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the divine disorder

this piece is part of the spring & swag event!!

Sunday dislikes frivolous people, and yet, here you are: divine.

sunday ♡ gn!reader

warnings: graphic metaphors for eating & descriptions of food (+ chewing), sunday story spoilers, post-penacony sunday, pre-established relationship

notes: instead of stuttering hearts, sunday has twitchy wings MUEHEHEHE (also pls pls pls be warned if u r sensitive to graphic descriptions of chewing & eating bc i really went bananas when describing sunday and mc having a meal together o(￣┰￣*)ゞ)

Sunday’s dream is complex: create a utopia, a perfect world where there is nothing but dreams and hope and flight—a perfect world where no one must weep, where no one must feel sorrow or pain. But how is that possible? To feel joy without understanding sadness? To never weep again if one has never wept?

Sunday’s dream is complex, terribly so. But he, of all people, knows that fact the most poignantly.

After all, who would know the pain of falling better than Icarus himself? The grief of the limitless expanse; the touch of the sun, just within reach; the crash of the waves, slamming against his spine. Sunday’s dream is complex. But that doesn’t mean he won’t don those wax wings again, that he won’t reach for the sun once more, wondering if this time, the warmth will be tender.

Maybe it’ll be worth it. Maybe the warmth of the sun will be incomparable, and it’ll be shared, and everyone in the whole, entire universe can feel its gentle embrace.

The sun. The warmth. The ocean, below, its harsh waves blending into the point where it looks stagnant. Because from the sun, everything looks tiny—everything looks kind.

And maybe it won’t be. Maybe the sun will remain as it is: striking, ravenous, inevitable. Maybe the sun will sear him again, maybe the fall into the ocean will be harsher than the last—but, after arriving at the Astral Express, and after experiencing what little bits of the Trailblaze that he has been privileged to have, Sunday thinks that it’s a possibility that he must prepare for.

But not a possibility that he will resign himself to; you taught him that.

When he had first boarded the Express, debt-ridden, suspicious towards the IPC, leaving everything that he had ever known behind (his sister, his home, the Order), Sunday thought that there was nothing left for him. He thought that it was over. He was scared.

The unknown was scary—and space, oh, space! Space is a vacuum of the unknown! The cosmos, the world, the universe—it was all so much larger than himself, larger than Penacony, larger than the venues that his sister performed at; it was scary. So, so scary.

Everything overwhelmed him. Like the windows of the express (it wasn’t really the windows that scared him; that’d be absurd, it was more like seeing the quiet, limitless expanse of the universe through just a pane of glass that really worried him), like the constant appearance and disappearance of different individuals from a myriad of walks in life (one day, he’d see someone from the Xianzhou Alliance, and the next, some wandering man who was searching for the Aeon of Beauty).

There were always so many things happening. What overwhelmed him the most, however, was you.

You, who seemed to make the breadth of the universe pale in comparison to your colossal existence. You, who never once doubted him and his complex dream; you, who didn’t seem to mind his desperation to maintain order and disorder all at the same time. It was embarrassing, really.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” he had said one night, after rearranging the utensils which surrounded his plate, organizing the forks and knives in descending order before scrambling everything once again when he realized how important it was to embrace imperfection.

“It’s fine,” you replied, shrugging. “Want chopsticks?”

Sunday felt the feather of both his wings twitch, his face feeling warm—like the breath of the sun, like the radiance of the light—from embarrassment. While he had been rearranging his utensils, you had simply been staring at him, holding a single pair of chopsticks, waiting.

“That would be preferred,”—he had did everything in his power that night, as your fingers brushed with his, as he held the chopsticks in between his defeated fingers, to not avert his eyes from yours, to maintain decorum and calm the flutter of his wings—“again, my apologies.”

You hadn’t even responded. Once he had held the chopsticks, and once he had seemed to let go of his personal gripe with the order of his utensils, you had started eating. All Sunday could do was watch.

In between mouthfuls of your food—which, of course, peeved Sunday a little (he was taught all his life the etiquettes of table manners and one of them, the most basic one, was to not talk with food in your mouth)—you had asked, “Why aren’t you eating?”

“I prefer to wait a little,” he had paused before saying, “to savor the moment.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “That’s deep. Maybe I should do that too…” Your gaze trailed back down to your food (and something within Sunday, maybe it was his heart, maybe it was his blood, he didn’t know it at the time, what it was—but something trembled, mourning the loss of your eyes which, for but a brief, but lovely moment, belonged wholly to him).

“On second thought,” you said, still chewing, “nevermind.”

It is true that Sunday likes to wait before eating; it’s a way of paying respect to the privilege, a way to relish in the sensation, the enormity of taste. But Sunday’s habit goes beyond just taste itself; it’s about the moment, it’s about the act of dining with someone else, the act of trusting and being in someone’s presence to the point where he feels safe enough to ingest something; to survive in front of someone else, to satiate in front of someone else.

Eating is grotesque. To be fueled by consumption, to feast and fuse chemicals with his cells, to do it in the presence of someone else—That, he thinks, is what must be savored. The trust. The companionship. The love. The grotesqueness is what gives eating its divine sensation, its incomparable significance.

To be grotesque together. To survive together. To love together—is that not perfect?

Before that time, Sunday had thought that the act of eating in itself was imperfect. The grotesqueness was appalling, nauseating, even—he didn’t want to eat in front of anyone that wasn’t his sister, the only person who he would allow to witness his act of survival, his insatiable ingestion.

But there you were—eating. Surviving. Loving. You were chewing, and Sunday could hear the crunch of the carrots, the pop of the grapes. And you were drinking water, your lips against the glass, satiated. And, and—and not once did he think you were grotesque, and not once did he perceive the notion of the imperfect.

You were as you are. Frivolous, disorderly, imperfect—and somehow, Sunday thinks that you might have been sculpted by an Aeon, that you might have been kissed with life rather than conceived by it, that you might have been tenderly adored before you were graced in front of him. Tangible, divine.

He wanted to savor that. The moment, the grotesqueness, the divine sensation; but Sunday was, is, greedy. At the time, he was afraid to even utter the thought. Now, he doesn’t mind. What he wanted to savor most of all was you, not just the divine sensation, but rather, the enormity of the divine, the colossal significance—you.

You.

It was an inconceivable notion to him, really.

Because when he first met you, he was stunned, not necessarily because you weren’t there for his great Penacony downfall, but rather, because your entire being emanated disorder.

Your clothes were wrinkled, your head struggling to remain upright as fell forward on multiple occasions, sleeping while standing. It looked as if you were teleported from your bed to the lobby, hardly conscious as you mumbled a couple of incoherent responses whenever you were addressed.

Sunday thought you to be frivolous.

And yet, there he was, sitting across from you in one of the seats of the Party Car. Enamored by the divine, the disorder. Your words were muffled by the food in your mouth, your chopsticks clanging loudly against the bowl, your mannerisms defying every bit of etiquette he had ever learned.

And yet, there he was, staring. And yet, there he was, not once sparing his food a glance—how could he afford to look at anything else, when you were right there? Divine? Perfectly imperfect?

“Sunday?” a voice calls, interrupting his prolonged stupor. Sunday cranes his head over his shoulder, bewildered, wondering when he started standing here, staring mindlessly out the windows of the Express Car without a single star entering his eyes, the windows to his soul.

(There is no room in his soul for anything but you. No star, no universe, no limitless expanse—for you have owned the entirety of it, disorder.)

When did this begin? Sunday wonders, unable to contain the stutter of his wings when his lemon eyes behold your existence. When did the disorder become so palpable? His gaze trails over your shirt, ruffled; your shoelaces, untied; the popsicle in your hand, melting.

Before he had met you, Sunday would have contained his smile. It wouldn’t be courteous to laugh at someone, especially when they were frivolous, especially when Sunday disliked frivolous people.

But here you are, disorderly, tangible, frivolous—and here Sunday is, smiling. Wholly. With the crinkle of those lemon eyes, with the upturn of his lips, fervent and wild and free and oh, so imperfect. So lovely, so divine.

After he met you, Sunday thinks—maybe not consciously, or fully yet—that imperfections aren’t too bad after all. Maybe imperfections can coexist with his decorum. Maybe imperfections can be a part of his paradise, of his simple, yet unfathomably complex dream.

A world where no one must weep, a world where no one must feel sorrow. A world where there is nothing but dreams and hope and flight and, and—and you. Disorder. Divine.

“[Name],” he greets, his courteous tone not matching his amused smile, “have you perhaps noticed something?”

You blink owlishly, scrutinizing his form. “Uh, did you get a haircut?”

His wings twitch.

“I’m afraid not,” he says, unable to contain the chuckle which escapes his lips; maintaining a semblance of decorum, Sunday points in the direction of your hand. Half of your popsicle has fallen to the floor, its red color staining the ground like some sort of cartoonish crime scene.

“Oh, shit—! We need a mop!”

Sunday crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side as he observes your panic in real time, offering you nothing but the gentlest of smiles, and the entirety of his soul.

It’s yours. Like how the sun’s warmth graces the world, you saturate his soul, filling every crevice, illuminating the darkness, warding away the cold—But this, Sunday thinks, isn’t enough. He needs more. Because the sun’s light is intangible, because his fingers phase through its rays.

Sunday jumps—his wings, sealed by wax, fueled by fervor—and he soars. Towards the sun. Towards the warmth, towards his very own soul.

This must be what paradise is like: being yours.

#sunday #honkai star rail #hsr #sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #sunday honkai star rail #sunday hsr

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thewriteadviceforwriters · 2 months ago

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Hello! I've been getting more and more tips for writing thanks to your post about character flaws in my FYP. I was wondering, do you have any posts about character strengths/virtues? Thanks!

Rin's Character Strengths Masterpost ✨

Hey there, fellow writer! 💖 So glad my character flaws post found its way to you! You've asked about one of my FAVORITE topics to explore - character strengths and virtues! And guess what? I've been meaning to write this companion piece for ages, so THANK YOU for the nudge!

Let's dive DEEP into character strengths that go beyond the basic "brave protagonist" or "loyal sidekick" tropes we see everywhere in fiction. Because memorable characters need memorable strengths!

Why Character Strengths Matter Just As Much As Flaws

We often focus SO much on giving characters interesting flaws (which, yes, super important!), but their strengths are what make readers root for them and fall in love with their journey. Strengths are what make your character SHINE in those pivotal moments! ✨

The key is making these strengths SPECIFIC, NUANCED, and sometimes even PROBLEMATIC. Yes, strengths can cause problems too - that's where the juicy storytelling happens!

Beyond-Basic Character Strengths for Your Characters

1. CONTEXTUAL COURAGE 🔥

Not just "bravery" but courage that manifests in specific contexts:

Social courage (standing up to peer pressure)

Intellectual courage (questioning deeply held beliefs)

Physical courage despite specific fears

Quiet courage (the kind that doesn't look heroic but IS)

Moral courage (doing the right thing when it costs them personally)

Creative courage (risking failure and ridicule for their art/ideas)

2. RADICAL EMPATHY 💭

Not just "understanding others" but:

The ability to understand even villains' motivations

Cross-cultural empathy that bridges different backgrounds

Empathy that extends to those completely unlike themselves

Empathy that causes them to make difficult choices others wouldn't

Empathy that allows them to anticipate others' needs before they're voiced

Empathy for those society has taught them to fear or distrust

3. ADAPTIVE INTELLIGENCE 🧠

Not just "being smart" but:

Pattern recognition in chaotic situations

Intuitive problem-solving under pressure

Cultural adaptability when thrust into unfamiliar environments

Emotional intelligence that helps navigate complex relationships

Street smarts that complement (or replace) formal education

The ability to translate complex concepts for different audiences

4. CREATIVE RESILIENCE 🌱

Not just "bouncing back" but:

Finding unconventional solutions to setbacks

Using humor as a coping mechanism during dark times

Transforming trauma into strength without romanticizing it

Building community resilience, not just personal

Learning from failures rather than being crushed by them

Maintaining hope in seemingly hopeless situations

5. PRINCIPLED FLEXIBILITY 🌊

Not just "having values" but:

Knowing which principles to bend and which to hold firm

Adapting moral frameworks to new information

Navigating ethical gray areas without losing their core

Growing their values through experience rather than rigidity

Finding compromise without betraying essential beliefs

Recognizing when rules must be broken for a greater good

6. DISRUPTIVE KINDNESS ❤️

Not just "being nice" but:

Kindness that challenges systems of oppression

Unexpected kindness that changes enemies' perspectives

Kindness as a radical choice in brutal environments

Kindness that requires genuine sacrifice

Kindness that sees beyond surface behaviors to underlying needs

Kindness that doesn't expect recognition or reciprocation

7. CONSTRUCTIVE SKEPTICISM 🔍

Not just "questioning things" but:

The ability to discern truth from manipulation

Healthy doubt of authority without cynicism

Critical thinking that leads to solutions, not just criticism

Questioning their own assumptions first

Seeking multiple perspectives before forming judgments

Recognizing patterns of deception or misinformation

8. STRATEGIC VULNERABILITY 💧

Not just "being open" but:

Knowing when vulnerability creates connection

Sharing weaknesses to build trust at critical moments

Using personal stories to help others feel less alone

Admitting mistakes to model growth for others

Asking for help when independence would be destructive

Showing emotion strategically to influence outcomes

The Strength Spectrum: Make It Complex!

Remember that any strength exists on a spectrum! The most interesting characters have strengths that sometimes function as weaknesses depending on the context.

For example:

Loyalty becomes enabling when taken too far

Curiosity becomes recklessness in dangerous situations

Honesty becomes cruelty without empathy

Ambition becomes destructive when ethics are compromised

Compassion becomes self-destruction without boundaries

Independence becomes isolation when connection is needed

Confidence becomes arrogance without self-reflection

Cautiousness becomes paralysis when action is required

Strengths in Character Arcs 📈

The MAGIC happens when you show how strengths evolve throughout your story:

The Dormant Strength - A character doesn't know they possess it until circumstances force it out

The Misused Strength - They have the strength but are applying it in harmful ways

The Costly Strength - Using this strength requires genuine sacrifice

The Transformative Strength - This strength fundamentally changes who they are

The Shared Strength - They teach/inspire this strength in others

The Rediscovered Strength - A strength they lost faith in that returns when most needed

The Evolving Strength - A strength that changes form as the character grows

The Collaborative Strength - A strength that only emerges when combined with another character's abilities

Writing Exercise for You! 📝

Take your protagonist and identify:

One strength they've always had and rely on

One strength they don't know they have yet

One strength that's actually causing problems

One strength they'll need to develop to overcome the main conflict

One strength they admire in someone else

One strength they've lost and need to reclaim

Genre-Crossing Character Strengths

These strengths work across ALL genres:

Perceptive Pattern Recognition - Seeing connections others miss

Adaptive Authenticity - Remaining true to themselves while evolving

Constructive Conflict Navigation - Using disagreement to build stronger relationships

Radical Responsibility - Owning their part in problems without self-flagellation

Generative Listening - Hearing beyond words to underlying meanings

Intentional Impact Awareness - Understanding how their actions affect others

Courageous Vulnerability - Risking rejection for authentic connection

Principled Pragmatism - Finding workable solutions that honor core values

Remember that in ANY genre, your character strengths should connect to their internal journey as much as their external conflicts. The most compelling characters have strengths that are tested, lost, rediscovered, transformed, and ultimately deepened through their story arc. 🌟

The most powerful character strengths aren't superpowers or extraordinary abilities - they're deeply human qualities taken to their most compelling expression. They're the things we recognize in ourselves but rarely develop fully. That's why they resonate so deeply with readers across all genres and age categories.

Hope this helps you craft characters with rich, nuanced strengths! Let me know if you want me to dive deeper into any of these - I could talk character development ALL DAY! 💖

~ Rin. T.

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merakiui · 4 months ago

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2025 to-write list.

