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darkforestfae-tea · 4 months ago

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𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐌𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲!

Mabon marks the Fall Equinox! Typically observed on September 21 in the Northern Hemisphere, Mabon spans from September 21 to September 29. It is a time of balance, when day and night are equal in length, symbolizing harmony and equilibrium. Many cultures celebrate this period as a time of thanksgiving and reflection, honoring the bountiful harvest and the changing of the seasons. Traditional festivities might include feasts with seasonal foods like apples, pumpkins, and squash, along with activities such as gathering with loved ones, giving thanks, and preparing for the colder months ahead.

People often take this opportunity to connect with nature, perhaps by taking walks in the crisp autumn air, collecting colorful leaves, or setting up altars with symbols of the season. It's also a time for introspection, to consider what has been achieved over the past months and to set intentions for the future.

In modern times, Mabon encourages a moment of pause in our busy lives, reminding us to appreciate the abundance around us, to cultivate gratitude, and to seek balance in our own lives. Whether through quiet reflection, community gatherings, or simply enjoying a warm cup of cider while watching the leaves fall, Mabon offers a beautiful reminder of the cyclical nature of life and the ever-present opportunity for renewal and growth.

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This post will consist of several sections:

Correspondences

Activities

Common Rituals

Broom Closet

and more! Ready to begin?

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𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼:

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Animals:

Coyote

Blackbird

Owl

Goose

Stag

Squirrel

Wolf

Symbols:

Cornucopia

Pentagram

Herbs:

Rosemary

Safflower

Thyme

Rue

Rose Hips

Marigold

Saffron

Dried Apple

Oak Moss

Crystals:

Amber

Amethyst

Tiger’s Eye

Citrine

Garnet

Peridot

Yellow Topaz

Ruby

Decor:

Apples

Autumn Leaves

Acorns

Animal Bones

Sunflowers

Pine Cones

Gourds

Balance Scales

Harvest Foods

Pomegranates

Grape Vine

Themes:

Harvest

Gratitude

Balance

Reflection

Shadow Work

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𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓼:

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-Adorn your space with seasonal fruits and vegetables, such as pumpkins.

-Reflect on what the summer season revealed to you about yourself.

-Create an "I let go" list of things you wish to release from the summer.

-Simmer cinnamon to attract abundance.

-Establish your goals for the Fall season, which extends until December 21st.

-Ignite a candle and meditate to catch a glimpse of what the upcoming season holds.

-Tidy up and declutter your home, then pass a cinnamon broom for abundance.

-Indulge in a flavorful spiced tea or coffee. Savor each sip. Take a moment to reflect on your blessings and what you are grateful for.

-The Fall Equinox is on September 22nd at 9:04 pm (EST). Set a reminder and declare, "This season will be my best one yet."

-Trim your hair to release old energy.

-Recharge by visiting a pumpkin patch, farmers market, or spending time outdoors.

-Place an apple beside a coin for good luck and prosperity.

-Create a besom and utilize it to cleanse your home of negative energies.

-Create your own custom Mabon Incense mix.

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𝓜𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓽

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This list is for those witches who may still be in the closet. These activities can pass as “Autumnal Activities” to others! Here are some subtle yet enchanting ways to celebrate your craft:

Nature Walks: Collect leaves, acorns, and other natural items to use in your spells and crafts. It’s a great way to connect with nature and gather supplies without drawing attention.

Pumpkin Carving: Carve symbols or sigils into your pumpkins. Not only are they festive, but they can also serve as protection or intention-setting.

Candle Making: Create your own candles with herbs and essential oils. You can infuse them with specific intentions and use them for rituals later on.

Baking: Make seasonal treats like apple pie or pumpkin bread. Incorporate herbs and spices that have magical properties, such as cinnamon for prosperity or nutmeg for luck.

Herb Drying: Harvest and dry herbs for your witchy cabinet. Hang bundles of rosemary or lavender in your kitchen to dry; it looks like you're just readying them for cooking.

Gardening: Plant bulbs or prepare your garden for winter. This is a great way to work with the earth and practice your green-thumb magic.

Reading: Dive into books about folklore, mythology, or herbalism. It’s a cozy way to expand your knowledge and connect with ancient traditions. (Kindle has a phone app, if you cannot have physical books)

DIY Crafts: Make wreaths, potpourri, or sachets with found natural items. These can be used for decoration or as part of your magical practice.

Tea Time: Brew different herbal teas. Experiment with blends that have magical properties to set intentions or simply relax.

Moon Watching: Keep track of the moon phases and spend time outside during the full moon. This can be a meditative practice and a way to align with lunar energies.

By incorporating these activities into your routine, you can celebrate your witchy side while blending seamlessly into the autumnal festivities. Happy enchanting!

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𝓜𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼

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Apples are a common symbol of Mabon/Autumn Equinox for many pagans, wiccans, and witches. They can be incorporated into many different kinds of spell work for abundance, health, renewal, planting the seed of an idea/intention & knowledge. Apples can be used in magick by cutting them in half horizontally to reveal the star inside. Spell ingredients can then be sprinkled on top. Other ways of using apples is to dry then to decorate your altar or space with. You can gather apples to return to the Earth by burying them to give thanks for the Harvest. Cooking with apples is a perfect way to celebrate Mabon. Whether you make a warm apple pie, a spiced cider, or a savory apple stew, these dishes can be shared with loved ones to honor the season. The act of cooking itself becomes a ritual, infusing each dish with your intentions and gratitude.

Additionally, apples can be used in divination practices. By peeling an apple in a single strip and tossing the peel over your shoulder, the shape it forms when it lands can reveal the initial of a future partner or give you insight into a question you hold in your heart. Scrying with apple seeds is another method; by placing seeds on a hot surface and watching their movement, you can glean messages and guidance.

Incorporating apples into your daily routines during Mabon can also help you remain connected to the cycles of nature. Enjoying a fresh apple as a mindful snack, reflecting on its journey from blossom to fruit, can be a simple yet profound way to express appreciation for the Earth's bounty. Decorating your home with apple-themed items, such as candles, wreaths, or even apple-scented essential oils, can further enhance the seasonal ambiance.

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓷

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Mabon, also known as the Autumn Equinox, is a significant festival in the Wheel of the Year, celebrated by many Pagans and Wiccans. The name "Mabon" itself is relatively modern, coined by Aidan Kelly in the 1970s, yet the festival's roots stretch back to ancient times. It marks the second of three harvest festivals, following Lammas and preceding Samhain. Occurring around September 21-23 in the Northern Hemisphere, Mabon represents a time of balance when day and night are of equal length. This event symbolizes the gradual descent into the darker half of the year, as the days grow shorter and the nights longer.

Historically, many cultures have celebrated the equinox with various customs and rituals. In ancient Greece, the festival of Eleusinia honored Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, and her daughter Persephone. The myth of Persephone's descent into the underworld and her eventual return is a powerful allegory for the changing seasons and the cycle of life and death. Similarly, in ancient Rome, the festival of Pomona celebrated the goddess of fruits and orchards, reflecting the importance of the harvest season. In the British Isles, the equinox was a time of thanksgiving and community gatherings, with people coming together to celebrate and share the bounty of the harvest.

Modern Mabon celebrations often involve giving thanks for the earth's abundance, reflecting on themes of balance and gratitude, and preparing for the coming winter months. Rituals may include offerings of fruits, vegetables, and grains, as well as meditative practices to honor the seasonal shift. Many contemporary Pagans and Wiccans also incorporate elements of ancient traditions, such as feasting, storytelling, and connecting with nature. Mabon serves as a reminder of the cyclical nature of life and the importance of living in harmony with the rhythms of the earth.

