Since it's not going in my article due to space constraints, i'll share a bit about Jane Manning James here. It won't be superfleshed out atm bc it got cut. I plan to do more later.
As I am *Reorganized*, writing this for a Community of Christ publication, i researched Ld-S shared history to the point of Nauvoo. my article doesn't follow west (technically). the main resource was an LDS one (thank you v much for your freely available archive) asking about her time with the prophet of the Restoration.
Jane Manning James
A significant Black Latter Day Saint from the early church was Jane Manning James. A woman from Connecticut notably made the walk from Buffalo, New York to Nauvoo, Illinois on foot, with most of her family. This was only after being separated from the group of recently converted latter day saints in Buffalo, possibly due to their race. Jane was baptized in 1842 by missionaries in her home state of Connecticut. She recorded these things about her journey and arrival to Nauvoo and her faith when asked to recall her life living with Joseph Smith in 1905.
“When I went there [Nauvoo] I only had two things on me, no shoes nor stockings, wore them all out on the road… They [Joseph and Emma] was looking for us because I wrote them a letter. There was eight of us, my mother and two sisters and a brother and sister-in-law, and we had two children, one they had to carry all the way there, and we traveled a thousand miles.”
She was sure in her belief of the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ and Modern Prophecy. She says in her recollection, after seeing that Joseph Smith Jr was indeed the man in her vision in Connecticut, that “This is the Gospel of Jesus Christ and there will never be any other on earth. It has come to stay.”
Sister James would later go west with the saints under the leadership of then Apostle Brigham Young.
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me tumblr posting again:
thank you for the example set Sister James on faith, dedication, and perseverance. She also had spiritual gifts, such as speaking in tongue and faith healing. She believed following the gospel, knowing it was a key to a better way of living life (for her.) it wasn't easy for her, and yet, i think the faith community i observe today (and mormonism in general) is better, just for her having lived it.
may she be at peace, and in a manner God, Sister Jane herself, and her family she led that meant so very much to her, see fit.
when FIRELORD ZUKO takes a liking to AVATAR AANG'S mysterious new BRIDE.
TORN BETWEEN TWO ROADS ! — aang x reader x zuko
LOT. republic city is finally at peace, and for once, katara allows herself to hope—maybe now, after everything, she and aang can finally become something real. but when aang returns after eight months, he isn’t alone. he comes back with you at his side, introducing you as his wife. suspicious yet helpless, his friends do their best to welcome you, even as nothing about this sudden marriage makes sense. but while everyone else keeps their distance, one person doesn’t. and perhaps Zuko gets a little too comfortable with the avatar’s new wife.
CHARACTERS. AANG and ZUKO.
CHAPTER WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, some 'arguing' with zuko, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
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WC. 7.2k
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chapter two
art creds :: chamiii07, ilameys on x
a/n: i read this chapter on my phone last night before going to sleep, and i made so many corrections in my head, but now i just can't seem to remember them. it sucks, cause my brain was working so well too.
It had been a month since you had last seen Aang.
Initially, he had planned to leave with Zuko once his week-long stay in Republic City came to an end. Yet, his plans had changed, and instead of leaving, he had stayed to help you get accustomed to life in Republic City, something he too was learning quite slowly, since he was never able to stay long, even at his own home.
So for the two whole weeks he was with you, those extra days had been spent entirely with you, exploring everything you both could.
And while the days had belonged to the city, the nights had belonged to each other, spent under the sheets.
One by one, the others had begun to leave.
Zuko had been the first, called back to the Fire Nation, being the busy Fire Lord he is. Toph had followed soon after, returning to the Earth Kingdom the very next day with little ceremony.
Sokka had remained longer, and Aang had been there when he had apologized to you.
His apology had been straightforward; there had been no attempt to soften it as he came clean about the things he had said, and though the words had been direct, even sincere, they had not been easy to hear.
You had accepted them nonetheless, understanding where they had come from, and because of that, forgiveness had come easier than you had expected.
Your heart, however, had not followed as quickly; something in it still holding onto the weight of what had been said, even if you had let it pass.
Sokka had noticed.
It had shown in the way he avoided your gaze in the days that followed, as if he knew some things could not be undone so easily.
Days later, he too left for the Southern Water Tribe.
And then, Aang had left as well.
The departure had been inevitable, though that had not made it easier. You had been left alone in this unfamiliar place that you now called your home.
Days passed in slow repetition, your time spent within the walls of a home that still felt unfamiliar despite being yours, your routine built out of small tasks meant to fill the hours that stretched forever and ever.
Republic City remained what it had always been, but none of it reached you in the way it had when he was there beside you.
It had been six weeks since you had arrived in the city, and in that time, you had tried, in your own way, to reach outward.
You had sought out Katara.
She had been the only one who lived in the city, her time divided between its development and the people. Your conversations had been polite, never unpleasant, yet always riddled with awkwardness.
You couldn't tell who was to blame for it, but a part of you suspected that she knew.
She knew that you were aware of what had once existed between her and your husband. And perhaps that awareness had made its way into your own actions, into the way you observed her, trying to understand what had once drawn Aang so completely toward her.
You found yourself understanding more than you expected to.
You saw her in the city, watching the way people turned to her with trust, the quiet recognition she received for the work she did, her gentle yet fierce presence both warm and reassuring.
She stood not only as someone close to the Avatar, but as someone who had earned her place beside him, being the most loyal aid to the Avatar in his absence.
And in comparison, you felt—
Lacking.
You hadn't been able to help the feeling of incompetence wash over you whenever you noticed her, wondering if you had some talent to your name, maybe you could have been with Aang, aiding him has well.
But you knew there was little you could offer in the world Aang moved through so effortlessly.
You had been raised for a different purpose, taught a different role in your sheltered upbringing, shaped into something that did not extend beyond the walls of a home, and now that you stood outside of your previous life, you found yourself uncertain of where you belonged.
You were raised to be a wife.
So you were being a wife, even in your husband's absence.
You could only stay at home, hoping Aang would come back soon.
And perhaps the spirits had heard your prayers, although they might have heard only half of it. Aang had arrived, but only in presence. Just a piece of him.
A letter.
The 'thud' sound had come first, breaking through the stillness of the room as something struck against the balcony glass. You had jumped in your seat, your first thought turning to intrusion.
But then came the sound, a series of chirps that carried no threat.
You moved toward the balcony, your steps cautious at first, before reaching for the door and opening it.
The bird entered at once.
It was yellow and small, its movements quick as it flew up and it landed upon your shoulder, settling there with a few more chirps.
The symbol upon its chest caught your attention immediately, the mark unmistakable.
The Air Nomad's Emblem.
The Avatar's messenger.
Your hand moved to the small roll secured against its back, fingers careful as you removed it.
The bird did not leave, instead following you inside as you stepped away from the balcony.
The letter had begun simple enough, your name attached to 'Dear'.
I wish I were there with you.
I was going to come see you. I had a plan and everything!
A really good plan, actually. I even thought about what we would do when I got there. I'm not writing that part down, but I think you can take a guess. (I'm winking by the way.)
But then everything here got complicated again and now I'm writing a letter instead.
I miss you. A lot. Like...a lot a lot.
It's weird being here without you. I keep catching myself turning to say something and then remembering you're not there, and it feels wrong.
Those seven months with you... I think I got a little too used to you being there
Things in the Fire Nation keep coming up, and every time I think I can leave, someone says, "Avatar! we need you for one more thing." and then it turns into five more things!
I promise I'm not staying away on purpose.
I did think about hoping something would happen in Republic City so I'd have an excuse to come back faster—
WAIT. No. That's a terrible idea.
Please ignore that. Spirits, please definitely ignore that. I take it back.
A quiet laugh left you then, unbidden, the sound making the bird chirp up at you as you continued.
Flameo Ho Zuko heard me say something like that out loud earlier and now he looks annoyed every time I sigh, which is happening a lot, so I think I'm making it worse.
But he did have a good idea!
He said you could come stay at the palace for a while, so we don't have to keep missing each other like this. It wouldn't be forever. Just until things calm down here. Maybe a month. (Hopefully less, but I don't trust that right now.)
I know the Fire Nation isn't exactly your favorite place, but it's different now. Really different. I want you to see it. I want to show it to you.
Also! Important! Zuko has already left for Republic City for some work, so by the time you're reading this, he's already there. He said you can come back with him on his ship.
Please come
Will you come?
Please Come
You should come.
(That wasn't me trying to sound cool or anything, just ignore the part where I said "please come" three times.)
Anyway.
Come.
I'll be waiting for you.
That was all.
No farewell.
Just a promise he made on your behalf.
You lowered the letter slowly, your fingers still holding onto it, your thoughts already moving ahead of you.
Of course you would go.
Republic City had grown familiar, but it had not become yours. And although The Fire Nation didn't seem the keenest place to visit, with Aang there you could find stability in your feelings.
You would leave, because frankly, you still weren't that keen on making friends with your husband's first love.
And perhaps, in doing so, you would find something more than just his presence waiting for you.
Now brimmed with anticipation, all you could do is wait for the Fire Lord to reach out. So for now, you let your back hit the mattress, clutching Aang's letter to your chest as you stared up at the empty ceiling.
Zuko stared of the roof of his cabin, the bedding beneath him cold despite the ship belonging to the Fire Nation.
The faint creak of wood and the distant rhythm of the waves against the hull filled the silence, yet it did little to settle him.
The night had fallen upon them, ready to lull everyone to sleep, yet Zuko took a few more moments before he succumbed to his heavy-eyes.
He would reach Republic City when daylight touched the harbor, and with it would come the inevitable notion of meeting you again.