* halloweenie and the law of magnetism are the main priority fics at this moment!! after both are posted, i’ll start working my way through this list (in no particular order)! :D thank you for your patience!!!!

* (color references: purple is series; red is oneshot.)

✧ death row undertow

✧ 3M:3S

✧ the test of faith

✧ bittersweet secret

✧ my sweet monster

yandere!jade leech. your family takes in a mute, orphaned boy with mismatched eyes after he’s washed ashore. “a child spared by the sea can only carry with him the worst of curses,” they say, but you disagree. unbeknownst to you, your “friend” is as welcoming as the shallows and as deceptive as its depths.

✧ havfruens forelskelse/azul thought 2 sequel

yandere!azul ashengrotto. in an effort to conceal a growing secret, you lie to your husband leona. but a lie this devastating cannot be kept hidden forever, and as aquatic danger lurks you’ll eventually have to make a choice. between a lion and an octopus, the decision is obvious. so then, why do you hesitate?

✧ heartache hospital

yandere!scaramouche. kunikuzushi has never known love. for the many years he’s been alive, he’s only ever experienced countless heartaches. luckily, his admittance to the heartache hospital grants him the chance to meet someone who soothes the unending pain in his chest.

✧ the crocodile’s dilemma

yandere!riddle rosehearts. riddle leads a perfect life. he owns his dream house in the woods. he has a good job and makes an enviable salary. he is a law-abiding citizen…until he isn’t. it takes one night to ruin everything he’s striving to maintain, and with consequences mounting he sinks deeper into something criminal.

✧ the harvest maiden

yandere!skully j. graves. seeking shelter from the harsh elements, you enlist the aid of an eccentric pumpkin farmer. though there’s something inherently unsettling about him, you choose to favor his benevolence and kindness. but that is a line worn too thin, and when you announce your departure what is a besotted pumpkin farmer to do?

✧ eternally ever after

yandere!rook hunt. trapped in a gruesome time loop with a crazed stalker, you familiarize yourself with what it means to die. he claims he can save you from this repetition, but how is that possible when he’s the one responsible for your death(s)? if he is as inescapable as death, then perhaps your fates have always been intertwined.

✧ cobweb compulsion

yandere!sunday. you have always trusted sunday. but as plans are underway for a very important ceremony, you begin to look past years and years of lies to see the unpleasant truth that rests just beyond.

✧ homebound

yandere!azul ashengrotto. it is said that an ancient deity will awaken and bring ruinous misfortune to the island you call home. accompanied by your closest friends ace and deuce, you’re determined to uncover the mystery and stop a ruthless god before it’s too late.

✧ moonbroch

yandere!octavinelle. sequel to sea glass. they tell you the sea has always been your home, but something doesn’t feel right. an overwhelming sense of loss tugs at you whenever you spy your aquatic features in the mirror. if words won’t get through to your trio of captors, then disobedient actions certainly will. to ensure your escape goes well, you can only look to the moon and hope—but even that’s beginning to feel less and less like a comfort.

✧ meiri

yandere!rollo flamme. rollo would be inclined to welcome death if it was given to him by your graceful, gentle hands. seeing as that’s not the case and he has been made sacrifice to a most petulant being, he’s going to do the one thing a sacrificial lamb has never done before: live.

#meraki mumbles

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lxkeee · 1 year ago

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TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

-PART SIX

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Angst (for now)

Warnings: Depression, swearing and mentions of self h*rm.

Notes: shit is about to go down.

PART ONE | PART FIVE | PART SEVEN | NAVIGATION

“I don't understand Michael sometimes, I guess it runs in the blood.” The angel of death muttered underneath his breath, Azrael sighs, running his hand through his dark black locks, feeling the soft strands of his hair in-between his fingers. He is annoyed, annoyed at how Michael didn't leave any room for [Y/n] to say no. Sure, Michael did make a bargain that if she wins rock-paper-scissors against him, he'll change his decision but [Y/n] sucks at rock-paper-scissors so she didn't have any chance of winning in the first place. Well, he guessed that this is Michael's way of winning against [Y/n] as the man is absolute shit when it comes to Monopoly.

Azrael is confused, why does Michael want [Y/n] to see her good for nothing husband? Azrael asked him about it and the man just told him to trust him, as it is what their dear creator has told him. He is confused why Michael is really pushing [Y/n] to see his twin brother. Azrael asked the man about it and he just looked away with a sad smile. Azrael knew how much it affected Michael that his twin brother was casted out of heaven. Despite him being one of the angels who voted for him to be casted out. Azrael knew how much of a tough decision Michael made. But still,

Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.

Azrael trusts God on his decision but he doesn't know if the outcome of this will be good, Azrael has been by [Y/n]'s side ever since Lucifer was being a neglectful asshole and he heard that the fallen angel got married again when in hell. How is he going to accept that his dear friend is going to get hurt again? Azrael knows how much pain Lucifer caused [y/n], how much pain it brought to Xavier. Goodness! He saw the poor boy trying to stab his own face with his own angelic weapon, thankfully he was there to stop him.

Azrael's shoulders slumped, already feeling more stressed than usual. He is worried, so worried about [Y/n]'s mental state as he knows how fragile it is. He knows how much shit she's going through, she's constantly trying to help cleanse earth from the constantly growing evil while maintaining to be kind and to add more to her plate, she has a son to take care of and now... She's about to take care of whatever the fuck is happening on hell?

His feet quickened its pace, speed walking the long hallways of the Seven Heavenly Virtues building, trying to reach [Y/n]'s floor and office, he would've immediately checked up on her after the meeting but he had some important matters to deal with and he prays that the poor girl didn't have a mental breakdown again. Which somehow, he feels like she already did. He hopes that he's wrong though.

His heels clicked against the gold marbled white tiles, rays of sunlight passing through the curtains giving the hallway an orange glow from the setting sun.

He finally reached her office, knocking against the wooden door. No answer. He sighs rather loudly. He knocks again. No answer.

“[Y/n]? It's me, Azrael. Are you alright?” He asked softly, pressing his ear against the door to listen if she answered him. None. He became worried.

Grabbing the spare key that he has—he has a key to everyone's room and office, don't ask how and why he has them. Anyways, inserting the key to the lock, twisting it and he finally heard the satisfying click.

He quickly pushed open the door, his worried and tensed shoulders relaxing once he finally saw her, asleep on her desk. Her head on the table, her body slouched uncomfortably.

He could see the tear stains on her cheeks, golden blood from her fingers. A rather bad habit of hers, she tends to pick the skin off the side of her nails when she's stressed and sometimes causes it to bleed.

Azrael smiled softly, allowing himself inside her office. He closed and locked the door behind him before he tiptoed across the room and finally beside her.

He kneeled down beside her so he's now face-to-face to her. Azrael admired her sleeping face, he loves it when she's at peace like this. He wants her to be happy. His eyes saddened, oh how he wished to give her the happiness she deserves. But it's truly unfortunate that she doesn't love him the same way he loves her.

Always the side character, never the romantic interest.

With a sigh, he gently lifted her up from her seat. Carrying her in his arms like a bride that he'll never have the chance to call as his.

[Y/n] groans when she felt that she was lifted off from her chair, she opened one to look at the person who woke her up. She saw Azrael looking down on her with an amused smirk.

“Come on, let's get you back to your room. You need some rest.” he says softly to her and she just groaned and he chuckled. A black and gold portal opened behind them and Azrael stepped inside with [Y/n] in his arms. The portal closed after they went in.

Azrael opened the portal back to her house and back to her room, he gently laid her on the bed. Making sure she didn't lie on her hair. Tucking her in comfortably.

“I don't know what I'll do without you, Azi... I wished that I could've loved you instead. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry.” she whispered, her voice breaking. She really wished that she fell in love with Azrael, he treated her and Xavier far better than Lucifer does but her heart remained still with Lucifer. [Y/n] I'm right here in front of you, always loving you but why do you continue to love a man that is far away from you and probably doesn't give two shits about you and your son? Please give me a chance and I'll worship you to the point it'll put my faith in God to shame.

Azrael's eyes softened, a forced smile on his face. He tucks away a strand of her hair that is falling in front of her face, tucking it behind her ear. I really wished that too, I can treat you far better than him, is what he thought but decided not to say, “Don't apologize sweetheart, you really can't force a heart to reciprocate someone's feelings, no? And I can understand that. How about you take some rest and clear your mind hmm?” he suggested softly with a small smile, wiping away the tear that runs down her cheek. [Y/n] nodded, hiccuping slightly before eventually closing her eyes.

She was fast asleep the moment she did.

Azrael smiled and sighed, turning around on his heel as he walked out of her room, closing the door behind him. Walking away from someone he's not meant to be with. He just hoped that whatever God is doing is right.

Time flew by so quickly that [Y/n] didn't even notice, she was far too busy dealing with both Heavenly and Mortal realm matters. The root of evil is constantly growing and getting even more powerful on earth and the Seven Heavenly Virtues are trying to contain it. All seven of them were exposed to such horrors and so much evil while on earth, slowly threatening to consume them or even corrupt them.

[Y/n] limped back to her office in heaven, golden blood flowing off her side. She just finished her work on earth, she was trying to cleanse a root of evil when it suddenly changed direction and changed its direction towards her in immense speed and causing it to pierce her side. She managed to cut it down but the negativity from the root seeped into her wound, causing her healing powers to slow down.

She winced as she finally slumped down into her seat, hovering her hand over her wound, a golden glow radiating from her palm. The wound slowly closed, but not fully but enough that she can bandage it up. But the healing took too much of her energy and she felt she was about to pass out.

She opened one of the drawers of her desk, pulling out a medical kit and began treating her wounds. She winced as she tried to clean it. After so much struggle, she finally cleaned her wound.

[Y/n] leaned against her chair, almost passing out when her eyes landed on to the calendar that is in her office. Her eyes widened, “Today is the extermination day?!” she shrieked and quickly stood up from her seat, she hissed as pain quickly shot from her waist all throughout her body. She gripped into the table, her nails scratching the wood.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck... I forgot about that.” she muttered, trying to stabilize herself, “I hope I can stop Adam and the exorcists..” she muttered, pain still evident in her voice. Running her hands through her hair. Gripping into her locks in frustration.

Ah crap, I hope I don't pass out. She thought as she weakly opens a portal to hell. Composing herself before finally stepping inside the portal.

The first thing she noticed is Adam spewing out shit from his mouth, the hotel she heard about now destroyed, exorcists killing sinners. Anger fills her veins, her six wings puffing behind her and along with multiple eyes opened on her wings. She's beyond pissed, the audacity these angels have to perform an act without notice from the higher ups. Without thinking she summoned her second angelic weapon, a bow and arrow. Aiming it just beside Adam—a warning shot. Successfully catching his and the other's attention.

“Adam, respectfully please shut your mouth!” She ordered, her voice booming, glaring down on the people on the ground, specifically at the first man. She's far too angry to keep her attention on the back of her husband or ex-husband. There's a limit to how much an angel of kindness and healing can take, and unfortunately for Adam, this is Angel Raphael's breaking point.

“Because if you don't, I will personally kill you myself.” She sneered, her hand clenching tightly on to her bow, her fingers itching to fire another arrow and just finish the man.

“No... You don't get to end this.” Adam growled in pain, weakly standing up from the rubble of where he crashed, “I'm fucking Adam! I'm the fucking man!” he yelled, turning to look at Lucifer in anger, “And you're just some fucking clown or something!” Adam growled and Lucifer just stared at the man with a deadpan expression, not really paying attention.

“I started everything on earth! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts!” Adam exclaimed. They just stared at the man who's clearly pissed at the fact he lost.

Suddenly, an arrow shot just beside Adam, barely missing the first man. The golden arrow embedded on to the ground. Silence, as people were filled with awestruck. Adam was filled with fear.

“Adam, respectfully please shut your mouth!” A female voice boomed, her powerful and authoritative voice echoing in to the air. Goosebumps danced across Lucifer's skin, he knows that voice. The very voice that he didn't hear for so many years, the voice that kept haunting him. The haunting and guilt worsened after Charlie told him he had a son in heaven.

They turned around and looked up at the sky to see a very furious seraphim glaring down on them—specifically on the first man, Adam.

Lucifer's eyes were glued on her, she's so close yet so far away.

He admired her angelic form, he can practically feel her authority and power from where he stood. Despite all of this, despite how absolutely terrifying she looked. Her beauty never really scared him. She looked as beautiful as the day he lost her when he fucked up.

“Because if you don't, I will personally kill you myself.” [Y/n] added, her eyes glaring down on Adam, her power and strength can be felt through the air and they can tell that she is absolutely furious.

“Oh shit.” Adam muttered underneath his breath. His boss' boss is here.

END NOTES: SURPRISE UPDATE 🤯🤯 ANYWAYS, AZRAEL STANS HOW ARE WE FEELING TONIGHT?

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liliapleasesteponme · 6 months ago

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The tower reversed

Lilia calderu x fem!reader (can be read as romantic or platonic)

Summary - you go looking for reassurance and stumble upon madame calderu's psychic readings

Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, family problems (i think thats all)

Requested by anon (i actually had this idea for lilia giving reader a tarot reading a while ago but now someone requested it as angst soooo)

There was so much going on in your life. You needed reassurance, something to tell you that you're on the right path. You'd been walking for ages, nowhere specific, just around town. You'd hoped to find a sign of some sort that would tell you that things will get better.

You finally decided to go home but just as you turned around a shop caught your eye, the sign read Madame Calderu's Psychic Readings

Maybe a tarot reading was exactly what you needed. You crossed the road, making your way to the shop. You stared at the door for a moment contemplating whether to go in or not. You did.

The little bell above the door rang as you entered, you quietly called out "madame Calderu ?"

She flamboyantly made her entrance, saying a clearly rehearsed line followed by, "what can i do for you, dear ?"

"could i have a success reading please ?"

"of course, dear, sit." she motioned her hand towards a chair and you anxiously sat. "i can tell you're very tense."

You nod your head slightly "let's begin."

She took out her tarot deck and layed it on the table. Then she spread all the cards out, her fingers laying beautifully against each card. "choose any six cards. Whichever cards call out to you."

You carefully picked out your cards, though none of them called out to you as she had suggested. She took your cards and arranged them into a triangle. She first turned over the top card. "this card represents you. Queen of Pentacles, reversed. The queen often struggles to maintain balance between family and work, she is too often captured by her need of independence. You will face difficult choices, these choices may shape your future, be prepared to fight for what you need moving forward."

The moment she mentioned your family, you teared up. Your relationship with them was rocky to say the least and you had buried yourself in your work as a distraction. She was good. She noticed how your eyes watered over and she grabbed your hand in consolation. Her thumb rubbed comforting circles on your hand, usually you would ask not to be touched but she made you feel warm so you allowed it. "shall we continue ?" she asked.

You gave a low hum and she continued. she moved to the next card, turning it over. "this next card represents the people in your life. Justice, reversed. Justice reversed often allows bias to cloud her judgement, making it hard to understand those around her. Make sure you look at all the facts available before you make a clear decision on anything important."

You nodded again and she moved on, you didn't address that card. "the third card. How you are viewed by those around you. The tower, reversed. The tower is a portent of destruction, ignoring its message is unwise. Make sure to listen to the signs. You may be trying to delay the inevitable, the tower has to crumble one day."

Listen to the signs you mumbled to yourself before asking "signs ? What signs do i look for ?"

She looked deeply into your eyes, "i can't tell everything, dear."

This time the tears fell ... Alot. Though she barely knew you, hearing you sobbing broke her heart. She stood up and walked over to you, pulling you into her warm embrace. For a moment you wanted to run away but feeling her arms around you made you feel like there was something to stay for.

You let your head fall to her shoulder, hugging her back. "I'm sorry dear, sometimes the cards aren't as kind as we may hope"

You pulled back to look into her eyes and she held your head in her hands. You nod your head so softly it could barely be seen. A small smile made its way to your face, it was only small but it made the air around the two of you feel much lighter. "i dont think we should continue," she said with a delicate worry, "and i dont want you walking alone in this state. Stay for the night, I'll make you some food and you can rest, i can tell you need it."