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩�� 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴. 𝘉𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

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monstersinthecosmos · 4 months ago

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Vamptember Day 5 - The Easy Cleft of My Mortality

{daughter - new ways}

Daniel swallows.

Maybe he’s had enough, but he claws at Marius’s shoulders, bites down again to tear the wound open deeper. The arterial spray hits the roof of his mouth and he moans in pleasure.

They’ve been doing this for a while now. Daniel knows it, like a secret that’s buried. He knows that the ritual is muscle memory now—the way Marius comes to him, he way he straddles Marius’s lap. Marius’s strong hands always settle on Daniel’s hips, and he always stares into Daniel’s face when it’s over. Always combs Daniel’s hair into place with his fingers after, and always asks him questions.

Daniel doesn’t usually answer. Usually slides right off of him, and goes back to sleep. Lately, he’s been staying awake longer. He’s spent some nights watching Marius paint.

You shouldn’t sleep all day, Armand told him once, and it had turned into an argument.

But he sees it in the visions. Marius scolding him for the same. Coming home at dusk to Armand in his bed, and none of the studying done.

Anyway.

No, the point is.

They’ve been doing this for a while, and Daniel knows he’s seen visions in the blood. Didn’t have the energy to understand, maybe. Stored them away for later, to make sense of everything.

So maybe tonight is Later. And he looks, really looks. Tears at Marius’s throat to stay there.

The memories are infused with Marius’s thirst. Years of little tastes, when he’d wanted to take Armand’s life so, so badly. Daniel can feel the hunger, the lust. The willpower, every time, forcing himself to stop before he took too much. And the taste of it, coating his mouth. How he’d pull back and just sit there sometimes, holding it without swallowing, savoring it until it just absorbed.

Something hideous about these visions, seeing Armand so ruddy and alive. It’s a series of grotesqueries, really, and Daniel can’t look away. Staring into them feels as important as the powerful surge of Marius’s blood, as important as Armand’s had been when Daniel was alive. He thinks maybe these days he lives for them.

The way he touches himself. The human smell of him. Cupping a hand around the healed wound on his throat as he masturbates with the other, his eyes half-lidded, color splotchy across his collar bones. Marius steps away, stands back, his mouth full of blood as he watches.

And what must it have felt like, finally? When he was feverish and dying, and Marius was finally able to take?

Perhaps how it felt for you, too, Marius suggests. He pets the back of Daniel’s head, and eases him away.

The room around them snaps back into focus. His bedroom in Trondheim—he’s not sure he knew it was Trondheim before, but knows now. More information he’d tucked away for later. Hadn’t mattered before.

Marius holds him away, a hand gently on his shoulder. Studies his face for a moment, then fixes his hair, like he always does.

It’s true, isn’t it. All those tiny sips, for years. Even longer than Marius waited.

Daniel can’t remember the last time he spoke aloud. Isn’t sure he remembers how. He thinks, if he were human, his voice would be rusted and weak, but the dark blood keeps him too pristine.

“Why didn’t you like him anymore?” he asks. Each word takes effort, and he feels them moving through, churning like disused gears, fighting their way to the surface.

Surprise dusts across Marius’s face. Eyebrows lift for a moment, and he settles back against the couch cushions, thinking about it.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Daniel,” he says softly.

The room spins and his mouth feels too heavy. His fingertips are numb.

“After you turn them. You don’t like them anymore.”

Marius’s head tilts to the side. His hand cups Daniel’s jaw.

“That’s not true at all. How could you think that?”

Daniel’s consciousness recedes. More things to store away, for another later. Running on muscle memory once more, as he tucks himself under.

“He used to be a person,” Daniel mumbles.

The room blurs. Everything looks red for a moment. Marius is speaking—Daniel sort of hears it. Sees his mouth moving, but everything is out of order.

That’s okay, maybe. He shuts his eyes, feeling for Marius’s blood in his body. Buzzing, beneath his skin, and if he focuses on the warm glow he doesn’t have to feel the pain caving in his chest.

Why didn’t you save him, then? Daniel thinks. His teeth chatter as the grief washes through.

“That isn’t so simple,” Marius says. His eyes narrow, trying to read Daniel better. “Are you all right?”

A wave of it rises again, in his chest. Punching the air out of him, and if he keeps talking he knows he’ll cry.

“I wanted this,” he says. His voices folds under the emotion, and his vision is red again. And Marius is sitting up straighter, reaching for Daniel’s hand. Daniel can hear the heavy old heart beat a little faster. “I begged him for it. For years. And then he didn’t want me once it was done.”

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cabinetofquriosities · 1 month ago

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From Persephone, Part 1

Agatha x Rio || Warnings: Smut, abusive violence (parental abuse)

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Agatha splashed water from a rinsing bowl into her face, washing the remnants of slumber from it. She jumped at the sound of her mother’s voice. Newly twenty and she was still completely under her thumb. She threw her dress on and ran downstairs.

The house was a cabin like the rest of Salem, but more opulent than the average one. Evanora’s coven had taken the village over after the villagers tried and failed to destroy them. The trials had just opened the door to a war the other colonizers lost.

She found her mother at the bottom, dressed in silken robes.

“I expect you to wake with the dawn,” her mother said with a look of exasperation.

“I tried, but we spent so long at the ritual in the woods last night…”

“I do not wish to hear your excuses, child. Your instructor has canceled for today, so I will have you practicing in the fields.”

“Mother-“

Evanora held up a finger, silencing her daughter.

“You shall practice until every flower in that field has bloomed,” she said, “You are the reason so many have wilted already. The selfishness of your very being knows no bounds. Even your magic takes for itself. It is time for you to learn how to fix your mistakes.”

Agatha willed away the unshed tears in her eyes. Her mother, for as long as she could remember, hated the way her magic worked. She called her a succubus, a leech on the world. As a young girl child, a witch tried to attack her mother in front of her. A seven year old Agatha leapt in front of her, trying to protect the only family she had. The blast of magic hit her, much to her mother’s horror.

However, instead of it killing her, Agatha’s body took hold of it. It gave her a feeling of euphoria, drawing a stream of power from the attacker. Her purple overtook the other woman’s teal, burning through the connection until it reached her. The woman shriveled and fell to the ground as a grey husk. Agatha smiled at the feeling before seeing what she had done. Her stomach dropped at the sight of the dead, shriveled witch. She turned to the mother she had just saved for comfort, but Evanora pushed her back, sending the small child falling to the dirt.

“Stay back, you monster,” she hissed.

Her mother had never looked at her the same way after that day. Evanora had deemed her as being inherently evil. Someone who needed to learn to repress her true nature for the sake of being acceptable.

Now, even as a grown woman, Evanora was forcing her to train with the express purpose of reversing the way her magic worked. Every time she tried to infuse life into anything, she ended up draining everything from it. She left dead flowers, plants, and animals in her wake.

She walked out into the fields of flowers her mother nourished with her magic. Her mother, while she couldn’t create life, was able to encourage it to health with her spells and enchantments. The village learned to go from fearing Evanora following the trials to loving her when she ensured the growth of abundant crops.

Her magic bridged the gap between magic and non magic, allowing both groups to coexist. People now respected and relied on healers, divination witches, and protection witches to survive in their colony. Evanora always made it clear to Agatha that her deadly magic could undo all of that good will.

Agatha desperately wanted to be good. She wanted to help the village rather than siphon it of all life. Everyone, even her fellow witches, were terrified of her. They respected her mother and coven, but always kept her at arm’s length. Some nights, she considered leaving altogether for the safety of everyone within. However, Evanora made it clear that it wasn’t an option. She needed the Harkness line to continue. Since she was never able to have another child, that only left Agatha.