Spirits.
He felt foolish for agreeing to Aang, even more so for having been the one to suggest it in the first place. The decision lingered with him now, because it was not something done out of reason, but as something he had failed to think through.
He felt stupid. And worse, he felt guilty.
Guilt did not sit lightly with him. It never had. It settled deeper than irritation, heavier than regret, and it refused to leave once it dug its claws in.
Aang had taken his suggestion at face value, had accepted it with gratitude, which only made it worse, believing it to come from a kind heart.
What Aang did not know, and what Zuko would never allow him to know, was that the motive behind Zuko's kindness had come from something far less noble. It had been a lapse in judgment. It was the perfect testimony of unauthorized curiosity coming to bite him in the ass.
And now he was left to sit with it.
His last conversation with you had ended poorly, at least that is what he believes.
It had ended without resolution, leaving behind more questions than answers, and after what he had witnessed that very night was not something one forgets that easily, especially if it involves their closest friends.
Your conversation with Aang had been cryptic without it meaning to be, broken subjects mentioned in passing, sentences incomplete because Aang just wouldn't keep quiet and let you speak.
So, he often goes back to that night, revisiting the moments, trying to place the pieces of the puzzle you and Aang have seemed to conjure up around your marriage.
He would replay it in his mind, shifting through what little he had heard, trying to understand something that had not been meant for him to understand in the first place.
"Did...did you tell Sokka about...what happened...—"
"I would never! I would never disrespect you like that, I promise you."
Something sensitive, so much so that Aang doesn't feel like it's his place to speak of it.
"...I feel as though I have trapped you. I should have never agreed—"
"You are the best thing that has happened to me. I know it may not have seemed like it in the beginning, but I do not regret asking you to marry me. I never will."
Trapped.
The word had not left him since. It did not sit cleanly with anything else he knew of Aang, it did not align with what he understood.
Feeling like you trapped him. Arranged marriage? Aang mentioned his feelings were not mutual in the beginning, or that there never were any.
The signs pointed to arranged marriage, but it couldn't be one.
Aang had admitted to being the one who proposed, and that he did not regret it.
But, it had not begun with love.
And yet—
Aang loved you.
That much was undeniable.
His constant sighs and mumblings of your name had driven him up the corner.
Zuko supposed your history was one of those things you just either knew or you didn't.
It it had made him all the more curious about the two of you.
He was not one to involve himself in matters that did not concern him, at least not anymore. He had learned restraint, learned where his place ended.
Yet this—
This had drawn his attention in a way he did not expect.
He no longer took your words at face value.
Not after that night.
Your vulnerable state that night did not soften the blow of what had been said before.
"He is still Aang's closest friend."
"Perhaps he will not be for long."
He could eliminate all suspicions of you, blaming your actions on the being overwhelmed in a new city, surrounded by people who weren't too hospitable to your presence.
But he didn't.
But he wanted to know more. And ever since Aang did share your social class, one just a level beneath his, being nobility, your presence had only piqued his interest.
And that, perhaps, was where his guilt found its root.
Guilt had flooded him quickly after offering your stay at the Fire Nation Palace, an offer that had come from his said interest, hoping to peel off the layers of secrecy you learned to adorn well, hoping to make sense of this marriage.
He really didn't enjoy the epiphany that he was only using his friend's mysterious turn in life for his own entertainment, wanting to make Aang's marital life his own private spectacle that can quench the thirst of both his novelty and boredom.
He had chosen not to look away.
He had chosen to look closer.
But the deed had been done, too late to take back his words once the pure joy on the Avatar's face had been showcased.
Zuko had seen it.
And he had allowed it.
It was not something he took pride in.
But it was done.
And by the time the first light of morning reached the horizon, there would be no avoiding it.
The harbor stood prepared as The Fire Nation ship had been set for departure, its massive structure steady in the water.
A sturdy metal plank extended from the dock to the deck, and along its length, soldiers stood aligned on either side, their formation strict.
You approached without hesitation.
Earlier that afternoon, one of the Fire Nation soldiers had arrived at your residence, his tone formal as he asked for your confirmation. You had given it without delay, and in return, he had informed you to be ready by two for departure.
By the time you stepped onto the dock, your belongings had already been taken from your hands.
A small travel case that didn't carry more than what was necessary for a month long getaway. It had likely already been placed within your quarters aboard the ship.
Your attention remained forward, holding your skirt to avoiding stepping on the delicate fabric as you moved up the slope.
At the top of the plank, he stood waiting.
Zuko did not move to meet you halfway, standing where the deck began as his presence held and authority you hadn't seen before.
Of course, the side of him shown tohis friends is not to be expected around his subordinates. With the exception of his family and friends, everyone gets the intimidating Fire Lord, someone to not be overstepped.
Zuko wasn't sure where you fell. You were Aang's wife. You may not be his friend, but you stood higher than people he called acquaintances. His gaze settled on you the moment you stepped onto the plank, observing the same poise from a month ago.
You closed the distance without faltering, letting go of your skirt as the fabric ghosts the deck.
Zuko inclined his head. It was a small gesture, familiar to the first time you had encountered him.
"Welcome aboard," he said in greeting, although there was no actual joy behind it. Just duty.
There was nothing casual in the way he spoke, at least not with you. It reminded you of your own presence, one you had trained countlessly in front of the mirror.
He stepped aside, allowing you passage onto the deck, his hand extending slightly in quiet indication for you to move ahead of him.
Everything had been set. You would see Aang within two days. Even the thought bubbled excitement in the flesh of your heart, the built up loneliness starting to ebb away.
The ship was cold, floor feeling like ice beneath your bare feet as you walked around the ship. It was past your usual bedtime, the strike of midnight already having passed as you actively searched for the Fire Lord.
There were guards still stationed across the halls, and when you had asked for assistance, you were easily led by one of them, taking a turn as you trailed behind him down the long hallway.
Finally you reached the door you had been searching for, the details along the metal a tad bit more extravagant than the others, four guards stationed at each side of it.
"The Lord's study, ma'am. Would you like me to announce you?" The helpful guard questions you as shake your head in disagreement.
"I can knock perfectly well. Thank you for your assistance."
You reached forward, fingers retreating in your palm your fist collided with the metal with delicate force, producing just enough sound without risking a bruise along your skin.
You hear a faint 'Enter' resound from within the room, the guard stationed to the right of the door opening it before you could reach out.
You give a nod in gratitude, stepping forward and letting your head peak in before the rest of you followed, the door closing shut behind you.
Zuko looked up surprised, lowering the scroll in his hand, eyes moving over your form, taking note of your nightly attire consisting of a thin lilac nightgown reaching past your knees, and a velvet warm robe worn untied over it for warmth.
"Good evening, Lord Zuko." You greet him, your body leaning forward into an objectively low bow, just as you had been taught when you were younger.
As you did so, Zuko had wished the Agni Kai with his father had gotten rid of his eyesight instead of sparing him with a scar, because it was embarrassing how quickly his sight fell onto your dipping cleavage.
In an instant, he averted his gaze with a hitch in his breath, eyes burning as though he had disrespected the entirety of Aang's existence with just one glance.
He cleared his throat in an attempt to compose himself, surfing through his brain for a respectful chain of words to speak.
"A 'Good Morning' would be a more appropriate greeting.." He humors you, and you get a slight chuckle.
"May I help you?" His words addressing you, not quite sure about your presence in his study.
"I simply wished to extend my gratitude for your kind gesture. Aang mentioned that this impromptu arrangement had been your suggestion, and I wished to thank you."
You speak softly, taking a few steps forward to address him better.
"I appreciate your gratitude, though I assure you it is unnecessary. It is an honor to assist the Avatar."
His words were so formal, even while addressing Aang.
"You mean your friend." You correct. Zuko blinks, his gaze measured as he scanned your face.
"Yes. My friend." He repeats, amusement laced in his words, leaning back as his elbows meet the armrest, resting his chin on the bumps of his knuckles.
"Hmm. Well, I have said what I wished to. I shall take my leave—"
"Sit."
The Fire Lord's words came as an order, leaving you surprised at how little room he left for refusal with just as single word.
"Join me for some tea. It may help you rest, given how you're still up at this hour." He adds.
You're stuck in your place for a few moments, not sure how to respond to it, so instead of a verbal response, you simply walk forward, taking the seat across from him on the smaller chair, while Zuko calls for his guard and orders tea for the two of you.
"How has the city treated you thus far?"
Zuko starts the conversation with the most mundane question, but you humor him anyway.
You sigh.
"It is boring."
"Careful."
His comment comes quick, prompting you to look at him as his next words follow.
"The city is a symbol of peace, an aftermath of years of war finally brought to justice. Your words risk diminishing the very foundation of what your hus..." He trails of, the urge to chaff taking over.
"...What my friend has built."
Your jaw locks subtly, muscle tensing in your cheek at the obvious jab to your previous comment.
"I did not intend to offend the foundation of the city. It stands with purpose, and I understand the weight it carries, but that does not make it any less uneventful for me."
You chide, the guard walking into the study, setting two cups down and pouring you both a share.
Zuko leans forward now, letting out a hum at your words as gestures for the guard to leave.
You then continue—
"What is it like ruling the Fire Nation?"
Zuko hesitates for a moment before answering.
"Torment."
You hide your amusement behind the cup, taking a small sip.
"Oh, How so?"
"It is no easy task to redeem a nation after a century of damage."
"Hmm." You hummed, holding the teacup between your fingers, the warmth settling into your palms, your eyes lowering briefly before lifting again to meet his.
"How did you and Aang become friends?" you asked, the question carrying some curiosity behind it, but you looked at him as if there was already a correct answer for it.
