their drive is profoundly linked to nurturing, belonging, and creating a safe haven, making them highly attuned to the emotional atmosphere around them.

Leo (5, 17, 29°) Mars in Leo ignites a bold, expressive, and confident drive, propelling individuals to take center stage and pursue their passions with dramatic flair. They are natural leaders who inspire others through their enthusiasm and unwavering belief in themselves. Their motivation stems from a powerful need for recognition, creative self-expression, and admiration for their unique talents. When angered, their reactions can be theatrical, loud, and demanding of attention, as they feel a strong sense of personal honor and pride that must be defended. This placement suggests a vibrant physical presence and a strong desire to leave a memorable mark through their actions and creative endeavors.

Virgo (6, 18° ) When Mars resides in the analytical and meticulous sign of Virgo, its energy is channeled into practical, efficient, and highly organized action. These individuals are driven by a powerful need for perfection, order, and improvement in all aspects of their lives. They are often highly skilled and precise in their work, focusing on details and striving for optimal functionality. Their assertiveness is expressed through diligent service, critical analysis, and problem-solving, as they are constantly seeking ways to refine and optimize. While they work tirelessly and effectively, their critical eye can sometimes turn inward, leading to self-criticism or anxiety if their high standards are not met.

Libra (7, 19°) Mars in Libra fosters a drive centered on balance, fairness, and the pursuit of harmonious relationships. These individuals are motivated by a deep desire for justice and equity, often acting as mediators or advocates for others. They prefer to achieve their goals through diplomacy, negotiation, and cooperation, instinctively seeking compromise rather than direct conflict. However, when pushed to their limits, especially regarding perceived injustices, they can become surprisingly fierce in their defense of principles. Their assertiveness may manifest as a strong commitment to partnerships or a drive to create beauty and equilibrium in their environment, though they might struggle with indecisiveness when personal desires conflict with the need for harmony.

Scorpio( 8, 20°) With Mars in its co-ruling sign of Scorpio, this placement imbues an incredibly intense, powerful, and strategic drive. These individuals are motivated by a profound need for transformation, uncovering secrets, and exerting deep influence. They possess immense willpower, unwavering determination, and the ability to endure incredible challenges to achieve their goals. Their anger is deep, brooding, and can be long-lasting, often manifesting as calculated revenge or an obsessive pursuit of what they desire. They are highly resourceful, passionate, and will commit fully to their chosen path, driven by an inner force that allows them to navigate profound emotional and psychological depths.

Sagittarius (9, 21°) Mars in Sagittarius ignites a boundless drive for exploration, freedom, and personal growth, propelling individuals towards new horizons and philosophical insights. They are optimistic, enthusiastic, and possess a strong desire to understand the larger meaning of life, whether through physical travel, academic pursuits, or spiritual quests. Their assertiveness is often expressed through direct, sometimes blunt, communication and a fiery conviction in their beliefs. While they are naturally adventurous and embrace change, their impulsive nature can lead to restlessness or a tendency to over-commit, constantly seeking the next great adventure or profound truth.

Capricorn (10, 22º) When Mars is in Capricorn, it operates with exceptional discipline, ambition, and a pragmatic focus on long-term achievement. This is an exalted placement, signifying that Mars's energy is channeled into highly effective and responsible action. These individuals are driven by a powerful desire for success, status, and material security, approaching their goals with unwavering determination and a strong work ethic. Their assertiveness is expressed in a controlled, authoritative manner, as they patiently strategize and overcome obstacles through sheer perseverance. They are motivated by a sense of duty and a need to build lasting structures, often excelling in leadership roles that require stability and strong organizational skills.

Aquarius (11, 23°) Mars in Aquarius fuels an independent, innovative, and often unconventional drive, pushing individuals to challenge the status quo and contribute to collective progress. Their energy is expressed through intellectual pursuits, group activities, and a passion for social reform, as they are motivated by a desire to create a more equitable and forward-thinking future. Their assertiveness can manifest as a detached rebellion against traditional norms or a sudden, unexpected outburst when their freedom or ideals are threatened. They are future-oriented thinkers who prefer to solve problems through logic and ingenuity, often finding unique and humanitarian approaches to their goals.

Pisces (12, 24°) With Mars in the compassionate and ethereal sign of Pisces, the assertive drive becomes more subtle, intuitive, and often indirect. These individuals are motivated by empathy, spiritual connection, and a deep desire to help others or express themselves through creative endeavors. They may struggle with direct confrontation, often preferring to avoid conflict or channel their assertiveness into artistic pursuits, healing modalities, or acts of quiet service. Their energy can be highly adaptive and chameleon-like, easily influenced by their environment. While they possess a gentle spirit, their drive is often fueled by a profound sense of compassion and a desire to bring peace and understanding to the world around them.

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myladysapphire · 11 months ago

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Love, the death of duty

duty part two

married near six years, you learn that duty is truly the death of love, and yet when Robbs brother, jon, returns to winterfell, you find that perhpas you where wrong, perhaps love is the death of duty.

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Jon Snow x Frey!reader/ Robb Stark x Frey!reader

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Jon snow had been at the wall for near ten years before he returned home. Ten years, six as lord commander before he was betrayed by his own men. And though he had gone to the wall of his own volition, a choice he made to better himself, to find a place in the world, he knew it was time to return to Winterfell. His brother Rob had written him begging him and asking for his homecoming, and even declaring as King he could commanded him home, and now he was finally listening.

He didn’t know what to expect, if he would be welcomed or scorned.

But one thing he did not expect was you.

He knew his brother had married, had had children, but never did he expect you to be his wife.

Someone of such beauty and kindness, and with such a profound view of duty it made his heart ache.

He had expected you to be harsh, almost too similar to the lady Catelyn. But instead, you had shown him nothing but kindness.

“Jon Snow?” you asked, approaching his as he brought his horse into the stable.

“My lady” he greeted, head bowing in recognition.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you” she spoke, a soft smile on her lips. And Jon had been struck instantly by you, you smile had stirred something in him that he had never felt before. And the way you had gone out of your way to greet him, even walking him to his rooms, rooms you had picked and had made ready for him.

You had made him feel welcomed in a way no one had before at Winterfell. Of course, his half siblings had always welcomed him, but he never found a home here, until you made sure he did.

“How far along are you” he asked, as you walked him to his chambers.

“Near eight moons now.”

“And it is your third?”

You flinched, had his eyes never left yours, stuck on you at every moment, he was sure he would have missed it.

“No, my second” you spoke that part with happiness, the second however was a tone he had hear many times, the tone of a lady fulfilling her duty, “Robbs third”.