Agatha knelt down, finding one of the dead flowers. She focused, a purple mist forming around it. She pictured it regaining color and life. The flower crumbled into dust while the healthy flowers around it wilted and died. She sighed and tried again. And again. and again. For hours, she felt her frustration building, her mother’s voice in her head.

She failed again and rage bubbled up. A plume of purple smoke bloomed and took all life within its radius. For twenty feet in each direction, there were the ashes of beauty that Agatha ruined. She fell to her knees, planting her hands on the lifeless dust and began sobbing. Her mother was right. All she was good for was destruction.

Behind her, she could hear one of the lifeless stems crack, snapping her out of her misery. She readied a ball of energy in case the sound was a threat. Rather than some belligerent man or wild animal, it was a woman. She wore a long, tight black dress. Her dark hair fell to her waist and her eyes were painted with wings that looked like the glittering, starry night.

“Hello,” the woman said, snapping her fingers.

The orb of magic in Agatha’s palm was extinguished. Agatha looked panicked, unsure of what to do in the presence of someone who didn’t fear her.

“Who are you?” Agatha asked, looking up at her, her knees still in the dirt.

“That was quite the display of power,” she said with a smile.

“You… are not afraid?” Agatha asked with a shaky voice.

“Why would I be afraid?” She asked.

“You must not be from here. I am-“

“Agatha Harkness. Daughter of Evanora Harkness, the leader of Salem’s coven. Your mother is known as the ‘life of Salem’ while you,” she reached down and cupped her chin, guiding her to stand, “Are known as ‘the Death of Salem’.”

Agatha’s face heated as it was touched by this stranger. She felt hypnotized, gazing into her eyes and put under her thrall.

“How did you know-“

“I like to know the most powerful witches wherever I go. It makes my job easier when one of them begins to interfere in my work,” she said, her annoyance showing in a snarl.

“Is my mother…?”

“In a way, yes. She is depriving the universe of one of its greatest witches. Of one who can maintain the balance of life and death,” she said, playing absentmindedly with Agatha’s hair, twirling a lock around her fingers.

“Who?” she asked, not able to believe the obvious answer.

“You, Agatha. Your power is being smothered when it should be allowed to grow.”

“My… What? No…” Agatha stepped back, looking confused and suspicious, “My power is not one that is useful or desirable.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” the other woman said, “You gifts are enviable.”

“Look around you,” Agatha said, sweeping her hand to motion to the dead flowers surrounding them, “I kill everything I touch! My power is a burden. Not a gift.”

“It is simply misunderstood,” the woman said, reaching out and taking her hand in hers.

Agatha felt things that she was told never to feel for a woman. For anyone, really. Witches in her mother’s coven never married. They would deprive themselves to focus on the craft. Baby girls would be conjured through magic in their wombs, leading to men being irrelevant to the survival of their society.

Along with that was discouragement of relations with women as well, the act being seen as sullying the bonds of sisterhood. Whether it be Puritanical values or the coven’s strict beliefs, Agatha’s desire was something to be ashamed of. A blush rose in her cheeks as she looked down, trying to gather her senses.

“Scarlet suits you,” the woman said, cupping her burning cheek and rubbing her thumb over it.

“I-I am not… uh… Who are you?” Agatha sputtered out.

“Rio,” she said, her gaze traveling over every detail of her face, “The green witch.”

“W-What do you want from me, Rio?” she asked, finding herself leaning into her touch.

“Your power. Your presence,” Rio said, leaning in close enough for her breath to brush over Agatha’s lips, “Your companionship.”

Agatha’s heart was at a sprint within her chest. She was frozen where she stood, unsure of what to say. No one had ever wanted her.

“I… do not even know you. My coven… I cannot become anyone’s companion. Much less a woman’s,” Agatha said, trying to look away.

“Forget everyone else. What do you want?”

“What I want is irrelevant,” she said.

“Who told you that?”

“My mother,” she said without thinking, “Forgive me, I should not speak ill of her.”

“Why not?” Rio asked, “She does not seem like a pleasant woman.”

“She helps others…”

“She does not help you.”

“She tries to.”

“By berating you? By making you deny your purpose?”

“You do not know anything about our lives,” Agatha countered defensively.

“I know more than you think,” Rio said.

“Who do you think you are?!”

“Lady Death.”

Agatha’s blood ran cold. Her mouth gaped open as she realized that Rio was not just a green witch. She was THE green witch. The witch only spoken of in children’s bedrooms as part of cautionary tales told at bedtime. The keeper of the underworld and all of the souls within. The witch who existed long before humans came into being and would still exist long after they went extinct.

She lost all color in her face as she fell to her knees again. To speak out of turn to a higher witch was a huge transgression. To speak that way to a celestial being was unthinkable.

“Forgive me,” she said, hoping it would be enough to spare her, “I did not know.”

Rio reached down, taking her hand.

“Stand,” she ordered.

Agatha did as she was told, shaking in fear of what was about to happen. She was certain that whatever Lady Death had in store for her would make her mother’s punishments look like paradise.

“I understand. I insulted your mother and you defended her. However, loyalty is admirable, but misplaced. Someone who rejects you at every turn does not deserve your devotion.”

Agatha opened her mouth to argue, but found nothing to say in her mother’s defense. Perhaps Rio had a point.

“I will be back to visit you later. I am not giving up on you. I want to see you flourish,” Rio said, “In a way that fits who you are.”

Rio’s magic circled them. New plants and buds grew from beneath the ashes of the flowers. Verdant leaves and technicolor petals bloomed around them.

“Without letting the past plants die out, the new ones cannot grow. Your magic is a gift, Agatha. It allows nature to take its course.”

A purple flower grew from Rio’s palm. She held it out to Agatha, curtsying to her. Agatha smiled shyly as she took it from her.

“Until we meet again.”

Agatha found herself feeling lighter than she ever had. She playfully spun the flower between her fingers by the stem. She smelled it, the aroma matching Rio’s. She took care to tuck it away in her satchel before making her way into her house.

Once she was in her room, she took the flower back out, taking in its scent again. She thought back to the way Rio’s hand felt on her cheek. The way she looked at her was unlike anyone else. It was unbelievable to Agatha that Lady Death would endure her presence, much less curtsy to her.

For the next few weeks, Agatha would meet Rio at the edge of the fields. The fields went for miles and the other witch would appear at random places along the perimeter. Agatha would always feel a strange pull towards wherever Rio would be.

The two witches spent their time training. Rio would answer Agatha’s questions about spells and incantations while Agatha would answer questions about her day to day life. While Agatha was focused on knowledge and skill, Rio seemed more interested in getting to know Agatha as a person. At the end of each lesson, Agatha would leave with a flower that never wilted. A flower that smelt of Rio.

Agatha began learning how to control her siphoning abilities. She was able to drain half a tree before stopping herself. Even though it was not comparable to doing that with an attacking witch, it was a start. Agatha squealed and jumped up and down, never having taken pride in her own magic. Rio smiled more freely than Agatha had seen while watching the newer witch’s reaction. She handed her another flower bloomed from her hand.

“Good girl,” Rio said, the words making Agatha breathless for some reason.

“Thank you. For teaching me,” she said.

“It is my pleasure,” Rio said with a nod.

“I am not complaining, but why do you waste time every day on me?”

Rio cocked her head, looking completely stunned.

“I am not wasting anything. Agatha, I want to spend this time with you.”

Agatha took a shaky breath, her mind reeling as she found any excuse as to why Rio would want that.

“For my powers?” she asked.

“No,” Rio said with an air of offense, “Your powers are formidable, but I come here every day to be with you. Your distinct and wonderful spirit. In fact, your power is just a sign of something bigger.”