Zuko did not answer immediately, his eyes lingering on you as if searching for the answer you expect, before he leaned back slightly in his chair.
"I'm sure Aang has already told you."
"Yes," you replied, taking a small sip before continuing, "but as you mentioned that day, Aang tends to soften his words."
A faint shift passed through his face, and for the first time, since you've met him, a small smile finds its way to his lips.
"That he does," he said, his voice lower now.
"Aang and I have come a long way. It is not a story to speak on briefly ."
His gaze averted to the side, as if he was recalling something he didn't like dwelling on.
"Perhaps another night."
He rose then, unhurried with his steps as his attention shifted away from you completely, your eyes trailing him.
"Although," he continued, his back partially turned as he made his way toward one of the cabinets along the wall, "if you wish to speak of Republic City, I would welcome the conversation."
You watched him, your fingers resting lightly against the rim of your cup.
"What is there to speak about?" you asked, your voice carrying dismissal about the topic.
"Plenty," he replied, retrieving a bottle from within the cabinet before turning back toward you.
"You may find it 'boring,' as you say, but it is your home now, is it not?"
The cork came free with a soft sound, the scent of wine settling into the air between you.
"I hope you don't mind," he added, not quite asking.
You dismissed it with a small wave of your hand.
He returned to the table, the bottle in one hand, a glass in the other, placing them down softly as he remained on his feet and poured himself his desired amount.
"You all have made a wonderful place of Republic City—"
"I was not there for most of it," he interrupted, correcting your statement before it could end.
"It would feel wrong to take credit for something I did not build."
"Are you trying to take advantage of my lack of knowledge?" you asked immediately, a hint of challenge behind your voice.
"I am well aware of what the city was built upon."
He stilled for a fraction of a second, then tilted his head slightly, interest flickering in his expression.
"And what might that be?"
"Fire Nation colonies." You spoke in fact.
Your gaze was stuck on the warm liquid held within the cup, no longer meeting his eye. He let out a hum, something akin to approval but you knew it was far from it.
"It seems you were not as sheltered as you allowed us to believe," he said, lifting his glass and taking a slow sip.
The words settled between you, neither of you rushing to move past them.
"Aang and Katara put in a great deal of work into it," he added after a moment, his choice of words so deliberate, that he felt bad for saying them the moment they slipped past his tongue.
"Yes," you said, your fingers tightening slightly around your cup, your voice lowering for your next words, "Aang and Katara truly have."
Zuko continued to watch you. He didn't need to touch you to notice your face getting warmer, the subtle embarrassment of the being scrutinized under his gaze evident across your skin, laced with what Zuko would conclude being jealousy.
"May I ask you something?" you continued, your gaze finally meeting his in earnest, leaving him no room to disapprove.
He inclined his head once, already aware of where the conversation had begun to turn.
"Aang still has feelings for her, does he not?"
Zuko's mouth gapes open a little, eyes widening in tandem, not expecting you to be so direct about it.
But then again, with how much he knows of you and has concluded about you, he should have guessed you weren't one to beat around the bush.
Zuko did not answer right away. He brought the glass to his lips instead, taking a measured sip before lowering it again.
"It is not my place to speak on that."
"No," you agreed with him, setting the half empty cup of tea back on the table, the crystal clattering onto the saucer.
"It is not. But I have no one else to turn to." Your admission tasted rancid on your tongue, yet you had no other choice but to be truthful.
"And I trust you to give me an honest answer."
That gave him pause.
He set his glass down with care, then moved.
The distance between you closed in a few steps, his presence shifting from across the table to beside you, his hand reaching out toward your cup without asking.
Before you could react, he lifted it, tilting it slightly, the remaining tea spilling onto the saucer below.
Your lips parted, words forming without finding shape, your attention fixed on the quiet audacity of the gesture.
Zuko did not look at you.
He reached for his glass instead, pouring a measure of wine into the now-empty teacup, filling it only a quarter of the way before setting it back in front of you.
The scent of wine replaced the fading warmth of tea.
Only then did he meet your gaze again.
"How did you meet Aang?"
Your gaze snapped to him, swallowing your previous complaints before even a single one could come out.
"He stumbled across our nation, looking for traces of Air Nomad artifacts." You answer.
"Is that the truth?"
Your fingers curled slightly against your palm.
"Why would you doubt that it isn't?"
"Because, that wasn't what Aang told me."
The words landed with force, calling you out on your lie.
Aang wouldn't have. Zuko was leering you into his trap, and even a falter along your face could give it away.
"I have already mentioned that I abstain from drinking. What is this?" you asked, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"In case you need it."
"For what?"
Zuko shrugs, his answer plain.
"Liquid courage," he replied.
"For what? I believe I asked a question first." You reminded smoothly.
"And I asked one in return."
"Which I answered."
"Not honestly."
You scoffed.
"It is the truth." Was your only comment before your gaze dropped to the cup in front of you, the dark liquid catching the dim light from the torches.
Then, your eyes lifted again, meeting his through lowered lashes, your expression tightening despite you faux smile.
"Are you curious about my life, Zuko?"
Zuko chuffs, mirth painted on his face as he bit back just a hard.
"Only if you are curious about Katara," he returned without pause.
"Please," you said, your voice flattening, "the information you have does not even come close."
"All information holds value, so long as one is willing to hear it."
"I could simply ask my husband."
"Of course," he said before ending his statement.
"...And I will be here when you are left unsatisfied."
He hadn't intended to make his words wield the double edge, but it was blatant and out in the air, compelling you to snap at him.
"Lord Zuko!" you gasp, rising from your seat in one swift motion.
Even then, even standing at your full height, he remained taller, his presence looming over yours even more so than it did before.
"I was told you spoke well of me when Sokka insulted my honor," you continued, your voice trying to remain hospitable despite the rage beneath it.
"It led me to believe we might form a decent acquaintance after how our last conversation ended. It appears I was mistaken."
Zuko lowered his glass, surprised at your outburst, although he didn't let it show.
"I did not intend to offend you," he said after a moment, his tone steadier now that he understood he had crossed a line with you.
You, who were still a stranger to him.
"One cannot help but be curious when a friend returns married."
"This is becoming repetitive," you let out a crude laugh. "You sound just like Sokka."
"I do not agree with what he said," Zuko answered, his remark unwavering, "but I do not dismiss his suspicions entirely either. We have no reason to trust you. Not after that night."
"What do you mean?" You caught it immediately.
He slipped up. Zuko stilled for a second, registering it to himself that he almost ratted himself out at that moment.
"Call it instinct," he said, correcting course without hesitation.
"I am simply looking out for my friend."
The emphasis settled heavily.
You stepped back from him at once, the space between you re-established in a single motion, your back turning to him before he could read anything further from your face.
"Good night, Lord Zuko."
You did not look back.
The door opened with more force than necessary, then shut just as quickly behind you, leaving the room in silence once more.
Zuko remained where he stood, his gaze fixed on the space you had occupied, unmoving for a moment longer, then, slowly, he exhaled.
A minute passed before he moved, lowering himself into the seat you had vacated, the warmth of your presence still faintly lingering against the cushions.
He reached for the teacup he had filled, lifting it without thought, and drinking from it in one long motion before setting it back down.
He had come too close.
The realization settled in as his hand came up to cover his eyes, his fingers pressing briefly against his brow. His breathing slowed, steadying, each inhale pulling in the faint trace of something left behind.
Your perfume.
It lingered subtly, woven into the still air of the room.
He did not notice when his hand lowered, or when sleep claimed him, his thoughts left unresolved, drifting out of reach one by one.
The wind was gratefully soft the next morning, brushing against your face in steady currents, tugging gently at the strands of your hair that had been carefully set by you an hour ago, lifting the edges of your attire in soft movement.
You stood on the deck, hands placed on the railing as you watched the nearing harbor.
You were about to meet Aang again and you had evidently dressed for the occasion.
Gone were the simpler fabrics from the night before, replaced now with garments that carried your upbringing in every thread. Rich silks draped around you, the shades of orange and yellow woven together with intricate embroidery.
Jewelry rested against your skin, delicate like most of your other trinkets, light blue stones set across your ears, your wrists, your neck, even within your hair.
The colors did not go unnoticed.
Zuko stood at a distance across the deck, his posture composed as he studied you.
His gaze had settled on you long before the ship had begun to slow, and it remained there still, scanning your attire like he had done the first time he met you.
Orange. Yellow. Blue.
The colours of the Air Nomads.
Or better yet, the colours of Aang.
It was intentional.
Zuko wondered if it was something you had planned before you joined him on the ship, or had his words trigged you so much that you felt the need to declare your standing beside the Avatar by a show of your clothes.
You hadn't acknowledged him all morning, only having offered him a 'good morning', your voice carrying none of the sharpness from the night before, yet you had not met his eyes.
And you did not do so now.
So he turned his gaze away as the harbor approached, the ship slowing down before eventually coming to a halt.
The descent from the ship was quick, the soldiers once again lining either side of the plank as you stepped down behind Zuko. The guards surrounded you both in practiced formation, their presence forming a boundary that guided you both, leading you forward through the path that had already been cleared.
You followed, Zuko, albeit, a few steps behind.
The irritation had not faded entirely. You could understand his and the others worry for their friend, but they had no business crossing the line with you on multiple occasions.
You still didn't know who displeased you more.
Sokka, who had berated in your absence, but had apologized somewhat earnestly.
Or Zuko, who had spoken it to your face (which on some level, you respected), but had yet to offer you an apology.
The displeasure lingered beneath your composure, and although you tired to conceal it, it showed in the way your gaze remained forward, never once shifting toward Zuko despite the proximity.