He had never thought Robb would father a bastard, he knew of Jons woes and how hard his life had been, and yet he had actively gone about it. He felt nothing but anger at the fact and even more at the clear pain in your eyes. It was clear from the start what your marriage was, there was no love or respect, simply wedding vows long broken.

He shook his head in disappointment, “I am sorry, my lady, I did not know” he hesitated for a moment, as the doors to his chambers opened. They were different from his youth, where he now slept in the same halls as his half siblings and not in the servants quarters as he once had, “Robb only spoke of a wife and two children, I never thought-“

“Do not worry, Jon…I am not offended” you shook your head, turning to face him, “it is something I must bear…not you”.

“I am sorry, my lady” he bowed his head, as he entered his room.

“I hope it is to your liking, I…Sansa told me a few things that you liked in her visit a few moons ago, and Arya helped find the things you had left from before”.

“It is perfect, my lady…truly it is more than enough”.

You smiled, insisting he call you by your name, “let me know of anything you may need” you said turning to leave.

And Jon remained struck by you and your kindness, not many would make a bastard feel so welcome, especially one scorned as you had been.

They say that duty is the death of love, and that love is the death of duty.

You believed you were the very meaning of this statement.

Your marriage was a one of duty, such duty that love had died before it could even blossom, and where Robb had neglected his own duty to you, in favour of love, causing duty to die for him, and love to blossom. But not with you, never with you.

You had known that every day of your marriage.

Even more so the day she had died.

He had spent every moment of her labours beside her, a vast contrast to yours.

Holding her hand and crying tears of joy and then of grief.

And you realised you were only a duty, a duty he happily forgot of.

And yet for a year you had chosen to ignore it, only for more hurt to be caused.

And in the five moons since that day, the day where he chooses the ghost of a dead woman over his wife, you realised there would never be love where there was duty.

Though you painted the image of the dutiful wife, happy and content to be a wife, mother and lady, you still craved love.

Desired it.

Even if it was not with your husband.

There was nothing, not even respect to be found with him.

Not when know you lost all hope of ever having a marriage of love. It seemed to be the burden of woman. Where men can fuck and love as many women as they desire, woman are more often than not left with the duty of marriage.

You and Robb were strangers now, you had moved away from your old chambers, though still in the great keep, your rooms were now closer to Jon’s quarters than his.

Jon.

Your mind was stuck on him, though he seemed shy and guarded, you couldn’t stop of thinking of him. Assessing every detail of him, taking in every word he spoke, every action he did.

Of the ways his eyes followed you, how he seemed to hang on every word you said.

In all honestly, she sought him out more often than not, they even developed a routine. Spending their lunches together and always at beside each other at dinner.

And though you both had your duties, he had been given as hand of the king, and yet despite his ever-building duties, you both saw each other much more often than what was appropriate.

He made time for you where Robb neglected you.

He cared for you where Robb scorned you.

And as time passed, you found Cregan more in the presence of Jon than his own father, found yourself looking for Jon wherever you went you slowly realised that you loved Jon in a way you had only dreamt about loving Robb.

He was always there, either by your side or in your thoughts.

Whereas your husband was never there either in presence or thought, even less in the lives of his children.

He had no quells when Talissa mother came from the summer isles and took Minisa away, eland you had even less. A part of you wished you had cared more, having taken care of her for the past two years and yet you only felt slight relief when she left, though you would never admit it.

Even as you remember the conversation you and her had had years before.

“do you hate me?” you remember her asking, as she bounced baby Minisa in her arms, and you Cradled Cregan in yours.

“why do you think that?” you sighed, having only been civil, out of fear of facing a side of your husband you did not think existed.

“why shouldn’t i?”

“you are the reason I will never find love in my marriage, I resent you for it but I suppose you resent me for marrying Robb, for being his duty”

“I am more jealous, I am simple a mistress, the mother of his bastard, you are the wife the mother of his heir. You have everything-“

“no I don’t” you spoke softly, “I do not have love, respect or happiness in my marriage, I do not have a husband that wants me” you placed Cregan softly in his crib. “I do not hate you, but I will not be your friend…I can’t not when you have stolen the one thing I wanted…love”

“I didn’t mean too”

“I know, and that’s why I don’t hate you…Robb is the one at fault here, not us…and yet I must face the burden of his mistakes, I must act for duty where he can act for love…if I hate anyone it is him”

She nodded in understanding.

You stood in silence, watching your babes as they fell to sleep, neither of you saying a word.

As most of your time was spent with her.

“would you keep them apart?” she spoke after moments.

“they are siblings, half or not…I would not keep them apart if they did not want to be”

“good” she smiled.

And yet that had changed.

The day she died, the bed fever taking her and yet she had asked for you as she suffered in pain.

“do not hate her” she breathed, “I do not ask you to love her…but please don’t hate her” “I won’t” you swallowed, a feeling of sadness washing over you.

“my mother- my mother will come for her…please don’t let her” she breathed heavily, “I want her with Robb…please” she coughed, her eyes drooping.

Robb barged back in the room, stopping the conversation. And moons later you could do little to respect her final words as her mother took Minisa, little as Robb command her gone, and even less as a weight began to lift of your shoulder.

You hated it, how easy it was to forgo a dying woman’s final words, but you had forced her mother to write to Robb and allow Minisa to write to Creagan. You would let them know there sibling even if they were an ocean apart.

Your marriage was a farce and the birth of your second child was all the proof you needed to show that.

A moon since Jon return and yet you had grown more closer to him in a moon than you had with your husband in six years.

Where Robb had left both times you went into labour, taking days to visit, Jon had held your hand through it all, and had been the first after you and the midwife to hold the babe.

If anyone saw you both, the way he was with you every day and night, sleeping in your rooms, albeit on a coat, it would have been easy to assume he was your husband, especially with the way his gaze never left yours, his hand holding yours through your pains and never letting go, even after.

“What will you name him?” he asked, after you had finally been left alone, the babe cradled in his arm.

“Eddard, mayhaps” you started, though there was hesitation at the name, “I know Robb wanted to name…to name Minisa that is she were a boy”.

“So not Eddard” Jon spoke, handing the babe to you, he crouched to your side, “mayhaps Edric or Benjen?” he suggested, Benjen you assumed after his uncle.

You hummed, “Edric is a good name” tasting the name on your tongue, “Cregan and Edric”

“So, Edric Stark?” he spoke, tone soft as he gazed up at you.

“yes”

With the birth of your second, you deemed your Marriage officially over, you had given him and heir and a spare and even then, his sister Sansa had married Willis Tyrell and birthed her own sons, and Rickon had begun to court an Erena Glover. You were sure Robb would find no shortage of heirs and so was he. And he was more than content to let you be, ignoring your presence at any time bar feasts and officially Gatherings, or on occasion the few times he and you were in the same room with your children.