“What?” Agatha asked.

“This… it will sound mad, but I need for you to listen all of the way through,” Rio said, “I have walked this planet for eons with the knowledge that there was another half of me out there. It slipped from person to person, the power always the same. This same soul would never rest on the other side. It would be reborn with every death of its host. Just as I would catch up, it would escape me. The other hosts were either too afraid of the situation or would allow their own earthly personalities to hold them back. You, though. You are the home of this soul now. The soul of my other half. You are favorite form by far. You are intelligent, compassionate, strong, and devoted to those around you.”

“I-I am at a loss for words… Thank you. I am very fond of you as well. All of this seems so strange. What is my purpose in it?”

Rio took her hands in hers, holding them firmly.

“Every form of you had a chance to cross over, but it must be your choice.”

“Wait… do you mean… die?”

“No, no,” Rio said, “The opposite, actually. You have already died a million deaths throughout all of time. What you have the chance to do is to cross into the underworld as a ruler who keeps the balance, holding dominion over the dead. You will be reborn as an eternal being. I want you to be my queen.”

Agatha’s lips parted and her eyes were wide in shock. She could hardly process the fact that she was inextricably connected to Rio throughout time. She couldn’t even begin to broach the subject of marriage or queendom.

“I… do not know. Forgive me,” she said, shaking like a leaf.

Rio felt as if she had revealed too much too soon. She remembered getting so close with Agatha’s past selves only to have them panic and turn their backs on her. They had been the same soul, but molded by their environment and the experiences of their particular life. Celestial beings needed to work for their soulmates when those mates were trapped in the world of humans.

Rio’s sisters and brothers were engaged in the same struggle concerning their own fated loves. Adonis, the leader of human vanity and bodily health, had just lost the current version of his soulmate to a marriage to a man. He would need to wait until this vessel passed on and the soul migrated to another. Etheria, the essence of creativity and ruler of imagination, had lost her soulmate before she could even speak to her. The woman’s current life was ended when she was killed by a fever. Etheria now needed to find the new person the soul had reincarnated in and wait patiently.

Even if they found them, their soulmate would need to make the conscious choice to cross over to their kingdoms, often on another plane of existence where they would have an entirely new connection with humanity. They, in turn, would need to give up their humanity in order to become transcendent. That was a terrifying choice to make. It was so incomprehensible to mortal beings that it chased so many of them away.

Her siblings who had finally found and successfully wooed their partners had a wholeness and peace that Rio could only dream of. Each one had a soulmate whose power was the inverse of their own. Their magic complemented their partner’s in a way that struck a balance in their corner of the universe. The amount of time, effort, and pure chance it took each of them to find their loves felt cruel.

“Not to worry,” Rio said, “We have all the time in the world. Please do not worry.”

-Please don’t leave me. Not again- Rio thought.

She grew an orange and red flower in her hand and tucked it behind Agatha’s ear. Agatha was disoriented by the situation, but felt something undeniable when she looked into those dark eyes.

“I will see you again tomorrow,” Agatha promised.

She could see the visible relief in Rio’s form. As unbelievable as it all sounded, she knew what she was saying was the truth. A being this powerful would not show so much anxiety over the attention of a lowly human witch unless there was a reason like the one Rio had given.

Agatha also felt the unrelenting pull towards Rio. She had dreamt of those eyes since she was a girl. She had also dreamt of different lives. One as an artisan in Egypt. Another as a warrior in Greece. One in a nondescript savannah, living in a cave with some animal that had long since become extinct. She remembered resting beneath a leafless tree, her head resting on the belly of that animal, the two breathing in tandem before a shadow of a woman fell over her.

The woman appeared in each dream, but Agatha never remembered any distinguishing features apart from her eyes. As she woke each morning, the dream would sink into the back of her mind, fleeting as most dreams were.

Everything made more sense now that she connected the woman in front of her to the dreams that plagued her throughout her life. Regardless, it was not a clear choice for her. Even with her cruel mother and terrible reputation, giving away her place in this world was giving up everything she knew.

She squeezed Rio’s hand.

“Tomorrow when the first rays of daylight emerge. I will come and see you,” Agatha said.

Agatha leaned in, touching Rio’s face. It felt odd to be acting so familiar with her. She pressed her lips to her cheek, hoping it wasn’t too forward. Then again, the woman had more or less just proposed to her. Rio felt something come alive within her at the simple display of affection. She was more aware of her need for Agatha more than ever before.

Agatha took her time walking through the fields. She took in the smell of the flower, of Rio, as grass folded underfoot. She looked up at the sunset, wondering if she would ever have a better chance at happiness than this. In the distance, she noticed one of the younger girls from the coven sprinting through the fields toward her house. Her brow knit as she followed after, walking as the girl sped ahead.

Once Agatha made her way back, she saw the young girl standing next to her mother, looking pale and terrified. Agatha was used to the look of fear on the faces of others when she was near, but this was a different atmosphere altogether. The girl sprinted past her, running outside to return home.

Agatha looked up at her mother, unable to open her mouth to speak before a hand came down and slapped her hard enough to send her to the floor.

“How DARE you!” Evanora bellowed.

Her mother always had an edge to her appearance. Nothing about her looked welcoming or kind, but her anger transformed her into something absolutely terrifying. Her long grey hair was as wild as her eyes. Her fists were clenched by her sides, orbs of blue magic threatening to escape them.

“Mother, what did I do?!” Agatha whimpered.

“Oh, Agatha. You are many things, but you are not stupid. So, do not claim ignorance.”

“Of what? I do not understand!”

Evanora grabbed the flower from Agatha’s hand. She had forgotten to hide it away.

“All of those afternoons ‘training’ in the fields, you were just with some whore,” Evanora spat out.

Agatha’s heart stopped for a moment. How did she know? That little brat had seen them and told her.

“She was teaching me! I have been kept away from anyone who could help me learn how to use my power. Please, Mother! I speak the truth!” Agatha begged.

“USE YOUR POWER? You should be training to keep that power at bay! All it does is destroy. All YOU do is bring pain and suffering. I should have killed you the moment you left my body,” Evanora stated with a look of pure loathing.

Agatha’s eyes showed every emotion flooding through her. She was terrified and shattered all at once. However, she looked frozen to anyone who could see her, her face painting a portrait of pure devastation.

“Please Mother… I love you,” she managed to whisper out.

Evanora laughed bitterly before saying, “Evil like you could never know love.”

Agatha broke down crying, her face looking like that of her as a little girl. It was yet another instance of the familiar experience of being rejected by the one person who brought her into this world. However, this time was more brutal than those in the past.

“And the fact that you are out there gallivanting with some woman out there, perverting what is supposed to be sisterhood among our gender is laughable. You really think that anyone would love you once they see you for what you truly are?”

“I… I…”

“At a loss for words? Is your lying tongue now tied?”

Evanora took her by the hair and yanked her to her feet. Agatha screamed as she was roughly pulled up the stairs to her room. Her mother flung her down, raining more blows, even contributing a kick to Agatha as she was groaning in pain on the floor.

“You will never see that bitch again. Do you understand me, girl?”

Agatha wheezed for air, her entire body in pain.

“Yes, Mother,” she said, resigned.

“Good. You will stay in this room until I say you can leave.”

“N-no, please,” she whimpered, remembering times where she had been confined for months at a time, being intermittently starved and driven mad by the isolation.

“You should feel lucky that I cannot use my magic directly on you. You would not be breathing if I could. Here is your parting gift from your poor example of a lover,” she said.