The palace gates opened before you, and the moment you stepped inside, everything else ceased to matter.
Zuko ceased to matter.
Because Aang stood there.
At the center of the place grounds, his hand was smoothening the fur Appa's head, the sky bison leaning into his touch. There was ease in his posture as he stood there along will someone from the Fire Nation.
Then he saw you.
His face lit at once, his entire presence moving with it as he straightened, his steps already beginning before his thoughts could catch up, each one faster than the last as he crossed the distance between you.
You did not wait.
The formation you were in broke swiftly, your hands lifting your skirts just enough to allow your steps to quicken, your composure slipping in favor of something far more genuine as you moved toward him.
You closed the space with the same urgency, meeting his halfway.
His arms came around you without hesitation, pulling you into him fully, leaving no space between the two of you. The force of it caught you off guard, your own arms trapped at your sides beneath his hold.
Your breath was caught in your throat for a second before laughter found its way through it.
"Aang!" you exclaimed, laughing as you struggled in his hold, wanting him to free your arms.
He did not let go immediately.
He pulled only back enough to see you, his hands shifting as one lifted to your face, his warm palm settling against your cheek.
"...You are a sight," he said, brushing his thumb on your skin.
His lips met yours gently, his eyes closing in the moment as you craned your neck at the notion.
He only pulled away once the others had caught up to them.
Zuko approached with the guards at his side, his steps slowing as he reached the two of you, observing the scene with an unreadable countenance.
Aang turned toward him, his arm moving easily around your shoulders to keep you close against him.
"Yo! Flameo Hotman!" he greeted, his tone bright as always, carrying his unfiltered tone that was never questioned.
"Thanks for bringing her here safely. I really owe you one." His gratitude followed smoothly, as you tried not to hide your face in your husband's chest.
Zuko nodded is head slightly in answer.
"You owe me nothing," he said. "It was no trouble to ensure her arrival."
His eyes flickered toward you for only a second which you did not meet.
"I will have her settled in her room now," Aang added, already shifting his weight, his attention returning fully to you.
Just like that, one second you stood beside him, and the next, you were lifted from the ground, his arm sliding beneath your knees while the other supported your back, pulling you up into his hold.
"Aang!" you let out startled, your voice breaking into laughter at the suddenness of it.
"Avatar Aang, you have a meeting scheduled to—"
The Grand Chamberlain, the one who had been waiting for the Fire Lord's arrival along with Aang, cut through the moment, though it did not last long.
"Do not disturb the Avatar and his wife."
Zuko's voice followed, firm, leaving no room for further interruption.
The man fell silent at once.
Zuko's gaze shifted toward Aang then, giving a brief smile.
"You may take her. I will handle it."
Aang did not wait.
"Great! Take care of Appa for me!" he said, already walking away, light on his feet as his pace remained unbothered by the weight of you in his arms.
The palace was substantially more breathtaking than you had anticipated.
Your arms found their place around his neck, your fingers curling against him as you looked everywhere in awe. You took to admiring the grandiose walls, observing the ceiling and the symmetry of the torches.
Your earlier composure was entirely forgotten now that you were with Aang.
"How are you, my love?" he asked, making you snap your attention back to him.
"Were you bored without me? I bet you were." He laughed softly at the end of it.
For a moment, your mind faltered, and Zuko mattered again.
The memory surfaced uninvited at the word 'bored', the echo of last night's conversation returning where you had left it, Zuko's voice threading through it.
"It is boring."
"Careful. The city is a symbol of peace, an aftermath of years of war finally brought to justice. Your words risk diminishing the very foundation of what your hus..."
"...my friend has built."
All of that just because you spoke your truth? You pushed past the feeling, but you wondered how Aang would react to your answer if it had been him last night.
"I was bored out of my mind," you admitted, scanning his face as you spoke ahead. "This city life was not what I expected at all. Especially without you there."
Aang only hummed in response.
There was no judgement in his face, no edge taking over.
The absence of it eased something in you, the tension you had not realized you were holding loosened within your chest.
"I've barely even been in the city," Aang continued. "Most of the time, the house just felt empty."
His steps slowed slightly as he spoke, turning his face toward you again.
"At least now I have you to come home to."
He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours in a playful nudge that drew you swat lightly at his neck as you laughed.
"We're here!" he exclaims, pushing open the doors with his back and bringing you in.
And as Aang walked over to the bed in the center of the room, admiring the place as if he hadn't just spent most of his days there, your eyes were trained on him, gaze softening at realizing how far you had both come.
Finally reaching the bed, he gets onto the mattress before placing you down on the soft comforter, his figure looming over you.
He gives another kiss to your cheek before pulling away, getting off the bed as his hands reach for your feet that remain off the bed.
With swift movements, he removes one of your delicate footwear, as you finally look at the interior.
"This room is quite lovely." You remark.
"Your old one would've put it to shame," Aang jokes, placing your foot down to remove the other shoe.
"So...it seems they have been working my husband to the bone," you muse, leaning up slightly, supporting your upper body with your elbows to look at him.
"It's not that bad..."
"Aang."
"...Okay, yeah. It's kinda sucks."
You let out a soft chuckle at that, watching him as he lowers your other foot and gathers your footwear in one hand, walking toward the wall across from the bed.
"How was the trip? Did Zuko treat you well?" Aang asks as he kneels to arrange your shoes beside the vanity along the wall.
His back was turned to you, which you were are grateful for, considering how your reaction had nearly shown on your face.
"It was...fine."
Aang knew that tone. He turns around instantly, brows pulling together.
"Everything okay?" he asks carefully.
"Of course," you say with believable certainty, offering him a small smile before it fades.
"Can I ask you something?" you continue at once, watching as he walks back to you.
"Always," he says, stopping at the edge of the bed, your feet beside his thighs.
"Did the Fire Lord ever ask you about how we met?"
At your question, Aang brings a hand to his chin, looking off as he thinks before answering.
"I think so...Yeah! He did. Once."
"And what did you tell him?"
"I said I was looking for Air Nomad artifacts, and I came across your nation."
That's what you had said as well, which meant your instincts had been correct. Zuko had wanted you to slip up.
"Why do you ask?" Aang's question breaks you out of your epiphany.
"I was just wondering..." you trail off, your gaze slipping away from his.
"You're lying."
What is it with everyone calling you a liar?
"Did he say something?" Aang persisted.
"He just asked how we met."
"And?"
"And...nothing," you finish with a light laugh.
Aang doesn't take it lightly, ignoring your attempt to divert the mood.
"What did he say?" he presses, his voice lowering.
"Like I said. Nothing." You try to end it there.
"Fine. I'll just ask him myself."
Aang was done with everything. He already had to deal with Sokka once, now he did not want to go against Zuko as well.
It killed him how unwelcoming his friends were being, and it only made things worse that Zuko of all people, one that he didn't expect, one that had taken your side against Sokka, had potentially said something to upset you.
He turns, and you stare at his retreating figure in shock.
"Aang, wait!" you call, pushing yourself up fully as he turns back toward you.
"What?" he snaps, a hint of irritation slipping through.
You huff, trying not to roll your eyes at his childish behavior, even though you know others might just call it being protective.
"I haven't seen my husband for a month," you say, easing back onto your elbows again, eyes gaze narrowing with intention as you subtly tilt your head.
"Must we start with an argument? Hm?"
You hum at the end of your question, straightening your knees as you continued.
"I was hoping for something more...welcoming. After all, you did promise me something in that letter, didn't you?"
You were right.
He hadn't seen you in a month.
Aang stills, lips tightening as a blush creeps over his face.
He gives in, letting out an exhale as he walks back without another word, light steps bringing him to the bed again as he climbs onto it, leaning over you.
His hands coming up to hold your face as he draws closer and he kisses you, deeper this time.
His lips move against yours, your eyes falling shut as he pushes you onto your back, the mattress dipping under the two of you.
He pulls back, a faint flush settling over his face.
"We're still talking about this later," he murmurs, a little dazed.
"Fine," you grumble. "Now take off your shoes, Avatar."
Aang lets out a quiet laugh, already shifting back.
"Yes, ma'am."
chapter four
a/n: thank you so much for all the support you guys have been giving this story, it only motivates me to write more of it!
i wanted to use this opportunity to clarify that this story is not a polyamorous story. at least not yet. i do change my mind often for what works best for a story, and if I genuinely think i can make it work, i would be open to it. but so far, a poly relationship does not suit this story. i did think of it, but i can't justify why either of the two men would be okay with 'sharing' you. it is canon that zuko is a little possessive, and i just KNOW that aang is as well.
This fic is based off the vignette where Sebek talks about how he would court someone he likes, as instructed by Lilia. I actually think Sebek would be such a devoted lover once he found someone he respected and liked enough to to pursue romantically :')
Your relationship with Sebek went from zero to a hundred within the blink of an eye.
One week he's yelling at you for breathing too close to his liege, and the next he's escorting you to all of your classes like a gentleman. All while yelling at everyone else for breathing too closely to you.
Okay. Perhaps that is a slight exaggeration. But the point still stands that you have a sneaking suspicion Sebek Zigvolt has developed a teensy bit of a crush on you. You came to this conclusion based on two key observations.
For starters, anytime you make the offensive mistake of carrying your own belongings in his presence, he makes it a point to snatch whatever it is from you. Which, at first you tried to protest. A big mistake.
"I am perfectly capable of holding my own stuff, Sebek. You really don't have to–"
The words didn't even have a chance to leave your mouth before the bag was removed from your shoulder at a speed so alarming, you would almost think the bag carried a weapon and not two measly notebooks and a can of tuna you had found on clearance for Grim.