You and Jon however, your friendship had blossomed into so much more.

With lingering stares and casual touches, you felt your heart blossom in his presence.

no longer did you feel the chains of duty, no longer did the word duty fill your mind and taunt your nights.

Now the word love did.

Jon had been here six moons now and you were thoroughly and completely in love with him.

Your mind was always on him, you time spent with him or your children. Even Cregan and Edric spent more time with him than Robb.

Robb seemed to care little for the family, stuck in his own misery, misery he made himself and every effort to get out of it was half arsed and only done as a distraction with no true meaning to it.

But Love, you finally knew what it was, you felt it when Jon looked at you and when you looked at him and yet neither of you said it.

Neither of you were prepared to cross the line.

You were still married by law and in the eyes of the gods, and yet there was no marriage. Nothing of your marriage followed the meaning of the word.

Your heart belonged to Jon, you just needed to tell him.

A year into Jons homecoming and your fleeting romance though nothing ever was said or acted upon.

But now you stood under the weirwood tree, your heart bared to Jon.

“Jon” you whispered, his head in your lap, your hand running through his curls.

“yes?” he hummed, focusing his gaze away from the book he had been reading.

“I…I love you” you final spoke, after moons of feeling it, of the sheer desire for him and want to bare yourself to him. And yet you had waited, for what you did not know, but today, in this moment it felt perfect.

He smiled, a pure smile of joy at your words, as he quickly moved of your lap “I love you” he spoke in return, his face moving inches away from yours, your breaths becoming one for a moment before your lips where on his.

You had never kissed anyone before, even after all these years of marriage, only a small peck on your wedding day.

But this, a slow passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotions, your love into it was so different than a small dutiful peck.

Your lips followed his movements, moving with his, as he pulled you into his lap. Your hands moving to his hair as you continued to kiss.

A low moan left you, only to be swallowed by Jon as he began to kiss you harder, more passionately.

“Jon” you whimpered, separating your lips from his.

His face chasing yours as you moved away.

“what is it?” he hummed, his hands caressing your sides.

“anyone could see us…” though the thrill of being caught was not lost on you, you were still a married woman, and your children’s legitimacy would be put into question if you were caught.

He hummed, “come with me” he spoke, moving you off his lap before standing a reaching for your hand.

You had thought you had explored the gods woods in its entirety, found every nook and cranny and yet it seemed a youth spent running the woods had allowed Jon to find a spot only years spent getting lost in the woods would allow you to find.

It was a small cave, covered in leaves and blocked off by trees and endless bushes.

A small whole a the top allowed the summer sun to shine through, lighting up the small space and to reveal a moss covered floor.

“we could go back to your rooms…or mine” he spoke, hesitantly, unsure if you would approve of his small little space. It was clear that he had been here a good few time, like this was his space away from everyone, and the basket sat in the corner was a clear indicator of it. With a blanket, a book and an old bottle of wine.

you turned to face him, “its fine…we can save a bed for another time” you said, before leaning up and pressing your lips to his once more, in a heated, sloppy kiss.

He slowly backed you into the wall as he kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist as he began to play the laces on the side of your dress.

You gently pushed him off you, sending him a teasing smile as you started to undress in front of him.

You had never been fully naked in front of anyone, not even Robb, something always stayed on, a barrier from truly being intimate.

And as Jon joined you, undressing himself and allowing you both to stand bare before the other, you had never felt more intimate. Never felt that a moment was more right.

With you sat upon the blanket, Jon moved towards you, caressing your face and leaning his body over yours.

Your eyes locked in a heated gaze as your lips modelled together in a heated, passionate kiss.

His body grinding against yours as his hands moved to cup your breasts.

“your beautiful” he spoke, placing soft kisses on your lips, before moving down your body towards your breasts and placing soft kisses around your nipple, before taking your breast in to his mouth, licking and sucking as he did.

You moaned as he alternated between your breasts, Your gripped his hair, tugging softly at each flick of his tongue.

“your perfect” he spoke once more, letting go of your breast, “I love you” he whispered before moving down your body and licked at your folds, causing you to whimper and moan even more.

Your hands found there way to his hair once more. And they always seemed to, you loved his hair, his curls, even more so now as the peeped out between your thigsh as he lapped at your cunt.

“Jon” you moaned, as you felt a pleasure your own fingers nor Robb had ever given you before, it was overwhelming, the sensation filling your senses as he continued to lick at your clit, and slowly brought his fingers to your entrance.

Groaning as his fingers entered your, he relished in the tightness of your cunt.

He continued to lap at your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, licking at your heat as if he was a man starved and you were his last meal.

You felt your peak fast approaching, your hands gripping and tugging his hair harder, your legs wrapping around his head in away you were sure would choke him.

“JON!” you screamed as your peak finally hit your cunt clenching tightly around his fingers as you came.

You swallowed roughly as he moved up your body, taking your mouth with his in a possessive kiss, the taste of you evident on your tongue.

His hard cock was positioned between your thighs.

“can i?” he breathed against your lips.

“yes.” You breathed, and he finally entered you.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, allowing you time to adjust to his cock.

After so long, with only your fingers, the feeling of a cock, of Jon was more than enough to send you over the edge as he became to thrust in and out of you, hi space moving picking up, as your legs wrapped around his waist.

He groaned into your neck, as your cunt tightened around him.

Your peak fast approaching.

“I’m going to cum” he moaned into you, as your cunt fluttered around his cock.

“gods” you moaned, your arms pulling hi closer to you, urging him to finish inside of you.

“where?” he breathed, his pace moving faster and faster as he chased his pleasure, as you came down from your own.

“Inside!” you moaned.

He looked at you unsure, but as your legs pushed in closer to you, your hands arms pulling you in as you urged him to cum, he let go and his seed filled you.

And a part of you hoped it took root.

Days blurred together as your affair blossomed.

You woke up and fell asleep in his arms every night. Every meal was shared. And you treated Jon like a husband, and you were treated as a wife.

Words of love and acts of affection was shared and no ounce of you regretted your actions.

Love.

The word circled his mind when he looked at you and Jon.

Robb Stark, with all his faults and flaws, would be the first to admit he had ruined all chances of being a good husband the day he feel in love with Talisa, and now, when he had given himself into the desires of wanting you for a wife, of the comforts that came with it, he had gone and ruined it, worse than he ever could of imagined he would.

He was not cruel or cunning and yet too you he was.

To you he was a neglectful man, and absent father and a terrible husband.

He would be the first to admit that part was true.

