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iamafanofcartoons · 1 year

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lnombredelarosa's take on what the main cast thinks of one another

Some of this are pure headcanon, others are supported by interaction but lnombredelarosa feels all of them make sense.

Ruby

Yang

Usually looks for encouragemnt on her but sometimes afraid of dissapointing her

Her words on vol 8 about how things hadn't gone the way they had hoped for from following her still stung Ruby throughout volume 9

Jaune

Her confidant whose presence always lightens her up; more willing to open up to him without fear of his doubting her

His awkwardness did innitially made her cringe, though

Kinda reminds her of her dad and Yang but more on her maturity level

His change in the everafter has made it difficult to connect with him like she usually does

Oscar

Sees herself on him; noting his growth makes her feel like she herself is growing

A part of her was glad he wasn't in the Everafter to see her at her lowest

After the ascension she now feels she can empathize better with Oscar's merger

Weiss

Sometimes difficult to talk with, which in turn makes it more fun to try to talk to her (specially when annoying her)

Unlike everyone else, Ruby sometimes forgets Weiss is older

Recented her for adjusting to the trauma in vol 9 better than she herself did, including her taking a liking of the changed Jaune, feeling Weiss should feel just as miserable about it all as she was feeling

Ren

His presence makes her feel calm as she appreciates his mature outlook at things

Seeing him get emotional in volume 4 disturbed her

Wished he had been there to say something wise to in volume 9

Nora

Always fun to hang out with and fight beside but doesn't feel she can trust her with subtler things

Wished she had been there to lighten up the situation in the Everafter

Blake

Respects her worldly wisdom; takes her advices to heart

In volume 9 she recented her previous encouragement as exemplified by her telling her to "shut up" feeling undeserving of that trust she put in her

Qrow

She's always looked up to him and still does but no longer has an idealized view of him

Second father and mentor

Penny

Identifies with her wanting to form a connection to others, like she herself innitially struggled to do

Often listens to Penny's doubts and tell her she can relate to what she feels but tends to avoid communicating her own doubts feeling it will scare her

When the Paper pleasers died her anger at Jaune over his losing "made believe friends" was her anger at herself over feeling broken from losing her

Weiss

Yang

Has an easier time showing weakness to her than to anyone else

Likes her with Blake because seeing her in a good mood makes her feel more at ease

Projects her sister on her

Jaune

She has come to associate being with him with feeling safe on a personal and physical level

The way he has helped her and shown his character in several key moments has caused this association

His rusted knight self reminded her of her grandfather who caused her a simmilar reaction

She subconsciously remembers his protecting the lil' Weisses in the Icequeendom

Oscar

Often doesn't know how to approach him but when she does tends to be indulgent of him

Projects her brother (or at least how he was on warmer times) on him, which along with other things made her more curious about reaching to Whitely

Headcanon: allowed him to pick the movie when she went with him and Jaune

Ruby

Feels she should set an example for her but often forgets to as she ends up acting more like her

Innitially projected current Whitley (the one who always got everything) on her but has come to project herself instead and feels she should be her Winter

A part of her figured her trying to remain in control in the Everafter would set a good example for Ruby to do the same much like she feels Winter would've done for her

Blake

Looks up to her the most; feels she sets a standard of decency to follow

Wishes she'd had a parent like her

Her adjusting to her being a faunus so fast was to a degree lip service to get rid of a source of conflict but with time it became completely sincere, specially after seeing how affected she was by the White Fang attack

Nora

More Ruby than Ruby herself, which makes her feel even more responsible for her recklesness

Ren

Sense of empathy; the way he tries to maintain his serenity reminds her of the image of strenght she tends to prefer projecting

Blake

Yang

Feels she can rely on her; her strenght of character makes her feel safe while inspiring her to be stronger herself and her gentleness makes her feel her feelings are validated

Freudianly reminds her of her dad but with her mom's easygoing attitude

Jaune

Finds him easy to approach though at times finds his lack of tact annoying

His edgy lookin Rusty Knight self reminded her of Adam back in his better moments

Ruby

Has the most trust in her which is why she tends to be the most supportive of her decisions

This makes sense because she is the most used to following chains of command

In the Everafter, she rationalized if Ruby needed help she would've said as much sooner

Ren

Enjoys his company and how he gives her a break from her more fast paced teammates

Still she occasionally find him dull by comparison

Nora

Admires her determination; doesn't mind her recklessness as much as others

When talking to her about how she felt without Ren, she was thinking of her own relationships with Adam and Yang

Weiss

Taught her that eveyrone has their own story; tries to understand her outlook as a basis on how to understand humans

Figure that is she can change her outlook, then anyone can

"Perhaps she was right about us" she thought as Beacon fell and Yang was crippled

Oscar

Less condescending than most of the others; tends to treat him as an equal

She too started seeing action at an earlier and untried age than the others so she understands his position

Yang

Ruby

Conflicted between seeing her as a leader and seeing her as her little sister; often overdoes one or the other

Came to develop more respect for her leadership after seeing how difficult managing a team was in vol 8

In volume 9 she was putting off helping her deal with her loss because she herself didn't feel confident enough to be of use to her

Jaune

Finds him amusing; often enjoys his antics where others would be cringed at them

Seeing him take lead as her and Ren argued allowed her to gain more respect for him

Liked him for Ruby but wasn't pushy about it

Blake

Her presence calms and guides her; without her around she feels more doubtful

Her closeness with her in volume 9 was a way to cope for her own feelings of failure

Weiss

Feels like she can be blunt with her both because she can take it and because she takes herself too seriously

Much like her dad is with her

Nora

Friendly rivalry; enjoys trying to one up her

Her pulling the arm off when armwrestling was because she was afraid of losing

Ren

Appreciates his common sense and usually gets along with him pretty well but finds him hard to approach when in his moods

His words in volume 8 still stung throughout volume 9 wondering her own capacity to make good decisions

Oscar

Often acts like an encouraging big sister, usually pushing him to be more proactive

Was projecting her former image of Ruby on him when he was kidnapped

Suspects he likes Ruby; doesn't hold it against him but for obvious reasons he wouldn't be her first choice

Oscar

Yang

Often feels like following her lead but gets embarassed when he can't keep up with her

Ruby

Idolizes her; her strenght inspires him to try to be strong on his own

His becoming more and more like Ozpin has in turn made him feel he has to put up a distance between them, being afraid of manipulating her like he feels Ozpin would

Nora

Uncomfortable by her displays of love but down the line he appreciates them

Reminds him of his aunt whom she feels guilty of leaving

Blake

Likes that she doesn't baby him; feels he can act more naturally with her

Jaune

The easy going and fun big brother he never had

Feels he can relax when he is with him

"He must've been a really cool guy back at Beacon" cue everyone else trying not to laugh

Feels slightly jealous of his being seen as an equal by Ruby but doesn't recent him for it

Ren

Appreciates how he tends to be more sensitive to his being scared

Weiss

He feels she tend tends to ignore him and doesn't know how to act around her but is usually glad when she is more willing to talk to him

Ships her with Jaune

Ren

Ruby

Tries to be sensitive with her, being the most aware of Ruby's mental condition

Was the most accomodating of her when she joined JNR, realizing she was PTSDing

His "Ruby is barely more than a kid" points that a part of him suspects her mental health was a time bomb

Yang

Finds her charismatic but is also somewhat envious of her self confidence

His feeling redundant due to knowing she is both physically stronger and a more skilled fighter doesn't help

Normally they get along wonderfully, as his being around Nora has made him appreciate her silly sense of humor

Jaune

Relies on him as a confidant whom he doesn't actively confide in, because Jaune is just that good at reading him

Innitially wanted to keep an emotional distance and found him somewhat annoying but over time grew to think of him as a friend as he kept pointing out stuff he prefered keeping bottled up

After a while of knowing him thought his having cheated into Beacon was fairly obvious but figured that until he proved detrimental to the team it was none of his business

Oscar

When he sees him afraid he sees himself and Nora

Thats why his being kidnapped affected him so much

Empathizes with his desire to grow stronger

Pyrrha

She tended to actively reach out to him always asking him how he was doing when he remained stoic

Pure Headcanon I know

Nora

Sense of responsability; he feels that he must be there for her which is why at times he distances himself from her

Occasionally feels he is not good enough for her due to her being physically stronger

Admires how she is upfront about confronting problems just like his father told him

Part of the reason he occasionally pushes her away is because he reasons (in a very Mistralian way) this is a more efficient way to keep themselves safe

Weiss

Innitially held (unvoiced) reservations of her for her attitude and social status but she has consistently surprised him in that regard (Pure headcanon)

He found himself feeling happy that she went after them in volume 5

Figured Jaune was setting himself for dissapointment with her; he will be the most surprised about her current thing for him

Blake

Likes the fact that he can have a more mature conversation with her

Occasionally finds himself thinking her rather dull compared to his teammates

Qrow

"Thats how a real Huntsman should be like"...then he started getting drunk

Nora

Ruby

Innitially felt threatened by having to include her in her team's dynamics but has come to appreciate her as a perky little sister

Yang

Friendly rivals; enjoys having someone to measure strenghts with

Seeing her without an arm affected her

Oscar

Has strong maternal feelings that she sometimes overdoes

Feels responsible for him due to her own mother having abandoned her

Jaune

She enjoys teasing him knowing that he'll get embarassed where Ren won't

However, she actually respects his leadership the most being the first one to follow his orders

Ren

Protecting and following him gives her a sense of purpose

Enjoys having a more mature partner to guide her through more complicated stuff

Understands he has to keep his space but sometimes wishes he'll tell her how he feels

Freudianly proyects her mom on him, having found him soon after she left her

Blake

Thinks of her as a confidant for the more complicated stuff she herself keeps bottled in

Usually she is more lighthearted about it

This is partly due to being simmilar but more open than Ren

Comming from a poor background herself, empathizes with her social views

Pyhrra

Often enjoyed getting a reaction out of her

Jaune

Pyrrha

Saw her as a role model he can only aspire to be like

Reminds him of Saph (as implied by his dream in the Ice Queendom)

Yang

Likes hanging out with her due to her encouraging personality and doesn't feel like lowering the cringe around her

Reminds him of his red sister (the maternal one)

Ruby

Feels he has a like minded soul on her; he feels the fact that she can trust him despite the the insecurities he hold is a reason to trust his own leadership

His dissapointment at her in vol 9 is a reflection of his own feeling of failure

Reminds him of his indigo sisters (the fun ones he follows around)

Ren

He can read through his moods better than most which has contributed to his bond with him

He is to Ren what Ren is to most of the crew

Reminds him of his light blue sister (the smart one)

Nora

Her presence and teasing always keeps him upbeat

Reminds him of his green sister (the tomboyish one)

Oscar

Feels like he owes it to himself to be there for Oscar like Pyhrra and his sisters were there for him

Reminds him of Adrian

Blake

Often embarassed by her poiting out things he misses (headcanon) but in a funny way

Reminds him of his purple sister (the practical one)

Weiss

Her acceptance of him as he matured has allowed him to better appreciate his own maturity

Unlike any of his sisters, their relationship wasn't unconditional and that has pushed him to mature

Qrow

Never quite forgave him for putting Pyrrha in the line of fire with the Maiden business

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For the most part they've all come to dissociate Oscar from Ozpin

Weiss tries to project an image of strenght and control but occasionally lowers it with key people

Blake has some people pleaser habits from her days with Adam

Ren holds some traditionalist mistralian beliefs in regards to relationships as exemplified by his tendency to hold back his emotions

He is however more progressively minded in most fronts (such as the treatment of Faunus and foreigners), as the people in the mistralian settlements near Vale are more prone to be

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enobariasdistrict2 · 4 months

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what're your thoughts on julian vs lucas as far as brookes romantic partners go?

i love this question because i could talk about either forever, and brooke davis is one of my favorite characters of all time. she has such a special place in my heart because often i feel the same way she does about a lot of things and approach the world with her attitude. i even experienced a lucas-like romantic partner once, but that's neither here nor there. this is going to be a long rant so buckle up!

brooke acts like a party girl but secretly craves connection and someone to value her/love her for all her flaws, not despite them. her attraction to lucas and their initial relationship in s1 was actually rushed and somewhat superficial, based more on chemistry and looking for fun than anything else - which there is nothing wrong with, but clearly they weren't ready to be together and lucas still had unresolved feelings for peyton, and also clearly he didn't really... respect brooke as a person and see her for how amazing she was? s1 brucas was hot, don't get me wrong, but as haley herself said it clearly wasn't serious and lucas didn't take brooke as a woman, or her feelings, seriously.

and after him going behind her back, the wise decision would have been for them to never go to that place again - buuut for the sake of suspending disbelief and how well they were written in s2, i am willing to ignore that. in s1 they jumped the gun too fast - however s2 was so amazing because they built such a deep and genuine friendship, bonding and discussing their problems and finding comfort in quality time without any sexual/romantic connotations.

i'm of the firm belief that this is where brucas should have first gotten together, because its such a good slow burn friends to lovers moment for them, and this was where lucas showed that he cared for, admired, and respected brooke beyond her sex appeal in a way that he didn't in s1. it would have been a much better relationship if the writers had left unresolved sexual tension and chemistry from s1 go ignored and develop into something more meaningful in s2 and then finally get together, but of course the contrived love triangle situation and pitting female characters against each other was more important? *eye roll*

and then they fell apart in a way that i appreciated for the sake of the realism and character development. lucas is loyal to one person only - peyton - and unfortunately has tunnel vision when it comes to her and has an inability to see beyond anything else, or value other relationships. it isn't a coincidence that the writers had to render leyton interactions nonexistent in s2 for brucas to flourish. after s1 he genuinely began to care for brooke as a person and see how incredible she was, and love certainly wasn't the problem: he truly adored brooke!

but as a male lead conditioned by the narrative to believe that everything he says/does is Correct with no need to grow, who has a predestined adoring leading female counterpart who will worship the ground he walks on (i do love leyton but they don't really push or challenge each other the way they did in s1 and she became such a doormat for his sake), he was never going to remain brooke's one and only because he was subconsciously always on the lookout for something better. he continued to admire her after their split, wholeheartedly telling her she was going to change the world - but because the writers had an agenda and he is defined by Leyton's Story, he and brooke would never last.

however, julian stepped in and became everything that lucas could not. he respected and was fascinated her from the start, and he remained consistently focused throughout his time on the show on only brooke's happiness. he never strayed - especially never towards peyton, unlike lucas, because he was clearly long over her - and her happiness was always his number one priority. the reason he was her forever also has to do with the stage in life where they met - brooke and lucas acted like the immature teens that they were, chasing chemistry and comfort and love that was genuine but not meant to last. brooke was wracked by insecurities while she was with lucas, and lucas was unable to use his common sense and realize what was right in front of him.

brulian, on the other hand, met as developed, successful adults who were, at the least, able to appropriately communicate what they wanted without pretense. julian was always upfront about the intensity of his feelings, never forcing her to doubt whether he truly wanted her. and the way he didn't give up when she was afraid to truly put herself out there for him... like regardless of your feelings about him as a "last minute boring addition character" (which is bogus imo because he's actually such an authentic gentleman and his romance with brooke flourished so organically) he was truly her match, compatible emotionally and physically, meeting her wholeheartedly on everything she wanted from a partner, and never forcing her to second guess him once!!

brucas were a sweet first high school love type of romance, but julian was her true love, best friend, and endgame!!

#i'm so sorry this rant was so long #and i was too lazy to cut it down so i'm keeping it as it is!#anna answers #anonymous

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horizontalsplash · 2 years

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tell me one fun fact about all your ocs

kris what have you wrought i have at least 60. i’m going to need read more. this. oh boy oh man oh shit oh fuck it’s so many kris.

anyway. enjoy me actually using caps for once ig.

(in order from oldest to newest)

Ignacio (Cinnamon): He was a character from a very old story that I figured a backstory for way after I’d given up his story and how he just exists in another universe. Also he has a flamethrower. And invincible lungs. The invincible lungs are not plot relevant.

Amber: She is my only remaining female protagonist because I shot all the others with my enby beam. She does get a leather jacket as compensation though.

Mosaic: He has antlers and can make magic string. Just a little boy. Also he’s twelve.

Lil: They have giant round glasses that are cracked and broken. They cannot see. They’re a visual artist.

Glacia: Uh idk she’s got ice powers and pronouns.

Terra: Uh idk he’s got earth powers and pronouns. Specifically likes clay disks.

Woodwork: They have a reverse secret identity. Their public self is them in like a t-shirt and their private self has to cover their entire body by law.

Grady: He smokes whenever he wants to remember what it was like when his hometown burned down.

Silvia: Her hair is partially dyed bright aqua and pink and would also be blue, but is not because that would be considered impersonating monarchy.

Rebel: She exists solely because Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man played on the radio too many times.

Ash: She was almost married off to the royal family.

Ruben: They accidentally predicted my gender and (lack of) romantic orientation. They were also initially based off of K.O.

Chaos: I accidentally chose the same name for myself online as them without realizing and for completely different reasons. Also it’s technically the first character I made for its universe. And they like heart-shaped rocks.

Memns: They love popcorn to a concerning level. They are also twelve.

Quantum: They’re supposed to take inspiration from every horror character ever but actually look like none of them. She was also initially based off of P.K.O.

Heir: He knows everything there is to know about algebra ever. He was also initially based off of T.K.O.

Patricia: She lives in an endless green meadow.

The Lake: It is a lake. Possibly made of snakes. Don’t worry about it.

Ru: Representation of innocence. Forgets.

Rise: Loves electronic music and flashing lights.

Kaitlyn: She constantly carries a backpack with the most unnecessary shit in it, making her buff as fuck.

Aaron: He thinks e-boys are gender.

Antonio: He curls his hair because Charlotte (below) has curly hair and he’s a fanboy.

Em: She thinks blasting meme songs over school intercoms is the peak of humor.

Winter: Their head is connected to a giant database of information that they have to utilize and update. The more I think about it the worse it gets.

Elliot: He constantly wears formal clothes, regardless of the situation.