"NONSENSE." Sebek loudly declared, making several nearby students jump a mile high. Sebek carefully slung your bag over his own shoulder, all while glaring you down as if you had personally offended his entire bloodline.
"You need not burden yourself with unnecessary physical exertion! This is but one of the many duties any respectable knight should carry out!" He held his head high, clearly not seeing reason. He was being ridiculous, and you couldn't help but narrow your eyes at him.
"Uh huh... well, thank you Sebek. However would I have carried that incredibly heavy bag without the help of a strong, trustworthy knight? I may have threw my back out." Your words were laced with sarcasm, yet Sebek only took your words as the highest of praises. His cheeks dusted pink, and he immediately turned his head away from you so that you couldn't see the proud look on his face.
"Of course you would have! Humans are such fragile creatures, after all." He came to an abrupt halt as you reached your classroom, opening the door for you and ushering you inside so he could drop the bag off at your seat before rushing to his own class.
You tried to ignore Ace and Deuce's shit eating grin as they enjoyed watching you and your new personal escort.
"Right then! I shall return after class to ensure you reach your dorm safely. DO NOT TRY AND PICK UP THIS BAG IN MY ABSENCE, I cannot allow for your back to give way! In the meantime, study diligently." His gaze fell upon the two Heartslabyul first years, and with a clenched jaw he barked out at them "AS FOR YOU TWO– REFRAIN FROM DISTRACTING THE PREFECT WITH YOUR USUAL FOOLISHNESS."
And with that, he made his exit. Leaving you to sink further in your chair as the entire class silently stared directly at you with wide eyes. Some of them were confused, others were entertained, and the rest had half a mind to ask you to "blink twice if you need help."
Ace was the first to break the silence.
"Huh! I didn't know you adopted a new dog, prefect! Have you tried teaching him to roll over yet?" You elbowed him in the side, making him flinch back. "Ouch–! Hey, not my fault you managed to rizz up the weirdest guy in the whole school. You're probably stuck with his shadow looming over you for life now, bro."
"It is a little strange to see Sebek giving you royalty treatment. It's not as bad as he is with Malleus, but still." Deuce chimed in, looking at you with more sympathy than Ace had. Though, he couldn't help but admit he was also pretty amused by the entire situation. You let out a groan, dropping your face into your hands.
"I don't know what I did to get here. But can we just drop it for now? I need to focus on something else or my head might explode."
Deuce nodded, agreeing to your wishes immediately. Ace hesitantly dropped the subject, but he was going to make sure to mess with you about this for months to come.
You were so cooked.
The second observation was arguably stranger. And possibly borderline creepy, had it been coming from anyone but Sebek.
You began receiving letters. Handwritten letters that spoke of you as if you were an angel sent to Twisted Wonderland from the divine themselves. At first, you had your doubts that they were actually coming from Sebek, and you almost wondered if someone was pulling a prank on you.
That is, until one of the letters came with a picture. Of him...smiling?
Dear Prefect of Ramshakle Dorm,
Someone has brought it to my attention that you may not be used to recieveing a physical missive from the heart. However. Though I often speak my mind without second thought...for some reason, when I come face to face with your everlasting radiance, I almost find myself unable to express what I truly wish to say to you.
This is no excuse on my part. You are most deserving and worthy of high acclaim. I will do better from here on out to shower you with all the words you must hear about yourself on a daily basis. This includes topics on your emotional strength, your kindness and generosity, your breathtaking beauty. And... your courage. Which you often seem to doubt that you have.
You see, I always find it hard to believe that someone who demonstrates such remarkable courage would often diminish their own worth. Yet, you continue to surprise me. I have decided that I must take it upon myself to correct this at once.
Most mere humans cower away in fear when faced with the disasters that have begun taking place in this school as of late. However, In order to assist your peers, you have put yourself in the face of danger multiple times, despite your lack of magic at that! (Much to my immense worry for you.)
You have the commendable heart of a warrior. Not of a cowardly human. Please remember this when you are feeling less than what you truly are.
I shall begin to wrap this missive up. There is more I would like to say to you, but I know some of it should be said in person. Just know that I admire you, greatly. Far more than what may be considered appropriate.
Inside this envelope, I have attached a photo of my smiling visage for your viewing pleasure. Do with the photo what you will. And perhaps, if you wished to send a photo of yourself back...I would quite enjoy that.
From,
Sebek Zigvolt of Diasomnia Dorm.
Your jaw was practically to the floor as you read the letter to the end. You couldn't believe your eyes.
Sebek wrote all of this for you?! You didn't know he could be so...
Endearing?
You pulled the photo out of the envelope, unable to stop the snort that came out the moment you laid eyes on it. The photo was a tad bit stiff, but he held an honest smile in what looked to be a picture that someone else took for him. Did he have an entire photo shoot for this? The mental image had you wanting to double over in laughter, but you tried to compose yourself. He had pure intentions, after all.
You smiled fondly as you reread the letter, before grabbing your camera and stepping somewhere into the best lighting you could find in the dorm. You'd give him the photo he wanted next time you saw him.
The following day, you felt nervous as you walked side by side with Sebek to the cafeteria. Well... "walked" was putting it lightly. With the way Sebek stood with his back standing impossibly straight, and his eyes scanning his surroundings as if he was waiting for someone to jump out at the both of you with an axe... once again, you felt more like royalty being escorted by their trusty guard dog than a student walking around the school hallways with a friend.
You kept sneaking glances at him through the corner of your eye, hand fidgeting with the envelope you shoved in your pocket, that held the photo you took for him.
And much to your dismay, you heart had begun doing something very inconvenient ever since you read his letter to you the night before.
Because the thing about Sebek was that he never lied or played around. Sure, he may seem to exaggerate sometimes, but you knew him well enough to know by now that whatever he said was exactly how he felt.
"You appear distracted." Sebek brought you out of your thoughts with a voice that was oddly gentle coming from him. "If something troubles you, you need only to say the word."
"No, no. Nothing like that." You attempted to reassure him, but you could tell he wasnt buying it by the way his brows furrowed together. "Actually..."
You pulled out the envelope from your pocket, hand shaking slightly as you held it out to him. His eyes widened for a brief moment, looking at you with uncertainty.
"This is for you." He blinked, breath hitching in his throat as he slowly reached out to accept the envelope like it was a sacred offering from Malleus himself.
"For me?!" You quickly nodded, suddenly very interested in the patterns on the floor's tiles. He carefully began to open the envelope up, and you refused to look up at his reaction.
What if he thought it was strange? Or that you were mocking him? He was so sincere, what if you–
"I SHALL RUN TO DIASOMNIA AT ONCE TO HANG THIS PHOTO UP!" You jumped at his sudden declaration, eyes snapping to look over at him. He held a wide smile on his face, holding the photo of you up like he was looking at a priceless artifact instead of you smiling inside of your dump of a dorm.
He turned the photo around, reading the words you scribbled on the back.
For your viewing pleasure.
"You uh– you don't have to hang it up, it might cramp your gothic style and Malleus bedroom theme you have going on. It was just a silly photo–"
"You and lord Malleus both hold great importance to me. I will treasure this photo until the day I cease my breath." He cast simple magic on the photo to keep it safe, before placing it in the pocket of his uniform. You let out a sigh, shaking your head fondly at his nonsense.
"If you say so. Can I come with you back to Diasomnia, then?" You felt him stiffen, before he took in a deep breath.
"Though I would be honored to take you, I instead have a request of you." He suddenly appeared bashful, and your head tilted in curiosity as the tips of his ears turned red. "I originally wanted to wait until I could take you back to Brair Valley for this, but Lilia told me that he had a change in his wisdom and that there was no time like the present to do this...so, prefect...if you would meet me on the courtyard's bench tonight when the clock strikes midnight...there is something I wish to tell you."
You felt your heart flutter nervously in your chest, stomach twisting as your mind raced with possibilities of what he may say.
Was he going to...
"With that, I will see you tonight if you accept!"
And before you could reply, he was gone. Taking the photo of you with him.
By the time night rolled around, you were a wreck.
"You've been pacing for twenty minutes!" Grim spoke between bites of the discount tuna you gave him, watching you with an unimpressed stare. "You're makin me dizzy over here."
"I can't help it, Grim! Sebek will be here in just a few minutes. What if he wants to tell me all of this is over? That his letters to me were a mistake and he never wants to carry a book or bag for me again ever in my feeble human existence?"
"Listen up, henchhuman! I'm only gonna say this once!" Grim suddenly declared, pointing a paw at you as he stood up like he was about to give you a grand speech for a pep talk. "Take it from me, the great love expert! You're way too good for that guy. There's no way he's just gonna up and leave you, unless he just wants to die alone. If anything, you should tell him to give you compensation for your time."
You looked at Grim through narrowed eyes. "Love expert my ass! I'm not asking him to pay me for going out with him."
Your gaze shifted to your watch, and with a heavy sigh, you flick your hand at Grim, shooing him off. "Alright. Time's up. Go hide behind a bush or something and DON'T say a word, or set anything on fire unless you want to be scrubbing the campus toilets for a month straight."
"You wouldn't–!"
"Crowley would love to put you on janitor duty again. Don't try me." Grim heeded your warning, for once.
You sat yourself down on the bench as midnight approached, your hands fidgeting with each other as you attempted to calm yourself down.
You knew you were overthinking.
Sebek may be considered rude to those who didn't know him well, but he wouldn't drag you all the way out here just to say something cruel and hurt your feelings. You knew he wouldn't.
So then why were you so...