You were hesitant to accept her offer but she was right, you weren't in the right headspace to leave after this, so you said yes. She lead you to the room in the back of her shop, it was a cozy space, just being in there made you calmer.

She fulfilled her earlier promise and made you some food, it was nothing special but you were thankful for what she was doing for you, considering you just met. It felt like she knew you some how.

Your earlier nerves were eased and you were feeling much better. After she washed up, she sat with you and the two of you talked for hours. By the end of the night, it was like you knew everything about each other. You slept the night there and surprisingly it was one of the best sleeps you'd had in a long time.

In the morning, you exchanged numbers and went on your way, eager to text her later.

A/N sorry its kinda short, i lost inspo half way but wanted to post it today so yeah

#Aqua's stories <3 #lilia calderu #patti lupone #patti lupone is my wife frr #lilia please step on me 🙏#lilia #lilia calderu x reader #patti lupone x reader #angst with a happy ending #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfic #tarot reading

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dioslesbianwife · 3 months ago

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Can I please request the jofoes boddy swapping with Their partner🙏

yess absolutely- this is a cool freaky friday idea, hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!!

Dio

Dio wakes up in your body and immediately despises how weak and mortal he feels. He spends a good ten minutes just staring at his own reflection, irritated that this is what he’s trapped in. His usual godly power? Gone. His height and overwhelming presence? Gone. Meanwhile, you wake up in his body and suddenly understand why he acts so high and mighty all the time. You feel invincible. But good luck because Dio wants his body back, now.

Kars

Kars is initially intrigued by the experience. He studies himself in the mirror, testing out the limitations of your body. His first question? "How do you tolerate being this weak?" He doesn't mean it to be insulting, but he’s used to absolute perfection, so having human limitations irritates him. Meanwhile, you, in his body, accidentally grow blade-arms when you panic and have no idea how to retract them.

Esidisi

The second Esidisi realizes he's in your body, he screams. And not just any scream, but that over-the-top wailing cry. He flails, touches his face, and stares at his (your) hands in horror. He needs to be back in his own body immediately, mourning his lost abilities. You, meanwhile, wake up in his body and immediately feel like you're burning from the inside out. You sneeze once, and the floor melts.

Wamuu

Wamuu handles the situation gracefully. He sees no reason to panic- this is simply another trial. He studies your body carefully, testing strength and reflexes. "Your form may be weaker, but it has its own advantages," he muses. You, however, wake up in his massive body and nearly destroy the first doorway you walk through. Wamuu finds it amusing how clumsy you are in his form.

Kira

Kira does not like this. Not because he hates you- no, it’s because he hates change. His body is his carefully maintained routine, and now? Everything feels wrong. He refuses to go outside, fearing someone might see him like this. Meanwhile, you, now in his body, feel oddly calm- until Killer Queen suddenly manifests behind you and you have no idea how to control it.

Diavolo

Diavolo immediately assumes this is some kind of attack. Who did this? Why? He demands to know everything about how your body functions, treating it like an interrogation. He’s tense and jumpy, convinced that someone will take advantage of his vulnerability. Meanwhile, you wake up in his body and accidentally switch to Doppio mid-thought, having a full breakdown as the personality shifts overwhelm you. Doppio is confused but rolls with it, happily talking to the "Boss" even though he’s technically the boss now.

Doppio

Doppio wakes up in your body and, after a few minutes of confusion, actually enjoys it. He gets to experience what it’s like to be you, and that makes him happy. He has fun mimicking your habits, but when he realises he has no “cell” connection to the Boss anymore he panics and wants to swap back. Meanwhile, you in his body... accidentally answer a “phone call” from the Boss, and you’ve never been more terrified in your life.

Enrico Pucci

Pucci believes this must be a trial from heaven, a test of faith. He remains calm but deeply contemplative, spending hours trying to analyze what this means spiritually. He also hates how much slower your body feels compared to his own. Meanwhile, you wake up in his body, see Whitesnake materialize behind you, and scream because what the hell is this thing? Pucci gently takes your hands (in his body) and says, "Let us pray for guidance."

Funny Valentine

Funny is way too calm about this. In fact, he immediately starts planning. "Perhaps I can use this opportunity to test something important," he muses, already thinking about what he can gain from this experience. He has no trouble acting exactly like you, flawlessly imitating your speech and mannerisms to avoid suspicion. Meanwhile, you wake up in his body, suddenly aware of D4C’s existence, and realize... this man has way too much power.

Diego Brando

Diego wakes up in your body and loses it. "What is this?? Where are my muscles?!" He immediately starts training because he refuses to be in a weaker body, even temporarily. He glares at his own body (with you inside) and tells you not to ruin it. Meanwhile, you wake up in his body and accidentally activate his Stand, nearly tripping over your own tail with Scary Monsters before Diego can angrily guide you through how to use it properly.

Tooru

Tooru finds this annoying but somewhat interesting. He immediately starts messing with people, pretending to be you in a way that makes everyone suspicious. He gaslights people into thinking you’ve been acting weird for weeks. "What? I always stand like this. Maybe you’re just imagining things." Meanwhile, you wake up in his body and immediately turn to stone then flesh again then stone again.

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megamagimugi · 5 months ago

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It's finally 2025 where I am. Since I only joined Tumblr in June 2024, this is the first New Year's celebration I get to share with you guys. I hope it's okay if I say a few words on this special occasion.

Real talk: I can't say 2024 was a particularly good year for me, though like any year it certainly had its ups and downs. My mental health hasn't really been good since 2017, and it seemed to only be getting worse as my life kept falling apart over the years. The consequences of my bad decisions along with some things outside my control not working out in my favor kept eating away at my hope bit by bit, slowly killing my normally optimistic nature. In the first half of 2024, I had an increasingly hard time finding reasons to even keep going.

But then I joined Tumblr for one reason only: to read some cool Mario fan comics as Tumblr kept telling me to sign in. Annoyed, I eventually caved in and created this little Mario themed blog. Little did I know it would be my best decision of the year.

Turns out, while there are certainly things I don't like about Tumblr just as I initially thought, they all pale in comparison to one of the first things I found here: a surprisingly wholesome and supportive community full of joy, kindness, creativity and camaraderie. It proved me wrong when I thought it wasn't possible to find and maintain true friendship online, especially without ever meeting in person. It also proved me wrong when I thought I was unlovable and unworthy. It has also validated me a lot as an artist, welcoming the fanart I've shared with a level of enthusiasm I never expected to see. And finally, it has been changing me as a person, inspiring me to be a little gentler and more caring.

As I recently noticed, ever since joining Tumblr my mental health has significantly improved. It's nowhere near perfect (ha! I wish it was that simple), but I'm overall significantly less lonely, quite a bit happier and it's not as hard to find the motivation to keep going anymore. I'm more thankful to you all for this than I can express with words. I'll still say it: thank you for everything, guys!

Some people I'd like to tag here, that I can think of off the top of my head (if I'm forgetting anyone, then I'm really sorry!): @silenzahra @bberetd @vulpixfairy1985 @peaches2217 @itsavee4117 @stripetkattelalala54-gf @coffeecat1983 @multicolour-ink @jelly-fish-wishes @pepperycar @supergay-64 @roscolate @doodleydoo101 @drones-of-innocence @elitadream @akiiame-blog

I just really love this community that has become such an important part of my life. I also love the Mario franchise for leading me to it, and for always bringing me joy and fun even in the darkest of times❤️

Say what you want about 2024, but I think we can all agree that at least it was a great year for Mario!

Happy New Year, everyone!🥳🎉🎉🎉

#happy new year #best community i could ever wish for #moot love #<3 #mario franchise #new year 2025

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literatureloverx · 10 months ago

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I think we need more nsfw headcanons for Fyodor. I've always thought this would be an interesting aspect to think about given how religious he is but also how isolated he is...its hard to imagine how he might deal with physical intimacy like that..as it has an inherent vulnerability about it.

I love this request!❤️ I recently wrote headcanons and a very explicit wedding night scenario with Fyodor’s ideal type fem!reader. It can be found here:

THE FIRST NIGHT

The first night post covers your request perfectly, but I wrote some other headcanons anyway.

I hope you enjoy the headcanons I came up with as an addition!❤️

You’re right. Fyodor is uncomfortable with his own vulnerabilities. More specifically, his emotional and physical vulnerabilities.

That is why I initially thought of him having his darling only in a restricted and/or more vulnerable state than he is. In my imagination, this would allow him to still have control over everything else.

But, this would mean that Fyodor is not trusting his darling fully. Logically speaking, it sounds characteristic of him. It’s Fyodor. Of course, he doesn’t trust anyone. What’s so wrong about it?

This made me realize how much more important it actually is what kind of woman he will be performing this vulnerable act with. In my mind, it clicked once more why I wrote those ideal type headcanons for him.

Because what kind of darling he has is so much more important to him than any other character I’ve ever known.

To slide over to more specific aspects of this request: I believe that his defenses would crumble down once he has his (for him) perfect darling on his side.

He would be ready to explore the unknown with her, building up more trust each passing day and night.

Considering the religious aspect, I suppose almost the whole fandom (at least as much as I’m aware of) agrees that Fyodor would only commit to a sexual relationship in the form of a sacred marriage (as God intended).

From here on, the headcanons are more NSFW-ish:

His ideal type would be a virgin, so I’m sticking to that. He would start off with soft, controlled vanilla sex, easing his partner into this new aspect of their life.

After a few times of soft vanilla sex with praises and compliments, he would slowly but surely slide over to more possessive, dominating role plays, but not as kinky as one might believe.

He is still a man of God and believes in doing those things in proper ways.

He would start off by restricting you physically, such as binding your wrists to the headboard, blindfolding you, stuffing your underwear into your mouth, or binding your legs spread open to the bed. He would then switch to other positions.

The comfortable missionary position is so pleasurable for you—how about a mating press?

He would make you ride him, while still maintaining his superior position as the dominant force in situation by holding your hips and guiding you, not allowing you to do anything that he doesn’t want you to do.

Even though he comes up with new pleasurable ways and ideas by bringing new positions into your sex life, he is not really able to perform marathon sex and bend you from position to position.

He has weak stamina and is anemic, so he would mostly start by pleasuring you first and bringing you to one climax before actually starting the act by inserting himself.

I imagine him being absolutely exhausted after one release of his own.

He would manipulate your mind during the act, causing you to reach your climax more than once simply because he’s messing around with your thoughts and imaginations, instead of delivering the pleasure physically. You won’t be able to tell the difference, though.❤️

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dolliethv · 7 months ago

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Into you.

summary: English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes I'm sorry!! story inspired by the song "Into You" by Ariana Grande, I hope you enjoy it xoxo!

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem reader!!

Word count: about 3,6k

The deafening sound of the crowd at Wembley still echoed in your ears as the lights went out, marking the end of your final performance on tour. It had been a resounding success. There’s no better feeling than hearing thousands of people singing along to your songs, feeling that genuine connection that only true artists experience on stage. However, as the music faded, the reality behind the curtain pulled you back into a world where freedom was nothing but an illusion.

Adrenaline still coursed through your body as the crew surrounded you, congratulating you on the show. But amidst the laughter and praise, your personal assistant quickly approached with a serious look and a tablet in hand.

“You were amazing, as always,” your assistant began, though the tone of their voice hinted that the compliment came with bad news. “But there’s something you can’t avoid. Tonight’s event. Your team needs you to attend.”

You take a deep breath. There’s always something. A red carpet, a charity event, a fashion show... something that reminds you that your public life never rests. But this particular event makes you more uncomfortable than others. You know that your team has arranged for you to attend with a model, one of the men the tabloids have been pairing you with for weeks. Perfect photos for the paparazzi, fabricated rumors to feed the public's curiosity.

“Does it have to be tonight?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

“It’s important for the brand, to maintain the narrative... You know how it is,” your assistant replies with an apologetic grimace.

With a resigned sigh, you nod. You know it all too well. This isn’t the first time you’ve been trapped in this kind of situation, and it probably won’t be the last.

Hours later, with the glow of Wembley still fresh in your mind, you find yourself inside a black limousine, on your way to the event. You’re dressed in an elegant purple silk outfit, characterized by its shine and smooth texture. The outfit has a sensual and glamorous style, with a cross-cut top that reveals part of your abdomen and a long, high-waisted skirt. The dark purple color adds a touch of luxury and sophistication. Your makeup and delicate jewelry, along with the violet bow tied at the back, complement the atmosphere and make you stand out at the presentation. Beside you, the model assigned to you for the night—a tall, attractive man—means absolutely nothing to you. Everything is a show. And although your face shows a perfect smile, inside, you feel more and more empty.

Upon arrival, the flashes begin to light up every corner. The cameras don’t stop firing. You pose hand in hand with the model, your bodies close together, simulating the intimacy that doesn’t exist between you. Your laughs are rehearsed, your gestures, calculated. It’s just another performance, but this time, the discomfort in your chest is more palpable than ever.

What people don’t know, what the cameras don’t show, is that Jude Bellingham is also at the event, dressed in a modern, high-fashion ensemble. The outfit includes a black suit with embroidered rose details and brand patterns. The avant-garde touch comes from the jacket he wears open, with no shirt underneath, and a white scarf wrapped around his neck. White sunglasses and sturdy black shoes complete the look, giving him an air of sophistication and modernity. Somewhere in the room, he watches the scene, battling his own instincts.

For months now, the connection between the two of you has been undeniable. Stolen moments at previous events, clandestine conversations in the shadows. There’s something between you that can’t be faked or forced. And although both of you are trapped in the fame game, your relationship has grown in secret. Jude loves you. More than he’s willing to admit out loud.

But tonight, seeing you so close to another man, smiling for the cameras as if you’re really enjoying it, makes his stomach turn. Trent Alexander-Arnold, his teammate and friend, notices the tension in Jude as they both watch from a discreet corner.

“Man, don’t get like this,” Trent whispers, trying to calm him down. “You know how this game works. It’s just marketing. Nothing more.”

Jude clenches his fists. He knows. He understands. But that doesn’t make it any easier.

And then it happens.

As you pose for the cameras, you try to subtly pull away from the model, wanting to break the contact and end the photo session. But the man, following the marketing team’s instructions, grabs your arm roughly, pulling you back to continue posing. The gesture is quick, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. The expression of discomfort on your face is clear, and though you try to hide it, the damage is already done.

From his position, Jude feels his blood start to boil. That jerk touched you in a way he shouldn’t have. Too rough. Too disrespectful.

“Did you just see that?” Jude asks through clenched teeth, staring at the model still holding your arm.

Trent notices it too and knows he has to intervene quickly.

“Jude, calm down,” he says, stepping between him and the scene. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

But Jude barely hears him. Every muscle in his body is tense, ready to disfigure that idiot's face. Rage blinds him, and all he can think about is protecting you. How dare he treat you like that in front of everyone?

Jude takes a step forward, but Trent grabs his arm firmly.

“No, Jude. Not here. Not now. This will only make things worse,” his friend insists. “Think about what will happen if you cause a scene. You know it won’t end well for either of you.”

Jude breathes heavily, but little by little, reason returns to his mind. Trent is right. Causing a scene here, in the middle of all those photographers and cameras, would only complicate things further. But that doesn’t mean he accepts it.

From a distance, his eyes meet yours. And in that instant, he understands that you’re fed up too. He can see it in your gaze, in the way your lips tremble slightly, holding back your frustration. Both of you are trapped in this game, and neither of you can take it anymore.

When the model finally lets go of you, you discreetly step away, walking toward a more secluded corner, pretending you need a break. Jude, still furious, watches you, making sure you’re okay.

“I promise this won’t last much longer,” Jude mutters through clenched teeth as Trent looks at him with determination. “I’ll find a way to get us out of this.”

Trent nods, understanding that his friend is serious. And although the situation is complicated, Jude has always been someone who gets what he wants.