Pehr: Developing her has been hell. I gave her superpowers and then got rid of them. I gave her a name and then changed it. I don’t know what I’m doing but she exists.

Adelmar: He can shapeshift and usually grows either feathers and/or scales without thinking.

Stacey: They have a massive scarf collection.

Fen: I know she had OSDD and have no developed anything to do with that. She’s like. Two steps ahead of Pehr.

Lemongrass: His color palette is supposed to consist of highlighter colors, white, and muted pink to beige, but I haven’t ever drawn him full-body with color so I have no idea if it actually works. He is also twelve.

Thyme: For some reason I decided she would commit tax fraud despite being nine years old.

Inkberry: I’ve renamed him three times—Peppermint, Winterberry, and Inkberry.

Etta: She makes bangin’ nachos.

Piera: She likes opals.

King: He’s an unhinged nine-year-old. That’s it that’s the fun fact.

Charlotte: She can “tell the future” and didn’t know she was just reading people’s subconscious thoughts and predicting from there for 60 years. A 15-year-old had to tell her.

Telezing: Her favorite food is parsnips and honey mustard.

Dimitri: I associate him with white sweatshirts even though I’m pretty sure he doesn’t wear them anymore.

Crest: In the original concept of their story, null was originally an antagonist.

Kweli: Xe has a special interest in vampires and (theoretically) wants to become one, which becomes interesting when he finds out that they’re real (in xyr universe).

Coral: She’s part of a subculture based on fae and collects pronouns and names related to the color red.

Natalie: Her favorite drink is an orange creamsicle float.

TJ: He periodically gives people roses that remind him of them.

Jericho: He likes to stand intimidatingly by Delphin (below) and scare people. Delphin did not ask hir to do this.

Honey: She only owns brightly/elaborately decorated pants.

Delphin: He is gay and feminine but it has nothing to do with him being gay. He’s like. Barely grasped that that’s a stereotype.

Silence: She’s a giant red sea serpent eel siren. Kind of a MILF.

Styx: They’re able to sense and differentiate specific vibrations in the ground through their feet.

Jingle: He’s the only reason his story/universe went from being a concept to a full-fledged thing. Also he has severe mommy issues.

Licentia: She likes old and reused things.

Leuis: He knows basically everything there is to know about mushrooms ever.

Breiget: Ae makes handmade lace.

Thatch: They can read perfectly fine but are horrible at fitting the words together to understand what the meaning and context of sentences are.

Death: They’re 48 feet tall.

Anise: He has an interest in plants and paints them often, which is fine other than the fact that they try to strangle him a lot.

Hearth: She keeps a (usually lit) candle on her at all times.

Trick: They have a strange obsession with organs (instrument).

Zalif: She’s like five or something and more aware of her family’s issues than anyone else in their family.

Bee: She has only understood the concept of responsibility once.

Ell Alarie: I accidentally named her “Sell Salarie” without the s. She’s a capitalist.

Certamen: Deep down it really just wants to look nice.

Deflexus: He’s killed 37 people.

Competum: They only know Latin. This is normal for their species and situation. They are basic.

Shade: They’re uncannily good at making beverages.

Delanie: She used to live in Alaska.

Tobiastsi: His name is made up of all of his favorite sounds. It’s very much not pronounced how it looks but I can’t figure it out.

Beseech: She had a crush on a pair of twins, confessed to both of them, and got rejected by both of them.

Ono: She reincarnated into Teddy Roosevelt and is now living in shame about it.

#ask #my-names-kris #i hope this is what you wanted #ocs

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noonespecialthebloganon · 2 years

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11-4-22

Sometimes I really feel like my mother hates me. She's just so mean and hurtful and I can't for the life of me understand what I could have done wrong to make her so hateful toward me. Sometimes I think it's because she knows my dad and I are closer than her. I sometimes think that she is jealous or maybe envious of the connection I have with my Dad.

It's nothing weird or strange-- we just relate to one another and see a lot of the world through a similar perspective. Even more so, my dad has always been my favorite person in the world. He's been the hero in every story, the protagonist in every memory, and the savior in every dream. No matter what-- he has always been the most important person in my life. Even further, I think I slowly, but surely, became one of his favorite people too. Of course, my father has always cared for and loved me, after all, he is my father-- but as I got older we became friends of sorts. I can never truly explain or convey the love I have for my father, but when I say he is the best person I have ever known, I do not mean this facetiously or in a fictitious manner. He truly and honestly is the most wonderful person I have ever met, and I can only hope to be half the person he is.

But-- I sometimes think my dad enjoys my company because I remind him of my mother before the alcoholism-- before she became someone we don't recognize. My dad says I sucked all the humor and fun from my mother the day I was born. I usually laugh when he makes this comment, but oftentimes it just makes me sad.

Sad-- because I feel like I have stolen away something that was so precious and treasured, without even knowing I was doing it. Part of me sometimes believes I am the catalyst behind all of the issues in my family and all of the animosity constantly brewing between my parents.

I don't know...

That's probably not true and most would say I am being dramatic, but it just hurts. It aches deep down.

I guess-- at the end of the day, I (just) can't understand why my mother hates me. I try so hard to make her proud. I try so hard. But, I feel like nothing I do is ever good enough. Each milestone met is greeted with another expectation or another mountain to trudge.

Why can't I make her love me?

Why doesn't she love me?

What did I do so wrong and why can't she just love me the way mothers are supposed to love their daughters?

I'm not sure and maybe I'll never truly know, but honestly, that's okay. AND-- Maybe one day, I will know all the answers to my questions, and that's okay because, at the end of the day, everything in life has to be "okay". All of us-- even subconsciously, is hoping that life will remain in a constant state of "okay-ness" because admitting otherwise is sometimes too painful to bare-- and that's okay too.

I have begun to realize that life is not supposed to be made of constant joy or linear happiness-- life is not supposed to be about constantly striving for the next sliver of enjoyment. Life is supposed to be about experiencing everything that human existence allows us. We are supposed to experience great joy and happiness and love and pure unadulterated wonderment in the world. But, we also have to experience the inverse-- deep sadness and loss and despair and hopelessness.

Balance is the key-- and although we suffer, we feel equal parts joy and sadness.

We get the opportunity to feel so much in this life, and although it hurts immensely, it serves to remind us how beautiful life can truly be.

But what do I know-- I'm a pessimist and a nobody.

#anonymous #anonblog #vent blog #noonespecial #nobody

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becomingbts · 3 years

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Time heals (sometimes) - 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.

Thank you for reading,

-Dolly

Profiles #2 - here - part 2

Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway.

Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there.

Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.

So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there.

But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me?

Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.

He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word.

The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting.

Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.

On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen:

“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button.

Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head.

I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content.

How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day.

“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.”

If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them.

And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here?

Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal.

Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything.

Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert.

He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.

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[CN] S2 Gavin and MC in Chapter 23

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers 🍒

My focus is on Gavin x MC interactions, so content relating to the plot will be in bullet-points :>

On the way to work, MC bumps into a girl, who collapses onto the ground in a fit of spasms

MC sends her to the hospital, where she learns that since the day before yesterday, there have been incidents of sudden spasming and patients stricken with brain injuries

MC bumps into Gavin, who has just saved a patient with brain injuries. It isn’t the first time he’s bringing injured people over

He suggests that they talk somewhere else, and the scene cuts to a flashback

[ Notable Scene 1: The Box ]

Half a month ago.

It’s late in the night. Gavin doesn’t have the lights on, and he’s sitting on the sofa in silence.

Moonlight spills across the table silently, and mayflies are clearly visible in the night. He gets up slowly and walks to the storeroom, retrieving a paper box from the highest shelf.

His gaze lands on it quietly, akin to a statue sealed by time.

This box contains everything left after his old home was burnt down.

When Gavin received the box from the person who tidied up the house, he wasn’t able to express how he felt. He even forgot how to feel...

It turns out that memories etched deeply in his mind from such a long time ago weigh this little in his hands.

For a long while, he’s unable to see the path ahead clearly. At the same time, he’s unable to turn back.

He could simply be like this box, covered by dust for several years, remaining in the exact same place.

When it comes to things that one doesn’t wish to acknowledge, one can pretend it didn’t happen just by not acknowledging it.

Gavin brushes the thick layer of dust on the box gently. He wipes it very slowly, as though he’s wiping clean a certain time that has been covered in dust.

His palm is covered with a thick layer of dust, and it feels slightly warm beneath the chilly moonlight.

Gavin wipes his hand with the other. The heavy dust scatters and floats away, as though they never existed in the first place.

Lowering his eyes to the small box, he subconsciously holds his breath.

He feels that it will be very difficult to open it.

His fingertips press against the edge of the box. Without using much force, a corner is lifted up.

??: Little Gav, it’s time to wake up.

The tips of his fingers quiver, hooking on the inner side of the cover. He takes a deep breath.

??: Little Gav, I’m home.

He rarely hears her voice, and it’s been a long time since he thought about her face.

??: Does Little Gav want to grow up quickly?

Beneath the icy moonlight, faraway memories bring with it a nostalgic atmosphere.

These familiar objects don’t seem to have undergone any change, simply observing his growth quietly.

Gavin’s eyes sweep across the items in the box, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down.

Some unexpected items have been left behind after the fire, and some are valuable items from the safe box.

There are a few classic style accessories that belonged to his mother.

There are a few of his childhood toys, a few books that have turned yellow since a long time ago, and a photo album that has been half scorched.

There’s an old notebook laptop and a NW badge glinting with a cold light. These items belong to that man.

He releases a breath, clenching his fists slowly. He didn’t think this box would contain objects related to him.

Without harbouring much hope, he connects the laptop to an energy source. To his surprise, the laptop actually switches on.

He slides the mouse, selecting a number of files and successfully locating a password-locked file with not much effort.

As though it’s been waiting here for a very long time.

“Please enter the password.”

He places both hands on the keyboard, typing in a few characters with uncertainty.

“Incorrect password.”

Gavin’s wrists twitch slightly. He enters other combinations, but is unable to enter. He frowns, focusing and thinking for a very long time.

A strange gut feeling enters his thoughts. He lifts his fingertips, typing his mother’s birthday.

“Correct password.”

Seeing the dialogue box on the screen, Gavin isn’t able to describe how he’s feeling.

That composed and powerful man from his memory is akin to a sturdy and icy rock. Hence this unexpected situation before him makes him feel slightly unease.

Forcing himself to toss away these emotions, he clicks the file.

The title enters his view. Gavin’s expression gradually turns solemn as he scrutinises every word meticulously. A quarter of an hour later, he reaches the end of the file.

This is an investigation report.

The reporting team was investigating and analysing the “No. 0 Experiment” in Twin Leaves Orphanage 17 years ago.

Gavin carefully sieves through his memories, and finds that he has never heard of this No. 0 Experiment.

The report shows that they found a number of those involved in the experiment, and have listed them and documented some data related to the experiment, along with an analysis of the conclusion.

The evening seems to have grown colder, the rapid wind slamming against the window incessantly. Gavin turns towards the sound, losing his focus slightly.

On the last page of the file, there’s a clear and glaring conclusion -

The No. 0 Experiment was a confidential experiment related to CORE, and the participant was only 5 years old.

Name: MC.

He walks down the street somewhat aimlessly. When he returns to his senses, he realises that he has walked to a house which has been sealed up.

The house, which has been uninhabited for a very long time, is lonely and cold. Scorched walls are surrounded by railings.

The pitch black windows are open, cold wind rustling as they enter, releasing horrifying sounds akin to a lonely haunted house.

Gavin stands at the entrance quietly. After clenching and unclenching his fists several times, he leaps over the railing, pushing the door open and walking in.

This is the first time he’s returned to this place since his mother’s death.

That large fire had burnt this place completely. The repulsive walls and floor have a thick layer of dust on them, with no signs of their original colours.

He stands in the middle of the pitch black room, his eyes sweeping over several images.

Bright images, clear images, images that grow dim.

Because of his weakness, there was a time when he lost the most important person to him here.

The fierce flames had brushed his powerless arms, leaving behind a scar that will never fade.

Day after day, it scorches him as a reminder.

Which is why he will not allow it to happen again.

His heart seems to congeal into a pile, but he doesn’t shy away from this pain that gouges at his heart.

He lifts his head, straightens his back, and makes himself face every particle of ash here, along with the vow from the depths of his heart.

He will definitely protect her.

Gavin takes a deep breath. Lowering his head, his voice is soft.

Gavin: Mom, I’m leaving now.

He turns around, every step he takes difficult and forceful.

The door shuts gently.

All the ruins related to the past have been left behind the door.

The scene returns to the present, where Gavin asks MC if she’s still searching for CORE

MC can tell that he seems to be hiding something that’s difficult for her to understand

Before he can explain further, Eli calls and tells him to return to STF with MC

[ Notable Scene 2: Back at STF ]

The moment we enter the main hall, we hear bright cheers from the front.

??: Welcome, welcome! Welcome Captain Gavin back to the team!

Tang Chao and Eli are standing at a side of the main hall. Tang Chao is holding a small STF flag in his hand.

Tang Chao: Oh? A special guest?

Gavin: MC’s here for another reason.

Before Tang Chao can say anything else, Gavin casts a glance at him.

Gavin: The welcome ceremony has ended. From now onwards, don’t let me see anything unnecessary again.

With this, the tiny flag in Tang Chao’s hand “vanishes”. All that’s left is a straight posture.

At this moment, an agent hurriedly walks over to Gavin’s side, handing him a stack of documents.

Gavin flips through them, his expression solemn as he lifts his head, signalling to a special agent in the main hall.

Gavin: Bring her to my office. Tang Chao, gather the Special Ops team. We’ll have an ad hoc meeting in five minutes.

Gavin tells MC to take a break, and that he’ll find her later because there are certain things he needs to tell her

She waits in his office and searches up on the recent spasming symptoms that civilians have been experiencing

[ Notable Scene 3: Gavin’s Office ]

While my mind is wandering, a familiar face suddenly appears in my vision. Lowering my eyes, I see that Gavin is wearing a white uniform neatly.

Gavin: What’s on your mind?

MC: !

I stumble backwards in shock, bumping against the back of the chair. A warm palm seems to have predicted this outcome, and is already resting there.

Gavin rubs my head carefully, then pats me on the shoulder.

Gavin: Hulu hulu, don’t be scared.

MC: Pfft. Where’d you learn that?

Gavin: My Mom used to do that when I was frightened as a child.

I’m taken aback. This seems to be the first time Gavin is bringing up his mother to me since this world was relived.

However, he doesn’t seem to be emotionally affected by this, and the topic changes naturally.

Gavin: So what were you thinking about with such focus?

Gavin sits beside me, his eyes sweeping across the computer screen. He seems to read my thoughts immediately.

Gavin: You don’t have to worry. I just contacted the hospital. The girl you sent to the hospital is already out of danger.

MC: But I saw even more victims suffering from brain injuries... did the hospital come up with a new diagnosis?

Gavin: Not for now. But we’ve obtained all the information on patients with brain injuries with the hospital’s consent. The research team has already started work.

Gavin explains that there are abnormal electromagnetic waves affecting people’s brain cells. This time, the ones who are affected are ordinary civilians

As such, he tells MC to stay in STF since she doesn’t have Evol

He knows this because there’s an invisible device in the main hall that can detect the Evol of visitors

For the sake of her safety, he tells her to remain in the STF

[ Notable Scene 4: Sleeping in the Office ]

Gavin: If anything happens, I won’t be able to rush to your side immediately. I need you to stay here.

I’m unable to refuse such a Gavin.

Stars fill the sky outside the window. A solemn and tense atmosphere fills the STF.

I’m lying on a sofa in the office. Across a short reception table, Gavin is resting on the sofa opposite.

We’re the only two people in this tranquil space. With every shallow breath, Gavin’s scent lingers on the tip of my nose.

For some inexplicable reason, I’m unable to fall asleep.

Feeling a little stiff after maintaining this sleeping posture for a long time, I turn around carefully, and happen to meet Gavin’s eyes.

Gavin: Can’t sleep?

MC: Mm. What about you?

He chuckles softly. Moonlight lands on his eyes, and they glisten.

Gavin: There’s a mission tonight, so I can’t sleep.

MC: Oh yeah, the STF agents must wait for orders tonight. When you faced similar situations in the past, were you like this as well?

Gavin: Not always. I’d still take short naps. Tonight’s a little different.

MC: How so?

Gavin: You’re here, so I feel slightly nervous.

His gentle voice drifts to my ears, causing my heart to stir. My voice softens.

MC: What should we do then? Should we talk about something to relax?

Gavin: What should we talk about?

He turns his head towards me with a smile, his tone indolent.

MC: Gavin, what do you usually think about when waiting for missions?

Gavin: I’d think about... how it’d be nice if there weren’t any missions.

Gavin’s voice is calm. He crosses his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling peacefully.

He isn’t being lazy, nor is he demanding for an easy life.

I look at his side profile quietly, feeling a mild heartache. However, I do my best to smile.

MC: Have you counted the number of nights you haven’t slept?

Gavin: If we’re not counting naps, it’d be twelve days...

MC: That’s way too many!

I bolt upright, frowning at that chap who exerts himself whenever he has a mission.

Gavin: Divided by four...?

MC: You’re definitely lying. That’s only three days.

Gavin: I was lying.

Unsure if I should laugh or cry while facing that dead serious Gavin, I’m at a loss for words.

MC: I’ll treat it as three days then. Don’t break this record next time.

Gavin: ...

Gavin: What if it’s divided by two?

MC: Only you would try to bargain at a time like this!

At some point, the moonlight has shifted quietly, descending on his slightly upturned lips.

The wind outside the window seems to have grown a little softer, as though not wanting to disturb us. It simply brushes the edges of the office window.

Gavin has always given me the impression that he’s someone to rely on. It’s as if those sturdy and straight shoulders can solve any difficulties on this earth.

That man, who has always been taking action alone, has unexpectedly begun to reach out to me, asking for assistance.