Evanora crushed Rio’s flower and threw it on the floor. The destroyed bloom landed beside Agatha’s face, deformed but still alive. As the door closed, Agatha desperately tried to crawl towards it. She lost all hope as it locked and the enchantment surrounded the room. Anyone else could come and go as they pleased, but Agatha was trapped within its confines.

For several days, Agatha wasted away in her room. She was unable to leave for any reason. Her mother sent servants to bathe her once for “the wretched smell of my loathsome child”. She woke up to fewer and fewer books in her room, which were the only things keeping her sane. Her journals had not been found, but Agatha was too afraid of prying eyes to use them. She sat by the window, breathing in the scent of the undying flowers looking desperately for Rio. The aroma of those hidden gifts were her only comfort. As long as she stayed living, Rio had a chance of finding her. However, her hope waned as the days passed by.

Rio had been showing up at the edges of the fields for nearly three weeks. That first morning, she feared that Agatha had fled from her. She blamed herself for revealing too much too quickly. She found herself thinking of nothing but her as she spent her nights reaping souls.

Often, she would send fragments of herself to do the actual work of escorting souls to the underworld. One physical form could not be in so many places at once. She used magic and fractured herself into functional copies, all of them projections of the original. Regardless of this, she relieved some of them by personally attending to the dead to distract herself from the hole left in her life by Agatha.

As Death, Rio was accustomed to the rejection and hatred of others. No one enjoyed her presence. No one truly understood the need for an ending. Instead of seeing it as the culmination of the raw beauty and terror of life, the transformation into something pure, they saw it as annihilation. The hope that Agatha would see her differently slipped from her mind, leaving her numb.

After a long day of Evanora forcing Agatha to kneel on rice while reading from the coven’s writings, her mother instructed her to stand. Agatha cringed as she shakily rose to her feet, the dry rice embedded in her knees falling from small reddened indents. She was fed one meal that day which had been more than she had for the past six as well as being given a bath before her mother entered the room.

“Hand it back,” Evanora ordered, taking the books from her daughter.

She walked slowly around the perimeter of Agatha’s room as if searching for a weapon or a hidden familiar. Suddenly, she stopped short. Her eyes fell upon something red peeking out from beneath Agatha’s pillow.

Agatha’s heart dropped as she realized what she had found. Evanora ripped the pillow off to reveal a small pile of flowers. The same ones Agatha would hold to her chest and smell when she missed the outside world. The ones that held the scent of Lady Death.

Evanora scoffed, saying, “Are these enchanted? I know you could not have picked them since I have eyes on you every moment of every day. I assume SHE enchanted them since they are alive and not drained to dust.”

“Please…” Agatha practically squeaked out, her sorrow overwhelming her, “They are all I have…”

“All you have? You ungrateful brat. You have the Harkness title, but you continue to shame it with your malevolence and your foolish whims. You do not deserve sunlight. You do not deserve the spring breeze. You certainly do not deserve flowers.”

With that, flames sparked from Evanora’s palms. Fire engulfed the flowers, destroying them entirely. The ashes fell to the floor. Agatha ran her hand through them, mourning the final scrap of happiness she had.

Evanora then expanded her destruction in an explosion of magic with her as its epicenter. Though she fancied herself as not being emotion-driven, anger often took control. A tidal wave of magic swept across every field apart from her own, destroying the crops in their wake. Along with Agatha, the rest of Salem was now being starved.

Miles away, Rio felt a burning sensation rolling through her body. Something she had given life had just been destroyed. While this occasionally happened with vegetation she grew, this was something she had poured her heart into.

Agatha.

She needed to return to her. A plume of Green and black smoke surrounded her. She was transported to the doors of the Harkness estate. She could feel strong spells protecting it, but they balked under the power of Rio. She flicked her hand, causing the doors to splinter and explode. She was unsure if Agatha had destroyed the flowers herself or if someone else had. Her confusion was cleared up the moment she heart Evanora screaming at a sobbing Agatha who was begging her to just let her go. She had just assumed that Agatha had rejected her, not once considering she was being punished or even held against her will.

Rio saw red.

Evanora froze at the sound downstairs. She was about to open the door when she felt heat emanating from it. The door was set ablaze, falling away as a silhouette formed within the fire. A woman who was untouched by the inferno.

Agatha was standing again, backing up against the wall. She was terrified of dying before she could return to Rio, of being reborn in some unknown place where she couldn’t find her. Where Agatha wouldn’t remember her.

Then, she saw her. Rio was standing in the doorway wearing black silk that wrapped tightly around her body, starting in a hood over her head and ending just above the middle of her thighs. Her eyes were determined and deadly. Agatha had never been so happy to see someone so murderous.

“I missed you,” Rio said with a little wave of her fingers.

Agatha looked at her in awe, unable to respond in the middle of so much chaos. Evanora, on the other hand, had plenty to say. She whispered an incantation that extinguished the flames, the destruction left behind on the charred walls.

“GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOU HEATHEN!” she bellowed.

Rio simply smirked, calmly saying, “Make. Me.”

Evanora let out a roar as she shot every bit of magic she had at the woman. Rio stumbled back a bit, but easily deflected it.

“My turn,” she said, blowing Evanora into the ceiling with a sweep of her hand, keeping her pinned.

“You will NOT TAKE HER!” Evanora yelled.

“Oh, hush,” Rio said, turning to Agatha.

She is walked over to her, taking Agatha’s hands in her own. She saw the bruises, the black eye, the signs of malnourishment. She kissed her knuckles before letting Evanora go, dropping her like a ragdoll on the floor.

“Temptress,” Evanora said, blood dripping from her lips as she sat herself up, “Harlot…”

“Do you,” Rio began, turning to face Evanora, “Have any clue who I am?”

“You are the scarlet woman who is foolish enough to scrape the bottom of the barrel with Agatha,” she spat.

Rio’s eyes flashed with fury.

“Agatha is more consequential than you will ever be, you peon,” Rio said slowly and calmly.

“You really are quite stupid,” she said with a laugh as she stood on shaky legs.

“Look at me, Evanora. Look closer and tell me who I am…” Rio said, stepping toward her.

Evanora rolled her eyes with a sardonic smile. That is, until the moonlight that filtered through the window hit the other woman’s face. The light revealed the face of death, a skull in place of skin. A grotesque, bony smile. She fell back against the wall, her eyes full of more fear than Agatha had ever seen her show.

“Lady Death…” she whispered, “Just take her. Agatha has not deserved to live since the day she was born. Take her to the underworld, to whatever hell awaits her. I shall not interfere.”

Rio knew that once this bitch died, she would ensure that her afterlife would be worse than whatever humans believed hell to be.

“So quick to relinquish your only child to such a horrible fate. You truly are a waste of breath. To have a child like her and treat her like a demon.”

She stepped closer to the cowering woman.

“Oh, nothing to say? No more cruel words to throw my way? Let me explain just how much you have erred in your ways. Agatha is the fated leader of the underworld, along with me. She is the keeper of the soul that is connected to mine.”

“What?” Evanora managed to say.

“Let me restate it in more direct terms. You, Evanora Harkness, have hurt, starved, and tortured my queen. For that, you will not pay with your life, but with your afterlife.”

“No… I did not know!” Evanora yelled, “You must be mistaken. Agatha is not a blessing, she is a deadly curse!”

“AND I AM DEATH. So, I would say that we are very well matched,” Rio said, her unhinged side coming out.

“You do not know her as I do,” Evanora said.

“I know her better than she knows herself. One thing you certainly do not know is your place.”

Knowing she was already doomed to eternal torment, Evanora allowed a bout of madness to take over.