As the event’s lights continue to shine and the cameras keep capturing perfect images, deep down, both of you know you can’t keep pretending much longer.

The vibrant music and murmurs of the crowd still echo in the air, but all you can think about is the scene you just lived through. When the model grabbed your arm with that unrestrained force, a flood of emotions washed over you. You feel trapped, as if your voice, once confident, is on the verge of being drowned by the pressure of the show. As you walk away from the cameras, a desperate desire to escape the world you’ve created pushes you forward.

Looking for refuge, you find an empty room at the end of a hallway. The walls are elegantly adorned, but the opulence can’t distract you from your vulnerability. You sink into a chair, feeling the tears start to well up in your eyes.

“Calm down, don’t cry...” you whisper to yourself, trying to keep your composure. “You can’t let this affect you.”

But the pressure of fame, the expectations, and the pain of being treated like an object overwhelm you. You hug yourself, recalling moments when you’ve felt strong and secure. That image the tabloids show of you, the perfect woman, is nothing but a mirage. It’s a constant performance, and tonight, the game has crossed a line you’re not willing to accept.

Meanwhile, Jude is elsewhere at the event, feeling his heart tighten. The anger still bubbles inside him, and despite Trent’s efforts to calm him, he can’t ignore the distress he saw on your face. The protective instinct he’s always had drives him to act.

“I’m going to find her,” he announces, his voice low but firm.

Trent gives him a warning look, but Jude is already in motion, his determination pulling him toward where he knows you’ve gone. Every step he takes is a reminder that he’s not going to let anyone treat you like that. The thought that any man, whoever he may be, could lay a hand on you and make you feel uncomfortable is unbearable to him.

When he finally finds you, the scene before him breaks his heart. You’re sitting, head bowed, trying to hold back tears. Jude can’t help but feel a wave of compassion wash over him. He approaches slowly, and when you look up, your eyes are filled with sadness.

“Baby...” he whispers, making his way toward you and wrapping you in his arms. “I’m here.”

The embrace is instantly comforting, a bubble of safety that seems to shield you from the outside world. You sink into his chest, feeling his warmth surround you. The pressure of your emotions begins to fade, at least a little. Jude holds you tighter, as if with that simple gesture he could erase your pain.

“I won’t let anyone treat you like that, ever,” he says, his voice thick with anger.

You feel your heart tighten in a strange way. Jude’s protective instinct is one of the things you love most about him, but it also makes you feel vulnerable. Still, at that moment, you need it. You wipe away a tear and smile weakly.

“I know... I just... I feel so overwhelmed sometimes,” you confess, your voice barely a whisper.

“You need a break,” Jude said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “This world can be overwhelming, but you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here with you, and I’ll always be by your side. Always.”

You take a deep breath, feeling how his words wrap you in a warmth you haven’t experienced in a long time. Fame, the spectacle—it can all be suffocating, but Jude is there, always ready to remind you of your true worth. In that embrace, you realize you’re not alone. You have someone who understands you and who’s willing to protect you, even in a world that often seems so hostile.

“Thank you, Jude,” you murmur, and your eyes shimmer with the tears you’ve been holding back. “Sometimes I feel like I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can always handle more than you think,” Jude says, leaning in toward you, his gaze intense. “You’re not alone in this. You never will be.”

Jude steps back slightly, making sure you’re looking at him. His expression is serious, but there’s a spark of determination in his eyes.

“I’m not going to let anyone make you feel like that again. I promise.”

You nod, feeling the weight on your shoulders lighten, if only a little. Jude has been your refuge, and in your heart, you know that together, you can face any storm fame throws at you.

“We need to escape,” he says, his dark eyes shining with a mix of determination and tenderness.

You look at him, still feeling the echo of your vulnerability, but a spark of excitement runs through your body. You nod, feeling that in his company, you could find the courage to leave everything behind.

As you walk together, Jude firmly takes your hand, guiding you toward the parking lot. But when you reach a luxurious black car, you stop in your tracks.

"Hey big guy, hold on a second, I can't keep up with you in these heels!" you said with fake frustration.

"Come on baby, you have to use those heels to your advantage, with those on we can finally have a face to face conversation, even though I'm still two heads taller than you" He said in a mocking tone trying to annoy you.

"Oh, don't tell me you're going to surprise me! You finally learned to drive, Mr. Twenty-one-year-old, sir? “ you ask, smiling playfully trying to divert the conversation a little by trying to make fun of him.

Jude looks at you, a little embarrassed.

“Uh... no. But I can try,” he responds, with a mix of confidence and nervousness.

You get in the car, and Jude takes the wheel, his hands steady but a little shaky. When he starts the engine, the car roars to life, and he takes a turn, but the car jerks violently, making both of you burst into laughter.

“Damn it!” Jude exclaims, trying to correct the movement.

You laugh uncontrollably, feeling the tension dissipate in the atmosphere of the backseat.

“In this context, the prince is supposed to rescue the princess by riding his horse, but...” you say, pretending to be deep in thought. “What happens if your ‘horse’ jerks around?”

Jude grins mischievously.

“I’m supposed to be the hero here, not the princess. I’m going to learn how to drive!”

Finally, after several laughs and a couple of attempts, he gives up.

“You drive!” he declares with frustration.

You take the wheel between laughs, enjoying the feeling of freedom as you drive away from the event and the crowd. As the city fades behind you, a new emotion takes over: the adrenaline of escape.

When you arrive at the motel, you and Jude exchange nervous glances, holding back laughter from the adventure. As you get out of the car, a biting cold greets you, and Jude, with a protective smile, drapes his coat over your shoulders.

“I don’t want you to get cold, okay?” he says, his voice soft.

You’re overwhelmed by the gesture and smile at him, though you blush when you notice he’s left standing bare-chested, showing off his muscles in the cold London night. Jude’s tanned skin glows under the motel lights, making him look even more attractive.

“Jude, that’s not necessary,” you murmur, laughing softly.

He smiles, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

“You think I’m going to let you freeze while I’m standing here ‘shirtless’? It’s a matter of principle.”

You laugh, enjoying his boldness and the absurdity of the situation.

“You look like a Ken doll,” you say, looking him up and down.

“A black, sexier Ken doll,” Jude replies, laughing as you wrap yourself in his oversized coat.

As you approach the reception, Jude frowns, remembering they need to keep a low profile.

“Wait a second, we need to come up with something,” he says, searching through the car.

As you both rummage, Jude finds a hat he had forgotten about.

“Look!” he exclaims, pulling it out and putting it on his head. “This should help.”

You laugh at how ridiculous he looks in the hat, but you can’t resist the idea.

“And I’ll wear your sunglasses,” you say, searching the car and finding a pair of sunglasses Jude had left behind.

When you finally make it to the reception desk, a man in his seventies looks at you with curiosity. Jude tries to keep his composure, though he blushes a little at how ridiculous you both look.

“Hi, we have a reservation…” he stammers.

The receptionist, with playful smile, looks at them over closely.

“I won’t say anything about you, I knew you guys were a couple!” he assures them with a wink. His eyes gleam with complicity, as if he knows exactly who you are.

You exchange glances with Jude, trying to hold back laughter at how absurd you must seem.

“Thanks, we appreciate it,” Jude says, relieved.

As you head to your room, laughing and running, the receptionist calls out again.

“By the way, you two look adorable together. Have fun!” he says with a warm smile.

When you enter the room, Jude turns to you, a mischievous smile on his face.

“You know what? This is way better than the party. Now we’re in ‘our bubble,’” he says, spreading his arms as if inviting you into a world that belongs only to the two of you.

You walk over, laughing as you savor the moment.

“Sure, as long as you don’t try to drive the car again.”

The motel room is small, but its atmosphere is filled with a vibrant energy that hums in the air. You find yourself in a space that feels far removed from the world, where the worries of the outside fade away. The soft light filtering through the windows highlights your face, reflecting the smile you share with Jude, a smile born from the growing bond between you.

Jude falls onto the bed, his gaze fixed on you, while you snuggle up, keeping warm in his coat.

“How about we do something fun?” he asks, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Like what, a tickle fight?” you reply.

“No, something more intimate,” he says, moving a little closer.

You feel the heat rise between you, a mix of laughter and nerves. Jude tilts his head toward you, getting close enough to whisper in your ear:

“Do you have any idea how much I love being here with you?”

His voice is soft, like velvet, sending a shiver down your spine. When you look at him, his eyes lock with yours, and in that moment, nothing else exists but the two of you. Jude brushes his hand across your face, gently caressing your cheek.

“Every moment with you is special.” you murmur softly.

The romantic tension in the air intensifies as Jude smiles, savoring the closeness. He leans in a little more, and you cradle his cheeks in both hands, his lips nearly brushing your skin, but instead of a kiss, it’s a soft touch, a hint of what could be.

You both let yourselves be carried by the current of your connection. You play with the edge of the coat you’re still wearing, moving a little closer to him, feeling his warm body near yours. Jude smiles, his eyes twinkling with understanding.

“Did you know hugs are my favorite form of communication?” he says with a playful smile.

“And what if I give you one?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him.

Jude lets out a soft laugh, enjoying the warmth of your embrace. The way you're lying, with Jude almost on top of you but without crushing you, makes you feel completely wrapped in that hug. However, the laughter soon turns into something deeper; your bodies come closer in an embrace that feels like it could last forever. You can feel his heartbeat, and your own breathing quickens.

Suddenly, you start laughing, breaking the tension, and Jude joins in. You both sit up on the bed, still laughing, enjoying the lightness of the moment. He gently pushes you back, making you fall onto the bed, and out of nowhere, Jude bends down and starts giving quick kisses on your stomach, tickling you lightly.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” you say, still laughing as you readjust yourself.

“I never said I was a fair hero,” Jude replies, looking at you with that mix of tenderness and mischief that always makes you smile.

Then, he leans toward you, his face so close you can feel his breath. His gaze intensifies, and the outside world fades away. Jude strokes your hair gently, and you feel lost in those small gestures, those moments of intimacy that speak louder than any words.

“Do you want to play a game?” Jude suggests, breaking the silence.

“What kind of game?” you ask, intrigued.

“We could play a whisper game. The first one to laugh loses,” he says, smiling mischievously.

“I accept the challenge,” you respond, smiling back.

Jude leans in, his lips almost brushing your skin, and begins whispering in your ear, soft words that make your heart race.

“Bread with tomato and ham,” he says, just loud enough for only you to hear.

You try to keep a straight face, but you can’t help but smile; it’s so bad that it’s funny.

“You can’t do that to me,” you say, trying to hold back your laughter.

“What? You don’t like what you’re hearing?” Jude replies, moving even closer, his voice dripping with provocation.

“You’re such an idiot,” you exclaim, bursting into laughter.

Jude smiles triumphantly, and the two of you dive into a sea of laughter and games. You push each other playfully, trying to keep a straight face while having fun on the bed.

Amid the laughter, Jude leans in toward you again, this time more serious, and whispers:

“Sometimes, I wonder how it’s possible that we have this intense connection.”

You feel the weight of his words, and your gaze deepens.

“Maybe we’re meant to be together in some way,” you respond, feeling your heart race.

Jude smiles, knowing the night has evolved in a way neither of you had anticipated.

“It’ll always be our little bubble,” he says, his eyes full of promises. "I love you with my life" He looked into your eyes in such a sincere way.

"I love you babe thank you for absolutely everything" you said kissing his nose, a very intimate gesture that meant a lot.

You both look at each other, feeling like this moment belongs to just the two of you. The touch of hands, the shared whispers, and the echoing laughter are evidence of a connection that goes beyond the physical; it’s a bond that promises something special in every gesture, every laugh, every glance. The night continues, and in your world, anything is possible.

You spend the night in soft laughter that fills the room with genuine closeness, interspersed with slow kisses and touches that say more than words ever could. You draw closer to one another, letting the silence and the rhythm of your breathing blend with the sounds of the night, as intimacy wraps around you both completely, melting into a space where time seems to stand still. Without rush or hurry, you let your bodies and gazes connect, diving into a deep, warm closeness, as if the outside world no longer existed.

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mercutio-the-velaryon · 27 days ago

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Another Half-baked Analysis: When Traditionalism met Modernity

I think there's somewhat of a consensus on Mel and Jayce's relationship being hero x hero. But I think an interesting dichotomy thrumming beneath that is they embody two different kinds of archetypes. Mel is the classic tragic Greek hero, from noble/grandiose origins, practically a demi-god in her own right, seeking glory and fame. Jayce, is the modern hero, from humble beginnings, he's brave, kind and consistently exhibits a readiness to self-sacrifice for the greater good.

I find it so compelling how this is subverted gender-wise too. The classic hero is a distinctly masculine role and it is imposed on Mel's hyperfeminine form. In contrast to this, you have Jayce, the modern hero in a classic hero's body, he's very tall and muscular and handsome in a way that demands to be noticed.

Its also embedded in their designs. Mel is often dressed in these structured revealing silhouettes that echo an ancient goddess-art deco (1) fusion and traditional medieval-tudor designs, serving as indication of her class, prestige and steeping her visually in this idea of tradition. Which is also important to her narratively, as her central motivation for a time was meriting the blood in her veins, preserving the past, maintaining the Medarda legacy.

Jayce on the hand, aligns with Piltover's larger retro-futuristic steampunk logic in regard to his fashion. Which makes sense he is their symbol, their icon, he embodies the essence of the city, its successes and its far more substantial failings.

Jayce and Mel's occupation of these roles steers their relationship, it clashes them together and it forces them apart. Jayce most typical hero traits, his inclination toward self-sacrifice, his desire to change the world for the better is infectious, contagious. Literally. Mel, the empath, taught to suppress the kind of hope and kindness Jayce wears on his sleeve, endures a revolutionary change set off by her proximity, her intimacy with Jayce.

In conclusion, they're kind of a literary juxtaposition for the ages.

#arcane #mel medarda #jayce talis #meljay #onlymeljay #goldenforge #arcane meta #I feel like more could be said on this but I'm too illiterate rn

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riizebabie444 · 2 years ago

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙣 2024 ୨୧

୨୧ ─── as we approach the end of 2023, i thought it might be nice to do reading about the themes of your life in the coming year using a new astrology deck and tarot. the astrology cards will represent the theme and the tarot card drawn for each will provide some depth to the message. enjoy!

୨୧ ─── picking your pile: take a deep breath and allow your soul to centre itself. when you feel your mind balanced and cleared, allow yourself to be drawn to an image. your eyes may gravitate to one, or you may close your eyes and feel which image is calling out.

୨୧ ─── be sure to check out my other readings and don’t forget to share and give feedback. disclaimer: all readings done are for entertainment only. please do not use my tarot readings as a replacement for legitimate advice.