"PREFECT!" You flinched, the man of the hour suddenly appearing before you. You couldn't help but notice how...polished he looked.
Did he style his hair more than usual? And his outfit...
You had to try and stop the amused smile from spreading on your face. He really went all out for this.
"Thank you for accepting my request to meet me here tonight." He cleared his throat, taking a seat on the bench beside you, with enough space in between you for a whole other person. You opened your mouth to comment on it, but he continued speaking.
"As of late, I've been thinking a great deal."
"Oh? How dangerous." You shot back to tease him, which he decided to ignore. But not before throwing you an unimpressed side eye.
"For many years, my life has had a singular purpose. To serve and protect Lord Malleus. To become a great knight, so that I could protect Briar Valley." That much you already knew. It wasn't like he didn't talk about that constantly. "My loyalty to him will never waver, for it is my greatest honor to stand at his side." You nodded, and then Sebek's voice softened.
"However, recently...my attention became divided. I found myself distracted with thoughts and feelings I had never experienced before. And at first I thought I must have grown ill."
Your heart stuttered, urging for him to continue. His gaze landed directly onto you, and very cautiously, he slid one of his hands into yours. They were rough and calloused...as well as a bit sweaty from what you assumed were nerves.
"But then Lilia informed me that the symptoms I was experiencing was...romantic affection. Towards you."
"Sebek, I–" you couldn't finish your thought. In all honesty, you were speechless. Of all people you could pull in Twisted Wonderland, you never would have guessed it would be him.
"I will admit, I did try to correct these feelings. But I failed. The situation only worsened, and soon I felt consumed by thoughts of you."
"Consumed, huh? Is that why you started stalking me everywhere?"
"I– STALKING?! I WAS ENSURING YOUR SAFETY, HUMAN!" You let out a laugh at how flustered he suddenly became, and Sebek sighed. You were impossible.
"If that's what you wanna call it."
Sebek may have looked annoyed at your teasing, but the way his thumb tenderly brushed the back of your hand was enough to tell you that he didn't mind. He adored you, hopelessly so.
"I admire you." He spoke out. "I often wondered to myself how someone with so little power in this world could possess the strength that you do. Every day I see you doing your best, even when everything seems against you."
"And...?" You were beginning to get impatient, waiting for the words you so desperately wanted to hear–
"And. I love you, prefect." He finally ripped the bandaid off, and you swore you could almost cry. "There is no one else who could be worthy of my affections in the way that you are. I do not expect you to feel the sa–"
You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened, and you swore he looked like he was going to explode.
"I love you too, Sebek. Very much so."
And in the background, a very unimpressed Grim watched the scene unfold, unsure if he was happy for you or disgusted by all the mush he was witnessing.
He certainly wasn't looking forward to Sebek being at Ramshackle more often.
Dividers by priestboy
Do not steal or use my work for ai purposes. I will eat you.
Collection of Works featuring Brendon Park from the Pitt 🦈💗
Ranging from one shots to series.
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Gentle Hands & Gentle Hearts (Part 2)
What's Mine Is Yours (Part 3)
You Can Depend On Me (Part 4)
I Love You To The Bone (Part 5)
Home Is Where The Heart Is (Part 6)
Happy Just To Be There Holding Your Face (Part 7)
My Home, My Family, My Life, My Forever (Part 8) 💖
The Evans' Family Tree (Bonus Part)
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Lured By The Light: Brendon never anticipated falling so effortlessly in love. But with you. With all the consideration and care that you hold for him. How could he do anything but love you. In which each evening, as Brendon comes home late from work, you never fail to leave a light on for him. A symbol of your burning love for him. ⭐️
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-> Hooked On A Feeling: Wife!Reader, (Hook, Line & Sinker Part 2) Knowing what they know now. Everyone is completely stumped each time they see you and Brendon in a room together. Now all that's left to know is. How the hell did you manage to fall in love with Shark?
Comes In Waves: Curvy!Reader, Even the most confident of people can succumb to the festering insecurities that lie in wait at the bottom beneath the ocean of your thoughts. You are endlessly grateful to Brendon for loving you through it all. Even if you don't always love yourself.
Dazed & Confused: Domaystic 2026, Day 14: Startled by Sudden Appearance. The only one able to break your concentration. Is the very Shark of the hospital. Though he might strike fear into the hearts of the other staff, as they steer clear. In your eyes, it is a sweet and welcomed distraction. ⭐️
Bite Me: Domaystic 2026, Based on day 24: New Pyjamas. You had a little habit of buying nautical themed items. And now that included Shark themed pyjamas. And Brendon can't help but love you for it. Softening day by day from your presence. It certainly shocks a few of his colleagues to discover this new development in his personal life. ⭐️
Diving In: Domaystic 2026, Based on day 31: Going Home Early. You and Brendon simply needed a little push. A little nudge for your relationship to shift into something softer. Both unable to approach the idea of that. Who knew all it would take was a cold plunge to make you both see, perhaps there was a home to be found within each other's arms.
Of Sirens & Sharks: Police Officer!Reader, Dr Robby x Sister!Reader, A broken arm. An overprotective brother. Who simply wants to make sure everything’s in order. Who demands the best of care for you. Happens to lead you to a very handsome orthopaedic specialist… Who on any other occasion would have been annoyed with such a minor case.…but just perhaps. His annoyance dims when he meets you. The trouble is. Neither of you know how to tell Robby…
Amaryllis: Florist!Reader, Amaryllis: Symbolises pride, determination, radiant beauty, and unwavering love. The department learns that Park the Shark is enamoured and so deeply in love with the very florist that's wheeled into the ER in need of stitches...They also learn that she's his wife.
Throw Me A Bone: Forensic Pathologist!GN!Reader A startled meeting. A scalpel pointed threateningly at him. A strange encounter. Leads to many many more. Brendon Park is charmed by your odd nature, allured by your humour. And just perhaps. You develop a soft spot for the Shark. Chipping away at his steel facade, bit by bit, trying to find his funny bone.
-> Sensory Overload: (Throw Me A Bone Part 2), Forensic Pathologist!GN!Reader, In your search for caffeine. at least some coffee that's a little more decent than the one down in the morgue... It leads you to PTMC's most chaotic department. The Pitt. You're reminded just why exactly you enjoy the morgue. And they're introduced to the fact that you, the funny, the slightly odd- Mole of the Morgue... Is in fact dating the steely eyed, intimidating, menacing- Park the Shark.
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I know people have already talked about the chapter 89 hug but it gets me because it's such a fantastically devastating visual microcosm of their relationship.
The interesting thing about this hug is that while it's a gesture out of relief (since they don't even know each other yet) it's very indicative of the kind of future closeness they'll eventually develop.
And yet, because they are hugging, they cannot see each other's faces in this scene.
I've seen quite a lot of discussion on the way Qifrey reacts to this hug, which is understandable, because it's devastating - he practically melts into a total stranger because he was "saved". He seems to be actually quite amenable and starved for gentle touch, it's the stupid tree that's the problem. But I haven't seen much discussion on Olly's face here. Dear god this poor kid looks almost manic. Look at him scrunch his face into Qifrey's shoulder. He’s okay! He’s okay because Qifrey’s okay! :(
Yet, when Qifrey yanks himself back out of the hug, neither of them are making anything close to these expressions.
All Olruggio sees is Qifrey's brief panic and then him throwing up walls again. All Qifrey sees is Olruggio's bright smile. And this colours the way they think of each other. Due to the repeated loss of his memories, Olruggio is under the impression that Qifrey will always pull away from him, that he is forever chasing his past. Olruggio has no context for why Qifrey does this, and he is forced to find roundabout ways to support him. Qifrey, meanwhile, thinks of Olruggio as the kindest person he knows - and yes, he is very kind! But Qifrey, too, is missing important context here as to Olruggio's safety-oriented and conscientious mindset. Qifrey is forever questioning Olruggio's steadfastness towards him and never getting a clear answer.
Slipping into slight theory time: due to the nature of Olruggio's backstory being shown thus far only through a vague nightmare sequence and not one, but two other character's backstories, it is my current belief that he never actually did talk about what happened in Noz to Qifrey, or anyone really, in any direct way. I find it hard to believe that Qifrey wouldn't at least know of the incident, but Olruggio's attitude, both as a child and adult, strikes me as someone who decided "well, it's in the past, so why bring it up?" mostly because he just really doesn't want to think about it, and would rather work on never "failing" people ever again. [In this way, it would be interesting if this was confirmed because Qifrey is insistent on laying his past to rest to allow himself to move forwards, whereas Olruggio is just like. Okay. I'm just gonna tuck that into a dark corner somewhere. I am a fine and normal witch.]
The thing is, it's not like either of them are entirely unaware of these hidden sides of each other. They're too close, too observant, and they care about each other too much not to. We know Olruggio watches Qifrey carefully, tries to help him in the ways that he can. He knows when something's up, he just doesn't know what he's allowed to do, or what he's allowed to ask. This is made clear as early as the snugstone introduction - he doesn't know why Qifrey isn't resting well, but he sure does notice that he isn't. Olruggio has become increasingly indirect as they age in his attempts to provide support.
But even young Qifrey, who had to relearn social interaction basically from the ground up, pauses and stares when Olruggio has these non-sequiturs like "it's really easy to die out there" or "there are lots of things that can kill you", etc. Now, Qifrey also had very little context on what's normal and what isn't, but all the same, he clearly noticed that some of the things his new friend said were a little odd. It's very likely that he just, again, didn't know what he should or shouldn't ask, and when he finally does try to ask why Olruggio is helping him, he never actually gets much in the way of elaboration (perhaps Olruggio believes it should be obvious? perhaps he sees nothing special about what he does for him - that it's just what he ought to do for a friend. perhaps there's more to it we've yet to understand ourselves as readers.). As an adult, Qifrey continues to question why Olruggio goes so far for him; downplays the net positive effect he's had on Olruggio's life because he's so wrapped up in his own guilt and perceived selfishness.