--Those hands hesitantly, carefully, yet firmly grip mine tightly.

While feeling heartened about this and doing my best to hold onto him, I also feel an inexplicable sadness.

As someone who has always preferred to shoulder all the difficulties and storms himself, he must have piled even more responsibilities onto himself when he’s asking for assistance, putting them ahead of his own safety.

MC: Gavin, when all of this is over and when STF isn’t as busy... have a peaceful sleep.

One that is peaceful, without any burdens or distracting thoughts.

MC: When that time comes, I’ll be by your side, just like right now.

The surroundings become quiet once again. However, one set of breaths gradually turns heavy. I don’t speak, waiting patiently for his response.

After a very, very long time, I hear a gentle and certain response from the other side of the darkness.

Gavin: I promise.

His voice is incredibly soft, reminiscent of a pair of coarse hands carefully gliding over my heartstrings, and it’s ticklish.

I close my eyes, drifting off to a deep sleep while holding back the arcs at the corners of my lips.

Early the next day, Gavin is already gone. MC’s phone screen flickers for a moment and she suddenly faints

Before fainting, she catches sight of an abnormal yet magnificent meteor shower

Tang Chao happens to see MC regaining consciousness...

[ Notable Scene 5: Tang Chao’s Allegiance ]

Tang Chao: MC, Captain Gavin wanted me to call you over to eat... why isn’t the door closed?

MC: Wait-

Before I can finish speaking, the door is pushed open. Tang Chao’s gaze immediately falls on me. When he sees that I’m sitting on the ground, his mouth hangs open.

In the next second, he turns around and rushes out. Guessing that he’s heading to Gavin, I hurriedly get up from the ground.

MC: Tang Chao, wait! I’m fine!!

Tang Chao stops in his footsteps and turns around. He blinks once.

Tang Chao: You lied.

MC: ...

MC: I probably didn’t sleep well, so my head was giddy and I couldn’t stand steadily.

Tang Chao narrows his eyes.

Tang Chao: You lied again.

MC: ...

MC: Anyway, I’m fine now! Don’t mention this to Gavin. Otherwise, he’d get distracted.

Tang Chao doesn’t say anything, and simply narrows his eyes. For some reason, I feel slightly guilty, and rush over.

MC: Let’s go, let’s go. Let’s head to the cafeteria quickly.

The cafeteria is crowded today. Even so, I’m able to spot Gavin at a glance.

Feeling uneasy, I shoot a glance at Tang Chao. After selecting my items absent-mindedly, I walk over to Gavin’s table.

Before I can sit down, I hear Tang Chao’s footsteps stopping behind me,

Tang Chao: Reporting to Captain Gavin. When I went to the office, I happened to see MC getting up from the floor, and her face was pale.

Tang Chao: Her elbows and the hem of her skirt had dust on them, and it was probably due to her fainting and collapsing onto the ground.

Tang Chao: She claimed that she was fine and that she simply didn’t sleep well. Based on my judgment, those are lies.

Tang Chao: Additionally, she attempted to conceal this, and asked me not to tell you about it. She also sent a warning glare. End of report.

MC: ...

At this point, I feel a scorching gaze on me. Gavin stands up with a “whoosh”, and walks over to my side.

Gavin: What happened? Do you feel unwell? Go to the infirmary.

He takes the jacket on the back of the seat, then pulls on my hand to leave. This movement draws the attention of agents in the surroundings, and I hurriedly pull on him to stop.

MC: Wait, Gavin! I fainted because I haven’t had enough sleep these days. You should know about the onset of the brain injuries in victims. If there was something wrong with me, I definitely wouldn’t be standing here. Also, you’re having breakfast now. If you leave without eating, I’d feel guilty for the entire day. No, the entire week!

I swing his arm lightly, shouldering immense stress while returning him with a confident and steady gaze.

The deep and probing gaze glints slightly. Gavin seems unable to refuse, and finally nods.

Gavin: Right now, the preliminary symptoms of the brain injuries are unclear. Which is why you still have to go for a checkup. I’ll bring you there once we’re done eating.

I nod, sitting next to him obediently. From my peripheral vision, I spot an agent walking over with large strides.

STF Agent: Captain Gavin, there’s an urgent situation.

At the same time, MC receives a call

Gavin reminds Tang Chao to bring MC for the checkup before leaving

The call is from Kiki, who tells her that Willow isn’t feeling well, and that strange pamphlets have appeared all around the city, claiming that the radiation from the meteor shower only affects ordinary civilians

MC goes for the checkup, and her results turn out fine

MC returns to Gavin’s office

While she’s deep in thought, she hears a knock at the door

Forgetting that this is Gavin’s office, she lets the person in

He’s Xiao Yue, the man in the glass room on the second floor when she was undergoing experiments in NW

She tells him to leave, and Gavin makes his grand appearance

[ Notable Scene 6: RIP Door ]

Just as I’m about to continue, the door is kicked open forcefully. Along with the loud sound, the floor beneath my feet seems to tremble slightly as well.

I turn my head in a daze. Gavin is standing at the door, his face sombre. The door creaks as it sways, freezing the air.

He seems to have rushed over, his chest rising and falling along with his breaths. However, the sharpness in his eyes glint with an icy light.

His gaze lands on me subconsciously, as though confirming something. Then, his tense expression finally relaxes slightly.

Gavin: Who gave you the permission to enter my office?

Xiao Yue: I knocked at the door.

Xiao Yue shrugs. Gavin ignores him completely, taking large strides over to me, shielding me behind him.

Gavin: Get out. The STF has a room for visitors.

His voice is hoarse and low, bringing with it a sense of oppression.

Xiao Yue takes his time to stand up, his gaze sweeping over Gavin before nodding in approval.

Xiao Yue: Captain Gavin... is much stronger than I imagined. Looks like I was concerned about nothing.

HIs words seem to have a meaning behind them. Gavin’s gaze turns slightly colder, as though huge waves are raging in his eyes.

Xiao Yue: I just came here to have a look. There’s no need for a visitor’s room. We’ll meet again. Miss MC, take care of yourself.

Xiao Yue walks out unhurriedly. When the footsteps gradually fade, Gavin shuts the door without a word.

His clenched fist lingers on the doorknob. Then, he lets go. When he turns around, his icy expression has already vanished, and there’s concern in his eyes.

Gavin: Are you okay?

I shake my head, lowering my eyes a little apologetically.

MC: ...sorry, I shouldn’t have let him in.

Gavin: He was impolite. You have nothing to apologise for.

His voice is very soft, and he chuckles in slight resignation.

I nod contemplatively, finding what that man said earlier somewhat strange.

But sensing that Gavin doesn’t wish to mention him, I suppress these questions in my heart for now.

MC asks about the pamphlets appearing on the streets and how it might make the civilians panic

Gavin assures MC that the STF will hold a press conference regarding the pamphlets tomorrow

A knock comes at the door, and an agent tells Gavin that they have to leave

[ Notable Scene 7: Company ]

Gavin: Okay, I’ll be there soon.

Gavin stares at me deeply before walking over to the window. The window, which was originally open by a gap, is pushed wider open.

Gavin: The heater makes this place feel stuffy after a while. During this time, let it keep you company for a while.

With this, a breeze as warm as summer lifts the ends of my hair, akin to an emotion hidden in the depths.

The press conference goes very smoothly, and Gavin is busy once again

Kiki notifies her that Willow’s situation is under control

[ Notable Scene 8: Eli is the best ]

While I release a sigh of relief, a message from Gavin pops up on my phone.

Gavin: Wait for me in the office.

MC: Yes, sir.

This matter is probably far from over. After replying to the message, I take a few steps before Eli appears out of nowhere, stopping me.

Eli: MC, I was just looking for you. Did Gavin ask you to wait for him in the office?

MC: Yes, what’s wrong?

Eli: Come with me.

While saying this, he walks towards another direction. Just as I’m about to follow after him, my heart suddenly skips, and I halt in my footsteps.

No, Gavin already notified me through a message, so why would he take this additional measure? And this isn’t the route to his office.

When I was in the STF previously, this was exactly how I was duped by F-45, the spy from Gray Rhino!

I take a large stride backwards warily, putting distance between the both of us.

MC: ...wait, stay where you are!

I scrutinise him carefully.

MC: Sorry, but I need to verify something. How can you prove that you’re Eli?

Eli is taken aback. Then, his expression turns serious as he gives me a thumbs up.

Eli: Full marks in alertness. Your suspicion is reasonable. Looks like Gavin has taught you about safety.

After thinking for a moment, he takes out his phone and scrolls through it before showing me the screen.

Eli: This is from a celebratory feast we had after a mission ended. Gavin lost in a game and had to sing a song. I recorded this.

In the slightly wobbly recording, Gavin walks up the stage from among the crowd of STF agents, and clears his throat in slight resignation.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, his voice is a little hoarse, and his ears are dyed with a red hue.

Gavin: Eli, turn off the camera.

Although he isn’t looking at the camera at all, Gavin sends an icy warning.

The screen wobbles furiously and turns pitch black. However, voices can still be heard.

Eli: Okay okay, I’ve shut it off.

Gavin: Also, Tang Chao, don’t sing. It’d affect me.

Laughter can be heard in the surroundings. However, everyone quietens down quickly, and all that’s left is Gavin’s low humming.

Eli draws his hand back and taps on the phone. Then, a sound drifts from my pocket.

Eli: I’ve sent you the clip. There’s a part where his face can be seen. Oh yeah, that fellow was wounded in action during a mission. There’s a crescent-shaped scar on the inner side of his right arm. You probably don’t know about this, and he doesn’t let people speak of it. Okay, that’s two weighty secrets. Can we go now?

I nod repeatedly, smiling in embarrassment.

MC: Sure sure! What’s important is that I learnt from past experience... Captain Eli, please forgive me!

Eli waves his hands before leading me to the STF hall with brisk strides.

MC: Where are we going?

Eli: To see a certain silly fellow.

Eli takes MC to a simulated training ground before leaving to his own “battlefield”

Here, the progress bar measures the Evol that has been used in battle, so filling it up requires huge amounts of Evol

Gavin explains that it’s been confirmed that Evol abilities can absorb the radiation that has been affecting civilians

In order reduce the effects of the radiation, the entire Loveland City must be covered by Evol pellets

Gavin promises that after this ends, he won’t use Evol unless necessary

[ Notable Scene 9: Mutual Support ]

My heart feels an inexplicable ache, but I know that this is something he has to do, and that there are things only he can do.

Shaking my head, I reach out to grab the strings on Gavin’s jacket. Pulling it towards myself gently, I rest my forehead on his chin.

MC: I know that you have things you must do. Although I’ll be worried, I’ll always support and assist you. So, it’s your turn to give me a little courage this time. Let me stand here more courageously, witnessing you complete your mission.

Warm breaths land on the top of my head. Gavin lifts his hand, tucking stray hairs behind my ear.

Gavin: Your presence is enough.

I stare at Gavin quietly, feeling air currents gathering under my feet, bundled up with tenderness and a sense of ease as they send me down the elevated arena.

Gavin explains that in order to enhance the effectiveness of the training, the system takes into account the characteristics of each user

As such, they can experience pain, but won’t actually be wounded

Gavin faces constant battles, and his opponents get faster and stronger

To both of their surprise. his final opponent is a simulated Gavin

And MC is worried because it’s Gavin LOL

Before Gavin can land a punch, Simulated Gavin dodges and grabs Gavin, throwing him onto the ground

And Gavin spits out blood 😭

But Gavin doesn’t give up because the progress bar is almost full

He keeps getting up and exchanging blows with Simulated Gavin

Every single move is predicted and thwarted by Simulated Gavin because the system has registered Gavin’s usual moves

Gavin knows that it’s futile to continue this way

He ponders for a moment, and realises that over the years of fighting, he has developed a fixed fighting style

But he’s a living person, not a robot

Although he has a somewhat fixed fighting style, he’s always improving with every judgment call and observation

Since he’s facing an opponent without any goals or convictions, he needs to remember his core self - a living, swift and fierce Gavin who never gives up

Simulated Gavin doesn’t expect his moves, and Gavin seizes his chance to attack

Gavin wins and we get to see a sliver of his beautiful abs:

[ Notable Scene 10: After the battles ]

Returning to my senses, I quickly climb up the octagonal arena, running towards Gavin.

He’s standing upright, some obvious traces of blood on his face. His fringe is splayed messily on his forehead.

Gavin: MC, I’m fine.

MC: ...you fought for a full six hours!

I scrutinise his injuries, my heart aching.

MC: This won’t do. Come here.

Gavin: They’re all fake.

MC: But the pain is real!

Pulling his arm, I gently and stubbornly make him lean against me.

Gavin chuckles softly. He doesn’t try to stop me, and I feel his weight leaning against me.

After getting scanned by a laser, we pass through the iron door.

I turn my head towards Gavin, who is leaning on me, and see that those injuries are truly gone. I blink in shock.

MC: That’s incredible... there really aren’t any injuries.

Unexpectedly, Gavin continues leaning on me calmly, his eyes filled with seriousness.

Gavin: But the pain is real. [hisses] It really hurts.

MC: Huh?! In that case, walk slower...!

When I see a tinge of mischievousness surfacing in Gavin’s eyes, I realise that he’s teasing me on purpose.

MC: You rascal!

Seeing that I’ve uncovered his “crafty scheme”, he releases his hold on my shoulder before running away.

I follow behind him, stepping out of the passageway and heading outdoors. An icy sensation pelts on my head. Looking up, I see a sky full of white snowflakes drifting down.

MC: It’s snowing!

Evol light spots from the training grounds cover the scattered snowflakes, as though they are emitting light.

Other STF agents are also stepping out of the training grounds, bringing with them fatigue. Everyone looks up at the sky with amazement and pride.

Seeing their youthful yet fatigued expressions, I turn to Gavin as he stands next to me, an inexplicable ache surfacing in my heart.

The entire force has been on standby the entire night, and just underwent continuous battles in the simulated training grounds.

Despite that, they seem to have an inextinguishable light in their eyes, along with the convictions etched into their bones.

They are protective barricades and unsheathed swords.

Amid the specks of light and snowflakes, they are akin to sparks, illuminating the entire city.

Gavin: Get the Monitoring Department to report on the current data and to keep an eye on the hospital. If anything happens, make a report as soon as possible.

Gavin: Everyone else, get complete rest. There are no orders, and nobody is to return to their posts.

He pauses for a moment, his voice softening. His white uniform seems exceptionally trimmed beneath the moonlight.

Gavin: Everyone has worked hard.

With this, his unconcealable fatigue relaxes slightly.

After the agents leave, I straighten up.

MC: Officer Gavin, what’s my mission?

He’s stunned for a moment. Then, he seems to understand what I mean, and a bright smile fills his eyes.

Gavin: Your mission is...

His expression turns gentle. Lifting his hand, he tucks stray hairs behind my ear.

Gavin: To go on a stroll with me.

Gavin retrieves an umbrella from somewhere, and shelters me beneath it.

Encased by Gavin’s scent in this narrow space, I can’t help but suck in a breath.

Without realising it, we walk over to the lake, and sit down on the steps of the bridge.

I take the umbrella in his hand, wanting him to relax a little.

MC: Gavin, why did you suddenly want to go for a stroll?

Before I finish speaking, I feel a weight on my shoulder. A warm shoulder sticks close to my side.

I lower my head in confusion, watching as Gavin leans his head against my shoulder, his eyes lightly shut.

Gavin: Eli and the others will fuss over me, and it’s really bothersome...

MC: I fuss over you too.

Gavin: Yours doesn’t count as fussing. It’s concern, and it’s much better than theirs.

He mumbles softly. Lowering my gaze, I trace his face with my eyes carefully.

His eye bags are obvious and heavy, and his lips are slightly pale. My heart seems to be pricked by something, and a sense of forlornness brims from my heart.

I press my cheek against the top of his head, nuzzling it gently.

MC: Gavin, thank you.

Gavin: Why are you suddenly thanking me?

MC: Thank you for letting me stay by your side when you’re in pain and injured, instead of hiding away. You must continue keeping up with this good habit.

Gavin chuckles softly. Snowflakes drift to the tips of his hair, softening that sharp expression he always has.

MC: I don’t mean to blame you for breaking your promise, but I just want to verify it again. Do you remember how I mentioned that overusing Evol could result in side-effects to the body?

He seems to stiffen a for a moment. After a very long time, I hear his response.

Gavin: I’m aware. Not just me. Eli and others know about it too. Even so, there are certain things that must be done. Someone is bound to make sacrifices in exchange for a complete resolution. This is the duty of the STF, and it’s our calling.

His voice grows softer and softer, reminiscent of the silent snowflakes.

This is the first time I’m realising how quiet Gavin’s voice is. It’s as though it'd disappear without a trace the moment it lands on the ground.

A chilly breeze courses past, causing his lapel to rustle noisily. I quickly press on the umbrella, bringing Gavin a little closer.

He doesn’t seem to sense anything, his eyes heavily shut. Along with this city, he sleeps peacefully.

This sleeping expression seems to overlap with the face on the roof the day after the fog was gathered.

The strongest, yet most fatigued and fragile Gavin.

MC: I just hope you can cherish yourself a little more... and be a little more selfish.

But I know that you can’t do it.

Which is why I simply wish for the wind and snow to be a little quieter, and not disturb this Gavin.

He has used all of his energy, winning victories over difficulty after difficulty, defeating opponent after opponent, and even defeated his past self.

So for now, just let him sleep peacefully on my shoulder.

A ringing sound shatters the tranquility. Gavin’s phone rings urgently.

Without opening his eyes, he take out his phone and holds it at his ear. After responding simply, he straightens up, his gaze clear.

Gavin: The radiation has been obstructed, and the effects are clear. It should last for a while. Now, the STF will find the source of the radiation and a solution to it.

He pulls me to my feet, taking the umbrella in my hand. He walks a step forward, then stops and looks at me.

A heavy emotion gathers in his amber eyes, making me feel slightly uneasy.

MC: Gavin, what is it?

The light in his eyes stirs slightly, and he speaks slowly.