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୨୧ ─── 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚

the overarching theme of your life in 2024: your astrology card is libra and your clarifying tarot card is five of pentacles. the overarching theme of your life this year will be making the world a better place. you will feel an emphasis on treating others equally, and being treat equally yourself. this might also mean cutting off those who do not treat you in the same way you treat them. and the other way around also, with others concluding whether or not you are treating them fairly too.

you will be very friendly and kind in the coming year, especially to those who may be less fortunate. you may feel like you've lost all hope, but you will still choose to show love and kindness to others. in your mind, everyone deals with their own struggles so you do your best to maintain your own positivity while spreading the positivity to others. you will feel very optimistic and easy going despite the struggles of life.

you may also choose to be the peacekeeper, especially when you hit hard times, or when others hit their hard times. however, this could mean you avoid confrontation for the sake of keeping peace, which could make wounds grow deeper. you could be feeling very lonely this year which you will try to blind out by being social and making lots of friends. it is important to not distract yourself from what needs to be fixed.

the energy you will embody in 2024: your astrology card is sagittarius and your clarifying tarot card is ten of cups. it makes sense that your energy is sagittarius as it relates to the above. to be friendly and sociable, you need to be adventurous and confident. you will embody the energies of honesty and optimism, excitement and wittiness. you will be a very likeable person, and i can sense you aura attracting a lot of people due to its genuine curiosity and kindness.

you could also embody the spirit of a traveller, an explorer. you may feel the need to travel a lot in the coming year, and dream a lot of being in different places and parts of the world. you'll also be very energetic with the energy of sagittarius, and also the ten of cups. feeling content and blissful with all of your relationships, and you might notice yourself feeling more romantic than usual.

peace and love is everything for you in 2024. but in difficult times, you could become cold to others. for example, you would love to be sociable, but when you are not in the mood, you might be silent or stop talking to others all together. in that way, you might be a little inconsistent also if your energy is left unchecked, and perhaps even reckless. you can be emotionally content in the year but that doesn't mean there won't be hard times where you act the exact opposite of what you normally do. you'll feel an emotional climax in the coming year for both positive and negative emotions. but don't forget the real you who wants to spread peace and love in this cruel world.

focuses, advice and messages for 2024: your astrology card is pluto and your clarifying tarot cards are queen of pentacles reversed and three of pentacles reversed. the advice for you is to face the changes in life no matter how difficult. if you only focus on positive things and staying positive whilst simultaneously ignoring all the negative things, it becomes toxic positivity. you are being warned to not let this happen.

furthermore, it is important for you to not become jealous of others and what they have. it is easy to look at someone else's life and wish you were living it, but your message here is to not feel selfish or envious about wanting things that aren't meant for you. practise gratitude for what you have and self-care to nourish your mind and body so you can avoid this kind of energy. there is already so many negative influences in the world that could affect you, so don't add to them by bringing your own negativity into your life.

the last message is that in 2024, some things will begin and some things will end. you are being called to remember that the cycle of life exists, and old things end to make room for new things. likewise, new things come in to help remove old things. don't be too focused on either the positive things or negative things. you need to have a dynamic balance between your focus on each or else you will become hopeless and depressed or overconfident and unrealistic.

lastly, the three of pentacle reversed can indicate disharmony between groups. friendship or work groups or even family. you may not be on the same page as others, so it is important to listen to others and value others' opinions and ideas as well as your own. and also ensuring others treat you the same too. pay attention to details this year, don't be sloppy and lazy with your work or school life and develop your knowledge, skills and talents.

୨୧ ─── 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤

the overarching theme of your life in 2024: your astrology card is leo and your clarifying tarot card is the ace of wands. the main theme of your life in 2024 will be developing your creativity and skills and learning to be courageous. these two cards compliment each other well, and allow the energy to become much stronger. leo is already brave and assertive, and ace of wands is all about potential. you will grow a lot in the coming year.

i want to say being sociable will be a theme for the year, but moreover, the theme of personal growth is greater. you will receive lots of attention, and maybe even enjoy it as you may not be used to it at this moment. people will notice you a lot more with your newfound confidence and changes you are making to your personality and appearance. i feel you will be very charming this year. one thing i see is you complimenting and praising others a lot, as much as you will receive the same, which is what will make others love you even more. people will want you around but do be weary of those who only want you around for selfish reasons.

you'll be generous with your time and energy this year. i see you need to be careful to not give so much of it to others that you have none left for yourself. and with the ace of wands, you are sharing all of this potential. there is no gatekeeping this year. you will do your best to help others. it will even motivate you and inspire you to do better with your own life. you will attract success and good luck with these themes present. however, these themes do come hand in hand with arrogance and possessiveness, and even jealousy. always remember that personal growth is for yourself, and not something to show off to others or to make you feel better than others.

the energy you will embody in 2024: your astrological card is jupiter and your clarifying tarot card is the lovers reversed. jupiter is all about growth. this energy with significantly compliment the themes of your year. the energy you have will be expanding and healing. inviting lots of good fortune. but of course be aware that excessive good fortune will also have negativity lurking around. you might experience a lot of "miracles" this year, or just really lucky circumstances. you'll feel quite lucky.

if you feel attracted to pile one, you might want to read it. you'll have adventurous energy, wanting to travel a lot. you might even need to travel for work or family. i believe you will have a lot of energy focused on education or learning in general. such as learning new skills so you can take on more responsibilities with work or school, even hobbies. you may be facing the consequences of past actions in 2024, but you will not hide away. your brave energy will allow you to face them head on. you might also realise some toxic relationships need to come to an end. this is all part of jupiter's growth. it involves removing what is holding you back.

with the lovers reversed, your energy can be positive and healing but it will come with difficulties. you might deal with inner and outer conflicts in regards to your life. your energy might feel disharmonious at some points in the year. you could often feel that some things are "off", that something doesn't feel right. you can trust your intuition in some circumstance, but in others intuition alone will not be enough and you will need to put in the effort to work through things. jupiter's energy will always help you find balance again. self-love is also here as an energy, but you may be lacking it in the coming year.

focuses, advice and messages for 2024: your astrology card is uranus and clarifying tarot card is ten of pentacles. here, we have the energy of drastic changes. it holds the energy of being awakened. you will experience a different kind of drive to what you have had before, such as feeling motivated in ways you have never been motivated before. perhaps in the past you have been a procrastinator. uranus, and the other astrological energies, will guide you to a new source of motivation and it will allow you to be totally different from the past.

you want to be different and make a change in 2024. so accept and work with the energies of uranus in order to make it happen. you will be really setting the foundations of your future in this year. so if you know an important choice will be made, such as which degree to do, or subject to study, or job to choose. think about them deeply, weigh the options against each other and choose the right one for you, because it will set the tone for your future. but as there are important questions to answer, you should also share your attention to all areas of your life. your decisions must ultimately reflect in the best way possible for all aspects of your life.

furthermore, money and possessions seem quite important this year, so consider them greatly, they might be the deciding factor in your decisions. think about the future, and how the decisions you make in this year will affect the positions of you and your dreams a year, five years, ten years down the line. for some, it may be a decision like getting married or starting a business. you need to consider how it will affect the future that you want.

୨୧ ─── 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

the overarching theme of your life in 2024: your astrological card is taurus and your clarifying tarot is the chariot. the themes of your year will be all about hard work and building something for the future. it's very hard-working and studious energy, consistent and disciplined. you want to move forward in a positive direction, so you are setting the foundations in 2024 to make it happen. you'll be extremely committed to the important things in your life.

there will be a lot of emphasis on family, spending time with them as much as you can because you know most of your time will be going into work and staying organised. you will want to create something with a long lasting value, something that won't just be significant in 2024, but for the foreseeable future. it's all about having the willpower to commit to your goals so that you can see victory. "keep going" is what i keep hearing. you'll be pushing yourself harder than ever, so it is important to also rest when you need it.

you will enjoy building up layers of stability over the year. but sometimes you will need a breath of fresh air. this year you will really appreciate the outdoors, especially when you are taking a break from the hard work. you will have a strong desire to succeed this year and taking breaks is what will make the difference between burning out and staying consistent. the outdoors will also help to keep any jealousy at bay. possessiveness and jealousy are negative themes which could come through in 2024. remember that not everyone is an enemy. instead of feeling jealous of others achieving goals quicker than you, use it as motivation to make yours happen faster.

the energy you will embody in 2024: your astrological card is ninth house and your clarifying tarot card is queen of wands. these two cards compliment each other a lot. you're set out on your quest to make your dreams come true but you know that the horizon isn't the end despite it being the farthest you can see. you know making dreams come true goes beyond just making it happen. for example, you can make a cake. but you can't make the cake without knowing how to make it. and when you learn how to make it, you can't make it without the ingredients. so you first need to find the ingredients.

in this sense, you will learn to do things step by step, slowly building up the layers to create a solid foundation for your goals to be sustainable. it could mean you will be more inclined this year to focus in education and learning skills. it will feel like your basic instinct is to learn. you are providing initial inputs for future outputs. you can also be more confident and outgoing this year, but being sociable will be quite draining since a lot of your energy will go into work.

you're energy in 2024 will be a mix of earthly and fiery energy. the two often clash with each other and could mean you will burn out quite easily. you don't want to use up all of your energy straight away. you will feel a little adventurous too, trying new things, new food, visiting new places. you will use your time for rest to nourish your mind and body with new experiences, but you will still have that focus on your goals.

focuses, advice and messages for 2024: your astrology card is the moon and your clarifying tarot card is two of pentacles. your advice hear is to keep the balance. like i already mentioned, with the earth and fire energy it will be easy for you to burn out before you get a chance to finish your goals. you might also be rushing from one thing to the next. you have that eagerness in you and you need to balance it with your slow and dedicated energy.

ensure you have your downtime, personal time to reflect on the things you are achieving as well as doing things which completely take your mind off of work. such as travelling or socialising. you might even have greater focus on religion and philosophy, which could help you keep your mind at ease. the moon is hear to usher you to reflect on your subconscious reactions and emotions. understand why you are doing the things you are doing. create a deeper insight into yourself. nurture both your mind and body here in order to keep your energy levels high.

try not to compare yourself too much, especially with others. you are on your own journey, you aren't making your dreams come true for anyone else but yourself. so it is important that you don't focus too heavily on what other people are doing and achieving as it can lead to jealousy and bitter feelings which will not reflect well in your own life and work. you are on your own journey going at your own pace. appreciate that as a fact so that you are not influenced with negativity.

୨୧ ─── 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

the overarching theme of your life in 2024: your astrological card is pluto and your clarifying tarot card is the tower. these two cards are pretty much one and the same. there is emphasis on power and transformation in your life in the year of 2024. it's likely you will experience big shifts in your life, both physical and mental. what has lied beneath in the past will come to the top in 2024, and you will have no choice but to confront it. it is a very powerful energy and you can feel overwhelmed at many times during the year.

however, it is not all bad energy. the results will almost definitely be positive changes in your life. you'll face the creation of new and amazing things after the destruction of things that no longer served you. honesty and open communication will be key themes this year. you will expect it more from others and also be expected to give the same to others. you'll become more authentic when communicating in the coming year, however, you should ensure that you do not become harsh or brash when communicating. you can be honest, but that doesn't mean you can be mean. be careful with how you say things.

you'll have a lot of focus in finding out the truth. you know the worst will be put behind you but you will still be looking for closure on past events. you may face challenges in general, and you will feel the need to sometimes step back from it all and reflect on what you are doing, and whether or not it is worth doing. you will learn a lot in this process as pluto will guide you to learn right from wrong. you may feel you are experiencing too many hardships but it is a cycle you need to get through in order to overcome it and become stronger.

the energy you will embody in 2024: your astrology card is libra and your clarifying tarot card is the lovers and queen of wands. libra and the lovers pair well together. you will want to find balance and peace. it may be difficult to do so when you are experiencing much change and discomfort due to the energies in the year, however, i think you will still be a softie inside. you may harden up on the outside, but inside you will still be craving for peace and balance.

it is a reminder that not everything lasts forever, so the difficult times will pass over and you will feel confident about coming out stronger. you will have balancing energy within yourself. although outside your mind and body will feel chaotic, you will focus on ensuring the inside of your mind and body is kept healthy and balanced. you will feel the desire to keep the peace, and so your overall energy will be like so.

you may feel very conflicted at times and indecisive. you may often want to hide away from the problems of life. but overall, i see you embodying the strength of someone brave and powerful. someone who is going through the hardest time but still does their best to come out on top. you will feel focused and do what you need to do in order to keep the balance when pluto and the tower are tipping the scales of your life. life is bringing you chaos, so your bring life peace and balance. this will be your energy focuses in 2024.

focuses, advice and messages for 2024: your astrology card is sixth house and your clarifying astrology card is wheel of fortune. it is very important that you take care of your health and wellbeing this year. which makes sense because it will be a drastic year. both physical and mental health should be given attention from yourself. there is some little emphasis on personal growth, however i think it is more important to focus on keeping your mind and body healthy as a priority, and personal growth comes after.

there is also the reminder of what goes around comes around. so be careful of how you treat others. don't take out your personal issues on others who do not deserve it. and if you do, don't be surprised when others react in ways you do not like. you should also focus on separating the things you can't change from the things you can change. you can always make a difference with the things you have control over, so don't be blinded by the things you do not have control over. those are what you must deal with, but everything else you can control to make things better.

focus on routine. i see 2024 may be really hard for you so it will be difficult to stay consistent and disciplined. your energy levels may fluctuate a lot. therefore, it is even more important to reflect on your routine and change it so that it fits with the changes in your life. you should also prepare for the unexpected. things may go your way, others will not. believe that luck and fortune will be on your side despite all the difficulties. i'm hearing you will be rewarded at the end. you are being encouraged to not give up.

୨୧ ─── 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

the overarching theme of your life in 2024: your astrology card was saturn and your clarifying tarot card is the lovers. saturn is all about being more organised, finding discipline. you will find in 2024 that your life requires a lot more organisation and you will need to be more disciplined. routines will be very beneficial for you. for some, it could be that you allow yourself to be more disciplined and organised, you will put in the effort. for others, you will pretty much be forced into it. you will have no other choice and life may be difficult for you without this energy.

there is also the energy of commitment. commitment to new routines and new habits but also commitment to things and people in your life. some of you may enter a committed relationship, for others it could be friendship, a job, hobby or a home. it could also be staying committed to the new routines. overall, the energy suggests that you will find something or many things to be committed to in 2024. and with your energy being savoured with your newfound organisation, you will have enough energy for such commitments.

the lovers also suggests balance. finding harmony and peace with the changes in your life. if you are someone who has been wanting to be more disciplined in the past, 2024 will be the year it finally happens. you will become more mature and authoritative, embodying that of a leader who sets an example not just to others but also to yourself. your purpose in the year will be to work hard and stay committed.

the energy you will embody in 2024: your astrology card is virgo and your clarifying tarot card is king of swords. virgo is hard working energy. as mentioned above, you will embody the energy of a hard worker. someone who is intelligent and gives everything to their craft. but also staying humble for long after receiving the rewards. i see you will pursue your goals in silence, not bragging and not giving up.

the king of swords shares the same energy. he is smart, a clear thinker, true and authoritative. you may also be someone who enjoys foods and arts in 2024. you will feel the energy to express your creativity, and nourish a creative mind. and you will also feel inclined to emotional connections. but the king also will help you rise above any strong emotional withholdings and help you to see clearly when you are clouded by emotions.

a hard worker often gets lost in their work, so you it is likely you will be prone to bouts of perfectionism throughout the year. you will think a lot with virgo's energy, and perhaps showcase overthinking tendencies, and may be overly critical of yourself and others. it is important you remain unbiased and see both sides of matters, rather than getting stuck in your head. you will be focused on building plans and coming up with ideas.

focuses, advice and messages for 2024: your astrology card is taurus and your clarifying tarot cards are page of cups reversed and ace of pentacles. i love how all of these cards and the ones above are pretty much saying the same thing. although you will be hard working this year, it is important to put in the work for things that will last in the long term. of course you can work on whatever you want but some of it should be on things which will have long lasting value.

you could be experiencing a creative block currently, or this will happen in the coming year. there is also a suggestion to keep your creative ideas a secret. there might be some unoriginal snakes around you who will steal your ideas. it can also indicate some disappointment in regards to emotional relationships so be aware for this. in regards to this, you should try not to act irresponsibly out of emotion, and not letting your emotions get the better of you.

the last piece of advice is to be careful with your expenditure in 2024. new opportunities and prosperity may come your way however, it is important to value stability rather than lushness. there is potential for abundance but be careful with spending everything all at once. you'll experience success with what you put your mind to. but i'm getting the message that you need to keep your head in the game and don't get distracted by rewards.