“If you want her so badly, let me help shepherd her to the other side,” she hissed, firing her magic at a support beam. The beam fell directly onto Agatha, pinning her beneath. Rio lifted it off of her, her face the vision of panic and concern as Agatha screamed in pain. She rested a hand on her torso, feeling the cracked ribs and sensing the internal bleeding. She would not lose her. Not again.

Rio leaned down and opened the front of Agatha’s nightgown, tearing it down to her waist. Without regard for modesty, she pressed her lips to the bruising skin. She lightly kissed along the exposed flesh, healing everything she touched. Agatha’s ribs shifted back into place, the bleeding within her body stopped. Her eyes opened, taking in the sight of Rio kissing along her bare front. She went from being broken and dying to the surreal experience of being healed by the intimate affection of the woman who had filled every one of her thoughts.

Rio stood, offering her hand to Agatha. Agatha took it and was pulled up to stand. She looked from Rio to her mother. She no longer showed any love for the woman who had just tried to kill her. Agatha’s glare was as full of hate as Evanora’s.

Agatha wrapped purple chords of magic around her wrists, flinging her into the wall. Evanora threw every heavy object she could get a hold of, using her magic for send an armoire, a chair, a bed at her daughter. Agatha managed to break or magically deflect each one.

When Evanora was about to use her magic once again to take down another beam, Agatha made a fateful decision. She rapidly moved into the path of the cerulean beam of her mother’s magic. Evanora’s spiteful determination morphed into horror as violet stretched over it. Her energy, her life force was painfully pulled from every cell of her body.

Rio watched Agatha, thinking to herself that she could never look more beautiful than she did right now wrapped in a purple glow, consuming the life of someone else. Agatha’s fingers swirled, extracting more power with their movement. Tears streamed down her face as she released all of the pain her mother caused her throughout her life.

Unable and unwilling to stop, Agatha drained every drop. Evanora was left frozen, her mouth stretched open in a silent scream. Her grey form was so dry and lifeless that it fell in pieces to the floor. Agatha watched both in horror and satisfaction.

Rio could see the gears beginning to turn in Agatha’s mind and refused to allow her to blame herself. She took her face in her hands, wiping salty streaks of emotion from Agatha’s skin.

“This was not your fault,” she said firmly, “This was survival. She wanted you dead. She nearly succeeded. You did what you needed to do.”

Agatha looked at the beautiful woman before her and then back down at what remained of her mother. She broke away, kneeling down to the pile of bone and dust. Reaching in, she took her mother’s locket, wiping every bit of her off of it. She put it on, wearing the heirloom in opposition to her mother’s wishes.

She turned and, in the dark, saw Rio’s true face illuminated partially by the light from the moon. She jumped a bit, signaling to Rio that she had forgotten to mask it. Before having a chance to, Agatha approached her, taking her hand in hers, cupping her cheekbone. Lady Death leaned into her touch. She felt more accepted by Agatha than she had by anyone else. She managed to see the beauty of the necessary stage of life in its barest form.

Rio transported them to the fields where they met, standing beneath the stars. Agatha felt an overwhelming barrage of emotions. The grief of being orphaned, rage at her mother’s actions causing her own, and excitement at the newfound freedom. In the center of her warring sentiments was one that held firm.

“I want to cross over with you,” Agatha said.

Rio was stunned. She had been so concerned with Agatha’s safety that she had forgotten what she herself desired. She wanted nothing more than to seize the opportunity to finally claim her love, but she needed to be sure that this was fully accepted by her for what it was.

“You do know what that will mean for you.”

“I do.”

“You will give up your human mortality, any reincarnations, and stay with me for eternity. You will be bound to the realm of the dead and rule at my side for the rest of existence. Are you prepared to make such a commitment?” Rio asked.

“I have never been more certain of anything in my life,” Agatha said.

Rio’s eyes welled with tears, a rare show of vulnerability from the embodiment of death. Her face had shifted back to the one Agatha knew. She cradled her face in her hands, marveling at how beautiful her new bride was.

Agatha memorized every detail of the face she would gaze upon for eons to come. She surged up, capturing Rio’s lips in her own first kiss. The other woman wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly. Rio feverishly kissed down her neck, ravenous for the witch. She pulled her dirtied nightgown from Agatha, leaving her naked in the soft light of the night sky. She removed her own dress, the fabric unwinding and falling from her form. Agatha held her breath at the vision standing before her. Rio did the same, her eyes devouring her. She pulled her back into a passionate embrace.

Agatha let out a whimper with Rio’s forceful kiss. She reveled in her own shamelessness of being disrobed out in nature while being defiled for the first time. She led them to lay in the grass and flowers, pulling Rio atop her. Her face was surrounded by tendrils of hair.

Rio’s face lit up, looking down at Agatha. She took a moment to pause and take her in. She was already consumed with so much love after such a long pursuit and the few months of getting to know her. Agatha had not seen the usually stoic figure smile very often. Now, it was as if she couldn’t help herself.

Rio kissed down her body, stopping to lavish attention on each breast, sucking and biting at the tender skin. Agatha gasped sharply, tangling her fingers in Rio’s hair. Rio moved lower, leaving marks along her abdomen. She moved her hands down to her thighs, looping her arms around them. She pulled her close, pressing her lips to her core.

Agatha moaned as she felt the overwhelming sensation of a woman’s tongue working its way into her. She rolled her hips and tugged her hair. Whimpers and moans tore from her throat as her pleasure built. Rio slid two fingers within her and explored every sensitive spot she could find. Once she found the one that made Agatha’s toes curl, she made sure to grind her fingertips over it with every thrust.

“Look at my queen… you truly are a vision,” she breathed before wrapping her lips around the bundle of nerves above her sex.

“Rio!” Agatha sobbed out as she pulled her in by her dark tresses, rutting against her mouth until pleasure overwhelmed her.

As her body went taut, the flowers crumbled around her glowing violet form. Rio slid her fingers from her, licking her clean through her aftershocks. She crawled up her form and had a look of adoration adorning her face. She swept down and kissed Agatha, letting her have a taste of herself. Agatha hummed into the kiss, shivering from the pleasure still thrumming in her body.

“I want to please you too,” Agatha whispered with a dark blush on her cheeks.

Rio smiled and tucked a curl behind Agatha’s ear.

“That is not necessary. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“I want to,” she said, looking desperately into Rio’s eyes.

“Okay,” Rio said, her mouth going dry from Agatha’s need to have her, “Lie back.”

Agatha did as she was told. Rio moved up to her shoulders and straddled Agatha’s face.

“Just listen to the sounds that I make and you will know what to do. Oh, and the bump above the… opening… is important. Trust me on that. Just remember to let me know if you would like to stop. I will not be ups-Aaah!”

Rio broke off as Agatha interrupted her in the best way possible. She gripped Rio’s hips and leaned up, diving into her. She ran her tongue along her slit messily, searching for the spot she described. Once she swiped over one that caused Rio to gasp, she sucked and teased it with the tip of her tongue.

Rio, for her part, tried and failed to keep her composure. Her panting sighs became loud moans in minutes. Agatha was clearly a quick study.

“Ah! Yes… Good girl…” Rio moaned as her hips stuttered, her cunt pulsing with her climax.

The praise lit a flame in Agatha’s chest. Rather than stopping after one, Agatha latched onto her. She was still in shock over the younger witch giving her so much pleasure during Agatha’s first time.

The ministrations on her sensitive clit made her double over, catching herself on her hands. She was bent over, grinding against Agatha’s face. She could feel Agatha’s hands move to clutch her ass. She trembled again with an unexpectedly fast climax. However, it seemed like Agatha wanted to go back for thirds.

“I-Inside me,” she panted, nearly unable to speak.