Gavin: Stop looking for the CORE, and don’t do anything dangerous for the CORE.

My eyes widen. For a moment, I suppress the shock and confusion in my heart. Just as I’m about to speak, he interrupts me.

Gavin: The CORE’s with me.

MC: ?!

My mouth hangs open, and I have no idea what to say.

Gavin: I know that you need it, but I can’t hand it to you yet. However, I can make a promise with you. I have to leave for a while to resolve this matter completely. Before I return, don’t get involved in any danger.

He leans down, pressing his palm to my cheek while looking into my eyes seriously.

Gavin: As long as you can promise me this, I’ll give the CORE to you.

Meeting his sincere and pressing gaze, the emotions in my heart slowly settle, leaving behind a heart filled with warmth.

MC: Okay, I promise.

His expression finally relaxes slightly. He retracts the palm on my cheek, as though he’s making a certain wordless vow.

Gavin: Let’s go, it’s time to return.

After they part ways, Gavin heads over to Xiao Yue’s office to accept a certain invitation... T-T

After reaching home, MC comes across information that attests to the importance of the Evol pellets, and decides to call Gavin

[ Notable Scene 11: A Reminder ]

Gavin: It’s me, Gavin. Go on.

MC: ...Gavin, it’s me.

The person on the other end seems to stop breathing for a moment. Slowly, the sound of breaths drifts over.

Gavin: There’s no need to worry.

MC: I haven't even said anything.

A somewhat weary chuckle drifts over to my ear, but only for a moment.

MC: Okay, I won’t occupy your time. All the best!

Gavin: Don’t forget about our promise. Rest early.

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Sick

word count: 5.4k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, sickness, dizziness, angst + fluff

A/N: Hi everyone! I can't believe this is my first sick fic but I just had to do one with Wilhemina x Reader. If anyone would like to see some more, I might do a series of these with Cordelia or Ally or even Billie. (Let me know)

This is dedicated to a very special person I met on Tumblr- I hope you remember to take a break from time to time and look after yourself! ✨

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''If you decide to go into work, it's at your own risk, don't come running to me afterwards, if you don't feel well'' Wilhemina's harsh words ring through your ears as you stand by your desk, trying to focus on the tasks ahead. All you can feel, as your hand wanders to the table, desperately looking for some support to not lose balance, to not give your legs the power to stop supporting you and to fight your body from giving up and letting exhaustion win.

In reality, Wilhemina's words weren't supposed to come out as harsh and rushed as they did, her stern and cold tone and demeanor, only a defensive mechanism for the woman, trying to hide her true feelings that are buried deep within her soul. She meant to protect you, from yourself mostly but also the sickness and the flu that had come knocking about a week ago, but you being stubborn pushing it away as if it wasn't real or meaningful.

However, as you stand by your desk, trying hard not to lose balance, you realize that all along Wilhemina had been right and you should have listened. The times, she told you to stop working so much and doing over hours as your job demanded it, the times she told you that making her a bath or cooking dinner isn't necessary that day. The times she told you to take care of yourself and simply lie down but you wouldn't listen, always caring more about everyone else's wellbeing, especially the redheads than your own.

''Miss Y/L/N, have you finished your assigned task yet by chance?'' you hear the voice of your boss, as she enters and you wish she didn't, as her voice only adds to the throbbing pain in your head, causing your vision to blur and everything to feel even more unbearable than it already does.

With all the fight and strength left in you, you manage to turn around and grab the folder, handing it to her with shaky hands. You had always been good at hiding, either fighting battles of sickness or overwhelming thoughts, drowning in your own emotions deep down but remaining to keep a perfect facade and smile to the people on the outside, so they didn't understand and learn your true feelings as you see no reason to bother them with it. However, no matter how much you try and hide this and pretend that you aren't consumed by sickness fighting your body, it's very visible in your features.

Even though your boss is a very hectic person, always caring about performing well and getting work done as ''efficiently and quickly as possible'' as she repeats on a daily basis, even she manages to notice your fragile state. Your face, which is usually filled with light and warm smiles, doesn't just lack the genuine smile and warmth but also color as you are incredibly pale. She quickly connects the dots, noticing how your hand is gripping around the desk still and how your other hand is shaking uncontrollably.

''Miss Y/L/N, are you feeling alright?'' you hear her ask before your eyes feel heavier as the exhaustion is slowly creeping up on you and you have trouble concentrating on what is happening, as you feel more in a dream-like state. For a moment, everything seems to pause and you only snap out of it when you feel some weight pressing on your shoulders and someone forcing you to sit down on a chair they pulled closer.

Only as you force your eyes open, slightly confused and dumbfounded at what is happening, you realize it's your boss making you sit down and walking to the other end of the room to get some water for you. ''Miss Y/L/N while I appreciate your determination, you should have called in sick this morning'' she explains, while handing you a glass of water with a compassionate smile but the concern visible in her features. ''I just wanted to-to finish the'' you start but stop midway as you feel sick at the pure sensation of water in your mouth, let alone swallowing it.

''I understand but you need some rest, that much is plain, need me to call someone for you?'' she asks but you instantly tense, knowing your girlfriend Wilhemina will definitely not be amused if she has to pick you up from work, after explicitly telling you not to go in the first place, this morning and last night. Not to mention, she is at her own workplace, having to deal with her own piles of work, her constant back pain, and two idiot bosses on top of it all.

''No I am ok- okay'' you manage to get the words out and force your best smile, knowing if you aren't going to be convincing enough, she might not let you leave without calling someone. ''Very well but you better not show your face here, until you are truly better'' she warns, with a little smile, knowing how determined you are, and while she appreciates your work attitude a lot, she knows you tend to overwork yourself and forgetting to take care of yourself in the process.

Taking a deep breath, you somehow manage to prop yourself up and grab your bag, taking slow but steady steps towards the exit and the bus stop. As you walk through the corridor, momentarily blinded by the bright lights flickering, you are well aware you shouldn't attempt to get on the bus, considering there is still a little walk back to yours and Wilhemina's apartment but you could never bother your girlfriend with this, not because she told you so in the first place but because you need to remain stable and alright.

As you walk through exit and towards the bus stop, you feel some droplets of rain on your skin and instantly shiver a little as the cold water only adds to the uncomfortable feeling. Focussing on your vision and the bus timetable as you actually don't know the times because you would usually never leave work after two hours, the dizziness momentarily passes a little as the thoughts become overwhelming. Waves of uncomfortable thoughts crash into your brain, with no way of stopping ''What if they will fire me, what if people will be disappointed in me, what if Wilhemina hates me?''.

You try your best to take deep breaths and push the thoughts away but the only thing usually helpful at keeping the storm and waves of emotions at bay, is the woman you are trying to hide this from. Usually, she could tell by how stressed or anxious you seem and without addressing it much, she will just pull you into her arms or let your exhausted body rest on her lap, the soft hums and stroking her fingers through your hair, stopping the thoughts momentarily.

''Are you getting on Miss?'' you hear a male unfamiliar voice, snapping you out of your thoughts and noticing that somehow the bus already arrived and you blink a few times, confused whether you just stood there for ages, unable to focus on anything in reality anymore or if it just happened to arrive so quickly. ''Miss?'' he tries again, his voice now showing a slight sign of impatience. Your mind automatically connects it with Wilhemina's impatience whenever you would just admire her, completely taken back by her beauty and features and the same agitation in her voice, as she would try to speak to you.

''Yes,'' you quickly say and get on the bus, showing your ticket like you would every morning. Finally collapsing onto the nearest seat you can find, leaning your head against the window and closing your eyes, you feel some of the exhaustion fade as you sit on a comfortable surface. Your thoughts wander back to Wilhemina and it suddenly dawns on you that you haven't even texted her your usual good morning text yet or checked-in how her work is going. A small part of you wants to avoid any confrontation with her today as you are still worried, she will be mad at you.

After all, maybe you could avoid all the questions and confrontation if you simply lied. Of course, you are fully aware it won't be easy to lie to your girlfriend, especially with her always being able to tell but you wonder if you could somehow pull it off. Pretending to still be at work and only got off work a bit earlier, not to worry her and not to argue, as she did tell you after all not to come running to her.

Deciding on actually messaging her and pulling your phone out of your bag, you realize it was a mistake as soon as the bright screen blinds your vision yet again. All you could see before your eyes force shut, is Wilhemina's name on your screen but you can't begin to read the messages as your fragile state isn't allowing you to do so. Deciding on dealing with that later, you rest your head against the window and zone out for a while, trying hard not to fall asleep on the bus and end up somewhere entirely opposite to your direction and final stop- home.

Part of you doesn't remember how you ended up in bed a while later, your brain too tired to remember the details of getting off the bus at the right stop and walking aimlessly for a few minutes before you found yourself in front of your shared apartment. Thankfully, along the way, your subconsciousness took over and guided your body home safely, as you were in no state to focus on much anymore, your body on autopilot mode.

As soon as your tired body finally comes into contact with your mattress, pulling the blanket closer to your face and snuggling up comfortably, you feel relieved, and before any more waves of overwhelming thoughts arrive, your body finally allows itself to rest and you fall into a deep slumber. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered to set an alarm for in a few hours, making sure you would be awake for when Wilhemina would return, even in your sleepy and sick state, still keeping track of everything and keeping your perfect facade up.

However, whenever you try and protect everyone around you, considering every detail perfectly you tend to ignore yourself in the process and checking in on how you are feeling or how decisions might affect you. As a result, you didn't just take a small nap like intended, you fell asleep, sleeping off most of the fever and letting your tired body fight the illness. However, due to your state, you fail to wake up from the alarm or wake up to Wilhemina coming home from work, a little early as she couldn't reach you all day, not the usual lunchtime call or messages you would sent her, no matter how busy you are.

As soon as Wilhemina unlocks the door, discarding her small purple handbag on the table, she walks through the apartment in an effort to find you, her cane hitting the floor hard and with a heavy force, reflecting what she is feeling inside. Of course, she had known you haven't been feeling well and not only hiding it from her but also trying to push through like you usually would. The redhead didn't mean to lash out at you or use the harsh words she did in the end but your actions and behavior reminded the sometimes stern woman of her own behavior. Always ignoring her back pain and pushing through endless emails or documents on her desk, regretting it the same day or days later when the pain felt unbearable, and yet she still hid it from everyone.

She was trying to look out for you, the times she told you not to go in, take a break, and also when she said she wouldn't be there. Of course, she would, Wilhemina loves you and her love for you has been both the most confusing and strong thing she has ever felt for anyone. You had crashed into Wilhemina's life like a thunder, unexpected, and with heavy force, she had no idea the day you walked into her life, it would change everything. It didn't just change Wilhemina herself and being able to open up slowly, it also allowed her to feel emotions and understand them as something positive and not something you should try and hide or avoid at all costs. From day one you had brought out her soft side, allowing those walls to tumble down and letting the light and love into her life as her heart has been a dark and lonely place for long enough.

Her first stop is the kitchen, hoping deep down she wouldn't find you cooking in there, or the dining room with a meal prepared, as she wouldn't want you to overwork yourself even more after work. After not finding you there, she checks the bathroom but no sign of you either, only to finally be met with the bedroom in complete darkness. Slightly dumbfounded, she switches the light on, the lamp slowly filling the room with light and exposing your fragile, shivering body on the bed.

Wilhemina's heart almost breaks at the sight, seeing you in such discomfort and knowing at the same time it must be bad if you voluntarily went to bed early and skip the usual responsibilities that aren't actually your chores or Wilhemina expecting them of you but you thinking that regardless. She slowly approaches the bed, her cane hitting the floor very carefully and quiet now, sure to not wake you up in the process, as she wouldn't want to startle you or add to the discomfort you are in.

She finds you wrapped in a blanket, still wearing the clothes you had left in this morning and Wilhemina knows if you willingly did that, you must have felt awful when you returned home. Her hand wanders closer to your face, gently tucking at the blanket so she can take a look at your face. She gasps a little when she sees how pale you are, droplets of sweat on your forehead at the same time and her heart breaks at the sight, seeing her little one in this much pain and distress.

For a moment the redhead debates what to do as she has never been great at taking care of anyone or allowing people to take care of herself. As a child, she was often told not to exaggerate, that her back pain isn't that bad, that it doesn't need checking out from doctors and that she just has to deal with it. Eventually, she started to believe it and the emotional abuse she suffered in her young years, combined with the pain, made the redhead believe that she isn't worthy of affection or love or someone taking care of her. Even till this day, she barely allows you to help her out with her pains, not liking the fact anyone would show her the affection and tender care that was lacking in her younger years.

Gently, her hand reaches for your forehead, her rational thinking kicking in now to determine the state and severity of your illness. As soon as the back of her palm comes into contact with your forehead, she gasps, her facial expression changing from concerned and wishing she could just cure you right there, into worrying and shock. Her nostrils flare as she has no idea how you managed to get through the last hours and at the same time feeling angry, that you kept her in the dark and didn't call her. A small part of Wilhemina understands however, as she would have done the same thing, hide, keep the perfect smile and pretend like nothing is bothering her.

Wilhemina stands there for a moment, looking over your body exhausted from sickness, deciding on what to do, her rational side is telling her to take you to a doctor but there is no way she would trust them. The redhead woman had too many bad experiences before to trust them again, often mistreated with her back or prescripted the wrong medication and there is no way she would ever let her little one go through similar experiences. In the end, she decides on the only thing logical which is taking care of you herself, right at home. She balances on her cane again, trying to be quiet before walking into the kitchen to retrieve the necessary items.

The ruffling noises, mixed with cane tapping coming from the kitchen, as well as the cold unknown feeling on your forehead a little while ago, end up waking you up from your slumber, and instantly your body tenses up as you realize Wilhemina is home. In your slightly panicked state, overwhelmed with the thoughts on how to get out of this situation, ignoring the throbbing headache or the fact the room is spinning from the lack of food and water today, you once again fail to acknowledge what is right in front of you.

Right in front of you, stands Wilhemina, your girlfriend, a little tray in her hand, trying to balance it with the support of her cane and free hand, looking at you with a confused reaction, both about the fact you are awake and also the fact you are staring at the wall, not moving at all. ''Little one, you are awake'' she states, her voice sounding a little softer than usual. Instantly you snap out of it, panic once again rippling through your body as you fear her reaction, ignoring the fact she is standing in front of you with a little tray with water, soup, and medication.

Wilhemina notices you tensing, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her back that the carrying of the tray had caused her, she walks closer to the bed, putting the tray on the night table finally, before breathing out a moment as the uncomfortable feeling leaves her. She turns to you, her eyebrows furrowing again, the concern now very visible in her features, unable to hide it any longer and not caring about that, your wellbeing her main priority.

''Little one'' she states, her head tilting slightly and her eyes slowly locking with yours as you force yourself to take a look at your girlfriend. As soon as you take a look at the redhead, you feel partly relieved as there is no sign of anger visible but at the same time, you feel awful for the concern you had caused her, not to mention the back pain you must have caused her, considering her awkward posture, standing in front of you, still balancing both hands on her cane. Finally, as your eyes wander to the little tray, you feel like bursting into tears at the fact Wilhemina had done this for you, considering she must have just returned from work and you knowing how hard things like these are for her with her condition.

''Mina?'' your voice cracks not only from the feeling of knives in your throat as illness seems to have taken up most of your body but also tears building up, both guilty ones putting Wilhemina through the effort as well as sad ones that your walls are breaking down, right here in front of the woman you usually encourage to let her walls down and true emotions in.

''I'm here little one'' she whispers, her hand wandering to your cheek, cupping it gently and stroking it with the back of her palm. It doesn't take words to exchange what is on each other's mind, you feeling sorry for lying and pushing, realizing now that indeed your partner had been right from the start. And Wilhemina also feeling guilty for using such harsh words on you this morning and at the same time upset to see her girl in such distress and pain. As soon as you feel her palm on your cheek, some tears stream down your face as you try and contain the sobs and fight back the last few emotions and thoughts, keeping you from breaking right in front of her.

As soon as Wilhemina feels the tears falling, she catches them with her thumb, wiping them away gently before whispering ''Now don't cry sweet girl'' trying to hide her own emotions and the pain it brings her whenever seeing you upset. Whenever she would see you in any kind of distress or any negative emotion visible in your features it would cause her great pain, a different kind of feeling than her back could ever cause her, as her heart would ache, her only intention to make you smile again, especially in that dorky adorable way she loves and that causes for her heart to flutter, even though she wouldn't admit that to anyone, including you.

After wiping your tears, Wilhemina hands you some water and medication from the tray and you look at her with a slightly confused expression, as you haven't fully realized yet, it doesn't need words for Wilhemina to understand how awful you are feeling. ''Now take them little one, it will make you feel better'' she promises and without thinking twice you lead the tablets to your mouth, swallowing them with some water. The feeling of the cold liquid soothing your throat momentarily distracts you from the pain that you seem to feel all over your body. ''Good girl'' Wilhemina praises as you hand her the bottle, a little smirk rising on your features.

''Now I need you to eat this'' she demands, handing you the bowl of chicken noodle soup, that you usually love. You look at her with a slightly disgusted expression as the thought of food is only adding to the sick feeling in your stomach. ''I know but eat up for me, will you?'' she asks gently, not reminding you of the stern Wilhemina at all. All you can do in response is nod and take the bowl from her hands. ''I will be right back'' she explains, leaving you behind with your soup before walking out of the bedroom. For a moment you debate whether to just abandon the food again, as you genuinely don't feel like eating but there is no way you would let the woman you had fallen in love with, down a second time today.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, the only sounds to be heard, the spoon as it scoops up the liquid, feeling soothing in your throat but painful in your stomach at the same time. Shortly after the sound of a cane fills the room again and with each tap you somehow feel nervous, knowing the conversation was still to be held why you had lied to Wilhemina and not listened to her in the first place, only adding to the anxiety you feel. You see as the redhead walks in with a few towels and your favorite pajamas, that she would usually mock, too ''adorable'' for her liking, as you would usually put it.