୨୧ ─── 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭

the overarching theme of your life in 2024: your astrology cards are pluto and aquarius and your clarifying tarot card is page of swords. the themes of your life in 2024 will be change, transforming yourself into someone who is sociable and outgoing. by having the power within yourself to make the change. you'll be more focused on forming friendships and social groups, as well as cultivating work or school circles or bubbles.

trying new things will also be a theme, but more so creating new things, such as friendships, habits, opportunities. and while a lot of your focus will be on other people in the new year, you will also be learning how to be reliant on yourself. the areas of life which need changing will ultimately face the powers of creation and destruction.

this year will be all about curiosity and enthusiasm, staying positive no matter what. always learning and having lots of energy for yourself and others while at the same time, planning carefully for the future. you may at times become pessimistic and impatient, possibly rebellious with both pluto and aquarius' energy, but overall the new year for you is about discovering a new side of yourself and others seeing that side. you may also deal with anxiousness and guardedness, however, you will grow to be an entirely new person for yourself and for others.

the energy you will embody in 2024: your astrology card is sixth house and your clarifying tarot card is ace of cups. the sixth house indicates that a lot of energy and focus will be put towards your health, both mental and physical. and with the ace of cups, it is clear you will especially be taking care of your mind and emotions. all of these are also linked to personal growth, so by putting in the effort to take care of your body and mind, it will also help you with personal development.

your wellbeing is of great importance in 2024, so don't ignore what your body is telling you. it is also involved with work and routines, preparing for day to day tasks rather than looking at long term goals. you'll have very detailed and meticulous focuses this year, and your energy will help you be thorough with completing tasks and achieving goals. and you will also work towards balanced energy, not working too hard as it might harm your wellbeing, and not focusing too much on health as it can distract you from your work.

and your energy might be quite emotional, it is likely you will be experiencing strong emotions and deep feelings, intense connections with others and lots of compassion, with the ace of cups. family and friendship is of importance in 2024, and you will embody the energy of someone your friends and family want to be around. you'll be feeling a renewal of love of all kinds. and also feel encouraged for new beginnings.

focuses, advice and messages for 2024: your astrology card is neptune and your clarifying tarot cards are ten of swords and two of swords. you are being called to not abandon your imagination. while you are focusing on real, tangible things in 2024, it is important to not forget the freedom of a creative mind and know that your mind is capable of many things. it is a warning to let go of limiting beliefs. it is also a suggestion to work on spirituality or personal growth, be connected with yourself on a deep and true level.

and to also figure out which structures and routines are not working for you. what works for everyone else does not necessarily work for you. it is okay to put an end to things that don't serve you anymore. you may feel defeated at times but trust in yourself that it will work out in the end, for the best. darkness does not last forever and if you are experiencing that now, 2024 will be the year you finally let go of it all. so look forward to it, and work towards it also.

you final piece of advice is to listen to your own wisdom and not be influenced by many others. neptune will show you that the truth is within you. the only thing stopping you is your beliefs, and outside influences. listen to yourself when making decisions, do not let others make them for you. you may feel distracted by events and people, and you want to make choices that will be good for everyone however, some choices need to be good for you and you alone. so don't make choices for other people's sake, do it for yourself. and sometimes that might even mean not making the choice at all, or stopping and taking some time to meditate on the decision before making the choice.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months ago

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hi ms raven i hope you've been well :D i was just rereading the main story and something piqued my interest. in book 1 ace introduces himself to cater as just "ace" while deuce being the reformed boy that he is introduces with his full name. im not too sure if its just a one off thing or if other characters does the same but he also only introduces himself by his name during playful land too while other characters introduce themselves by their full names. :0

The way that Ace and Deuce introduce themselves is pretty consistent. Just as an example, here is Ace introducing himself as "Ace" and Deuce introducing himself as "Deuce Spade" in the prologue:

And then they introduce themselves in the same manner in book 1:

This occurs due to a significant cultural difference between Japanese and English speakers, which doesn't usually translate well into the localization. In Japan, politeness is VERY important and is conveyed in the ways you speak and refer to others as well. For example, introducing yourself by first name only is considered casual. You typically don't give solely your first name unless you're indicating that it's okay to speak to them in a familiar tone, and you generally don't refer to people by only their first name if you don't know them very well or aren't intimate with them. By introducing himself as "Ace" instead of "Ace Trappola", Ace is telling us, the player, that he's a laidback kind of character who doesn't care for formalities. Deuce, the more serious of the duo, introduces himself by giving his FULL name, which is a more formal and standard way of introducing yourself. This makes sense, especially given his intent on being the model student.

This formality (or lack thereof) also extends to how Ace and Deuce refer to others. For example, Ace always calls his upperclassmen "[first name]-senpai", such as with Cater here (senpai is indicated in red):

Compare this to Deuce, who always calls his upperclassmen "[last name]-senpai", like we see with Trey here:

Again, this is because Ace is much more casual in how he speaks, so he is okay with calling his seniors and "betters" (who would typically warrant more respect and politeness) by their first names. Deuce calls them by their last names in order to maintain the proper distance and respect for his seniors.

We can see this pattern upheld in the way various students introduce themselves to Fellow Honest and Gidel in Playful Land (green and blue are Fellow and Gidel's names):

Grim, Ace, Kalim, Floyd are only using their first names, which, again, indicates casualness. Jack, Jade, and Ortho are using their full names, which is the more formal thing to do. Comparing how they communicate with their personalities, it all makes sense! ^^

Funnily enough, Jack remarks on how impolite Kalim is being by calling Fellow Honest, who is clearly an adult and much older than them, by only his first name. This occurs even in EN, which makes sense because you'd typically call an older adult like Fellow Mr. [last name]. (In red in the JP screenshot are the characters for the honorific -san.)

I would like to add that honorifics also play a part in this. For example, if you tack on -san to the end of someone's name (as Azul and Jade often do), it's considered more formal and polite. I would roughly equate it to the English version or Mr. or Miss. However, Azul and Jade just refer to their peers by their first names in EN, so the implication of politeness doesn't carry over from JP. I believe Ortho just calls the other characters by their full names, dropping the -san that JP includes with the full name. In fact, a loooot of the honorifics and titles in the original JP text are left out entirely in EN, and meaning is lost through that. Another example (and one that personally bothers me) is how Sebek's infamous "wakasama"/"young master", which he uses to refer to Malleus, is completely struck out and he instead refers to Malleus entirely by first name basis. It makes Sebek sound much more brazen and disrespectful to his own prince than was originally intended.

Sometimes EN attempts to localize the honorifics by making their own nicknames of them. Some prominent examples I can recall are Cater calling Lilia "Lils" instead of "Lilia-chan" and Floyd's various nicknames (like "Koebi-chan", "Kingyo-chan", etc.) adopting new suffixes ("Shrimpy", "Goldfishie", etc.). Most of the time, they tend to delete the honorific altogether and just refer to characters by first name only or add on that suffix I mentioned with Floyd.

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colourstreakgryffin · 2 years ago

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Can you do Tanjiro x fem!reader where he accidentally hurts her? Like, he’s asleep and having a nightmare and reader is trying to wake him up and when he wakes up he punches her cause it was a nightmare about demons.

I hope this makes sense��

Ommmmggg. Tanjiro will be so upset about that! I’m totally doing this, loves! Thank you!

Kamado Tanjiro- Truly Accidental

No… no… no. It was a accident. Tanjiro swears it! He wasn’t trying to put his hands on you! He was just having a truly vivid dream and he felt his body acting on it’s own. It made him swing at literally nothing, despite the fact his visions were merely fantasy

He truly woke up a familiar pained gasp and loud thud. His plum reds widened in shock and horror at the image before him, it tore his heart out and stomped all over it ten times fold. You, on your flat back and holding your cheek

No. He didn’t punch you, did he? Tanjiro is so panicked and concerned, his head screaming at him with such hateful comments, as he tries his best to crawl over to you to try fix the situation, his heart shattering at the way you flinch

He didn’t mean it… he was so sorry

“D-Dokusha… I’m so sorry… I-I… I didn’t mean to do that, I just—” Tanjiro whispered out in a plunge of disbelief and terror at his own subconscious actions. He woke up from such a horrific, hyperrealistic nightmare consisting of him throwing it down with a wave of rabid demons bare-fisted. He couldn’t believe he could take those monsters down without his katana but his fighting spirit and survival instincts kicked in to try defend himself

You, on the other hand, was sleeping peacefully and cuddled up to your lovely fiancé, Tanjiro when you felt his calloused hands grip your kimono a bit tighter, unintentionally stirring you awake as you scanned over his frowning expression and tighter clamped-shut eyes. He was asleep but imagining a not-so-pleasant situation in his unconscious headspace

In intense worry for your fiancé’s health, you begun to shake Tanjiro’s still frame with no response from him for almost a whole minute after whispering out his name repetitively and repetitive requests for him to wake himself up for far too long for your anxiety to handle. You needed to wake him up and comfort him over that obvious nightmare he was experiencing when the second his eyes shot open, his mighty fist swung at your face and flung you over the futon to the nearby wooden-pane floor. Both of you were really fear-struck and shocked at his actions

“Wait. Please, I-I swear I would never hurt you… I-I’m sorry, I love you. Come back…” Tanjiro whispers weakly at your horrified eyes glaring at him, tears welling up in his own glassy eyes as his brain tried its best to process exactly what happened. He couldn’t believe a single ounce of this situation and the fact it actually happened by his own fist. Why did he punch you when you weren’t a demon? How was that dream so realistic that it made him lash out at his beautiful spouse!

You sniffed softly at him, slowly raising up to sit and maintaining eye contact. Tanjiro was using everything he had to keep himself from crying as his guilt and shame piled up to an uncontrollable rate. How could he make it up to you when he was the one who caused you fear and pain? He would never forgive himself for this incident and he was very tempted to sleep in the kitchen or slice his own fingernails as punishment

He should be able to control himself. Hurting somebody important to him like Nezuko or Giyuu is a awful one thing, but hurting the one person he has developed such a powerful romantic love for such as you, it makes him feel like a worthless pile of shit. Rather it was a accident or not, he was ready to take the blame and accept you yelling at him… but you never did

You gently stroked his face to try comfort him, tears rolling over the soft skin of your hand as he went to protest at your kindness. He doesn’t deserve empathy after hurting you, you’re the victim. Why are you acting like he deserves forgiveness? You keep up a soft smile, further highlighting that nasty reddish mark on your cheek where his full-power fist landed and the mark he made caused his heart to stop beating for a second or two. Tanjiro kept his gaze on you, trying to process everything all at once even though, he just couldn’t keep himself composed anymore

“Dokusha… I don’t get it… I-I hurt you… I just punched you when you tried to wake me up… w-why are you—”

“Because I love you too, Kamado Tanjiro”

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keruimi · 1 year ago

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His Only Exception

Obanai x reader

Warning: Angst and comfort. Platonic Relationship. I have so many ideas for Obanai but it's tiring to make sure its plot is not repeating. But I hope you enjoy this one!

Would you choose the Moon that was in your darkest time, or the Sun that brightened the whole world you lived in?

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Ever since I was born, I was taught how cruel the world can be. Born from a family of broken people, I was raised to close my emotions.

To be the master of it before it became my reason of failure.

I remained detach to the people around me, maintain the acquaintance nature with them.

Until I met him at the age of 13.

Someone who was scared of me the first time we met.

"Please calm down. I won't harm you" I tried to soften my voice down to calm the boy brought by the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Shinjuro.

Kanae-san assigned him to me since we were at the same age and she is still helping out the injured ones from a mission.

She saw me as the only suitable person to tend him.

I set down the kit I was holding as I gave him a side glance who was looking at me warily.

I walked towards the window with a sigh and opened it to let the fresh breeze of the day in.

In hopes that he won't suffocate with my presence.

This was the first time I felt clueless about a situation. I really don't know how to act next.

My first hesitation...

If I approach him now or try to make him lower his guard on me, it could start a fragile relationship between the two of us.

The actions I thought wouldn't help our situation at all.

If Kanae-san was the one doing it, with her good personality, he would trust her.

But I don't know how to show kindness to a person who was violated by his own family.

He has his own traumas, his own fear. And if I directly confront those, it would break the communication between us that haven't even started.

I looked around the room as I looked for something that could relax him.

"Where is Rengoku-san?" I heard him mutter under his breath that made me turn my head to look at him.

Thank goodness he started the conversation first.

"Rengoku-san is preparing for another mission" I answered his question before I took a book from one of the shelves.

It might help him escape from the reality he experienced.

"If you don't mind me asking, do you love reading?" I ask him without my usual monotone voice so I can quickly heal him.

I need to finish this...

He slowly shook his head that made me nod before offering him the book I took.

"Well this might be one of the times you will need it" I offered it to him as I saw how his gaze fell on it.

"I don't know how to"

It felt like my world stopped when I heard those words from him.

The time I finally found a crack on his walls...

I didn't realize how my eyes shone from his words before a smile lifted from my lips.

"Let me teach you then. So you know a way you can escape the world we live in."

Reading a book that was never connected to the real world can heal and change his perspective about the society we lived in.

It was supposed to be a way to get him comfortable with me in just one moment.

I never knew I would cherish it on my entire life.

That day was the first time I gave effort on communicating with someone. The first time I forgot my fears that I might experience the more I continue my actions.

The first time I really stayed for someone else's comfort.

Ever since that time, there was no day I didn't visit him in his room as he slowly healed from my guidance.

Mostly everyone knew how important he was for me.

The first person I opened my heart with.

"Iguro, open your arms like this" I showed it my arms that were wide open like it was welcoming a hug.

He sighed knowing where this would lead to and he didn't hesitate opening his arms to embrace my form.

"Thank you" I whispered as I basked in the warmth of his embrace.

He never fails to silently comfort me on my lowest. When everything became overwhelming when I started to change for him.

From a nonchalant person to a caring one.

Most of the people in the Demon Slayer Corps were shocked by the change that happened when he entered my life.

Even me...

He is not aware of the effect he had on me.

But maybe because of my happiness that I became a light to someone's life. I became someone valuable to their life because I chose to be kind.

When I didn't push anyone nor question what hurt them.

It made me love myself. It made me yearn for the happiness I should experience because I deserved it.

I thought I deserved it.

Until he became a hashira, that became the beginning of our bond that was slowly breaking.

The time he became strict with my practice, the more he wanted me to push myself to my limits so I can become stronger.

For the reasons I never knew.

The times when I saw his tired gaze on mine. When I sometime sense him almost giving up on me.

It continues to ruin me.

I never really wished to become a fighter, but I chose to, so I can be beside him.

So I can keep reminding him that I was still beside him.

But the more our strength became different, the more I felt him slowly slipping from my grip.

I don't want to lose him...

Because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I train everyday so I can reach his expectations. Yet there is one thing I am afraid the most...

And that is when the time will come he would see me differently than before if I failed his expectations he set for me.

My father's words of not letting anyone change me was ignored knowing that if I don't experience this challenges...

If I keep running away from it, I would never gain anything.

That's what I keep telling myself so I can continue everyday.

Until she entered his life that I noticed I was not that someone significant to his life compared to him in my life.

Mitsuri Kanroji, the first person that introduced me to the emotion called 'jealousy'.

Almost 7 years of my growing affection for the serpent Hashira, without any effort, she managed to catch his eyes because of her extraordinary strength.

The thing he wants me to have.

It made me so wary of her that I didn't notice the toxic personality I had would be shown to her.

Yet her kindness made me doubt myself more. Knowing him, he would never like my treatment for her.

So I just ignored her.

But the more my insecurities show up, the more I notice his presence disappearing from my life.

That I always saw him with her.

The time I already knew that I was the one who lost him.

The first man who made me cry for so many nights. The first man who made me love myself...

And the first person who made me hate it.

If I let myself experience the hardships of life, there can be a chance I can become someone strong like he is.

If I just didn't cower, if I just got out of my comfort zone, I could become a better version of the person than who I am now.

No matter how much I tried to look for him, to approach him. The thought that I would ruin his moment with her halt me from my actions.

That the bond I was trying to save by myself, was finally drowning.

From being his friend, to becoming someone who gazed at him from far away.

I started to notice his treatment on her compared to others.

She was the only exception from his strict and merciless personality. Because even I, experienced it.