But he was a good king, that had to account for something?

But now you had found love as he once had, but with his own brother and no part of him wanted to stop it, though he craved the idea of him in Jons place, as he was sure a part of Jon craved his own place.

He watched you both, how your eyes danced with one another in silent conversation only you both understood, how your hand was always touching him or his was always touching you.

That he thought he could live with, he himself a cheating husband. First a mistress now whores in brothels.

A wife having and affair with his brother was fine, as long as they were happy.

Even after he had caught them in bed, or as she told him of the babe in her belly.

But then he started to watch you both carefully, how you interacted together in public and in private, of the makeshift marriage you had made, and of how Jon had become what he had failed at.

And he realised just how bad of a father he had become.

“father!” Cregan shouted in greeting, but not at him, at Jon.

He hadn’t even seen him, and had ran straight for Jon, who had swept him up in his arms and placed a kiss to his cheek.

It wasn’t his first time calling Jon father, and Robb was sure it wouldn’t be the last, not as you walked over, Edric in your arms, only for him to say “papa” at the sight of Jon.

He swallowed harshly, storming out of the room before they could see or hear him.

And he suffered the harsh reality that you once had, but this time, it was deserved.

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astrologydray · 3 months ago

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Juno through the degrees

Juno represents commitment, marriage, soul contracts, and the qualities we seek in a long-term partner. Its degree placement can add nuance to how Juno’s themes manifest in your life.

1° – Independence & Pioneering Commitment

• Seeks a partner who is bold, independent, and willing to take the lead.

• Relationships may involve trailblazing energy or new beginnings.

2° – Sensitivity & Emotional Bonding

• Needs emotional security and a strong intuitive connection in relationships.

• Could attract a partner who is nurturing yet sensitive.

3° – Curiosity & Communication in Relationships

• A partnership thrives on intellectual exchange and constant learning.

• Attracted to a witty or socially adaptable partner.

4° – Stability & Security in Commitment

• Deep need for a solid, dependable relationship foundation.

• Commitment may feel like a duty or responsibility.

5° – Adventure & Freedom in Commitment

• A relationship that allows for personal freedom and exploration is necessary.

• Attracted to adventurous or unconventional partners.

6° – Service & Harmony in Relationships

• A nurturing, balanced, and healing energy in partnerships.

• May feel a duty to help or heal a partner.

7° – Spiritual & Mystical Connections

• Drawn to fated, soulmate-like partnerships.

• A relationship may have a strong spiritual or telepathic bond.

8° – Power & Transformation in Commitment

• Relationships may involve deep power dynamics, passion, and intensity.

• Could attract a strong-willed or ambitious partner.

9° – Expansion & Higher Learning in Love

• Values growth, wisdom, and philosophical alignment in a relationship.

• May attract partners from different cultural or spiritual backgrounds.

10° – Authority & Structure in Marriage

• A serious approach to commitment with long-term goals in mind.

• May marry someone with status or strong leadership qualities.

11° – Unconventional & Progressive Unions

• May be drawn to unique, non-traditional partnerships.

• Prefers a relationship with intellectual stimulation and independence.

12° – Dreamy & Romantic Soulmate Bonds

• Can experience idealistic or karmic love connections.

• Needs emotional depth and fantasy in relationships.

13° – Transformation & Passion in Love

• May undergo major relationship rebirths or intense changes.

• Passionate, sometimes obsessive connections.

14° – Communication & Mental Stimulation in Relationships

• A need for deep conversations and a mentally engaging partner.

• May struggle with overanalyzing commitment.

15° – Charm & Magnetic Love Energy

• Relationships may feel fated or involve strong attraction.

• A balance between love, luxury, and devotion.

16° – Sudden Shifts & Unpredictable Love

• Unconventional relationships; may experience sudden breakups or new beginnings.

• Needs a partner who embraces change.

17° – Perseverance & Deep Loyalty in Love

• Commitment is taken seriously, and patience is key.

• Seeks a partner with strong willpower.

18° – Intuition & Emotional Intensity

• Love is deeply intuitive, with an emphasis on psychic or emotional bonds.

• May experience profound spiritual connections.

19° – Magnetic & Charismatic Love

• Attracts relationships that involve admiration or public recognition.

• A dynamic and influential partnership.

20° – Dedication & Traditional Values in Love

• Prefers long-lasting, structured relationships.

• May marry for security or legacy-building.

21° – Adventurous & Open-Minded Love

• Relationships thrive with exploration and cultural exchange.

• A partner may have a free-spirited nature.

22° – Mastery & Karmic Relationship Themes

• A fated degree; relationships often involve lessons or major responsibilities.

• Commitment may involve leadership or shared ambitions.

23° – Social & Charismatic Love Connections

• Enjoys popularity, networking, and socially active partners.

• Relationship may be publicly admired.

24° – Sensual & Devoted Love

• Deep emotional and physical loyalty in relationships.

• Attracts a sensual, affectionate, and stable partner.

25° – Visionary & Revolutionary Love

• Partnerships may feel destined to change the world in some way.

• Could be drawn to activism or humanitarian bonds.

26° – Practical & Hard-Working Commitment

• Marriage is approached with responsibility and diligence.

• Prefers a partner who shares long-term goals.

27° – Mysterious & Enigmatic Love

• May experience hidden or secretive relationships.

• A need for deep emotional intimacy.

28° – Fated, Soulmate-Like Unions

• Often linked to karmic or twin-flame relationships.

• A deeply transformative love life.

29° – Critical Degree of Relationships

• Relationships may involve intense, life-changing lessons.

• Can feel a strong urge to find “the one” before it’s too late.

30° – Completion & Divine Union

• Represents the final evolution of Juno’s energy in a sign.

• A deeply fulfilling or spiritually aligned relationship path.

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my-castles-crumbling · 8 months ago

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quiet - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 220

"I'm going to be back late tonight," James said, not even bothering to fight back the smile on his face. "I'm meeting up with Reg."

While Remus and Peter nodded, Sirius let out an annoyed groan. "Another date with my brother? Gods, Prongs, what do you two even talk about? He's so quiet!"

James knew Sirius loved Regulus and accepted him for who he was. He merely made fun of him because they were such profound opposites. But all he could think about was the last time he'd gotten a few moments alone with Regulus. How Regulus, after only a few prompting questions, had spent over an hour telling James all about his obsession with Muggle literature. How the younger boy's eyes had lit up and he'd talked so animatedly when he'd seen James paying attention and following along with his explanations. James had hardly gotten a word in edgewise.

And he'd loved every moment of it.