''Have you had some?'' she asks and points at the soup and you simply nod while your eyes are begging her not to eat anymore. ''Fine, come on there is a bath waiting for you'' she informs you and you simply nod and slowly make your way out of bed. Midway to the bathroom, you realize how severe the nauseous feeling has been and you hold onto the wall to balance for a moment before you feel a hand on your back. ''I'm right by your side'' you hear Wilhemina's voice behind you and it sends a warm, comfortable fuzzy feeling through your body, reminding you that you aren't alone in this and that your girlfriend has got your back, literally.

You manage to find your way to the bathroom, with the support of Wilhemina's hand on your back and even though it takes you a while, you manage to sit in the bath and let the warm water soothe your skin and tired muscles. ''Do you think you will be okay in here for a bit?'' Wilhemina asks and you simply nod, feeling sleepy and relaxed at the same time. As your partner, walks back in the bedroom to prepare you for the night ahead and her own night which will probably result in no sleep and a lot of worrying over you, you sink a little further into the bath, confusing the bathtub with your own bed for a moment as you feel a little too comfortable.

''Little one are you-'' Wilhemina enters the bathroom, only to find you in the bath, asleep, your head resting on the purple little pillow she had bought a while ago and attached it to the bath. She frowns at the sight for a moment, before her features change as she realizes, this time she is going to have to wake you up, as there is no way her back condition will allow her to simply lift you out of the bath and carry you to bed, as much as she would like to do that. The usual strong woman fights some of her own tears back both at your state but also the painful reminder of her scoliosis.

Slowly you wake up, as you feel some water on your head and a hand washing out some shampoo, combined with a few muffled words that you can't quite understand yet, only just having woken up from your little slumber. ''Little one, wake up we have got to get you out of here'' you hear Mina's voice. You blink a few times, dumbfounded at the fact you are in the bath, not remembering much but feeling that your body is already feeling more relaxed than waking up earlier from your first slumber. ''Mina, what are you doing?'' you question as you realize she is bending awkwardly to wash your hair out and free it from the bubbles of shampoo. Quickly you sit up and free her from the uncomfortable position. ''Come on let's get you out'' she says and with all the strength you have left, you prop yourself up and exit the bath. Soon your skin comes into contact with a warm towel provided by Wilhemina.

You enjoy the feeling for a moment, before slowly getting changed into your pajamas and following your partner back to the bedroom. At this point, the medication has already freed you from most of your pain but your body still feels exhausted, so you quickly lie down in bed and pull the blanket closer, shivering slightly from the cool sensation of the air on your legs. Wilhemina returns to the bedroom, moments later in her purple nightgown, her hair falling loosely now and you admire your girlfriend for a moment, never quite able to believe how lucky you truly are and also always finding yourself taken back by her beauty, after years of being with each other.

The redhead approaches her side of the bed, book in hand as usual but for a change abandoning it on her night table, resting her cane in her usual spot, and carefully sitting down while leaning her back against the headboard of the bed. ''Come here'' she instructs, opening her arms and freeing her lap for you to rest your head in. Usually, she would do this after you had a long day at work, Wilhemina being able to tell instantly what an awful day you must have had and how it exhausted you both mentally and physically.

Reluctantly, you move your tired head onto her lap, still worried deep down about the conversation that is yet to be held and her true feelings about this. You had lied to her, hidden the truth from her and even though the redhead had often done the same, it felt different to you, like a betrayal. Your eyes close as soon as you feel her hands come into contact with your head, her fingers running through your hair gently and momentarily numbing the pain you are in. The smell of lavender sends you in a little dreamlike state as your partner just did a small evening routine instead of the usual, more bothered about making sure you are safe and feeling alright.

''Is that the hand cream?'' you mumble, starting to feel sleepy already as your whole body is ready to forget about today, the medication soothing your tired muscles and keeping your temperature at bay. ''It is little one'' Wilhemina whispers, smiling a little and relieved that you are still somewhat in a clear headspace as you remembered the lavender hand cream you had bought her before. She strokes your hair, untangling some knots gently with her fingertips as there was no time to brush your hair, the idea of the comfortable bed too convincing.

''Are you feeling alright, my darling?'' she asks, noticing how you are already on the verge of falling asleep. ''Hm Mh'' you mumble, as you slowly start falling asleep, despite trying to fight to stay awake to be in your partner's embrace and feel her safety and the warmth she radiates onto you, just a moment longer. She frowns, hating to see you pushing yourself so hard and her not being able to do anything about it, the state you are in now only the result of pushing yourself over the past few days.

''You need to stop being so hard on yourself and pushing'' she warns, knowing deep down you aren't fully aware of her words anymore as you fall into a slumber. ''I just want you to be safe and healthy'' she carries on, holding you in her arms, as if she was trying to shield you from the outside world and things that might be thrown across your way, including yourself. As soon as the redhead hears your little snores, she smiles a little, happy you are at least getting some more rest in her arms and at the same time glad, she is able to protect you now, knowing tomorrow is another day to come to have an actual conversation about this. She averts her gaze, and she is met with the mirror on the other side of the room, seeing you asleep on her lap and for a moment the woman, usually so hard on herself crumbles for a second as tears stream down her cheeks.

She remembers the moments in her younger years or even to this day, where she kept pushing and listening to her parents or the ugly voices in her head, telling her she isn't deserving to take breaks or look after herself. As she sees you safe and sound in her arms she can't help but feel gratitude, that you had walked into her life a while ago, knowing that you both have each other now. At this moment as she watches your tired body, chest rising and falling with each breath, she promises herself to never let you push this much again and to get you to take care of yourself, fully aware it won't be easy as she struggles with those things herself.

''Everything will be okay, I'm here little one you are safe'' she whispers, reassuring you again that you aren't alone in this and that she will be by your side. After watching you for a few seconds longer, she carefully reaches for her book, opening it and keeping herself occupied while she is determined to stay awake, not caring about sleep herself as she feels the need to stay with you and be there for you in case you wake up and need the redhead.

As she opens her book, now occupied by it, you are already asleep, your body slowly healing from today, both a mix of medication, rest but also the tender care, love, and affection Wilhemina has shown you since arriving back home and continues showing, as one of her hands is still rubbing soothing circles on your head, occasionally checking your forehead for a temperature.

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writefightandflightclub · 3 years

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End of the line (Santiago Garcia x GN! reader)

@autumnleaves1991-blog runs a fantasic # Writer Wednesday, and this week’s photo prompt sparked a lil idea! Of course I’m a day late, please forgive. The prompt is the photo below, and my response is a rather angsty Triple Frontier one-shot. This is different to my usual takes, so I’m so grateful for the prompt!

Summary: you are reaching the end of the line, and there’s only one person you want to pick up the phone to.

Word count: 2.4k, somehow

Rating: mature for themes of violence (18+ only)

Warnings: theme of reader being pursued / targeted; ongoing mentions of guns / gun violence (not graphic); reader injuries (not graphic); themes of character death; angst; vague mentions of past wrongdoing / implied illicit activities; theme of former lovers.

You run your fingers over your scathed knuckles and the bruises on your hands, flexing and opening your fingers and trying to work out niggles in your wrist that you doubt will ever truly leave you. You wince as the motion tugs on a spot which is particularly stiff, and a pain zips all the way up your forearm.

Your only consolation is that the other guy fared far worse.

Undoing all your attempts to unknot your taut muscles, your fists clench again as you hear the door to the dingy motel bar swing open to your right. Your head whips towards the newly-arrived patron and you tense, your hand twitching against the weapon concealed in your jacket. As it becomes clear the new arrival is an old, inebriated local and not a threat, you relax a shade; though not all the way.

You barely remember the last time you fully relaxed. You wish you could shake this state of hyper-vigilance. Eyes constantly sweeping the perimeter. Clocking every open-carry tucked into a belt, scoping every exit route, monitoring every micro-gesture and expression. But one slip now and it will cost you.

You bounce your leg under the table, filled with an onslaught of sadness that you can’t even enjoy a cup of coffee without the looming fear of retribution. Still, you are safe enough here for now, you assess. For at least one more night. At least, you hope. Certainty is a thing long-dead, just like your old life.

Your eyes flick out through the scummy window, reaching across the lot to the stretch of motel illuminated to your left. Not that there’s much to look at out there -snow and vehicles and the shitty exterior- but you are not looking at those things, after all. Your study is far more careful. You’ve been sat here long enough though to be sure that no-one is casing your room. No suspicious vehicles or individuals; at least - there are plenty of suspicious individuals, but none whom seem to have followed you here.

So, you allow yourself to shed one layer of worry, and you give your gaze permission to wander back to the only other thing you can see out there. The ominous looking phone box, stood directly in the path between your table and the window to your motel room. It glows in the dark like an illuminated angel, though you are not sure whether this signals it is a guardian or a traitor. Angels can be fickle things too.

Either way, the booth taunts you, like some dark harbinger or sentinel from a horror film, and, each time your eyes flick back to it, it seems to loom more prominent - even if that’s only because of the single, related thought which swells to the forefront of your mind.

Call him. It’s time to call him.

You promised yourself you would only call him as a last resort. If you had no other options remaining. If you were at the end of the line.

A nausea rolls in the pit of you when you realise that might be true. After so long on the run, you’ve called in every favour you were owed, exploited every scrap of intel you could, manipulated or paid-off every asset you could find to help you... And now there is no-one else left. No-one else left who owes you a favour. There is only the man who had once promised you he would always have your six. There is only the last person you want to ask for help, and the first person you want to see.

Santiago Garcia.

Your nausea turns to aching despair, and you wrap your hands around your cup of shitty coffee, reaching for some vestige of warmth, however faint. And yet, like everything else, it offers you little comfort. Indeed, you have lived without comfort for so long that you tell yourself you don’t need it, but as soon as memories of him flood you, you ache for the distant comfort of his arms.

Arms which will never encircle you again, you’re sure. Not since you’d been forced to compromise every ideal you’d once shared with the solider. Still, that was back in the days when things seemed a lot more black and white. When you still believed in good people and untarnished souls. When he still believed in you.

Your eyes flick once again to the boxy, mocking angel in the parking lot. Now you are sure it is fallen, and that it has come to drag you to hell.

Still, hell would be a relief, you think, compared to this. Compared to this vestige of a life.

Call him. It’s the end of the line.

You bounce your leg more furiously, your muscles tensing so hard they cramp as you think about the prospect. You used to carry his number on a little slip of paper in your top pocket. You’d long since memorised it, but it was the last thing he gave you - you suppose that’s why you couldn’t throw it away. Why you subconsciously kept it close to your heart.

If you ever needed him, he would be there. You knew it. Maybe you should have called him long ago, when things first went south. When you first pissed off the kinda man it wasn’t desirable to piss off. Maybe you would have, but then one thing after another kept happening, and the slow descent into hell began, one compromise and one mistake at a time. So, you called in every other favour rather than face him. Rather than having to explain how you’d let him down - become someone he could no longer believe in. Like a fallen angel.

Now, years had gone by.

Years on the run. Years of hyper-vigilance. Years that had taken their toll.

Now, you’re out of options. Out of money. Out of favours. You’re even out of burner phones until you can hitch a lift to the next town over.

So, the glowing phone box almost sings to you, as if it’s a siren luring you on to the rocks. As if it’s a magical item in a computer game and if you step into its circle of light you can have a new life. You can reset everything. Return to a prior save point.

You know exactly where you would go, if you could. Back to the last time your remember where you didn’t feel so alone. The last time you felt comfort.

You fumble some over-spilling tears from your cheeks and stand, pushing the chair back across the floor behind you with a harsh scrape. Then, with a soft smile to the barkeep you return your mug to the bar-top, to save her from having to clear up. You wonder then. You can’t help but wonder like you do every time. If she’ll be the last person to see you alive will she at least say, to who ever shows up looking, that you seemed kind?

She gives you a small smile and you hang on to this vestige of warmth too, wishing you could pocket it for later for when you inevitably feel so empty and so cold. If only you could have stored up warmth, you would have more than enough to thaw you. There was a time when you had an abundance, after all. Enough to carry you through the longest of winters.

Your face drops as you tread out, winding your scarf around your neck and your boots puncturing the fresh, powdery snow.

Would anyone who mattered even show up looking? you ponder. Is there anyone left who would remember all the things you were before all this? Before you were a cold, lost thing?

There may be one person left.

Your eyes patrol the lot around you, an automatic sweep for threats, and, seeing nothing of note, you track determinedly towards the phone box, tears near-freezing on your cheeks.

You pick up the receiver and you punch in that number you have memorised, your eyes closing and your other hand bracing itself against the scratched and cigarette-burn puckered surface. You don’t even know if it will ring, or if he will still be at this address, but you do know that your knees will buckle either way. With relief if he does, and hopelessness if he doesn’t.

The line clacks as the number connects, and you grip the receiver hard enough that a day-old wound on your knuckle splits, but you can scarce care. Instead you simply hold your breath as the phone rings once, twice, three times...

Your stomach lurches as the ringing stops.

“Santiago? Santiago Garcia?” you ask, hoarsely, tugging on the coiled phone wire so hard as you wind it around your fingers that you are close to breaking it.

“This is Mrs. Garcia. Can I help you?” a woman’s voice responds.

You want to dry heave. Your heart drops to your stomach.

“You’re his wife?” you ask, the question like a poison barb on your tongue.

“Yes, who’s speaking, please? Can I take a message?”

All this time, you had been the only one alone, it seems. You should be glad for him, but you are too sad for yourself to muster it.

You hesitate. You can’t say who’s calling. You can’t risk it. However, while he may not be at the end of the line, you are. This might be the last chance you get to say your piece.

You have to think on your feet, but that’s become second-nature for you. You haven’t enjoyed the luxury of plans or hopes or dreams for some time now.

You begin. Your voice is choked up.

“Just tell him... Tell him to remember me the way I was in Massachusetts. Tell him I’ve never been happier than then. Tell him not to worry. I won’t cash in that favour, but he’s already done enough.”

He has. He’s given you the strength to make it this far, even if he didn’t know it.

“Who is this?” his wife presses, her tone sharp.

You can’t say, but he’ll know. He’ll know - if he remembers you. Your eyes mist over with tears, and your chest tightens, emotion stealing the air from your lungs.

“Can you just tell him that? Please?” you beg, having been strong for so long and finally collapsing in on yourself, a desperate plea imbuing your voice.

Still, you don’t even wait for an answer before slamming the phone back down on its hook -can’t bear to hear her say no. Instead you surge towards your hotel room, sobs wracking your chest as you realise the cold hard facts. Now, you are truly on the run without any semblance of home to return to, even if you could ever stop. He did not wait for you.

So, you cry, even as you peel off your clothes from your pained body, leaning into the stream of luke-warm water in the motel shower. Water which may rinse the blood and grime from the surface of your skin but has no hope of washing the blood from your hands, or wiping the red from your ledger.

Nothing ever could.

Then, you lie alone in bed, your sleeping bag and liner protecting you from the motel bed covers, at least. You stare up blankly at the ceiling, and, as you often do, you try to pinpoint where it all went wrong. You try to rewrite history. You try to imagine all the ways in which things could have worked out.

As always, with certainty, you can say exactly when and where it all went to shit. And, as always, you wish that you could take it back.

You loll your head against the pillow, watching shadows dance through your curtains as snow falls past the glow of that ugly, beautiful phone box. It was a guardian after all, you think, if Santi got to know that you still think of him. That even now you can’t let him go.

Always. Until the end.

Then, your whole body jolts in shock as the phone begins to ring - a loud, shrill insistent noise sounding out into the night, setting off a dog barking across the way, and a baby crying through the paper thin walls to your left.

It couldn’t be? Could it? It couldn’t be for you?

Still, you have to know, and so, you scramble into your snow boots and dash into the brisk night, grappling to lift the phone from its receiver before it rings out, your breath a white cloud of exertion before you.

And, at the same time that you connect to the caller, you spot the second harbinger. You see the shadowed figure there, approaching you from across the lot. You see the outline of a gun in their hand, and their trench billowing around their shins as they maintain a steady pace towards you.

You have nowhere left to run. This is the end of the line. You know it in the depths of you.

So, you simply flatten your back to the phone box, facing your assailant.

You simply close your eyes, willing everything else to disappear as an unmistakeably familiar voice filters through the speaker into your ear. You grip the receiver tightly with both hands.

Santiago Garcia says your name. Your real name. Not one of many aliases you’ve had to assume, painting lies over your existence. He says your real name -one you haven’t heard spoken in so long- and your bottom lip begins to tremble. “Honey, is that you?”

You smile, tears of joy cascading down your face as his simple words stoke more warmth than you have felt in so long. Even as the cold bites at your skin. Even as you hear the continued crunch of footsteps in the snow. Even as you hear a gun cock, mere feet from your body.

Hearing his voice, you think your knees may buckle in relief regardless.

“Hey, old friend,” you say fondly, through an inexplicable, watery smile. And, despite the situation, you feel happy, for the first time in a long while. Bizarre as it is, you are finally able to relax all the way.

Will he remember me as kind, at least?

You grip the phone even more tightly as Santi’s voice surges, coming at you with a million urgent questions. You let them flow through you, and then they are gone, just as easily. You know you will not be afforded the chance to answer even one. So, you say something else instead.

“Remember me, okay?” you breathe. “Remember how I loved you. And I did, Santiago. Right until the end of the line.”

You hope that he will. You can only hope that when the stories and lies and secrets and compromises come out, that he will remember you the way you were in Massachusetts. Before things started to unravel. Before you went on the run.

And, as your eyes screw themelsleves tightly shut, and you brace yourself for what is inevitably coming, you don’t think of him as he is now. Someone distant. Someone who doesn’t belong to you. Someone at the end of the line. You don’t think of yourself that way either.

You remember him the way he was in Massachusetts.

You hope dearly, that he will think of you that way too.

You finally feel warm.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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Happiest Birthday on Earth–Zac Efron

Dedicated to porincess123 Happy Birthday!