Neither of them would want to overstep after all. They just want to keep holding onto each other - but the nature of the curse necessitates secrets between them. It's because they're close, because they love each other, that they cannot see each other clearly.
And so Olruggio knows Qifrey appreciates him, but he does not see the full extent of how at ease he makes Qifrey feel. Qifrey knows Olruggio cares deeply about him, but he does not see the full extent of how much Olruggio's well-being is wrapped up in his own.
💋 hey lovelies! 18+ only for this one. Take a deep breath, pick the pile you’re drawn to, & see what it has in store for you ✨
O N E ( FALLEN ANGEL) -
Its like what’s gotten into you ? in the best way possible! it seems that you’ve stepped out of your traditional methods sexually, While life has kind of been “lonely” lately thus invoking self exploration and discovery. There could have been separation just recently. potentially a “break” from official relationships which truly anchors the energy of personal exploration at this time! in this sense masturbation has been your shit lately… its pushing and encouraging this bright aura rooted in complete physical and emotional confidence that you weren’t tending to prior. you’ve been learning to be a lot more patient with yourself and your body so im getting the sense that edging has been not only something you’ve grown to love but a factor in how patience manifest in your sexual life. It has you speculating about what your looking for sexually , perhaps something with no clear strings attached
Externally your sex appeal screams Raw!
you may be holding off on makeup or just a heavily beat face and thats seen as a classic example of sex appeal for those who percieve you. you not having to do much to be breathtaking is so damn sexy to people. There is an independence In how you Carry yourself .. its not loud or boastful but a silent weapon of yours. Honestly Thats such a sexy trait and it absolouley enhances your sex appeal , specifically at places where help is usually the norm. You seem to catch on pretty quickly to vibes and energy, yet another trait you carry that emphasizes your sexual appeal as it’s very intuitive !! I want to also mention you may be a pisces , cancer or scorpio carrying a natural alluring heavy water energy.
I dont know if you have been practicing or what but the way your body moves is hypnotic … it has the power to elevate your sex appeal a bunch !! Some things just come very natural to you pile one.
what one may abandon the next may find treasure ! You were never casted out , more like an adjustment to who actually deserves your energy. Just a slight lane switch
A VERY NECESSARY ONE
Random messages :
⁃maybe not the biggest fan of condoms or barrier methods In general
( please always stay safe my loves <3)
⁃3 sides to a story
⁃Tik Tok (story time )
⁃Power
⁃Lineage
⁃Debates
⁃Ying & Yang
~𖥔☾𖤓☽𖥔~
TWO ( FORBIDDEN FRUIT) -
Trust is a huge thing for you and with that comes what I would call a “security system” There is some past trauma as the derivative, but I think thats for another time.
I do see it plays a huge part in the concealment of who you are sexually !!! There is an aspect of mystery to you which sets your sex appeal a blaze even though its truly not intentional. you are someone who may choose to internalize your sexual desires , I hate to say it but those you come in contact with romantically can sense that there is an overflow of feelings and potential sexual frustration. Believe it or not your sex appeal is heavily based on what you may not see as appealing personally! Which can stir up some confusing emotions about how to develop your sex appeal in general. A lot of times mental alignment has to be there for you to sexually reveal these parts of yourself. Your appeal speaks but its not beaming magnetism …its screaming comfort and trust! its almost like ↓
“ if your into me sexually can you manage what comes with me in my entirety?”
This is energetically starting to feel deeper , showing that when or if someone gets close its a hit or miss ! Either there running from realness or over sexualizing your frustration! There are parts of you to be discovered under the trauma that has been selfishly taking over who you see yourself to be. Mirrors are blurred and you know what … thats okay for right now. Its protection in an odd disguise.
Random messages
-Access
-One of a kind
-Old lovers
-70s (that 70s show )
-Summer fling
-In the darkness
-Huge couch
-Conceal
~𖥔☾𖤓☽𖥔~
THREE (THE MUSE) -
Omg your coming in HAWTT!!
You as a whole, its literally you.
Your sex appeal is natural , not forced, very very inspiration based.
People may truly use you as Inspo ! im seeing Pinterest , twitter… you appeal to more people than you think. Which Is so attractive. you are a humble person inately so it all just radiates off of you! your a teacher in bed… and I dont think you mean to come off that way but you take intative to set the tone leading to a “do as I say” interaction . Unlike the rest of the piles you have a sex appeal that may start while in a sexual energy or simply an initimate time. Your sex appeal especially right now is rooted in pure curiosity
for example : How being inside you may feel & how your pheromones and the fragrance you wear have successfully merged so you have a signature scent that actually solidifies into a memory , a fantasy if you will. You make those you want curious .. i can hear the lyrics
“One kiss is all it takes
Fallin' in love with me
Possibilities
I look like all you need .”
Your a flirty but smooth individual and thats just the start of your sex appeal. Sex with you can truly go on for some time your not one to hold back and or give up quickly.
Random messages
⁃A letter to you
⁃Beauty & the beast
⁃One night stand
⁃Breakfast in bed
⁃Roadtrip
⁃Virgin hair
⁃Venus
⁃Alani
⁃Jet black bob ( haircut )
~𖥔☾𖤓☽𖥔~
FOUR ( THE SIREN) -
Knowing what you want is like a blessing and a curse for you , I can sense that you are looking for someone or something that suits your needs the best. You have a really dope & unique fashion sense and your wardrobe is a clear key to your sexual appeal ! You were absolutely blessed with an intriguing body and shape. It really does a lot of the heavy lifting physically in regards to sex appeal when in public. when one gets to know you is when the appreciation for who you are outside of your physical body comes into play!! Your also very easy to talk to doesn’t seem like you judge people aggressively or out of nowhere which is emotionally sexually attractive to people! You got a bunch of people that would love to spend time picking your brain about the world ,the cosmos , conspiracies , films etc ! You really do appeal to people emotionally and intellectually which really turns those with depth ON !! My love , you have so much substance to you the sexual appeal goes crazy in this pile . Its coming from your mentality and the way you carry your personal morals and pride. I do want to say that those who have been with you sexually will never ever forget how wet things got! With you its a MUST that your penetrated way beyond actions! When everything aligns its pure bliss to you.
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༉‧₊˚. welcome to this in depth pick-a-card slash pick a crystal. let the right card sing to you like a song ੈ♡˳ here’s what we will tackle: who is in your soul family, where are they, any other info about them, & confirmations
⋆｡˚ ꕥ rose quartz
who ꕥ
your future friends & soul family are people who are quite “apparent”, they could be obvious influences in their environments, be of a popular/well-known nature, and are successful leaders of some sort. these individuals are quite well liked and also needed in their community. they’re the ones you see running around getting the job done, and to most people, they seem nearly perfect. like idealistic? they seem very secure in their skin and comfortable financially, but you will sense there’s something beneath the surface to them. they’re more elusive, and profound, and besides the thing they’re known for, there’s something they care deeply for but hide from the public. they don’t realize it is a special quality of theirs. you will help them be more comfortable in sharing that talent or interest of theirs. one person is standing out with strong water sign energy, feminine-leaning, older than you. this person can juggle a lot of things and partake in many fields. your relationship to your family will start off intuitively(*note after i finished your reading, i found it interesting that i accidentally wrote family and not soul family? i think that someone here has a person in their blood family that belongs to their soul family too OR someone in your soul family could physically look related to you! note end*): you’ll recognize something in them that is really mystical and unique. you won’t perceive them the way that everyone else does, you see the truth about them. you see beyond. you will want to nurture them or show them a path in some way, perhaps when it comes to deepening their spirituality. your relationship to your soul family will be strong, like you will feel easily passionate about sticking together through the thick and thin, no matter what. you will share many traditions, and i see you guys developing inside jokes and fond memories with one another suuuuper quickly. your connections to your soul family will help strengthen your bond with other people/birth family. expect lots of unique conversations that run deep and stay with you.
where ꕥ
whenever you make a wish upon them to show up, they will show up. the cards are literally indicating like “whenever you want me, i’m right there!” this is interesting but for a lot of you… you may have a very large soul family! so much so that wherever you turn, and you find yourself asking for your soul family, you will magically manifest an interaction with them whether in person or online. i can see this being both a spiritual thing and a physical thing. for example, they can show up energetically by brightening your mood and giving you courage towards one of your passions. definitely also seeing whenever you’re in a period of or in the act of“cleansing”. actually, a good close example is spring-cleaning time! you’ll likely have some sweet, important interactions with soul family in the spring-time <3 (or, if you’re reading this in a different season, it’ll be whenever the next holiday season is around: halloween, thanksgiving, christmas, anything you deem a holiday). i can see your soul family being all around the globe and wherever you find yourself, they’re there. near you, always in reach. that “whenever you wish upon them” energy is really being highlighted. really getting online communities for you guys or technological environments or places that involve a LOT of speaking, presenting, and writing/words. also nature-heavy spaces, botanical garden vibes. green cities. park areas.
other info ꕥ
you don’t have to be in constant day-to-day communication with them. it’s not about quantity when it comes to how often you’re in touch with your soul family, for you guys, it’s about quality! people who you share deeply compassionate reciprocal feelings with, and who support you and offer you truly kind, profound words of wisdom. people who aren’t afraid to help you. that’s your soul family. a lot of people are willing to show up for you guys and hold you under their wing in some way because you both pick up on such a special… mystical… magic about each other (YOU are actually the one that lights up this spark, like a lighthouse that your soul family instantly awakens to!!). you and your soul family are always communicating telepathically/in the 5D through random downloads you get, random memories, random inspirations. they’re always talking to you. you and your soul family are meant to help enhance one another’s “soul gifts” and be in a leadership position together. you are meant to empower help inspire each other to work on what you really love and care about and how you want to imprint yourself onto the world. you guys specifically can manifest your soul family by working on your hobbies, passions, honing your craft, studying, developing and partaking in your interests.
confirmations ꕥ
right there by ariana grande
plant mom/dad
group projects/fun collaborations
botanical gardens
people who laugh at your “weirdest” jokes
king of cups & the world as signs of your soul family
as always with general readings, please discard anything that doesn’t appeal to your intuition.