"Thanks..." Regulus had murmured, blushing a bit, after he'd stopped explaining, "for listening. I know it's not that interesting, but-"

"Of course I listened," James had interrupted, refusing to allow Regulus to believe his thoughts were unworthy of recognition. "I care."

"He talks more than you'd think," James said to Sirius, smiling dreamily, hoping desperately to get Regulus to talk like that again.

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loveemagicpeace · 3 months ago

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🌹💫 How to Manifest According to Your Venus

Aries Venus

Manifesting Power:You can manifest through -Bold action, courage, and confidence. You manifestations are quickly by initiating new projects, relationships, or creative endeavors. You are spontaneous and assertive in your approach, making things happen through sheer willpower. You go after what you want without hesitation, often using your natural leadership qualities to inspire others and create opportunities. You thrive in the chase and can manifest by taking risks and being adventurous.

Possessions & Power: You possess a magnetic, fiery energy that makes you stand out in any crowd. Your power lies in your ability to move forward fearlessly, often leading others through example.

Beauty: Dynamic, independent, and confident. Your beauty comes from your energy and assertiveness—people are drawn to your drive and boldness.

Taurus Venus

Manifesting Power: Patience, persistence, and sensuality. Venus in Taurus manifests through a slow but steady approach, believing in long-term growth and stability. You create abundance by building solid foundations. You attract things through your loyalty and consistency. Your manifesting methods include creating beauty and comfort around you—whether through your environment, food, or relationships. Venus in Taurus takes time to cultivate and grow things of value.

Possessions & Power: You possess a natural ability to attract wealth and security, both material and emotional. Your power lies in your ability to create comfort and stability in your own life and for those you love.

Beauty: Earthy, grounded, and sensual. Your beauty is calm and soothing, exuding elegance and grace. You appreciate beauty in the simple things and radiate a warm, welcoming presence.

Gemini Venus

Manifesting Power: Communication, wit, and adaptability. Venus in Gemini manifests through their intellectual curiosity and social connections. You attract by speaking your truth, expressing ideas, and building relationships.You manifest by engaging with others and using your words to connect and persuade. You thrive on variety and intellectual stimulation, so manifesting often involves learning new things, networking, or writing.

Possessions & Power: You possess an innate charm and intellectual power. Your strength lies in your ability to adapt to different situations and communicate effectively.

Beauty: Clever, youthful, and playful. Your beauty comes from your quick wit and social grace. You charm others with your curiosity and light-hearted nature, making them seem endlessly interesting.

Cancer Venus

Manifesting Power: You manifest through emotion, through deep knowing, through the love you pour into the world. When you nurture something—whether it’s a relationship, a dream, or a home—it flourishes. The universe rewards your care with abundance. You can manifest deep love, emotional security, and profound soul connections. You don’t chase—you attract by making people feel seen in ways they never have before. You create spaces where people feel safe, and in return, life nurtures you back.Your beauty is soft yet powerful, like the moon reflecting on water. Your presence lingers, wrapping people in a warmth they didn’t know they needed. You are unforgettable.

Leo Venus

Manifesting Power: Charisma, creativity, and confidence. Venus in Leo manifests through their radiant personality and creative expression. You attract attention by being bold, generous, and shining brightly in everything you do. You manifest by embracing your leadership qualities, expressing themselves boldly, and showing love openly. Your approach to manifestation is dramatic and passionate, often involving the creative arts or public recognition.

Possessions & Power: You possess natural authority and charm. Your power lies in your creativity and ability to inspire others through your self-expression.

Beauty: Magnificent, regal, and confident. Your beauty is bold and captivating, often exuding an air of royalty. You have a magnetic presence that commands attention without effort.

Virgo Venus

Manifesting Power: Precision, practicality, and service. Venus in Virgo manifests by focusing on details, organization, and improving the lives of others. You attract by being helpful, grounded, and practical. You manifest through hard work, dedication, and service to others. Your method involves creating order, improving systems, and paying attention to the small things that make a big difference.

Possessions & Power: You possess an analytical mind and an ability to refine and perfect things. Your power lies in your ability to improve and enhance everything you touch.

Beauty: Subtle, natural, and earthy. Your beauty is understated, found in your simplicity, cleanliness, and attention to detail. You radiate an inner calm and serenity.

Libra Venus

Manifesting Power: You manifest by creating harmony, by moving through life with grace, by embodying pure elegance. You don’t chase—people, money, love… they all come to you because of the beauty you bring into the world. You can manifest partnerships, luxury, and artistic success. The more beauty you cultivate around you, the more effortlessly abundance flows into your life.

Possessions & Power: You possess a natural ability to create peace and beauty around you. Your strength lies in your ability to create unity and bring people together.

Beauty: Graceful, elegant, and refined. Your beauty is sophisticated and alluring, often defined by your sense of style and charm. You have a naturally balanced, appealing appearance.Your beauty is effortless, refined, intoxicating. You have it, that unnameable thing that makes people want to be near you. Your energy is pure poetry.

Scorpio Venus

Manifesting Power: Intensity, transformation, and magnetism. Venus in Scorpio manifests through deep emotional connections and personal transformation. You attract by embracing your emotional power and embracing vulnerability. You manifest by diving into the depths of emotion and allowing your intense feelings to guide you. You often manifest through personal transformation, relationships, or by letting go of old emotional baggage. You can manifest transformation, profound love, and deep healing. You don’t just want something—you become it. And in that becoming, it comes to you.

Possessions & Power: You possess deep emotional wisdom and a transformative power that allows you to heal yourself and others. Your power lies in your ability to experience and overcome profound emotional challenges.

Beauty: Mysterious, intense, and magnetic. Your beauty is often associated with your depth and emotional intensity. People are drawn to your powerful presence and unspoken allure.

Sagittarius Venus

Manifesting Power: You manifest by expanding your horizons, chasing the unknown, and trusting the universe to bring you exactly what you need. You are ruled by adventure, freedom, and belief—when you want something, you don’t worry about how it will happen. You know it will. You can manifest travel, excitement, wisdom, and lovers who challenge and inspire you. Your magic is in your faith—the more you trust in possibility, the more doors open for you. Life rewards your fearlessness with thrilling opportunities.

Possessions & Power: You possess an expansive, adventurous spirit that drives you to seek knowledge and new experiences. Your power lies in their ability to inspire others and to create powerful life for yourself. : Saying yes to the unknown, believing in abundance, and always seeking the next great adventure.

Beauty: You often appear youthful and radiant, with an infectious energy. Your beauty is wild, untamed, and electric. People are drawn to your energy, your laughter, the way you make the world feel bigger. Your presence is an open road, full of endless adventure.