I ran my fingers through my hair, struggling to stop myself from being overwhelmed and bursting into tears. With all the deadlines and pressure my boss was putting on me, I felt like I could barely keep my head above water.

"Y/N? You home?" I heard Zac call out as he walked in.

"I'm up here," I said shakily.

Zac and I have been dating for almost five years. We moved in together after our two-year anniversary. He's been a constant support to me, the same way I've been one to him.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said as he walked into our room. "How was work?"

His question slightly dropped when I looked up at him, struggling to hold back my tears.

"What's wrong?" He asked, instantly coming to my side. He knelt down and ran his fingers through my hair. "Y/N, what's wrong, darling?"

"I can't do this," I said, my voice breaking. "I feel like I'm suffocating with all this work. And I can't do anything about it! We've barely seen each other the last few months and I feel like it's all my fault."

"It's not," he instantly corrected me. "We both have jobs that ask a lot of us. I am just as much to blame."

I shook my head, the tears I've been fighting for over an hour finally starting to stream down my face. Zac reached up and gently caught a tear with his thumb. He sat forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. The kiss was soft, simple, and to the point. When he broke the kiss, he sat back.

"What you need is a break," he whispered. "And what better weekend for a break than your birthday?"

"If only," I said, my voice breaking.

"I got you one."

I looked at him, opening and closing my mouth with no words coming out. "How?" I stuttered, finally finding my voice.

"I called your boss and asked for a long weekend," he explained simply.

"That worked?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Kind of hard to say no when I didn't give him a choice," he chuckled.

"Zac," I sighed, shaking my head. "Mr. Jensen won't allow me to just leave for a long weekend. He doesn't care if it's my birthday. I barely even have a weekend. How did you get him to agree?"

"It was actually pretty simple," he shrugged. "All I had to do was mention that it was illegal for him to be working you as hard as has been."

"You threatened him?" I asked, my voice breaking. He reached up and cupped a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek.

"Of course I did," he whispered. "He's working you to death, Y/N. The least he could do is let your boyfriend take you away for a nice, long, relaxing weekend."

"I can't believe you talked to my boss and got me a long weekend," I whispered. Zac just smiled as he leaned in and pressed his lips delicately to mine. When he broke the kiss, he had a playful smirk on his face.

"Guess where we're going."

* * * * *

"I can't believe you brought me to Disney World," I chuckled as we walked through the front gates.

Zac reached over and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. He pulled me into his side and kissed my cheek.

"Happy birthday, baby."

We went throughout the day, going on all of our favorite rides. Zac was being overly 'boyfriend-y". He's usually very loving and caring, but it was like being at DisneyWorld threw him into overdrive.

I yawned and stretched as we sat and took a lunch break. Zac was devouring his sandwich as I slowly ate my salad.

"You okay?" Zac asked with his mouth full.

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat. "I feel pathetic."

"What?" He asked as he swallowed his food. "Why would you be. . ."

"I just meant," I said quickly, "it's only one o'clock and I'm already exhausted. Can we take a break? Maybe go back to the hotel? Take a nap? Recharge before coming back later?"

"Of course. But. . ." He hesitated.

"What?"

"Can we go to one more place, one more picture before we head back to the hotel?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

We finished our lunch and started walking through the parks. I wasn't sure where we were going, but Zac seemed to have a specific place he wanted to go. And he wasn't telling me anything.

"Cinderella's Castle?" I asked when we finally stopped in the middle of the park.

"Yeah," he said, oddly starting to get nervous. "I just thought. . . Maybe we could. . . Every couple that comes here, takes a picture in front of the castle."

"Very true," I chuckled. "Let's go."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to the castle. I looked around and found someone nearby.

"Hi," I greeted. "Would you mind taking a picture for us?"

"No problem," the older woman said. I handed her my phone and walked back over to Zac.

"Do you guys want just you two or the whole castle?" The woman asked.

I laughed at her question and started to turn towards Zac to get his opinion. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw Zac wasn't standing next to me. He was kneeling in front of me on one knee.

"What are you doing?" I asked under my breath. Tears filled my eyes as he reached forward and grabbed my left hand.

"I've been thinking about doing this for a long time," he started. "Both of our work schedules have been crazy and I knew I wanted to do something special for your birthday. While I was racking my brain for ideas on what we could do for your birthday, I remembered that you've always wanted to come to Disney World. Then it all fell together."

He cleared his throat, slightly laughing as he shook his head. "I'm sorry," he chuckled. "I'm rambling. I actually decided to propose to you like a year ago. Every night, I'd run through what I would say. Every time I came up with something, it didn't seem like enough. And now, I'm kneeling in front of you, at DisneyWorld and my mind won't stop racing."

He stopped talking and took a shaky breath as he looked down and pulled a little black box out of his pocket. When he looked back up at me, the look in his eyes was soft. When he started his speech again, there was no nervousness in his voice.

"Before I met you, I had never met anyone like you. I've never connected with anyone as quickly or as deeply as I did with you. You're my best friend, my partner, my support, my everything. I can't imagine my life without you, and I don't want to. I love you, Y/N. I've loved you since our first date and I plan to love you until our last. I want to spend every day of my life with you because one day without you is the worst day of my life."

Tears officially started streaming down my face as he let go of my hand and opened the black ring box. I covered my mouth when I saw the ring he picked out.

All I could think was that it's perfect. We've never talked about rings or diamonds but he was able to pick out the perfect ring for me.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

I slowly pulled my hands away from my mouth, tears continuing to stream down my face.

"Yes," I said, my voice breaking. "Yes, I'll marry you."

Zac let out a relieved laugh as he stood up and instantly pulled me into his chest, pressing his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss as a few people around us applauded. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too."

I smiled, my cheeks burning when he looked down and grabbed the ring out of the box. I bit my bottom lip and watched as he slipped the ring onto my finger.

"Perfect fit," he whispered. He looked up at me with nothing but love in his eyes.

We were about to lean in and kiss each other again but we got interrupted by a hesitant voice.

"Excuse me?"

We looked over to see the older woman still holding my phone. "Congratulations, you two. Would you like another picture?"

"Yes," Zac chuckled.

We couldn't stop smiling even if we wanted to as we took a few more pictures. We thanked the woman but didn't step away from each other. We remained close to each other as we scrolled through the pictures she took.

The woman was able to get pictures as Zac was kneeling down without me knowing, me turning and seeing him, a few during his speech, one where I am clearly saying yes, the kiss after, and even a picture of him slipping the ring on my finger.

I felt Zac looking at me as I continued to scroll through the pictures. I tried to ignore the smirk on his face as I subconsciously picked out a picture for our announcement. I sucked in a breath, holding in a moan when he leaned down and kissed my neck.

"Zac," I stuttered as his lips moved up my neck.

"Do you still want to go back to the hotel?" He whispered.

"More than I did before."

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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A lesson in Recollection (Don Giorno x Wife! Reader)

An awesome request from a nonnie mouse, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks so much for requesting my sweet 💕💜😘💭🐞

TW: brief descriptions of injuries, anxiety and hospitals

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The beeps and hisses of the medical equipment were the only sounds that could be heard in your hospital room. Next to your bed sat your husband, jaw squared off, mouth clenched shut trying to contain his rage. His usually immaculate appearance was disheveled as he clutched your delicate hand against his lips.

He blamed himself for the position you were in by default, a husband was supposed to love and protect, the convention is built into the vows themselves. In reality though, the attack had happened so fast and so suddenly that nobody would have been able to preempt it. None of that mattered now… even though the offenders were severely dealt with, your condition was still the same. It had been a week, and you were still asleep. Your superficial injuries were taken care of by Giorno, but still you wouldn’t wake up. Numerous scans and brain activity tests revealed some swelling in your brain which was slowly subsiding, he simply had to be patient and wait for you to open your eyes again… and fortunately for him, it happened… unfortunately, you stared at him blankly, unable to put a name to his handsome, crestfallen face.

“Tesoro, it’s me… Giorno… your husband,”

“Tesoro? What’s that? I’m… married? I… I don’t feel so good,” you whispered, unable to find your voice after being unconscious for so long.

“Okay, okay amore, I’m getting your doctor, please hang on for me,”

You looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, at the towering blond man scrambling around with all the white coats, you tried to push yourself up to join the conversation happening just above your head, but your physical strength was virtually nonexistent.

You were given a few days to physically recuperate, being subjected to test upon test to make sure that there was no other underlying cause for your loss of memory. The man who called himself your husband came to see you every day, bringing your favorite flowers, drinks, foods and scents with him in an attempt to help your memory recover. Even though you couldn’t remember him, you felt a sense of peace when you were around him, as if his soul was trying to connect on a subconscious level with your own. He was the only one who was able to talk you down from your bouts of anxiety, or the nightmares that sometimes plagued you. You figured he must have loved you immensely with all the effort he put into trying to get you to remember him.

“Your wife has retrograde amnesia, Mr. Giovanna. Fortunately, the swelling has subsided and her intracranial pressure has managed to consistently remain within normal levels, which is why I’m clearing her to go home. If there is any change in her condition or level of consciousness though, bring her back immediately. The road is a long one, Mr. Giovanna, there are no guarantees that her memories will return, but I have confidence that with the right care, she will be able to recover steadily.” Your doctor spoke honestly, not wanting to create unrealistic expectations, what he didn’t know was that Giorno was the type of person who always achieved whatever he had put his mind to- and right now, he was only concerned with making sure you would come out of this as unscathed as possible. Knowing that you would need all of his attention in the near future, he enlisted the help of his underboss and consigliere to help him run the organization remotely without having anyone privy to what he was actually doing. Both Mista and Fugo willingly obliged, wanting nothing than for you to make a full recovery.

“Thank you doctor, I’ll keep a close eye on her,” Giorno was relieved you were well enough to return home, the villa was painfully quiet and empty without you and he was certain that being in your sanctuary would help you remember your life with him. Looking at you sitting with your legs swinging off the side of your hospital bed and a faraway look in your eyes, you appeared so fragile and innocent.

“Good morning beautiful, how are you feeling today?” you turned to face him with a soft smile.

“Good morning Giorno, I’m okay thanks, and you?” the tender way in which you addressed him, being concerned for his well-being warmed his heart, whether you remembered him or not, you were still you… he was still yours as much as you were his.

“I’m much better now that I’m taking you home, shall we leave my love?”

“I’m ready, let’s go,”

Your doting husband helped you off the bed and took your things, you didn’t want to be wheeled out on the wheelchair, so you both walked out to the luxury car waiting for you. You didn’t expect there to be a driver, or a guard escorting you both… what does he do as job to be able to afford all this you mused. Come to think of it, you didn’t really know what your job was either… you decided to leave those questions for later. The entire drive home, you looked out of the window, the route home was unfamiliar, the imposing villa you were driven up to didn’t even feel real.

“Welcome home my love. Come, let’s get you settled in,”

“We live here? What exactly do we do?” your voice was imbued with curiosity.

“Well, I run a large, multidivisional organization, you are in charge of handing our philanthropic ventures, I’ll explain more later on… are you okay to walk up the stairs? In fact, never mind,” he said as he lifted you off the ground and carried you up the stairs despite your reassurances that you were fine. You looked at the beautifully decorated home, pictures of you both tastefully dotted throughout the hall way. Looking at his gorgeous angled face, you wondered how you both met and fell in love.

“This is our room bella, would you like to take a nap?”

“Gio, I’m fine… sorry, it just slipped out, do you mind if I call you Gio? It just sounds… right,”

“Of course bella, I’d prefer that. Ah! You must be hungry, all those days just eating hospital food… what would you like eat? Our chef will make anything you want, everyone has missed you here, so they’re all pretty excited you’re back home,”

“Really? I’d like to meet everyone later… if they’re not busy,”

“Okay my love,” said Giorno as he went into his closet to fetch something more casual to wear, choosing a simple V-neck t-shirt and jeans, shaking out his hair from its usual style, and leaving it unbound about his shoulders. He walked out to find you sitting at your vanity, looking at the products and the baubles, lifting up your favorite hairbrush and examining its engravings. He walked towards you, and took his place behind you, lifting your hair off your shoulders and bringing it to the back, he took the ornate brush from your grasp and began to gently brush your hair. Your injuries were well healed by now, but Giorno was still extremely careful.

“How does this feel? I’m not hurting you am I?

“No, it feels really nice actually… Gio… would you tell me how we met? Like, what’s our story? I see all the pictures around and we look so happy,”

“We were happy, bella, we still are, we’ll get back what was lost and create even better memories on the way… we met 10 years ago, we were just stupid ambitious kids back then, both 15 years old with heads full of dreams. I won’t go into detail, but we had very… unique occupations and abilities. We’ve been through a lot together, and rebuilt this organization from the ground up. We’ve been together as a couple for seven years and married for the past two,”

“Sounds like quite a journey for a pair as young as us… and now there’s this… I’m sorry, I’m sure you didn’t imagine something like this would happen,” the apologetic quality of your voice saddened Giorno, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like this was your fault.

“We have fought against worse my love, and just like that we’ll handle this together… come, no sad faces now,” said Giorno as he braided some flowers into your hair.

“Wow, you’re good at this… where did you get the flowers from, you didn’t move an inch?” you asked, admiring his handiwork.

With a smile he replied that he’ll show you a bit later on, which you accepted. The rest of day was spent by talking about some of the interesting things that had happened to you both in the past. Being wary of overwhelming you, Giorno didn’t go into great detail about the more tragic experiences. When it came time for you to sleep, he suggested he sleep in one of the guest rooms if you felt uncomfortable, but you asked him to stay with you, feeling guilty that you were the reason he felt like he had to behave like a guest in his own home.

As you got more comfortable, and built up your strength with your recovery, Giorno slowly started reintegrating you back into your old routine, as difficult as it was, you had made great strides in re-learning key bits of information. Your mental fortitude had constantly reminded your husband exactly why he had fallen in love with you, the least he could do with your trying so hard, was to match your effort, working tirelessly with you on the exercises that your therapist suggested, recreating pivotal events so you could experience some semblance of what you would have when it initially occurred, and most importantly, being the support you needed when things became overwhelming.

Slowly you were reintroduced to Mista, Fugo and Trish, reestablishing the friendships almost immediately. You were grateful for the wonderful people who surrounded you, from the staff at the villa to Giorno’s closest associates who constantly sought to aid in your recovery. Most of all though, you were grateful for Giorno, you were aware of how much he had done and continues to do to aid you. While you were cognizant of everything you had been through together, having regained most of your memory through your combined efforts, what had remained altered though, was how you felt about Giorno, this whole experience solidifying your bond even more than you thought possible, it had just reaffirmed that you both would be able to overcome even the most dire of situations if you handled it together.

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flickeringart · 3 years

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Further exploration...

I used this chart when going over the implications of the inner planetary placements (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus and Mars) and their aspects. You can find the post here.

I thought I’d move spontaneously with my own train of thought as it applies to this chart in order to explore it a bit more.

This person is pleasant but private. She’s definitely guarded, as would be expected with Pluto in the 1st, not in a way Saturnian way of being walled off, but in an observant and quiet way of attempting to assess the situation. She would appear to be tolerant and open minded, albeit careful with how she expresses herself, what she reveals and how other people respond (Pluto square Venus). There’s definite optimism but with reserve and caution. Her chart ruler, Jupiter, is in the 8th house of the subconscious and intimate relationships. It would seem as if she’s in for some fated discoveries and adventures, a search for meaning through the depths of the human psyche. It would be safe to assume that wisdom is to be derived from confrontations with the unknown and deeper dimensions of the human existence. In a sense, both the Pluto in the 1st in Sagittarius and Jupiter in Virgo in the 8th points to a brave explorer that is destined to benefit from getting familiar with the best and the worst of human nature. Her confidence and expansion won’t come through anything superficial, bravery is required to remain curious when faced with the intensity of life. As it happens, Jupiter squares Pluto, which not only indicates a link between the principals of unconscious forces and expansion, but a tense link at that. The survival complex might drive her to jump at every opportunity to be more, learn more and see more of what is hidden from view. “What if I don’t become everything I could be?” is the paranoia of this kind of dynamic. This aspect stimulates action, a pressing need to uncover the truth, to soar higher through diving deeper. There might be great fear fueling the drive to make things happen, causing overextension and inflation. A Sagittarius Ascendant always meets life with boldness and optimism for better or for worse. One can’t miss an opportunity to see what lies beyond the horizon, or in this case, beyond the surface layers of reality!

The Sun, representative of the center of the personality, is inconjunct Jupiter and sextile Pluto, which further confirm the theme of expansion and inner subconscious forces in this person’s life. Sun sextile Pluto implies that there are resources of strength that can be used if necessary. She is probably aware of the power she can wield in terms of resilience, focus and dedication. There’s perseverance and stamina to the personality, without it being compulsive. Sun inconjunct Jupiter is a more ambivalent dynamic. Sometimes, the optimism and general faith seem to be present, at other times she might feel the need to reconsider her perspective and ideas in order to get back on track. Nuance should be considered before setting out on quests and careful deliberation is called for. This is especially true since Jupiter is in Virgo, the analytical earth sign. Modesty, moderation and detailed organization are likely to be skills that bring rewards. It’s not wise to overdo anything and to blindly go for things though– in the case of the inconjunct aspect, things could work out sometimes and sometimes not, which is why discernment is called for. The Sun is in Aquarius, which means that this person is civil and respectful in her personality but also very attached to her own intellectual autonomy and freedom. Aquarians are always friendly and interested in others but never at the expense of their own vision. Aquarius is a fixed sign and won’t except that other people have a sounder mind than they have. Beyond a certain point there’s no room for compromise or deliberation – they like to keep their personal universe intact – even if it’s completely different from everyone else’s. In order for the personality to work well with the abundance of Jupiter in Virgo, she should attempt to be a little more flexible and open to questioning her own fixed mental stance on certain topics. It’s possible to remain in integrity while adjusting certain perceptions and reap the rewards that exploration brings.