The more I saw the difference between me and her, the more my mental health deteriorated.

The main reason I started to become more distant to him, until my mere presence completely became like a wind.

The reason I started to question my real worth to the people around me. To the people I tried to not connect with because I already have him.

So this is what my life was before he entered it. It was really lonely...

I felt a tear fall from my eyes as I stood on top of the hill as I gazed at the headquarters I lived my whole life with.

Having this moment, it made me question if I regret letting him enter my heart. Because if I didn't, I would never cry for something I already expected.

My Father told me how difficult to overcome the first heartbreak.

It was indeed difficult.

It felt like my air was cut off as my chest tighten from overthinking.

But am I really overthinking?

I can hear my harbored breaths as I try to stop the feeling of agony from consuming me.

The torment I made myself experience, the suffering I knew I would feel the moment I soften up to someone else.

This is the thing I feared the most.

That my mind will become my own enemy.

I really shouldn't have...

I regret-

"Y/n?" I felt my body went numb the moment I heard him behind me.

After a year of being distant to him, my destiny let me confront the person I have been avoiding.

Is this one way of improving?

Is this the moment I need to overcome this obstacle so I can learn?

I didn't know it would be difficult.

I can't even find the strength to face him. After I finally manage to set my mind in one thing, I let the cold breeze of the night dried my tears before I manage to face him.

His gaze greatly reminded me of my old self.

The one who always held a blank stare. Something that would be difficult for the other person to interpret the emotions hidden beneath those eyes.

What is it?

That's one thing I want to let out of those very moment but I didn't manage.

I want to stay away from him so it would hurt less.

But my movement completely did the opposite that I found myself walking toward his direction as I just let my head rest on his shoulder.

Our surrounding were silent as he can't find the words to express what is currently happening right now.

Even I don't know why I did it. But I just needed something, a comfort so I can find the strength to walk away.

But thinking about 'comfort', I felt myself stain his haori as my tears I am trying to hide finally fell.

Yet I didn't let out a sound.

I just let the tears express the emotion I am feeling right now.

It hurts...

It really does...

I felt his hand slowly raise to gently caress my hair that made me snuggle deeper in his shoulder. My actions made him put his hand on my head to keep me still.

"What's wrong?" He ask in a whisper that made me want to just broke down sobbing.

Why am I crying? Do I have the rights to even cry for my one-sided love at him?

"Y/n" he called for my name again when he notice my body was staring to tremble as I try to prevent my cries from being heard.

"I don't know why I love you" I cried out as I pulled away and covered my face with my palm.

"I want to remove those feelings for you because it hurts" I continue as I tried my best to breath.

"I don't want to keep loving you"

"Y/n"

I remove my hands from my face as I let the tears freely fall on my cheeks as I put my eyes on our surrounding, except for him.

Because I can't face him.

"She is perfect for you. You both look so perfect that made me almost forget I used to be there. I was the one who used to be beside you" I stated between quick inhales like I was barely able to breath.

"I just wish for our memories to disappear like bubble so it wouldn't hurt-" I put my hands on my head in frustration as I uttered those words but I felt his hands on top of mine when he heard me let out those words.

"Y/n please"

"Why do you need to abandon me!" I cried out as I can't keep to myself the feeling I felt for almost a year.

Those days made me feel so lonely and useless. It showed me how much I reached in life.

"I..." I trailed off as I felt him pull my body towards him as he surrounded his haori on my trembling body.

"I felt so lonely" I sobbed out as I felt his arms around me tighten as he just let me cry on his shoulders.

"I never wished to be somebody else until you chose her" I keep letting out the thoughts that keep repeating in my head on those periods of time. The thoughts that ruined the love I have for myself.

"I'm trying my best, I really am" I whispered as he tightened his arms around me.

"You have no idea..."

He shushed me down when we both started to notice how my words are getting more breathless the more I talk.

"Deep breaths"

I clutch my eyes shut as I felt it sting a little. I finally snuggled myself more on his embrace as I tried to control my emotions.

"Is this friendship, still surviving?" I ask him as I look at his own eyes that made him lean his forehead on mine.

"Of course. More than you thought"

~•°•~

"Did you really leave me?" I asked him the question that needed an answer while I stared at his back as he looked at the scenery from my window.

"No"

"But ever since she arrived, I can't remember any day that you were with me"

My body felt more relaxed now but the slight feeling of numbness on my chest is still present as I found him making his way over to my bed.

"I'm sorry" he sat beside me as he pulled my head to rest on his shoulder.

"I was not aware of how wrong I treated you" he mumbled as my eyes softened from his words.

"I wanted you to learn to protect yourself. I didn't mean to make you measure your worth just because of my expectations."

I felt Kaburamaru slither around my neck as his owner ran his fingers on my hair to soothe my emotions down.

"I was not confident that I could protect you. I'm sorry that I pressured you into something that is not your forte."

I removed my head from his shoulder as I lay down on my bed when the fatigue, physically and mentally, finally entered my system.

"But why didn't you spend time with me anymore?" I asked him as I put my hand above his own ones as I heard him sigh.

"Hashira has tight schedules. We always need to train and go to missions. When I saw you cry while I was training you, I decided to not continue and let you do the usual things you did before"

He started as I saw him look over to me. I felt him squeeze my hand that made me look up to him with my drowsy eyes.

"I didn't manage to make time for you"

I heard how his voice broke from that sentence as he give a quick grip on my hand before letting it loose.

"Mitsuri is a hashira so I need to be with her. But of course, that can't be my reason, right?" He looks over to me as I lift a small smile, urging him to continue.

"But she was the only one willing to be in my presence and I let her. I started to miss you but I can't find you anywhere. And if I did, you are urgently helping shinobu at the mansion"

"Maybe that's why I treated her less harshly than the others" he sighed out.

"But it doesn't mean I love her like how I love you" I felt my chest warmed from his words that I almost forgot what I went through.

But I need more reasons. And without being told on, he keeps going. He is not defending himself, he was simply expressing because he knows I would understand him.

"It was my fault that I made you feel that way. It dawned on me that I really don't know you" he whispered as I saw how his eyes softened.

"I never had someone cherish me more than themself"

A tear fell from his eyes as he wiped it before gazing at me.

"Give me another chance to treat you right. I promise, I'll be better"

I sat up on the bed as I rested my chin on his shoulder. "Did you romantically like her?"

"No" he answered without any hesitation that made me wrap my arms around his waist.

"Even if I did, she would just remind me of you. After all, you were the one I was scared to lose"

"I'm sorry" he mumbled that made me lift a small smile on my lips.

"Make time for me please. Being a Hashira made you lose time for me" I uttered as he wrapped his arm around my waist before pulling me closer to him.

"I will give you my time" he assured me that made me smile and land a quick peck on his cheeks before I laid down again.

"Stay with me tonight. I want to cherish this moment with you" I told him that made him let out a small smile, based from his eyes before I pull him to my bed and he wasted no time to wrap his arms around me.

I am finally back at his arms again...

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ashascoven · 1 year ago

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❃☆ showering w/ the pyromaniac rat man ☆❃ pt. 1

☆ so hi!! um!! welcome to my first fanfic lolz (im nervous about posting this can you tell ?!?! o(*°▽°*)o)

☆ im rlly new to posting on tumblr, but ive been reading fanfics on here for a WHILE!! it's inspired me to write a silly one about my favorite lanky robber <3 if theres any mistakes, PLEASE hit my line abt it (i beg)

☆ here is part 2, which is smut/nsfw, also on my profile!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! junkratxreader ☆

reader is a female who's known for working with plants

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading, buckle up yall)

fluff??

emotional stuff, but nothing intense (??)

first time writing an australian accent, pls lmk if anythings weird!!

hope u enjoy :,D

“Hggshmmshh.. peeaachh c-c.. cobbler.. mmh.. eeheeheeheh!! Piee..”

“Dammit! Move over, rat-ass!”

You felt as if you had finally managed to doze off only a couple minutes ago.

One second you're about to drift away into a somewhat decent sleep, counting flying sheep and letting your drool start to fall.

The next, you're getting whacked in the head with a metallic hand or shoved by a wooden peg in one of your sides.

Having to share a bed with a loudly snoring pyro-freak who reeked of gunpowder and body odor was not a promising night of rest, especially in a room of pure humidity and sweat.

The mattress beneath you two was unbalanced and squeaky, the walls surrounding it adorning overgrowing vines and tears in its paper.

His twisting, turning, n’ noises didn't make it any better, but it was kind of reassuring in the sense that you weren't sleeping alone.

When was the last time he even showered anyway?

Does this man know how to?

How does he sleep like this?

The more you questioned the Australian in your head, the more his body managed to keep sprawling across the queen sized mattress you two shared.

Both his normal and prosthetic limbs jabbed at your back, his armed belt straps and gauntlets not contributing to your comfort whatsoever.

“Fucking- MOVE!”

You gripped at the bed and gave him one kick in the ass with your bare foot.

The maniac yelped himself into a giggling fit, somehow still remaining asleep.

God, what's his secret to being such a happy sleeper?

With one last scoff, you nearly pushed him off of the bed, but you didn't think twice about it.

Rolling your eyes, you returned to your previous position with your back facing him, crossing your arms and trying to let your eyes close again.

You thought about the mission you two were given together, recalling it hundreds of times in your head to hopefully quench at your inability to have a comfortable sleep.

Back at one of those Overwatch HQ meetings, they discussed wanting to try something new while still maintaining everyone's duties.

Experimenting with how different heroes and scientists worked one-on-one with one another for “observational purposes,” they said.

Gibberish about increasing the rate of productivity within our cause by cutting down our dispatched team sizes..

“More groups of heroes can get sent out on more missions if distributed differently..!”

Blah-blah-blah..

You ignored all of the blabbering at the time, your ears only ever being open for what sounded most important and intriguing.

“It'll be an educational experience for great future references-”

You reaaaallyy didn't think you'd be in one of the duo dispatches, yet here you were, somehow still in the flesh.

All that was asked of you both was to keep a watch out for anything suspicious at some abandoned town in the middle of who-even-fucking-knows.

Wooden huts n’ houses that were falling apart, yet they somehow still formed and held a small community of humble elders.

Supposedly, this place was a possible target of some well-feared terrorist group, and “Grandpa Jack” wanted you two to scout.

Discussion about exposed plans for making sure as many innocent people as possible experienced war “too” made your blood boil.

It didn't make sense to you, the whole “no pain, no gain” mindset.

Clearly these people chose to live all the way out here to get AWAY from the danger, why force that on some old people anyway?

With their lack of clean drinking water and functioning power in an empty desert, you were sure they've already seen enough.

“Haven't we lost thousands of innocent civilians already? Omnic or not, they can't just keep coming up with all of this frivolous shit and throw it at us..!”

You grumbled to yourself outloud, unconsciously turning to face the ultimate rat that was laying behind you.

“Why would they send us here if they KNEW there were people out here who needed help? Wasting precious time by sending two of us out here instead of a whole team is beyond me, honestly! We'll just keep getting killed and..”

Your eyes ended up catching onto your distorted reflection on the goggles that Jamison wore to bed.

It made you trail off and unball your fists, causing you to think about the old people again.

You thought about how much you were gonna get onto HQ's ass to seek a better home for them all.

They were sweet to you and Jamie, and you were pretty sure he would try to take one or two to keep as parents of his own.

Considering he didn't have any living ones anymore, it would check out.

Your eyes wandered off onto the flickering of the dying light bulb hanging bare off the ceiling.

The bulb hung right behind mister sleeping beauty, holding on by torn wires.

You were surprised your sleeping partner hadn't managed to somehow pull it down in his sleep yet. The thought made you smile for a bit, letting your face rest.

Then, your hand reached up to Jamison's face.

You didn't think much about it since your mind was more on other things still, but you unconsciously held his cheek.

You watched as he smiled in his sleep, gently putting his own hands on yours and nuzzling into your touch.

The feeling of his rough palm against your skin along with the metal of his other one sent a chill through your body, but you didn't pull away.

Just looking at him resting like a baby put your mind at ease for a bit.. It helped calm your grumpiness from not being able to sleep these past few nights.

It’s been the longest mission yet, and also the first one that you’ve slept together with a person you were sent with.

You ran your thumb over his lightly chapped bottom lip, your mind finally winding itself down.

You two had somewhat of a record of being assigned missions together, but you were never as close to each other as this.

Something about the way your silly acquaintance slept carelessly in front of you was strangely inviting.

You swallowed your emotions and repressed your urges to suddenly hug the rat man, drawing your thumb lower to his chin.

You ran it over his speckled face hair, still letting him hug your arm.

“Mmmmh.. G-gosh, so.. so waaarmm..! waarmm like a maarshmaallooww.. eheeh..!!”

He chuckled in his sleep as his hugging turned into more aggressive snuggling.

It made you wonder if he'd remember anything once he woke up.

Outside of those thoughts, you were heavily caught off guard.

You didn't know if you wanted to comfortingly rub at his hair, continue holding his face, or try to hug him entirely.

Internally? You wanted to do all of those things, but it didn't feel right yet.

Despite all the deep talks you've had with Jamie on the drives and flights to missions together, you guys were still just friends at work, right?

Would it be weird to treat a friend as such?

Did he think you two were even friends?

You always had a tendency to overthink the simplest of things.

Questions would fog your mind the split second a minor inconvenience popped up, you struggled to help that “problem” all your life.

Yet, your time spent with him so far made it feel like your questioning wasn't a problem at all.

You always wanted to know the specifics and the “why” or “how” in anything that interested you.

Jamison was similar. He fed into your talks about figuring out what's after death, your master-list of alternatives to milk JUST for enjoying it with cereal. your wonders about what being an omnic felt like, and even your rambles about plants having feelings.

He was so invested into the plant talk that he now avoids stepping on anything green to show you that he cared about nature's heart too.

He admired your outlook on everything, the way you approach things by being your real self.

He also liked that you didn't look down on him for having an explosive personality.

Everyone else at HQ had something against the lanky robber, but you didn't hate him at all. You two matched each other in the way that you were both transparent and almost always had a fixation or a story to share.

His eyes practically turned into sparkles whenever you two got into your deep conspiracy talks because no one else bothered to entertain his yappering about bombs, especially with mutual ranting about something else.

It was nice, soo..

You guys had to at least be friends, right?

“Mate! Earth’s waitin’ for your grand return! Ya aren’t dead yet.. Are ya, plant woman?”

Friends.. Yeah. You thought you two were cool buddies for all it’s worth.

“Aye! I knooow, me charmin’ physique’s too much to take in aaall at ooonce but-!”

It’s crazy how you were thinking about his eyes sparkling because.. Huh, how come they’re doing it right now?

“I can’t have ya dyin’ on me yet.. Ain’t no doctors around to come and shock ya awake!”

Gosh, who knew the local bombardier had such a twinkle to his eyes anyway?

“Is yer brain workin’? Want me to.. rewire it for ya?”

Twinkle.. twinkle.. twinkle..~

“Well, she’ll be apples! Ya goootta snap outta it mate! What is it ya want this time? An autograph? Some lollies? Aye! Aye..!”

You were so zoned out into the thought of his eyes, you didn’t even register that you were now actually looking at them; he had woken up.

Your hand was still on his face too, but he wasn’t hugging it anymore.

His robotic right hand was knocking the top of your head lightly while his skinned left one was holding your cheek.

His facial expression was one of concern despite his messy blonde hair and some drool glistening off the side of his mouth.

With the way he clearly scooted closer to you, you two were actually really close to each other this time.

“Woaahh.. Ooh.. Oh..? OH!!” You froze up again, covering your mouth and (almost literally) getting knocked out of your trance.

“Whew!” Jamison sighed in relief.

“There's me’ plant woman! Turns out me charm was too much for ya to handle afteraaalll!” He chuckled, quickly shifting into a lounging model pose and striking you a sly grin.

“O-Oh.. Oh my gosh! H-How long was I like that?” You panicked a little, wiping sweat from your forehead and quickly rubbing it into the tail of your shirt.