Rio rode her tongue, at the point where she was not so much talking than incoherently babbling and whining. No one in history had ever seen her this weak or out of control, even her other sexual partners never gave her this much pleasure.

As her hips sped, magic flowed from her hands into the dirt below them. Over the ground that Agatha had cleared of all flowers bloomed new ones. Life washed over the fields of Salem, bringing back to life the crops Evanora had destroyed. Flowers opened up around them, the petals tickling Agatha’s face. She cried out and nearly fainted. She fell to her side, hugging her knees and shivering at the feeling of overstimulation.

“Are you alright? Did I do alright?” Agatha asked with doe eyes.

“I am. And of course you did. You damn near killed death,” she said with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Agatha laughed and tucked her face into the crook of Rio’s neck.

“Are you ready to see your kingdom?” she asked.

Agatha sat up as she was offered a scarlet pomegranate.

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What is Beltane? Beltane, also known as May Day, is a vibrant and ancient festival that marks the beginning of summer. It falls around May 1st, nestled between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. Let’s dive into the rich history of Beltane and explore how to celebrate this magical time.

The Origins:

Beltane has deep roots in Celtic traditions, particularly among the Gaels in Ireland, Scotland, and the Isle of Man.

The name “Beltane” likely comes from the Gaelic word “beloteniâ,” meaning “bright fire.”

It’s a time when the veil between the living and the spirit world is thin, making it perfect for honoring ancestors and practicing spiritual communication.

Historical Practices:

🔥 Light the Beltane Fire: Light bonfires using nine sacred woods (like rowan, apple, and pine). These flames symbolize love, passion, and protection.

🌺 Dance Around the Maypole: Gather friends and dance around a maypole, weaving ribbons and celebrating fertility.

💐 Make Flower Crowns: Flowers represent fertility and growth. Braid them into your hair, create wreaths, and use them in recipes.

💞 Celebrate Love and Fertility: Honor the union of the Lord and Lady (masculine and feminine energies) through simple or elaborate rituals.

🍓 Share a Beltane Feast: Enjoy these traditional treats, invoking the spirit of Beltane.

Bannock Bread: Bannock is a flatbread oatcake that has endured through the ages. It’s simple, hearty, and perfect for Beltane. Bake it over an open fire to connect with the festival’s fiery energy. Caudle: Caudle is a warm, spiced drink made with milk, eggs, and ale or wine. It symbolizes nourishment, abundance, and the return of life after winter. Butter and Milk: Dairy products represent fertility and prosperity. Enjoy fresh butter and milk as part of your Beltane feast. Goat Meat: In ancient times, a sacrificed lamb was often cooked over the Beltane bonfire. Goat meat can be a modern alternative, symbolizing abundance and sustenance. Honey and Sweet Foods: Beltane celebrates the sweetness of life and passion. Incorporate honey, sweet pastries, and desserts into your menu. Fresh Fruits and Vegetables: Beltane falls during a time when the earth is abundant with grain. Enjoy strawberries, asparagus, and other seasonal produce to honor the season. Mead: Mead, the ancient honey wine, is associated with Beltane’s joyful and passionate energy. Raise a toast to the turning of the wheel and the promise of warmer days.

Modern Celebrations:

Nature Walks: Embrace the beauty of spring by taking a walk in nature.

Goddess Rituals: Connect with the divine feminine energy.

Ancestor Honoring: Light a candle for passed ancestors and express gratitude.

Romantic Date Night: Celebrate love and passion with your partner.

Journaling: Reflect on what Beltane means to you.

Remember, Beltane is a time of renewal, passion, and growth. Whether you’re dancing around a fire or sipping lavender lemonade, let the magic of this season infuse your spirit. 🌸🔥✨

Learn more:

"Sabbats: A Witch’s Approach to Living the Old Ways” by Edain McCoy

Llewellyn’s Sabbat Essentials

🌿🌞 Blessed Beltane! 🌞🌿

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misshoneyimhome · 11 months ago

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does Willy ever talk to the baby while ur pregnant or try to get him to kick?

Oh, bb, can't help but love these questions about 「Dad!Willy x reader」 ��🏼🤗❤️

At first, William felt hesitant about talking to the baby, finding the idea somewhat awkward. Throughout the first and second trimesters, he didn't really feel the strong paternal kick yet. However, after discussing with his teammates, they stressed the importance of his voice in building a bond with his son, especially considering the time he would spend away during road trips.

William missed the first instance of feeling the baby's kicks, which left him feeling a bit sad, hearing about it happening while he was away at an away game made him. However, when you later informed him of another kick in the middle of the night, his excitement was overwhelming.

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Amanda was the one who first suggested the idea of talking to your son in your stomach. You had shared your hesitation with her, admitting that the concept felt strange to you. Yet, you trusted her advice and decided to give it a try.

One evening, as you sat together over a cup of tea, you brought up Amanda's suggestion. "I still feel a bit weird about it, but maybe it's worth a shot," you confessed, swirling the hot liquid in your mug.

Amanda smiled encouragingly. "You never know, it might make a difference. Plus, it's a way for you to bond with your little one even before they're born."

Taking her words to heart, you began to speak softly to your growing belly, feeling a mixture of self-consciousness and tenderness as you addressed your unborn son. At first, it felt awkward, but as time went on, it became a comforting routine, a way for you to connect with the life blossoming within you.

Then on another evening, as you and William relaxed on the couch after a long day, the topic of conversation shifted to the baby growing inside you. You mentioned how you’d started talking and even singing to the baby, feeling a sense of connection even before birth. William listened attentively, but a hint of uncertainty flickered in his eyes.

"I don't know if I should do that," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It just feels... weird, you know?"

You nodded, understanding his hesitation. "It did feel strange at first for me too, but it's a way for the baby to recognize our voices and feel comforted by them," you explained gently.

And later that week, during a practice session, William found himself chatting with a few of his teammates in the locker room. The conversation drifted to fatherhood, and he tentatively mentioned his apprehension about talking to the baby. To his surprise, his teammates nodded knowingly, sharing their own experiences.

"It's important, man," one of them, a seasoned father, said with a smile. "Especially since we're away on the road so often, it’s good that the little one knows your voice."

William mulled over their words as he headed home that evening. Maybe there was something to it after all.

The following night, as you both settled into bed, William took a deep breath, steeling himself for what felt like a monumental step. "Hey there, little guy," he began softly, resting his hand on your belly where the baby kicked and squirmed. "It's your dad. I know I haven't said much yet, but I promise to be there for you, no matter what. You're going to be the best thing that ever happened to us."

As he spoke, a sense of warmth spread through him, and he felt a flutter of connection with the life growing inside you. From that moment on, talking to the baby became a nightly ritual for William, a way to bridge the distance between them even before they met face to face.

And of course, he also found his own unique way to communicate with the baby. Fluent in Swedish, he often spoke to your son in his native language, infusing his words with warmth and affection. It became a beautiful blend of languages filling the air around you, creating a rich tapestry of love and anticipation for the newest member of your family.

As the hockey season pressed on, William found himself grappling with the challenges of being away from home during such a crucial time in your pregnancy. He juggled the demands of his career with the longing to be present for every milestone, no matter how small.

One evening, while William was away at an away game, you felt the first flutter of your baby's kicks. Excitement surged through you as you placed your hand on your belly, marvelling at the sensation. You couldn't wait to share this moment with William, eager for him to experience it first-hand.

However, when you spoke to him over the phone later that night, his voice was tinged with regret as he confessed that he had missed the moment. Despite his best efforts to be there for you, the demands of his career had pulled him away at the most inopportune time.

Despite the disappointment, you assured him that there would be plenty more opportunities for him to feel the baby's kicks. And true to your words, a few days later, as you lay together in the quiet darkness of the night, you felt another gentle kick against your hand.