Continuing on with the Sun, it forms a conjunction with Neptune, which means that the personality goes hand in hand with the archetypal redeemer, sacrificial victim and artist. There’s softness to this person, passivity and an air of otherworldliness perhaps. In more negative terms, the person might have a personality that exhibits the “holier than thou” attitude. This person can be whatever she likes to be because the identity is not very defined. Yet, she definitely lives in the real world and is keen on materializing the dream, to find herself through her capacity to be potent in the real world (Sun in the 2nd house). The famous painter Frida Kahlo had Sun conjunct Neptune, albeit in Cancer in the 11th house, which indicates a more sensitive and feeling based personality that expressed though art – in the sphere of the collective matters, ideas and change. In the case of this person and this chart, there’s also awareness and emphasis on collective movement and how it affects identity, seeing as the conjunction sits in Aquarius. Self-actualization and individual purpose won’t be found in the sphere of the collective however, it will be found through developing personal control and potency in the real world of material possessions. It’s likely that the person is unaware that the sense of self is tied up with the Neptunian ideal of redemption – conjunct planets usually let us assume that everyone else is the same way – perfectly imperfect, abstract and fluid. Neptune is not very comfortable in the 2nd, being a transcendent principle in a primordial sphere of life. There’s a big risk that when money or possessions are lost that the identity follows down the drain – and painful disillusionment and disappointment instills. Uranus, the Sun ruler, is in Pisces, with further confirms the theme of universal love and collective identity tied to potency in the physical world.

As far as career and work goes, there are a couple of pieces that conspire to make up a certain picture. The ruler of the 10th house of career is Libra, although containing a good bit of Scorpio as well. Venus, the ruler of Libra is in Pisces in the 3rd house of communication, Neptune, the ruler of Pisces conjuncts the Sun in the 2nd. The ruler of the 6th house of work and employment is Gemini, with the ruler Mercury in Capricorn in the 2nd house. Without following the trail any further it’s obvious that there’s a theme of aestheticism and refinement (Libra and Venus) tied up with the redemptive artistic dream (Neptune and Pisces). There’s also interaction, communication and intellectual creativity (Gemini) tied up with material assets (Mercury in the 2nd). Not to mention, Mercury sextiles Venus - a definite indicator of someone who has great writing and communicative skills. There’s a big chance that anything from artistry, writing, sharing, interacting and helping people could be in the cards for this person. As noted, Libra might be the ruler of the 10th but Scorpio also has a presence in the sphere of career matters. In fact, Venus, the ruler of Libra squares Pluto, the ruler of Scorpio. The Venus principle of beauty, love and sophistication makes a tense connection to Pluto, the primitive force, destroyer and transformer. This person might go through power struggles in love and relationships, attempting to control how one is perceived, using subtle dominance tactics to enforce a certain impression. Sociability and charm characterizes the public image as well as privacy, secrecy and guardedness.

Let’s look at relationships, needs and emotions a little bit closer. There are a few things worth exploring, Venus (the sense of beauty and harmony), the 7th house of other people and partnerships, the 8th house of intimacy, death and transformation and the Moon (emotional and physical needs). Since Venus has been touched upon already, let’s look to the 7th house. Gemini is the ruler but Cancer takes up a lot of space as well. The person would seek mental stimulation and interaction through other people, learning and exchange of information. The 7th house is the sphere of life in which the person has to adjust, seek equilibrium and cooperation through the signs occupying the house. Gemini is good at seeing both sides, adapting and playing parts for the fun of it. Cancer is good at sensing the atmosphere and avoiding direct confrontation in order to create safety. The person might encounter struggle and work when tapping into the emotional requirements of being in a relationship, seeing as Saturn is placed here. It would take deliberate striving and concentration in order to achieve some kind of emotional well-being. Since planets in the 7th are easily projected, the person might think other people are walled off, rigid and defensive of vulnerability when in fact it’s a reflection of oneself. The person might have difficulty relating to others on an emotional – physical level, admitting to her instinctual needs and allowing herself to be nurtured and cared for. The Moon, the ruler of Cancer is in Leo in the 8th, quite hidden and brooding underneath the conscious surface. A Leo Moon wants to shine, to be seen and appreciated, but in this case, it lives this out in secret, behind closed doors and through intimate bonds. It’s a powerful Moon, trining both Mars (the personal aggressive drive) and Pluto (the inner emotional forces). Emotionally, this person would be quite demanding, insisting on getting her way. Interestingly, the Moon is also part of a yod figuration, being at the mercy of Venus and Mercury trying to modify and adjust the emotional nature through reason and values. The person might be prone to rationalize and idealize emotion, or try to adjust emotional needs to fit intellectual preferences. There’s a slight polarization of the rational mind - personal preferences and emotional needs. Needless to say this could prove somewhat challenging in relationships. In addition to these aspects, the Moon finds itself in opposition to the Sun (personal identity and purpose) and Uranus (mental convictions and progressive outlooks). In other words the feminine mother archetype is pitted against the masculine father archetype in her life.

The opposition of the Moon and the Sun is usually and indicator that there’s a tendency to disown either one’s instinctual-emotional side or the purposeful conscious direction of one’s life. Some would say that the personal father probably couldn’t relate to the personal mother and vice versa, that they lived complementary lives rather than living a shared experience. The fiery, passionate Moon certainly collides with the more intellectual-rational and “spiritual” Sun conjunct Neptune in Aquarius along with Uranus and Venus in Pisces as well as Mercury in Capricorn. People who have their Moon in opposition to the Sun will seem to have contradictory forces going on, with a Libra-Aries opposition for example, there’s a sociable sympathetic airy personality that fronts in a certain circumstance, and at another time and place that very someone is reckless and impulsive, acting completely “out of character”. A swing of the pendulum has occurred and the Aries Moon has come out, fierce and uncompromising as a striking contrast to the diplomatic and smooth Libra Sun. In the case of this person the dynamic would be similar, the Aquarius Sun would be aloof and quite determined and fixed in conceptual freedom, tolerant, intellectual and open-minded. The contrasting Leo Moon would be bursting with creative energy, wanting to be admired and noticed for its talents and expression. The objective quirk in contrast to the inspired creative can’t exist in the same space and must take turns showing up in life. Because Aquarius and Leo are opposite signs, there’s always going to be ambivalence and insecurity present, the person doesn’t quite know how to integrate the two principals, which is understandable.

It’s likely that the person felt torn between the mother and the father growing up, having to alternate between the two.

Let’s take a closer look at father signifiers in the chart. Let’s look at the 4th house (assuming that the 4th relates to the father) with Aries on the cusp and Mars in Taurus. He must have been quite determined and domestic, presumably quite conventional and aligned with the customs and traditions of society seeing as Mars is sextile Saturn, but also quite eccentric, original and innovative seeing as Mars is sextile Uranus. Mars also makes a square to Mercury, which is a clear indicator of someone who is overly convicted of one’s intellectual capacity to the point of it being detrimental. Although there’s force and sharpness to the intellect there’s pride involved, which might take over and lead to this person forcing information down people’s throats. Mars is also trine the Moon in Leo which would point to a warm and nurturing side. All in all, it seems like the father is quite a force to reckon with – stable, dutiful, exciting, warm, and active, with a risk of going over the top when interacting and engaging with others. In addition to the 4th house image, we have to look to the Sun as a father principle. It’s in the 2nd house of material possessions, which perfectly aligns with the 4th house and its connection to Taurus, the fixed earth sign. Not to mention that the Sun is in Aquarius, highlighting the Uranian connection of inspiration and vision. He would surely be a financially and materially focused person with a lot of inspiration and excitement for the future as well as an interest in public affairs and public relations (Sun inconjunct Jupiter). He’s also a Neptunian type and probably has a rich imaginary realm, inevitably deeply affected by the terrors and misfortunes others are put through, overall sympathetic and accepting of all fates and experiences. There’s also the Sun-Moon opposition, pointing to somewhat of a homebody, deeply connected to the emotional past and its memories. He might’ve had difficulty integrating that part of himself, being a strong presence in the outside world and retreating back into a safe space.

Let’s have a look at mother signifiers in the chart as well. The 10thhouse is unoccupied; Libra is the cusp ruler and Scorpio fills the majority of the house. This is a mother that probably was concerned with behaving in all the socially appropriate ways. It’s also indicative of someone who seeks validation and appreciation and gives it to other people in order to create harmonious atmospheres. She’s also somewhat private, watching her back and letting people know that she sees it all and won’t let things slide. This mother is a pleasant social navigator and private, defensive and biting type. Moving on to the Moon, which gives us an image of a woman of passion and courage, a stubborn fighter (Moon trine Mars and Pluto) working in the shadows of the 8th house. She’s not someone to openly display her force, although it’s certain that she has a whole lot going on beneath the surface layers. Passionate nature aside, she’s also very diplomatic and interactive, although she might have to put in some effort to not let her need to please, interact and care get the best of her (Moon inconjunct Mercury and Venus). She would be restless; the kind to feel trapped and kept apart from her own potential and progression (Moon opposite Uranus) as well as her own purpose, self-actualization and possibly even redemption (Moon opposite Sun-Neptune). It would seem as the mother is trapped through conventional reason (Moon inconjunct Mercury in Capricorn) and self-sacrificing ideals (Moon inconjunct Venus in Pisces). The 8thhouse is related to other people and their resources/values indicating that she is living at the mercy of conditions beyond her own control, at least in her own experience. What other people are willing to support or not support determines her situation – it doesn’t lie within her own control.

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angstmongertina · 3 years

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The Vision of Lachesis

Spoilers for Artem’s Entwined Fates SSR card story! Also, warning for angst and implied/mentioned character death, because I can only write so much fluff before things get angsty.

I had this idea almost as soon as I played the Entwined Fates card story because I am a sucker for outside POV fics, though the idea for the last scene came later lol. Incidentally, if you want to skip the angst, just stop before the little warning I put in there. Everything before it should be perfectly fluffy.

Cross-posted to AO3.

In his years living at Cloudbreak Temple, Master Lu has already seen many visitors pass through its gate, all with various different hopes and dreams and stories filling their souls. He has seen everyone, from new babies to old grandmothers, from shy young couples to blissful newlyweds and bickering old spouses. And still, the pair he spies entering the temple catch his attention.

He is, as is always the case during the busy festival days, pulled in all directions at once, guiding petitioners through the rituals of prayer and interpreting fortune, but even so, he cannot help but keep an eye on them. A man in front, tall and middle-aged, wearing a solemn expression that does not quite suit the laugh lines on his face, and a boy, not yet fully grown and quiet, shying away slightly from the noise and bustle around him but watching the proceedings with a bright, piercing gaze. The man says something, a gentle hand clapping the boy’s shoulder in a warm, fatherly gesture that brings a faint smile to the small face, before they dive into the crowd, and he turns his attention back to the couple before him.

Thankfully, they do not comment on his preoccupation and he puts the others out of mind as he helps them determine their fortunes.

The next time he sees the pair, they are with old Master Wang, which comes as no great surprise to him. Although Cloudbreak Temple may be most well-known for petitions to the star of wisdom, they accommodate many types of prayers, and while the boy may be of the age where success in learning and exams is important, one glance at the youthful face is enough to tell him that the boy has both intelligence and diligence to spare, and furthermore, a concrete attitude that would likely dismiss the thought of appealing to prayers for school out of hand. No, there is no need for prayers for success. But for safety, on the other hand…

He moves a little closer, still not yet so close as to be truly spying, but near enough to get a better look at the pair. The man is dressed casually, long brown hair pulled out of his face, and stands almost at a slouch, but the eyes that observe the world around him through thin-rimmed glasses are far from relaxed. Instead, their grey depths are cautious, sharp, clearly accustomed to seeking out the truth behind every person, every choice and interaction. It is only when they fall on the young man beside him do they soften with affection and concern. A man of action, of justice and strong morals, though perhaps of some impetuousness and with a fragility under it all.

A man, in short, who likely puts himself into the path of danger for the good of the people around him, but who also might shatter should he be pushed to the brink, should the lives of those he cares about be on the line.

And the boy…

Master Lu frowns, brushing a thoughtful hand over his chin and the faint beginnings of a thick beard as the man ruffles the boy’s hair and he looks up at his companion with a small but adoring smile.

The boy still has a whole entire life in store for him, of that he is certain. And one that will no doubt intersect with the temple again.

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When the couple steps through the gates of the temple, the man sheltering the girl beside him from the crowds, he notices them immediately. Though many years have passed, he has learned to trust his instincts, even beyond what his mind may tell him, and his gut recognizes the man long before his eyes do. The boy has grown, of course, in the ensuing two decades, but the bright intelligence, the thoughtfulness and care, all harken back to the shy child of so long ago.

But rather than his old friend and mentor, this time, the man brings with him a companion of his own. At first glance, she is just as bright-eyed and curious as he once was, though perhaps with more anxiety than he had, focusing immensely on the tasks before her. And the way he watches her…

Before he knows it, he is approaching the pair, standing at a table for the star of wisdom, and offers his assistance. He sees her attention flit away as her partner leaves for his own prayer, following him through the crowd with her eyes and her mind; though she appears to be unaware of it herself, her partner knows, and he knows, that even apart, their hearts, their very lives themselves, are irrevocably entwined, two souls pulled together by an inescapable gravity that he had not seen in decades, if ever.

He cannot help his curiosity about them, about this pair that seems to confirm the very existence of fate itself. These two lawyers, partners, these two halves of a single whole, that the universe has brought together, in an act of perfect balance.

Their marriage fortunes, an offer he makes that is part personal interest, part guiding hand, come as a surprise, though perhaps it should not have been wholly unexpected. He has never been wrong before, not about the couples who have captured his attention, but this…

This is less of a gentle nudge from fate and more of a flashing neon sign.

She reacts to her fortune tag first and he cannot help but smile at the curiosity, at the innocence, in her eyes. “I cannot keep my heart, as it longs to be with you…” A straightforward fortune, as befitting the girl who watches her partner with subconscious adoration, who still does not see his unconditional tenderness, who still does not understand her own constant preoccupation, for what they are. In time, she will realize.

But her partner…

He knows from the moment he sees the man’s face that the meaning of his own fortune is not lost on him. “It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.” And it is fitting for him, for the way he turns away from this, his hesitant heart, cautiously hopeful for a sign that the undying flame he carries will not be snuffed out, bruised from this heavy blow from fate, determined to carry its burden alone, to push his feelings aside and pretend that all is well, as he has always done.

It is a cautionary tale, this particular fortune, and he can say nothing, can only look on in weighty silence, as its recipient takes his companion and continues down his ill-fated and forewarned path.

Or, at least, attempts to, but for the efforts of the girl by his side. He does not listen to the conversation not meant for his ears but he does not need to, not when her thoughts are written clear across her face, not when she tugs her partner back to hear his explanation.

Not when she, despite being still oblivious to the depth of their connection, to the direction of her heart, immediately moves to petition, to help, to find some way of reversing the luck, propelled by outward concern and hidden affection.

He gives them directions both to the wishing tree and for the method to improve one’s luck and watches as she leaps at each opportunity, apparently unaware of the implications, in her quest to lessen her companion’s misfortune. But the man, now wearing a near constant smile of stunned helplessness, knows, even if he cannot, or perhaps more likely, will not, let himself, discern the cause of her concern.

Not even when it involves her suggesting that they bind their fortunes together on the wishing tree.

He chuckles, running his fingers over his beard as he watches them, their gentle discussion and animated features, both conveying so much to the world that they are too close, too farsighted, to see. But in this moment, it is not his place to say anything, to interfere any further, and so he doesn’t. Fate has already shown her own interest in their future, one that they have accepted and furthered, without, apparently, even realizing it.

Ah, to be young and in love.

Waving off their thanks, he watches as they leave before shaking his head and letting out the full-bellied laugh that he has been holding back since he first met them. In all of his years working at the temple, he has never been wrong before, and he is certain that he will not be wrong this time.

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The first day of the festival dawns early and bright, with that telltale warmth that foretells another hot August day. Even before the temple is open for visitors, anticipation hums through the air, the faint buzz as everyone prepares for the inevitable rush of petitioners.

Standing before the steps to the main temple, Master Lu looks out over the entire grounds with a smile. While the outside world has changed drastically in the past decades, within the temple, it is like being transported back in time; the same old tables from years past have already been set up, and the decorations, while not entirely the exact same as those used in centuries past, have all been remade in the original style.

In the fast-paced and ever-changing world, it is almost a sanctuary from time itself, where the tags of decades of visitors remain for an eternity and the history and traditions of the ancestors are preserved for future generations.

Well, at least in some ways more than others, if the influx of technology, and not just from forgetful visitors, is any indication.

He shakes his head, chuckling at his own preoccupation as he dodges young Master Zhao, juggling his attention between the pile of fortunes carried in his arms and the phone jammed under his ear. Clearly, he has begun to get overly sentimental in his old age.

Alas, yet another reminder of the inevitability of the passage of time.

The entry of visitors, a veritable tsunami of petitioners all looking to arrive early, interrupts his thoughts and he turns his attention to them, casting an experienced eye over the crowd. As usual, the vast majority make a beeline straight for the table for the star of wisdom, drawn as ever to the promise of good scores and success. Young couples make their way to the table for marriage fortunes, fresh-eyed and smitten with each other. And others still filter towards the other tables, for peace and wealth and…

And safety.

He spots the small family almost as soon as they pass through the gates, though they are admittedly hard to miss. The man and woman walk arm in arm, slow and cautious against the crush of the people around them, his form shifting to act as a barrier to shield her against the worst of the crowd. The height of the man alone would have been enough to catch his attention, but it is accentuated by the tiny pigtailed girl riding on his shoulders, adding another head to their overall height. From her perch, she looks around with bright, curious eyes, a small hand pointing towards the main temple, and him.

Even across the distance, he can see the surprise and recognition flicker in the bright blue eyes that meet his, and he would not have been able to hide his grin even if he had tried. As it is, though, he does not try, instead stepping forward to meet them with a greeting.

“I don’t know if you remember us, but…”

He shakes his head, waving off the woman’s comment with a laugh. “I do.”