“Since me eyes opened up! Let's say.. ‘bout half a’ hour?”

“H-half an hour?!?”

“Yeah! Are ya alright? Did ya think me eyes were THAT gorgeous?” He chuckled, rubbing his chin.

“Pshh..” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms once again.

“It’s alright if ya think so! I think so too! But, ya aren’t allowed to tell me fans that! Ehehe~!” He grinned, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and jokingly snuggling his head against the top of yours.

“E-eugh!! Fans my ass! Wait until they find out that you probably don't even wash yours, you stinky!” You exclaimed, trying to push your way out of his arms but to no avail.

“S-stinky?!?! Hey-! There's a’ supa’ top secret special essence in me junker way o’ livin..! T-the cleanest ya'd ever know!! How 'bout ya take a smell~!??” He challenged, immediately shoving his arm pits in your face and keeping you in his grasp.

“GOD! Quit it!! You smell terrible-! Ugh!!! Let me go right now!”

“Nuh-uh! Hatin’ on me wondrous magnificence ain't nice!”

“Your breath's gonna kill me, you bastard! Agh!! You literally need a bath!!!” You were muffling into his arms, trying to push him away even harder.

You managed to push yourself upwards, but you still were trapped in his grasp as he giggled n’ snuggled away.

As much as you hated to admit it, his silliness was really comforting, charming in it's own way even.

Yeah.. he didn't smell the best, but!!.. He was kind of fun to be around. It was hardly ever boring around the rat man.

“Fine, whatever,” You sighed, no longer fighting to leave his sweaty arms.

“Your eyes are.. nice to look at. Anyway, I'm tired and somehow comfortable in this position so if you move weirdly, I'm pushing you off the bed.”

He loudly gasped, his eyes widening and sparkling so much so that you could've sworn staring directly into them would've blinded you.

“Y-ya really m-mean it?!!?!! A-about.. me eyes?!? OoooOOoohh~! I.. H-How I could jus’ kis-”

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his head. His face was buried into your chest while his arms were still around you.

You felt him freeze, his immediate blush against your chest practically able to burn through you. He didn't scream or pull away, just sat there for a bit, shocked at someone hugging him back for once.

You sighed out again in content, now leaning your face on top of his head. His hair felt surprisingly soft against your cheek, but he still smelled bad.

“God, you smell so terrible.. but.. you're kinda.. comfy and..- Okay you're actually very comfy what the hell.”

You gushed, your leaning turning into you practically snuggling against his hair.

The rat man stayed frozen in his position, shock taking over his body. For once, it wasn't one of those triggering shocks that turned his trauma into adrenaline; it was a.. refreshing kind of shock? The kind that was making him realize how starved from affection he really was for so long.

He felt like a deer mesmerized by headlights.

“If only you didn't move so much in your sleep, tsk tsk.. I can totally get over the strong burnt tire smell for how snuggly your hair is thoug-”

“Ihh shay..”

He suddenly muffled through your chest, but quieter than his normal tone.

“Eh?”

One of his fingers twitched.

“..Ihh shay shihh!”

“Fucking- Get out of there and spit it out!”

You pouted, pulling his face out of your chest’s cave to look him in the eyes and hear him properly.

“I-I’ll stay.. still! m-mighty still.. i-if ya keep on.. rubbin’ that pretty face on ma’ skull.. p-please? please mate!!”

‘Absolutely the fuck not!’ is what you almost instinctively said, but something about this weird man’s vulnerability around you gave you a feeling his request wasn’t ill intended.

He nudged you into a softer tone towards him for the night, so you silently raised a brow. He kept pleading, his sparkling eyes bouncing between you and the rest of the room.

“I-I ain't had anyone.. touch me ‘air, l-let alone me whole body i-in years! Feels comfortin’- so- i- uh- p-please mate! i won't be buggin’ ya’ rest any longer i-if ya felt kind ‘nough to.. perhaps grant me thee honor-!?”

“I’m doing it, so hush up.”

“Y-yes m’lady”

He quickly blurted out, before burying his face back in-between your chest with a relieved giggle.

“Hah, for someone who goes by being a rat, you're sure acting like a puppy right now.”

“Y-ya really think so!?”

“Yeah sure, but- hmph, the ‘junk’ part still applies. I'm so close to dragging you into a bath myself..”

“>:(“

“Wait.. This kinda gives me an idea..”

A mischievous grin growing on your face as you mumbled to yourself.

“Whaddya say?”

He grumbled, oblivious to your scheming. You slowly tried pulling away from him, but to no avail.. He unconsciously scooted closer into your arms with each pull.

“..nothing, ratty-poo.”

You pushed him away quickly with your hands now gripping his shoulders.

“A-ay mate! W-whaddya push me away foorrr? I was enjoyin’ me time in there.. :(“

He yelped in response, his arms now crossing with a pout.

“No more snuggling until you take a bath!”

“W-whuh!?”

“I'm not cuddling your hair until you wash it.”

“..noooo :((“

“No shower, no snuggle!!”

“:(((... Fine..”

“W-wait- You're giving in that easil-?”

“JUNK ATTACK!!!!”

He yelled, diving back into your chest with his arms around your waist once again. You scoffed, not cuddling or holding him back.

“Rat-ass.”

“Y-yes m-m’lady..??”

“I'm giving you five seconds to get off of me, or I'll kick you off.-”

“N-no!! P-please mate!-”

“I'll go and grab a bucket of ice cold water to throw at you so help me you don't mov-”

You've never seen a tall grown man back up to the edge of a bed so quickly.

“GO.”

You yelled, pointing violently at the bathroom door.

“NEIN!”

“I SAID GO!”

“NO!”

“You want more cuddles from me, right, ratty-poo..?~”

Your tone softened as you twirled your hair and pleaded your eyes at him.

“I- u-uh- y-yes m-m'lady but-”

“THEN GO BATHE!”

He whined another ‘no’ in response, crossing his legs and arms while looking away.

You sighed, before crawling across the bed and hooking your arm around his.

“Lord.. What am I gonna do with you..”

“W-well I- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“GET YOUR ASS IN THAT SHOWER JAMIE!!”

You yelled again as you held him in a headlock position.

As he whined, you held him there for a bit, thinking.

“Hmm..”

“You l-let go of me t-this instant mate! T-the junkers back in me home town w-wont be pleased with how you're behavin’ towards me greatnes-”

“What if we took a bath together?”

“-and once they find out what you've- huh-!?!”

“You and me, we bathe together. I'll literally help you clean up if it means you won't stink in bed.”

You said casually as you quickly faced him towards you and dropped him onto the bed. He landed on his back with his arms above his head while you sat on top of him.

Questionable position if you may, but you dare not complain about the view.

He was too in shock to notice it either.

He stared at you wide eyed.

He opened his mouth and put a finger up to say something multiple times, only to close it with more thought and look away, his finger curling up and down with each pause.

He thought about the offer for the long time.

Then, he rubbed his chin. You watched carefully, not letting your guard fall in case he felt like randomly wrapping himself around you again.

“Hmph.. if t-that’s what it'll take.. then I suppose a.. mighty handsome fella like me.. wouldn't mind bathin’ with a.. pretty.. f-flower woman like you!”

“Uh huh..-”

“B-but under one of me’ own conditions!”

“.. you're what now-”

“Bath cuddles?”

He clapped his hands together in a praying motion, pleading with those damn sparkly eyes again. It's like he just does it in command at this point..

“God, what are we, a couple?”

You yawned with closed eyes.

“I-I.. W-well! Your one an’ only gentleman of’uh bombardier wouldn't complain!”

He nervously smiled and blushed, his gold tooth shining comically as he said that.

It earned a giggle out of you, followed with covered mouth mumbling.

‘You’re so silly, it's kind of attractive..’

“Whaddya say, me’ pretty plant-y mistress?”

“I said, you're so silly, it's kind of.. u-uh- cool-? I guess??!? I don't- Mistress!?- I- W-whatever- C’mon, let's go! Into the baaathh we goo..! C’mon c’moonn..”

You spurted out, getting up and dragging him by the arm into the bathroom.

You didn't really think through the fact that.. this man would be so close to you while you two were undressed.

Oddly enough, he didn't give the vibe of someone who'd try anything, but it was still weird.

One second you're forced to share a bed with this guy.. And the next? You've convinced him to take a shower with you??? Weird..-o!!

When you two made it, you both kind of just stared at the bathroom and each other for a minute.

It was a decently sized room, but the entirety of it was a shower.. literal shower room?.. whatever.

There wasn't a sink or toilet like the bathrooms you were used to.

Instead, there was just one large shower head in the center of the room, a drain in a corner, and tiles that patterned the floor and walls in a creamy gradient. The two handles for the shower were next to the doorway, labeled for their temperatures.

There were also two slim windows higher up on two walls facing each other, slightly cracked for the steam.

The only light you guys had came from either these windows, or from the doorway to the room you shared, so it was acceptably dim.

Some vines creeped through corners here and there, but it was surprisingly much cleaner than the rest of the hut you guys stayed in. The non-direct warm lighting really set the vibe.

As you turned both of the handles halfway, you watched in surprise as the rat man happily stripped at whatever he had on, going for a dive on the shower floor as if it were a kid’s waterslide with a ‘yippee!!’

It immediately followed with a groan of pain from him, and a reactive facepalm from you.

With a sigh of ‘Oh, what I'll even do with him..’ (ironic), you quickly undid your hair and stripped off your clothes while he wasn't looking.

He swiveled around right as you finished, watching in awe as you awkwardly shuffled onto the floor next to him with a travel sized bottle of soap and a mini loofa.

“S-ssheesh..” he gaped, “what a beautiful woman..”

“T-thanks, b-but don't look too hard, silly guy.” You joked lightheartedly and rolled your eyes, your initiative agenda from before going out of the window because of the attractive man in front of you.

The hot steamy water combined with how it washed away some of the rat man’s dirt made his revealed skin slightly harder to not drool over..

..but you fought any urges or sudden fantasies you had right then and there.

‘It’s just the lack of sleep getting to me,’ you quickly scolded yourself in your head, ‘.. there's no way I shoul- COULD see him like that, yep..’

“You're.. not too shabby yourself..” You muttered to get it out of your system, painfully controlling your hands from wandering. Thankfully, he probablyyy didn't hear you.

With that, you were getting to work with your soap on his arms, trying not to think too hard about the man before you.

“Caaan I have me cuddlin’ time with ya noooww, plant womaaan?”

“Noo! I just started with you and I'm not done yet, rat-head.. Be patient n’ be quiet.” You grumbled, finishing his arms and scrubbing his back like a concerned mother.

“Pleeeaaaaseeee…????” He covered his eyes and whined as you made way to his torso with your loofah. The scrubber was barely holding on and you weren't anywhere near finished..

“Don't make me tie you down in here just to get you clean, bastard..” You threatened, moving from his back to his front side. You held at one side of his torso, scrubbing away.

He moved his hands from his face to his sides, looking down at you with that puzzled gaze once again. You glanced up at him with a raised brow before looking back down at your work.

You weren't actually all too irritated. Tired, yes, but it was actually kind of destressing being able to work your hands at something like this.

You were also literally.. bathing a grown ass man, but you'd be lying if you said anything about preferring to be at home, bored and alone.

At least this mission gave you some kind of purpose, and alongside an entertaining goofball as well. It could be much worse, but it really wasn't bad at all which you liked.

Suddenly, he started patting your head, a close eyed grin on his face.

“Oouuhh… M-mate, ya know.. Thanks a lot for this! I appreciate ya’, I really do!”

“Don't sweat it, poo-face, you were already sweating enough in bed anyway..” You chuckled with another playful eye roll.

“If you weren't gonna bathe yourself, something had to be done for BOTH OF us to catch some rest for the mission, and goddess KNOWS I can't sleep with a loud stinky man..” You responded mindlessly, gently grabbing his face by his jaw and scrubbing his neck.

“It gets.. hard sometimes,” he threw his head back with a sigh, “I know I'm supposed ‘tuh.. do it all me’ self but, I lose me’ mind to the world o’ bombs!” He chuckled.

“You don't say…” You coughed with sarcasm, still listening and cleaning. He's used to your personality by now, and he knows you never really mean any harm.

“Oh, but I do! Even with me’ prosthetics, it jus’ makes it harder n’.. I could never fancy the time to.. uh.. keep takin’ em’ on n’ off..”

“..It bugs me, the pain, it's a reeaall.. buggin' feeling, both in me’ arms n’ legs.. n’.. the mind. It does somethin’ to ya, makes people call ya crazy!” He gestured by wiggling his normal arm, then his robotic one in comparison.

You put his arms down like an annoyed cat, but you weren't actually annoyed, just trying to reach over him to attempt washing his hair.

“..but really ‘m not.. I.. I just resort to.. expressin’ what takes it all away.. and uh! bein’ me!, ya’ kno- Aauh.. T-that feels.. holy..” He cut himself off, sighing in relief. You had bowed his head under the running water for you to better reach him, unknowingly giving him a more direct view of your bare chest.

“A-Anything to take me’ mind off the.. A-ahem-.. the uh.. rot.. the distinct feelin’ of not bein’ the same as everyone else.. anymore.” He cleared his throat, awkwardly trying not to stare as he spoke, but you didn't think much about it.

“People stay clear of me all the time! N’ they think I don't be noticin’ b-but I do!” He ran a hand through his hair after you moved down to his legs.

“It hurts, but.. I just keep doin’ me’, I try not to stay in me’ past, live for me’ mum, n’ keep it movin’!”

“Oh! That's also why I like ya’ mate!” He smiled, throwing up finger guns.

“Whuh- Really?” You looked at him.

“Yeah! You don't treat me funny for me’ quirks! You always seemed like.. a couple screws loose in somebody’s noggin never bothered ya’! Me’ motors don't drive ya’ wild, do I?”

“Pshhh… You definitely drive me crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm never down for a wild adventure with you, rat-ass.”

“See? Ya’ get me! I know your tired n’ all, n’ I'm sorry for takin’ away from your beauty rest like this but..” He scratched his chin and sighed, looking to the side.

“Thanks mate, r-really..” He mumbled, shuffling closer and wrapping his arms around you for a genuine hug.

“I- U-uh-.. Your.. welcome? All I've done was treat you like.. a normal human being? As you.. should be?” You awkwardly hugged him back, confused.

You pulled away, your hands on his shoulders.

“Despite our friendship, I don't know what it is you've REALLY really been through, but no matter how tired or over it I may seem, I still think you're hella cool of a guy.” You warmed up to his hug, patting his back.

“Whenever you wanna chat about.. literally anything in the world, you know who to come to, silly.. Seriously, don't ever sweat it.” You smiled and yawned, going back to washing his upper body off for a second, more gentler time.

You were surprised he didn't question the hot water in hot weather or how quickly it managed to cool you guys off. It was definitely making you more sleepy though.

“T-thanks, plant woman..” He wiped away a tear, sighing with a contentful “aah” as you tended to him. He leaned back, taking in the feeling of your care.

“Ya know, you're reeaaal good at this.. are ya’, perhaps, experienced ‘n bathing other people?”

“Wh- This is.. how baths are meant to be taken, no?”

“T-together??!? Mate, I’d kill to have this luxury of bein’ cleaned by ya’ like this all the time!!”

“Whuh- No! I m-meant.. the soap and water, you fucking peanut.”

“Ooh.. W-well!” he pointed a finger up, “I don't care ‘bout standin’ under some lousy water for a’ hour! But.. ya’ make me want to if it means you'll be the one cleanin’ me!”

“You're an adult, Jamie.”

“Don't forget me’ prosthetics-”

“They're literally waterproof sealed..”

“How would ya’ even know that!?”

“You told me this in our past rant sessions, twice I might add.. Something about avoiding radiactiv-”

“Screw you, mate! ( ` ﾛ ´ )”

“..You probably would though. (>ᴗ•)”

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