Capricorn Venus

Manifesting Power: Discipline, ambition, and practicality. Venus in Capricorn manifests by working hard, setting goals, and building solid foundations. You attract through your determination and ability to create long-term success. You can manifest status, financial security, and deep, unshakable commitment. You don’t rush—because you know anything worth having requires time and patience.

Possessions & Power: You possess an innate ability to achieve material success and stability. Your power lies in your discipline, strategic thinking, and long-term planning.

Beauty: Classic, sophisticated, and timeless. Your beauty is refined, often with a sense of maturity and authority. Youexude elegance and can look effortlessly put together.

Aquarius Venus

Manifesting Power: Innovation, individuality, and idealism. Venus in Aquarius manifests through creativity, unconventional ideas, and progressive thinking. You attract by embracing uniqueness and pushing boundaries. You manifest by thinking outside the box and using your originality to create change. You attract people and opportunities that align with your ideals and vision for the future.

Possessions & Power: You possess the power of innovation and independence, often being ahead of your time. Your strength lies in your ability to see possibilities that others may miss.

Beauty: Eccentric, futuristic, and unconventional. Your beauty is often unique, defined by your originality and individualistic flair. You stand out by not conforming to traditional beauty standards.

Pisces Venus

Manifesting Power: Compassion, intuition, and spirituality. Venus in Pisces manifests through empathy, imagination, and emotional depth. You attract through your ability to dream and see the beauty in everything. You manifest by tuning into your intuition and dreams, often using creative outlets like art or music. Your manifesting process is subtle, often relying on your emotional connections and faith.

Possessions & Power: You possess an artistic soul and an ability to connect with others on a deep emotional level. Your power lies in your creativity and your ability to inspire with love and compassion.

Beauty: Ethereal, dreamy, and enchanting. Your beauty is otherworldly, often soft, fluid, and gentle. You radiate a serene, almost mystical charm that draws others to you.

-Rebekah🦋🌊🍓

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rainydetectiveglitter · 6 months ago

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Astro Notes

🌞 Sun in the 6H — The Sun in the house of labor, illness, and service directs your vitality toward structure and hard work. You are driven to find purpose and recognition in environments of routine and functionality. This position speaks of leadership through service, but there is also a call to rise above being underappreciated or overworked. Your life path is defined by crafting stability in often overlooked spaces.

🌙 Moon in the 8H — The Moon here ties your emotional life to themes of shared resources, death, and deep transformation. Your instincts are heightened when dealing with the unseen or emotional undercurrents of others. You might feel a constant tension between security and uncertainty, but this grants you a unique ability to rebuild from loss. Subtle emotional mastery develops as you navigate hidden realms of intimacy and power.

🗣 Mercury in the 5H — Mercury shines in this house of pleasure and creativity, giving you a lively mind for joyful expression. Artistic, romantic, or recreational endeavors thrive under your ability to weave intellect into fun. You communicate with wit and charm, making you skilled at teaching or storytelling. Romantic pursuits may unfold around shared humor or stimulating conversations.

💖 Venus in the 6H — Venus in the house of duty brings grace and charm to your daily habits. You value harmony in work and practical environments, often excelling in professions related to wellness, aesthetics, or partnerships. This placement makes it easy to form positive collaborations, but you might need to guard against becoming overly attached to routines or acts of service as your only source of pleasure.

🔥 Mars in the 6H — Mars here energizes and agitates themes of labor and routine. Hardworking and disciplined, you tackle challenges with focus but may face conflicts in work or health-related areas. This placement thrives in environments demanding precision and endurance but can push too far into stress or burnout. Success comes through learning to channel your drive without depleting your energy.

💫 Jupiter in the 4H — Your foundation is imbued with abundance and expansion. A fortunate home life or strong cultural ties may support your growth. This placement often points to a joyful upbringing or a prosperous inheritance, whether literal or symbolic. You feel most fulfilled when nurturing your roots and creating a sanctuary for yourself or others.

⏳ Saturn in the 8H — Saturn brings gravity to matters of shared wealth and the mysteries of life. You face karmic lessons in accepting the limits of control in financial or transformative circumstances. Through steady diligence, you develop mastery in managing the boundaries of resources and intimacy. Inheritance or debts, both literal and metaphorical, may present challenges that ultimately forge resilience.

⚡ Uranus in the 7H — Relationships are avenues of change and awakening. Your partnerships often involve unconventional dynamics or sudden turns, pushing you to redefine connection and freedom. You may be drawn to partners who challenge societal norms, and you inspire those around you by modeling individuality within commitment.

🌊 Neptune in the 7H — A dreamy quality surrounds your unions, blending love with ideals and sometimes illusions. This placement highlights spiritual and creative partnerships, but discernment is key to avoiding disillusionment. True fulfillment arises when connections allow for shared higher vision without losing clarity or authenticity.

🗝 Pluto in the 5H — Creative and romantic expressions carry depth and intensity. You experience transformation through your pursuit of joy, often finding that the most meaningful moments come after profound change or loss. Whether through art, children, or love, you approach these areas with a powerful magnetism that leaves lasting impacts.

🦋 Chiron in the 3H — Early struggles with communication or learning fuel your eventual mastery in these areas. You might serve as a guide to others, offering wisdom on finding one's voice or bridging divides. Vulnerability becomes a strength, making your insights resonate deeply.

🌿 Ceres in the 10H — Your nurturing gifts influence your public reputation or career. People see you as a caretaker or a provider, often turning to you for support in times of need. Professional fulfillment lies in roles that allow you to nourish others or grow something meaningful.

🛡 Pallas in the 8H — Your strategies shine in the realm of transformation and shared power. You excel at navigating complex emotional or financial terrains with clarity and ingenuity. This placement suggests a gift for guiding yourself and others through shadow work or difficult but necessary changes.

💍 Juno in the 4H — Deep commitment to home and family defines your partnerships. Your closest bonds are shaped by shared roots or a mutual goal of creating emotional security. Marriage or long-term unions may play out with themes of loyalty tied to domestic life.

🔥 Vesta in the 9H — Your dedication to truth and exploration defines your life’s sacred purpose. Whether through higher learning, spiritual journeys, or philosophical pursuits, you treat these endeavors with reverence. You are fueled by a desire to seek and embody wisdom.

🌀 Node in the 5H — Your destiny pulls you toward embracing joy, passion, and creation. Past tendencies to focus on group dynamics or intellectual detachment are now transformed through personal, heartfelt expression. Growth comes through tapping into your ability to inspire through love and art.

🐍 Lilith in the 10H — Lilith's placement here marks your public image with raw, defiant energy. Others may view your career or reputation as unorthodox, even rebellious, and you might find yourself challenging the expectations society places on you. This is a powerful placement for claiming authenticity, but it may come at the price of being misunderstood. Through embracing your unique vision, you become a force others cannot ignore.