And of course he does. How could he not? They have matured, naturally, settling into one combined force rather than two beings still tumbling in each other’s orbits; her hair is longer now, pulled into a neat bun, and his more disheveled than he’s ever seen under the ministrations of toddler hands; but the same spirit, the same keen eyes and entwined fates, shine out from the pair, unique amongst the crowd of other visitors.

He grins. “Of course I do. After all, it’s not every day I draw two fortunes quite so complementary, and even more rare to have them be hung up together on the wishing tree like that.”

At that, she laughs as well, her cheeks reddening slightly, and pauses to shake her bangs out of her face. “Yes, well, you were right, and it all worked out in the end.” She turns to her husband with a playful look, elbowing him gently in the ribs. “Even if it did take the better part of another year.”

“That is on you just as much as it is on me. After all, it took you just as long to realize,” the man retorts, though, to his amusement, his ears flush a faint red, which only deepens when their daughter points them out in a chipper voice, one loud enough that several visitors nearby turn to glance at them.

From the mouth of babes…

“What brings you back? Not just to check on your old tags, no?”

Shooting him a grateful look for the subject change, the man shakes his head, a faint smile curling the edges of his mouth. “No, though it is an added bonus. We’ve come for a new prayer for safety.”

His wife nudges him again, though gentler this time, and with less vigor. “Two, remember?”

He laughs openly, an expression that makes him look years younger, as he drops a hand to the gentle swell of her abdomen. “It may be a little early for that, still. I think he at least needs to have an official name first.”

She wrinkles her nose at him before laughing in turn. “Fine, fine. We will just have to come back again in a year or two.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

“Daddy!”

A comically dramatic wince flashes across the man’s face when his daughter leans over, her voice projecting with unerring precision directly into his ear, and his wife is left hiding her amusement with some difficulty.

“Too loud, baobei.”

The bright blue eyes widen in distress. “Sorry, Daddy!”

He chuckles, reaching up to clasp her small fist in his hand. “It’s okay, baobei. What is it?”

Squirming from her perch on his shoulders, she points towards the back of the temple, where a few decorated branches of the wishing tree can be seen hanging over the roof. “Big tree! ‘S pretty! Go see?”

He shakes his head. “Later, maybe. First we have to—”

“No! Go see!” She leans over until she is hanging directly in front of his eyes. “Daddy, please?”

The man glances at his wife, who shrugs, mouthing the word “softie” while still wearing that same huge grin, and he finds that he has to struggle to choke back his laugh before anyone notices.

Given the soft snort that reaches his ears, he only partly succeeds.

“All right, then. Let’s go. We can come back for a prayer of safety”—the man glances back down at his wife, a faint but wondering smile dancing on his lips—“or even two, later.” With a solemn expression, the man offers him a deep, respectful nod, one that he is not quick enough to wave away. “Thank you, Master.”

“Bye-bye!”

Laughing, he waves at the trio, watching as they slowly weave their way through the crowd towards the back of the temple. Even across that distance, he can feel the affection and respect they hold for each other, can see the connection they share, which have managed to catch his attention time and time again.

When they finally move out of sight, he turns back to the temple and the flood of other guests, making a mental note to keep an eye out for the little family in future years. Maybe he can take a small break from drawing marriage fortunes in favor of overseeing prayers for safety for a few years…

STOP NOW IF YOU DON’T WANT ANGST.

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The sky is still dark with storm clouds when they first dare venture back outside to examine the state of the temple. In some ways, it is almost a miracle; despite the weeks of heavy storms, accompanied by shrieking gales and large hail, Cloudbreak Temple and its inhabitants have been mostly unharmed, save for superficial damages, just in time for the summer festival. Still, the mood is quiet, solemn, as everyone sets to work, clearing away the fallen branches, discarding the broken shingles, and making room for the stations as best they can in the limited time they have.

Wandering over the grounds, Master Lu shakes his head. Summer storms are not uncommon in the mountains, but even in the many decades that he has spent at Cloudbreak Temple, he has never seen a storm like that one, lightning seeming to rent the sky in two and thunder shaking the foundations of the temple itself, where there was naught to do but to stay indoors and safe. They were truly fortunate that nobody was injured and that most of the damages can be repaired.

Unfortunately, not all of the temple has remained quite so intact.

Stopping at the edge of the courtyard, he sighs, casting his gaze over the mess. It does not come as a complete surprise, given the lashing of the rain or the howling of the wind, but that does not change the sorrow he feels at the destruction that greets his eyes. Where there was once a majestic, venerable camphor tree is now a tired, wizened old thing, bowing under its own weight in the weak hints of daylight. Fortune tags lay strewn amongst the branches that had once held them aloft, once vivid symbols of the future now simply dark red and brown patches against muddy green, that he has to pick his way around as he wanders further in, taking in all of the damage.

But there is no time to clean up the mess, not in his old age and with everything else that will be happening for the day, and the visitors will understand, have to understand. He shakes his head, feeling all of his many years pressing down on his shoulders, almost as though he is fighting the weight of all the fallen wishes themselves.

“Master Lu?”

He looks up at the familiar voice and smiles. Master Chen, arms full of red cords, stands in the entryway of the courtyard, his bright eyes filled with concern, and he suddenly finds himself wondering when they all got so young.

“What is it? Do you need my help with anything?”

The boy shakes his head. “No, we are almost finished. There are enough of us to finish and handle the visitors, since there likely will not be many so soon after the storm. If you want, I could help clean this area…”

He shakes his head again, this time with a more genuine smile. “No, you go on. They’ll be needing you in the main temple, I’m sure. I can work here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Chen nods, putting the new cords on the nearby table before giving him a small, formal bow. “Thank you. Then I leave this to you.”

He waves the kid away, chuckling slightly as he watches him turn and walk back to the main temple before turning his attention back to the courtyard and the scattered fortunes, the remembrances of years, or decades even, of hopes and dreams.

With another heavy sigh, he squats down, tossing some fallen branches aside before picking up the wooden fortune at his feet. It is old, the carved text worn down by the elements, and he runs his fingers over the inscription, a brief statement on the virtues of hard work. A student had hung it there, once upon a time, and he closes his eyes for a moment, hoping that they achieved their goals, before tucking it into his robes and continuing forward.

In some ways, it is almost a walk down memory lane. Prayers to the star of wisdom from students that have long since graduated, who may even be teachers and professors now. Prayers for safety for people who have moved beyond that point, who may have even already passed. Marriage fortunes, ones that he helped distribute and interpret, for young couples that are now parents or even grandparents of their own…

He stumbles to a stop, staring down at the ground by his feet. Lying in the grass, so hidden by mud that he almost missed them, are two wooden cards. Their surfaces are almost entirely obscured by the dirt, but he still recognizes them instantly, the pair of fortunes so opposite to each other, so perfectly complementary. Held to the branch and each other by a red cord that has split and frayed under the years, no doubt hastened by the tempest.

Heaving another sigh, he leans over and…

“Master?”

Caught off-guard he snaps upright, turning around with a polite refusal on the tip of his tongue, but his instincts, ever reliable, stay his reply as the appearance of the visitor sinks in.

Dressed in dark, muted colors, he is easy to overlook, blending into his surroundings, into any crowd, with little effort. His face is drawn, haggard, lines of exhaustion etched into his skin, making him look years older, while his dark hair is disheveled, streaked with gray. Altogether, the man in the entryway, tired and worn, is almost unrecognizable from the young, joyous father of his memory. In just the few years since he last visited, he has aged a decade, his strong, confident form now frail, once bright azure eyes now dimmed, haunted.

And the man approaches, moving forward with slow, hesitant steps, eyes fixed on the tags he holds in his hand.

“That… Is that…?”

The voice nearly breaks around those few words, hoarse and almost inaudible, but he doesn’t need to hear the rest of the question, doesn’t need an explanation to know what the man wants, to know what must have happened.

Closing his eyes, he bows his head. “Yes. It is. They must have fallen during the storm.”

He hears a labored, shuddering breath, one that makes his own chest tighten in sympathy. “I… May I?”

“Of course.” He steps forward, gently placing the tags into his outstretched hands, watching as trembling fingers brush over the faded markings, the broken cord, as the pale face twists with fresh pain. “I…” He clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Daddy?”

They both turn at the same time, where a small girl stands in the entryway of the courtyard, holding the hand of an older woman as she cradles a bundle in her other arm. Pulling free of the restraining grasp, she runs forward to join them, grabbing her father’s free hand. “Daddy?”

Something resembling a smile tugs at the corners of the man’s lips as he squats to his daughter’s eye level. “What is it, baobei?”

“Are you sad?”

The sound that leaves the man’s throat is more of a rasp than a chuckle, but neither of them seem to notice. “Yes.” He wraps an arm around the girl, lifting her into the air as he stands back up. “Yes, I am.”

To his surprise, the girl only nods solemnly before looking at the tags in his hand. “What is that?”

The man sighs, holding it up so she can examine it more closely, running her small fingers over the wood as he wipes away the mud. “Mama and I came here years ago and hung it up when we were here. Before you were even born.”

“Oh. It’s pretty.” A slight frown on her face, she studies the fortunes and the cord linking them before raising her gaze. “Do you miss Mama?”

He has to shift his gaze away as the smile on the man’s face crumbles, turning his attention back to the mess of branches and fortune tags, but even so, he cannot escape hearing the slight hitch in the quiet voice. “Every day.”

She sniffles, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his shoulder. “Me too.”

“Anthea!” The older woman reaches them, her face a mix of concern and frustration, and he can’t help but turn his attention back to the family. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think she would be so quick.”

The man shakes his head as she reaches for the girl, instead shifting her position in his arms. “It’s fine, Ma. Besides, you have enough on your hands. And you’ve done more than enough for us now.”

“Still…”

“Ma.” The man closes his eyes, gently shaking his head, before meeting her gaze with a determination that even he can feel, that makes him tear his gaze away once more, feeling vaguely like he is eavesdropping. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I…” A sigh that hangs in the air between them. “I need to do this. For her. But thank you for… for everything. And…”

A hand suddenly appears in his vision and he looks up to find the man before him, standing up straighter with a mix of sorrow and resolve dancing on his features. “I don’t know if you remember me, but…”

He shakes his head. “I do. Still.”

“Of course.” A small but genuine smile cracks his mouth as the man draws a deep breath. “I… I remember you said once that fortunes should be returned to the temple once they’ve come true and…” He swallows once, hard. “Can you put these back for me?”

“Yes, certainly.” He reaches for them, hand closing back around the fortunes that the man holds out.

Two little wooden tags have never felt so heavy in his palm before.

For a moment, the man stares at them, as though in his hands, in these fragile pieces of wood, he carries all the weight of the world, before tearing his gaze away to meet his. “Thank you.”

Oddly enough, when he opens his mouth, he finds a sudden lump in his throat and instead of trying to speak, he only inclines his head, but it is enough. The man smiles again, a soft, ephemeral expression, before turning and walking away, still carrying his daughter while his mother paces alongside him with his son in her arms.

As he watches them leave, he brushes his thumb over the worn fortunes he cradles, gently tracing the text that he still remembers like it had been drawn yesterday.

It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.

Leaving the courtyard, he silently enters the main temple, ignoring the questioning looks from his fellow masters and visitors alike as he sets the tag, still tied to its partner with muddy red cord, down amongst the various other fortunes of years past, and sits back on his heels, reading it over one last time.

And so it is.

#Tears of Themis #weiding shijian bu #Artem Wing #Zuo Ran #Artem Wing/MC #Zuo Ran/MC #Tina writes stuff.#Tina plays ToT.#sweet awkward lawyer husband #otp: to have and to hold #It's been a Hot Minute since I've written character death angst.#Ho boy that was a lot.

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General Servamp headcanons - Envy and Lust pairs

Just some random headcanons me and my sister (Ani) have about our favourite Servamp/Eve pairs xD Hope they’re ok, and sorry for the long post 😅

Mikuni Alicein

Mikuni used to be very skilled at playing the violin, although he gave it up a long time ago. On occasion, he would pick it up again and play for himself but if he catches anyone listening, he would stop immediately.

Because of a certain person, Mikuni doesn’t like strawberries or pasta in tomato or meat sauce.

When he is not working at the Land of Nod or gathering intel, Mikuni often plays chess or card games with Jeje to pass the time.

Despite smiling a lot when talking to people, it is actually rare to see Mikuni give a genuine smile. However, there are times when he will let one slip, such as when he’s looking pictures of a small Misono, star-gazing at night or making something for Abel.

I’m still not sure of Abel’s connection with Mikuni other than being involved in “My Fair Lady”, but I like to think that she is somehow key to his mental stability. When she is with him, Mikuni acts ‘normal’: calculating, rational and confident but without, he’s either like a scared child or completely loses his mind.

Once, Mikuni lost Abel in a shopping mall and went to the information desk to report a lost person rather than a lost item. Jeje had to stop him and apologise to the confused people at the desk.

Both Mikuni and Misono are strong strategists, and with recent events, Mikuni sometimes refers to their actions as “playing chess with real people as their pieces”. He is like a mirror of Misono: whilst his brother wants to protect everyone, is loved and always has people by his side, Mikuni is willing to sacrifice anything to reach his goals, was erased by his family and forgotten for a period of time and wanders alone with Jeje.

Like Misono, he is scared of the dark, thunder and lightning as it brings back bad memories for him.

Mikuni doesn’t forgive himself for what happened at the Alicein Manor and feels like he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven either. This is part of the reason why he is jealous of Tsurugi; whilst the latter started off with nothing, he was gaining more as he went and was accepted despite what he did under Touma. Mikuni, on the other hand, had everything but ended up losing it all.

Jeje

When trying to contact him, it is rare that he would actually reply but messages would be on ‘read’. The only people he would respond to is Lily on very specific occasions or Mikuni if they weren’t together. Even then, it is usually a sentence at most.

He cares about each of his siblings equally but gets along with Lily the most. It hurts him when something happens to them or if he was ordered to hurt them, but he would never show it.

Jeje is surprisingly good with children, even though he sometimes finds them noisy. Back at the Alicein Manor, Lily would persuade him to leave the basement on occasion and play with his Subclass. As he was good at making things, the kids would love to sit and watch him make his bottled ships or origami ornaments.

In his snake form, he is not only coiled around Mikuni because it’s convenient, but also because it offers a sense of security from other animals.

Most of Jeje’s Subclass were people who had been executed after being falsely accused or framed for a crime. After turning them into a vampire, he usually leaves them to live their life and only keeps in contact with a few. Good B and Bad B are examples of this (I headcanon that Bad B was accused of being a witch and Good B was a butler who was framed for murder or something idk).

His favourite season is Autumn, where it is neither too hot or too cold and finds the atmosphere relaxing. Despite hating the cold, he also likes certain aspects of winter such as staying indoors with a hot drink and warmth as he works on his bottled ships. Like watching the leaves fall in Autumn, he views the snowfall as beautiful and peaceful. Until Mikuni comes and dumps snow down his back.

Speaking of Mikuni, there are times when Jeje worries about him. Since leaving the Alicein manor after that incident, he often wonders how his Eve handles it beneath the confident and cheerful exterior he puts on. For this reason and his own guilt for Mikuni’s family falling apart due to Envy, Jeje chose to remain by Mikuni’s side despite his Eve’s questionable decisions.

I feel like Jeje might have been someone who was trained to take orders without question or expressing their own opinion on it when he was a human, which is why he follows Mikuni’s instructions regardless of whether he agrees with them or not.

Misono Alicein

He tries, but he is not very good at cooking.

Tsurugi sometimes nicknames him “Ube-chan” or “Taro-chan” due to his purple colour scheme.

He is a fan of classical music, usually listening to it as he studies or if he is deep in thought. However, he has been trying more modern songs too but dislikes rock and metal.

After leaving the garden, Misono tries everything that he had missed out on; hanging out with friends, travelling on public transport and staying over at either Mahiru or Tetsu’s, being supported by those around him.

Animals like him and whilst he may seem annoyed, he actually likes it and is good with them.

He is confused with pop culture references but is slowly learning.

Misono is better at board games and puzzle solving than he is at video games though when he does play with Mahiru, Kuro and Tetsu, he likes multiplayer and party games despite not being very good at them.

I feel like if there is anyone who could save Mikuni from whatever he is up to at the moment, it would most likely be Misono and Tsurugi. The latter is a lot more perceptive than people realise and with Misono’s planning, they’ll probably be able to figure something out.

Snow Lily

If any of his siblings find or make subclasses that are children, they usually send them his way. He is happy to care for them and seeing them get along well with his own Subclass.

He has a talent for baking and finds joy being in the kitchen making treats for Misono or his Subclass. Sometimes, he would make snacks for them to have during the lessons or when the group decides to have a movie or game night.

I can imagine Lily being good at dancing, especially at the waltz or ballroom and sometimes teaches Misono. When working, he would subconsciously hum classical tunes to himself with a fond smile on his face, although he doesn’t realise he’s doing it.

Lily is skilled at sewing, often mending any tears in clothing to the point they look new again. He would also make clothes and dolls or accessories for the children, Misono and the other Servamps and Eves on special occasions like their birthdays and Christmas. Some of the Easter and Halloween costumes they own were also made by Lily.

Although he likes being around others, there are times when he enjoys the quiet and just have a bit of time to himself. When he does, he likes to light a few scented candles and sit down with a book.

It is very difficult to get him angry.

Just like Jeje does for him, Lily cares a lot about his older brother too. He doesn’t blame him for what happened in the Alicein Household and like how he wishes Mikuni and Misono would reconcile, he wants to be able to talk things out with Jeje too.

He didn’t used to be friendly and cheerful, instead having a past of being unloved which left him resenting the fact that he was turned into a vampire. He initially didn’t want to interact with his siblings and questioned his existence but it wasn’t until Jeje raised his voice at him about the latter issue that he gradually started changing. Now, he’s the one who’s afraid of being rejected by the people he loves.

#servamp #servamp headcanons #mikuni alicein #servamp jeje #snow lily #misono alicein

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