⋆｡˚ ꕥ clear quartz
who ꕥ
i’m happy and honored to tell you that your soul family is quite powerful my group 2 ♡ you’re more than just friends. i know, it seems obvious because we’re talking about soul family. but it seems that the depth and importance of true connection and soul family does mean the same thing to you as it does to the other members of your soul family. i’m sensing the energy of quite well spoken people, or people who can articulate spiritual concepts and wisdom quite well and quite universally. these are people who can cultivate a sense of understanding between communities and act from a place of love and highest truth. these are people who have worked on themselves or are more than willing to improve themselves in order to live a happier life and treat others better too. virgo, fire, pluto, air in the big three may be significant for your soul family. this is wonderful energy. your soul family is a group of truth-seekers. soul searchers. people who actively look for like-minded souls to connect with on a deeper level, these are people who do subscribe to the idea of soulmates. i’m also seeing something about these people having very refreshing and special ideals that are quite radical. i’m also hearing that you and your soul family have such great BS detectors LOL. you guys detect fake from a mile away, not distracted or bothered by the illusions of the world. i am getting quite esoteric, spiritual, and free-thinking vibes so i wouldn’t be surprised if the people that are a part of your soul family do something spiritual/hollistic/esoteric for a living and actively practice it and make it a large part of their life. i do want to mention that one particular member of your soul family was excited to reveal themselves, so i think they are the first one you meet. this person is the type to help clear up confusion or misunderstandings between people or offers you massive, eye-opening clarity about your life. they are likely a fire sign OR help awaken your fire energy (life spirit, passions, creativity, joy and color of life, freedom). i have the word conviction showing up TWICE for this “ace of swords” person which is so cool! this shows me that this particular person is a someone who firmly holds their beliefs and is very opinionated. they are protective of their goals. leo mars, sun in aries could be important placements. then, there are two people in your soul family that came together? either they were already friends or i’m strongly getting siblings or even cousins OR you three met on the same day then you all welcomed each other into your lives.
where ꕥ
during travel. or during profound inner discovery. during an awakening where you are more honest and open about who you currently are. wide open, large spaces. near your home. through mutual friends or at a friend/acquaintances house. city/town with a body of water. i can see you meeting great friends in places like national parks or somewhere with a great view. you know like those places like the grand canyon or the north pole or a tropical rainforest, something grandddd like that. through a sibling or a sibling’s workplace. a place where you feel like you blend in well and like you belong, a place that feels like home and that you love visiting and genuinely enjoy going to. it’s literally like a second home. home vibes are so prominent and i love it because the card you picked at the beginning talks about a longing for home and homesickness, so it’s definitely at a place where you finally feel that sense of belonging T_T definitely a place where water is highly significant. a river, lake, etc.
other info ꕥ
i was hearing that you guys can use clear quartz when you’re out and about and want to find your soul family or manifest true friendships. clear quartz is an amplifier so let’s say you’ve already met some people who you really feel like you connect with, using that clear quartz may help you feel more open and receptive to the energy of soul family & friends <3 i do believe that the ace of swords person i was talking about earlier is a romantic partner for some of you, that’s your confirmation that your partner will be a part of your soul family / is a soulmate rather than a happenstance connection that’s new in this life. you guys are my pile 2 and there’s a lot of love and harmony and softness to the role you play in your soul family connections, i’m seeing that you will learn how to be open and compassionate for many kinds of people and in turn heal so much within yourself through your openness to others. if you’ve dealt with difficulties relating to trusting yourself, the universe, and others, your soul family will greatly soften and ease that healing for you, and it will become quite clear to you. like receiving a sudden revelation about someone, or suddenly feeling like a difficult connection has gotten easier out of the blue. these are signs that you’ve met your soul family. you will start to attract even more desirable opportunities and things when you’ve met your people because their presence offers you a somewhat safe space to begin to bloom, open up, and realize that it was never about changing yourself or improving. just being. showing up. doing your best. and remembering who you’ve been and care about being all along. trusting in your heart.
confirmations ꕥ
fire signs
christmas time
green-red colors
fundraiser
letters P, H, C
ace of swords
DKDK by fromis_9
48
the way you make me feel by MJ
unwritten by natasha bedingfield
dancing queen by ABBA
straight up by paula abdul
as always with general readings, please discard anything that doesn’t appeal to your intuition.
⋆｡˚ ꕥ blue lace agate
who ꕥ
your soul family is best characterized by a sense of wanting to and always choosing the brighter side of life, because you all know that life isn’t worth it without optimism. these are people who in their hearts, carry the idea that the glass is half full, there is always a silver lining, and an acceptance that happiness would not exist without sadness. “the grass is greener on the other side.” there’s something philosophical about your soul family, i’m particularly thinking of the yin-yang chinese philosophy (taoism). your soul family loooves talking about deep subjects and things that excite them. they just love going after what makes them happy. if going to the grocery store at 3am sounds fun, they will do it. if playing a silly drinking game sounds amusing in the moment, they will propose it. these people are all about the fun and enjoyment of the pleasures in life. very likely good-eaters/foodies/people who love getting around and experiencing as much as possible. your soul family loves to go out or bring the party to their home in some way. while not everyone of you here will have some loudly expressive party animal types in your soul-family, they’re definitely people who just value joy as a whole and care about enjoyment, laughter, celebration, and being tuned into the goodness of life. your soul family doesn’t let the bitterness of others get to them, and frankly, could get quite annoyed at people who are always sulking, brooding, and being pessimistic. they understand the pain which is why they don’t advocate for dwelling in it and try to emphasize the importance of keeping your chin up. your soul family is quite fair-minded and cares a lot about humanity and being a positive impact to others and spreading a larger message to the world. they could be very good at sharing their ideas in a way that everyone can agree and come to a harmonious conclusion. there is so much happiness to be experienced with your soul family, you have no idea. these people will just love being around you and wish to revel in life. they will always want to be as free as possible, even if circumstances are difficult. they carry so much strength in their heart, and will always inspire you to do the same. these are the kinds of people that show you things don’t have to be perfect or even favorable for you to still find a way to enjoy life. as you get to know them, you’ll see so many things about them that you got completely wrong. they seem so carefree and happy, you had assumed their joy was fed to them with a silver-spoon. but goodness. that was a mistake. your soul family has experienced “the worst of the worst” is what i heard. and somehow, picked themselves back up. i just heard one of your soul family members come through and make such a funny remark but it came in so quick, it was something amongst the lines of “fuck if i’m gonna let *X* get me down!”. they’re so determined to have a good time and work on themselves and do everything they can to be fulfilled. they don’t give up. your soul family will never get tired of encouraging and uplifting the human race.
where ꕥ
this is so funny because it’s so contradictory but you’ll likely meet your soul family in calm, quiet spaces. almost like it’s places where you both can’t quite bond as loudly or be as expressive as you’d like to be, which in turn forces you two to want to get to know each other outside of there and match your freaks LOL. you’ll very likely be of the same culture as your soul family or atleast have a super similar upbringing or family dynamic. you’re likely to meet them in a space that you have to visit habitually or that has a kind of dull/uninspiring vibe to it lol. it’s funny but it could even be a public bathroom. a post office. work. doctor’s office. i was getting a library before. the DPS. things of that nature.
other info ꕥ
your relationship to your soul family will involve a lot of decision energy. like changing/opening/expanding your mind to ways of being and understanding that you hadn’t previously considered or wanted to ignore. if you guys consider yourself to be stubborn people in a more negative way, your connection to your soul family will definitely heal that and show you the way in a more growth oriented way rather than a reprimanded way. i can see you being like “wow, thank you for finally showing me something that no one else ever knew how to teach me and help me with without getting upset or giving up.” there’s one thing for certain about your soul family — they don’t give up easily. they’re so damn ambitious and strong, and they would love to share that energy with you and help you realize your own inner strength and potential. i also just heard that some of you may share a similar name or even last name with someone in your soul family. or same initials, like you’re both A. G or smth. i see such a nice balance of feminine and masculine energy in your soul family. for those of you who are calling love in, your future spouse is coming through here to say that whenever you meet your soul family, they’ll be right there. it’ll feel like a brand new, exciting connection filled with this crazy world of new things and beginnings. also i keep getting this but you and your soul family have a great sense of humor and your shared jokes and laughs will be INSANE. i was chuckling earlier with the energies and i genuinely feel like your friends can make anyone laugh or smile.
confirmations ꕥ
upside down by diana ross <3
autumn breeze
same culture
cultural dishes
similar initials/names
♪♪ ain’t no mountain high enough <3
library📖📓📔
nature involvement
moon in libra
as always with general readings, please discard anything that doesn’t appeal to your intuition.
praying for all of you and your soul family, sending you all so much love & light! thank you for allowing me to read for you guys, take care ☁️♡