🍀 Fortune in the 11H — Prosperity flows through your connections with groups and shared ideals. Alliances and friendships often lead to unforeseen blessings, with luck arising when you collaborate on collective endeavors. Engaging with like-minded communities opens doors to fulfillment and opportunity.

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loufr6 · 4 months ago

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what’s coming next in your love life?

pick a pile based on the eyeshadow color that calls to you, click on the picture and take a moment to focus on each color, its name, and the feeling it gives you. trust your intuition and choose the one that draws you in the most. ♡

just a reminder: this pick a pile isn’t made with tarot or runes. it’s based solely on the colors, their intensity, their names, and the intuition i received through meditation. each pile holds a unique energy that’s been channeled through the vibrancy of these colors, so trust what you’re drawn to!

pile 1: psychedelic

your love life is about to get exciting, unpredictable, and full of passion. this pile suggests an electrifying connection—whether it’s someone new or a rekindling of an old flame. the name psychedelic hints at a relationship that feels almost surreal, something that challenges your usual patterns and makes you see love differently. the sparkles represent fun, playfulness, and a bit of drama, so expect unexpected twists, flirtation, and deep emotional highs. if you’ve been stuck in a routine, this next phase will break you out of it in a dazzling way.

pile 2: heroine

love is coming into your life with depth, intensity, and transformation. the deep navy blue color suggests a love story that is powerful, possibly even overwhelming at times. heroine implies a narrative of strength, self-discovery, and emotional courage. this could indicate a connection that pushes you to grow, forces you to face emotional wounds, or brings out a side of you that you’ve kept hidden. it might not be an easy romance, but it will be profound and meaningful, helping you redefine what love truly means to you.

pile 3: star

your love life is stepping into the spotlight—something magical, destined, and possibly even public is on the horizon. the metallic finish and sparkles suggest an energy of attraction, admiration, and even divine timing. star symbolizes hope, renewal, and fate, meaning you could be encountering a soulmate-like connection or someone who feels meant to be. this could also indicate recognition in love—someone seeing you for who you truly are and adoring you. expect moments of clarity, excitement, and joy, as if the universe is aligning things perfectly for you.

pile 4: truth

a straightforward, honest, and grounding love is coming your way. this pile suggests a romance built on trust, transparency, and emotional security. truth implies that any illusions or fantasies about love are being stripped away, leaving you with something real and sincere. this could mean meeting someone who aligns deeply with your values or having an important conversation that clears the air in your love life. no sparkles here—just raw, authentic love, free from unnecessary drama. if you’ve been searching for stability, this is a sign that something long-term and genuine is on the horizon.

which pile did you pick? let me know in the comments! ♡

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plutosunshine · 6 months ago

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What trauma can become your power? Chiron in the houses

Chiron in the 1st house

Chiron in the first house signifies a deep inner wound related to personal identity, self-esteem, and the sense of self. This may stem from trauma experienced in early life when a person felt inadequate, rejected, or misunderstood in their unique expressions. Individuals with this placement often struggle to justify their existence, prove their worth, or meet others’ expectations to earn love and recognition.

However, this wound can become a source of incredible strength. Over time, individual learns to accept themselves as they are, with all their imperfections, vulnerabilities, and unique traits. This journey of self-discovery and acceptance not only helps heal their wound but also inspires others who face similar inner conflicts. Chiron in the first house makes a person highly sensitive to issues of individuality and self-expression, and their personal struggle with these themes becomes a powerful tool for helping others.

Chiron in the 2nd house

Chiron in the second house often indicates a wound related to self-worth, self-esteem, and material security. People with this placement may experience feelings of inadequacy, inner shame, or fear from an early age, believing they are undeserving of abundance or stability. They might have faced situations where their value was questioned by others, or they struggled to identify what makes them unique and worthy.

However, this wound carries the potential for profound transformation. As individual begins to work on recognizing their true worth, they can develop a powerful sense of inner resilience and learn to view the material world as a tool for growth rather than a source of fear. By overcoming self-doubt, they can become an inspiring example for others, demonstrating that a person’s value is not determined by external circumstances but emerges from inner confidence and self-acceptance.

Chiron in the second house has the power to transform this wound into a source of strength, helping the individual not only to build their self-esteem but also to guide others in discovering their true worth. Such a person may develop a unique gift for healing issues related to money, abundance, and self-worth, both in their own life and in the lives of those around them.

Chiron in the 3rd house

Chiron’s wound in the third house is associated with themes of communication, learning, self-expression, and interactions with the immediate environment, including siblings, neighbors, and close acquaintances. This placement may point to painful experiences related to the inability to be heard or understood, fear of saying the wrong thing, feelings of intellectual inadequacy, or traumas in relationships with relatives. A person with this placement often struggles with internal conflicts around expressing their thoughts and ideas, feeling that their voice does not matter or that their words are not taken seriously.

However, this wound can become a source of strength when the individual finds ways to overcome their inner fears and begins to see their experience as a unique gift. This transformative process often involves recognizing the value of their own voice and the power of words. Such individuals are capable of developing exceptional communication skills and becoming sources of support and inspiration for others. They may excel as teachers, writers, counselors, or lecturers, helping others overcome fears and learn self-expression. Their early pain teaches them to be attentive listeners and empathetic conversationalists, sensitive to the subtleties of communication and able to create a space for meaningful dialogue.

Chiron in the 4th house

Chiron’s wound in the fourth house is associated with matters of home, family, roots, and emotional security. This can manifest as a sense of lacking warmth, acceptance, or support during childhood, feeling alienated from one’s relatives, or an inability to find a place that feels like “home.” A person with this placement may experience an internal conflict between the desire to put down roots and the fear of being rejected or emotionally vulnerable.

However, the potential for transformation arises through working with this wound. By overcoming these inner fears and learning to create a sense of home within themselves, the individual can become a source of support for others, particularly for those who face similar challenges. They learn to transform pain into strength, developing a deep understanding of emotional needs and creating a space where others feel safe and accepted.

This wound becomes a source of strength when the individual recognizes that their ability to be empathetic, caring, and supportive has grown out of their own pain. This experience helps them build strong connections with others, grounded in genuine emotional depth and sincerity. A person with Chiron in the fourth house can become a symbol of healing energy within the context of family and emotional relationships.

Chiron in the 5th house

Chiron in the fifth house is often associated with a deep wound related to self-expression, creativity, love, and inner joy. People with this placement may feel unworthy of being in the spotlight, fear rejection for their talents, or struggle with insecurity in matters of personal fulfillment. This can manifest as a sense that their creativity is not valuable enough or as painful experiences connected to romantic relationships.

However, this wound, when worked through, can become a source of incredible strength. Those with Chiron in the fifth house have the potential to gain profound insight into how to help others embrace their uniqueness, support them in finding joy, and express their creativity. They can become mentors, inspiring others to overcome their fears and be true to themselves. This transformation not only makes them stronger but also more empathetic to the suffering of others, allowing them to use their wounds as a tool for healing, both for themselves and for those around them.

Chiron in the 6th house

Chiron’s wound in the sixth house is associated with a sense of inadequacy in daily life, service to others, and care for one’s body and health. People with this placement may experience inner conflicts stemming from feelings that they are not good enough in their work, that their efforts are undervalued, or that they are unable to care for themselves or others in the way they desire. This can manifest as chronic anxiety, difficulties establishing a healthy routine, or a tendency toward perfectionism that drains their energy.

However, this wound can become a powerful source of strength. A person with Chiron in the sixth house has the ability to transform their struggles into profound wisdom and an understanding of how to navigate daily challenges. They can become excellent mentors, healers, or specialists who help others organize their lives, overcome work-related difficulties, or improve their health. This experience teaches them to embrace imperfection in themselves and others and use it as a foundation for growth.

The core strength here lies in approaching oneself and others with compassion, recognizing the value of even the smallest efforts, and helping others find harmony in their everyday lives. Such individuals become a source of inspiration, demonstrating that wounds do not define us but can serve as a foundation for meaningful service that brings joy and purpose.

Chiron in the 7th house

Chiron’s wound in the seventh house is often associated with painful experiences in relationships and challenges related to finding a balance between oneself and a partner. This can manifest as feelings of rejection, disappointment in love, fear of intimacy, or a constant need to please others at the expense of one’s own needs.

However, like any Chiron wound, this trauma carries immense potential for healing and transformation. By recognizing their fears, failures, and behavioral patterns, individuals with this placement can develop deep empathy, wisdom, and the ability to support others through emotional and personal crises. This wound becomes a source of strength when they learn to harmonize with themselves, find a balance between independence and closeness, and build healthy relationships based on respect and mutual understanding. In doing so, they become an example for others, inspiring deeper and more conscious connections.

Chiron in the 8th house

Chiron in the eighth house often indicates deep emotional wounds related to themes of loss, transformation, intimacy, or matters of life and death. This can manifest through painful experiences such as betrayal, fear of losing control, or difficulties trusting others in close relationships. However, these very wounds can become a source of incredible strength and inner growth if the person is willing to recognize their significance and transform their experience.

Healing pain in the eighth house is possible through embracing vulnerability and exploring the power of transformation. This process can turn the fear of change into an ability not only to accept transitions but also to help others navigate through periods of crisis. People with Chiron in the eighth house can become remarkable mentors or healers, possessing a unique ability to understand others’ pain on a deep level and show them paths to healing. Their strength is born from the realization that true transformation begins with accepting the darker aspects of oneself, ultimately leading to inner freedom and empowerment.

Chiron in the 9th house

Chiron’s wound in the ninth house is associated with deep scars in the realms of higher education, philosophy, faith, the search for meaning, and travel. A person may feel an inner conflict or insecurity in their beliefs, doubt their own knowledge, or experience the pain of being unable to find their place within a worldview system. This wound often manifests as a sense of rejection of their ideas or beliefs or as a feeling of losing connection with something greater—be it cultural, spiritual, or intellectual belonging.

However, it is precisely through working with this wound that a person can gain immense strength. Chiron teaches us to heal our pain by sharing our experiences with others. The wound of the ninth house can become a source of wisdom if one recognizes that their unique journey, even if it has been full of doubt and searching, can inspire and guide others. They may become a teacher, philosopher, or guide, helping others find meaning in life and expand the boundaries of their worldview. By accepting their wound, the person becomes open to a diversity of perspectives, which makes them incredibly wise and tolerant. Thus, Chiron’s wound in the ninth house transforms into a source of strength, helping not only the individual but also those around them, building bridges between different cultures, religions, or philosophical systems.

Chiron in the 10th house

Chiron in the 10th house indicates wounds related to social status, career, achievements, and attitudes toward authority. This may manifest as a feeling of inability to achieve success or fear of responsibility. Such individuals often face criticism from society or loved ones, which can lead to self-doubt and uncertainty about their professional abilities. However, this vulnerability can become their strength if they recognize their fears and transform them into wisdom.

By overcoming the inner conflict tied to self-esteem and societal recognition, a person with Chiron in the tenth house can become a mentor to others, helping them overcome their own professional and personal barriers. This wound can provide a deep understanding of the nature of leadership, teach the balance between ambition and emotional needs, and show how to maintain resilience in challenging circumstances. Thus, Chiron in the tenth house has the potential to transform the pain into a source of inspiration and support for others.

Chiron in the 11th house

Chiron in the eleventh house indicates a wound related to themes of friendship, acceptance in groups, social ideals, and a sense of belonging to a community. A person with this placement may feel isolated or misunderstood within a collective, face betrayal by friends, or experience the sense that their uniqueness prevents them from being part of something larger. However, this wound can become a source of growth and strength. By working through their experiences, the individual learns to value their individuality and use it to build harmonious connections with others.

Chiron in this house grants the ability to mentor or inspire others, particularly those who feel “different” or out of place. The trauma associated with rejection can transform into the gift of creating communities where mutual understanding, respect, and support flourish. Thus, personal experiences of pain become the foundation for helping others find their place in the world.

Chiron in the 12th house

Chiron in the twelfth house often indicates a profound emotional wound connected to feelings of loneliness, separation from the world, or the suppression of emotions. This may stem from experiences of loss, hidden fears, or repressed traumas that a person carries within themselves, often without fully realizing it. The wound of Chiron here is tied to the subconscious, to what is hidden from the external world, and sometimes the person may feel lost, not understanding where their pain and anxiety originate.

However, this very wound can become an incredible source of strength and transformation. If a person becomes aware of their inner fears and wounds, they can learn to work with them, transforming them into compassion and wisdom. Chiron in the twelfth house offers the potential for deep healing—not only of oneself but also of others. Such a person can become a guide for those who are suffering, possessing a unique gift for delving into the hidden corners of the soul and helping others understand and embrace their shadows.

The key to turning the wound into strength is accepting one’s vulnerability and exploring the inner world through meditation, psychological work, or spiritual practices. Chiron in this house teaches that weakness can become a powerful resource for inner growth, and through serving and helping others, a person can find profound meaning and personal healing.

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