With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you woke William, his eyes widening with wonder as you shared the news. His hands immediately found their way to your belly, fingers lightly tracing the outline of your growing bump. And when he felt the baby's kick for himself, a broad smile spread across his face, illuminating the room with joy.

Unable to contain his excitement, William reached for his phone, fingers flying across the screen as he eagerly messaged Järnkrok and Lagesson, sharing the news of this precious milestone.

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ginxyy · 2 months ago

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Coffee stains & love songs

My soulmate Seungkwan

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the streets as I rushed down the bustling sidewalk, a jumbled mass of excitement and nerves. The air was thick with the scent of summer jasmine and anticipation, as if even the universe sensed my anxieties about this moment. I had heard about Seungkwan from Seventeen long before I stumbled into his world, a world gentle and vibrant like the notes of his voice. And yet, I had never imagined my first encounter would unfold so...chaotically.

As I rounded a corner, my eyes fixated on my phone screenscrolling through the latest updates about his band and blushing at every photo I crashed right into him. I felt an agonizing moment of dread as my iced Americano slipped from my grip, its coldness cascading over his pristine white shirt. The world seemed to pause, and my heart felt like it had dropped into my stomach. Seungkwan stood before me, beautiful and sassy, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh no, I am so sorry!" I blurted out, my voice laced with panic, and I quickly knelt to gather the fallen parts of my dignity along with the cup. But he chuckled a sound that was like music to my ears and offered me a hand, pulling me up.

“It’s okay,” he said, brushing the coffee from his shirt with an exaggerated flair, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips. “At least I got a little wake-up call.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension dissipating like steam from the cup I had so carelessly vacated.

As we exchanged names, I was struck by the aura he radiated one that was equal parts warmth and playful sass. He told me how he loved iced Americanos, that it was, in fact, his favorite drink, and in that moment, I felt a spark ignite between us. I promised him I would replace his ruined drink an innocent gesture that turned out to signify so much more.

The following week, as the sun warmed the concrete and the gentle breeze caressed my skin, I started bringing him an iced Americano after each practice. It became our little ritual, the thing that tethered us together amidst the whirlwind of his busy schedule. I’d wait outside the studio, heart thudding in anticipation, until he emerged, a scuffed rehearsal shoe dangling on one foot, his hair a delightful mess. When he spotted me, his face would light up. The way he said, “You’re the best!” while accepting the cup sent my heart into a spin.

“You know,” he began one day, fiddling with the cup, “this is more than just coffee. To me, it’s...a moment. It’s a part of my day that I look forward to.”

I smiled at him, my heart swelling with joy. He had a way of turning the mundane into something special and seemed to find magic in every little act of kindness. I could see the affection in his eyes, the way he treated our moments together as sacred.

Seungkwan began to sing for me. His voice, rich and warm, echoed in the small practice rooms, wrapping around me like a soft blanket on a chilly night. He would find the occasional moment to serenade me—m sometimes silly, sometimes sweet, but always infused with the kind of charm that left me breathless. That’s when I understood; his music wasn’t just notes strung together but a language of love.

“Why do love songs always seem to have a catchy tune?” I asked him one day while we lounged on the studio floor, exhaustion draping over us in a thick veil. He tilted his head, a playful smirk finding its way home on his lips.

“Because love is supposed to make you dance!” he replied, getting up and pulling me onto the floor with him. We moved in rhythm, our laughter and his voice colliding in a symphony that rang true in my heart. I didn’t even care that it was a hidden practice room with dusty floors and peeling paint; it felt like our own little oasis.

Days turned to weeks, and I realized that our connection had grown deep and intertwined, much like the lyrics of his songs. He adored the spontaneity of life and often teased me about being a bit too serious. “Loosen up!” he’d say, a twinkle of mischief behind his eyes. And somehow, I found joy in granting him that wish.

One rainy afternoon, as droplets danced against the window, we shared stories of our childhoods, discovering the ways our pasts mirrored each other in unexpected ways. In that tiny room, as the thunder rumbled outside, we created our own world where nothing existed but the two of us. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering longer than necessary, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

Our favorite moments weren’t extravagant; they were wrapped in shared smiles, traded glances, and laughter that echoed long after. One evening, he surprised me with a spontaneous karaoke session because, in his words, “Our love deserves to be sung out loud!” I laughed, startled, as he belted out ridiculously romantic ballads, never missing an opportunity to wink at me between notes. I cheered him on, singing my heart out alongside him, feeling grateful for every shared note, every brush of our hands.

Time slid by effortlessly, and I found myself navigating a sea of emotions. I was falling for Seungkwan in ways I never thought possible. Our laughter and shared secrets painted the canvas of my days, and the world felt a little brighter whenever he was around, even when clouds hung heavy above us.

Then there was the last practice before his band’s big concert. Seungkwan pulled me aside, drawing close enough for me to sense his warmth.

“I love these moments with you, you know?” He said softly, the sincerity in his voice making my heart race. “You make everything more colorful.”

I could hardly breathe as I searched his gaze. “I feel the same way,” I whispered, each word dripping with the weight of truth. “You have a way of turning the ordinary into magic.”

He grinned, and in that second, something shifted in the air around us. It felt like the world had been waiting for this moment to solidify the rhythm of our hearts.

“Let’s keep making our song. Just us, together,” he said, his eyes sparkling with hope and mischief.

Before I could reply, he leaned closer, our foreheads touching, and I could feel the pulse of our connection thrumming between us like the sweetest harmony. It was in this fleeting, melodic moment that I realized it wasn’t just coffee stains or songs; it was love that had infused itself into every lovely moment we shared an unbreakable bond that promised beauty and adventure in every little thing, forever and always.

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paperbackribs · 1 year ago

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The Gift (2) (Witch Steve AU)

previous: Chapter 1 The Sacrifice next: Chapter 3a Witches Are Boys Too Ao3 Link - Chapters will be updated ahead of Tumblr Content: steddie fic, 1.5K words I'm not sure if the tagging was right on the last post, so if you didn't see it make sure to click on Chapter 1 which is a far more expanded post than the original hc drabble.

Chapter 2 The Aftermath

Steve lets his body drop heavily into the uncomfortable plastic chair across from the hospital bed. The smell of bleach stings his nostrils, but at least it’s no longer the coppery smell of blood, he reflects looking on at Eddie’s sleeping but mostly clean form. The rise of his chest reassuringly rhythmic.

Steve refuses to move his nose closer to his own sweat-stained and injured body sure that his skin and hair must be completely infused with the stale stink of Lover’s Lake and the distinct scent of rotten eggs particular to the Upside Down.

However, Steve also doesn’t want to take the time to move away from the vulnerable Eddie while he lies handcuffed to the bed rails in Hawkins Hospital. Full of, at best, indifferent and, at worse, malicious hospital staff and police officers.

Max is getting her broken arm checked in another room with Nancy, Lucas and Erica, but the group had all made it clear to Chief Powell and the doctors that at least two of them would be present in the room with Eddie until he had a lawyer to represent him.

He needs protection, Steve thinks worriedly, his gaze drawn to the crimson hue of the blood bag hanging on the IV stand beside Eddie. Wondering how they are going to convince the police of the impossible; maybe his mother can help.

Sitting in the seat opposite is Dustin, still dressed in his dirty camo clothes and holding an almost death grip on one of the older boy’s pale hands. Once the kid had his leg examined in the Emergency Department—a simple ankle fracture now wrapped in compression wraps—he had settled beside Eddie and hadn’t looked up since. Steve keeps a concerned eye on him, he’s never seen Dustin this subdued.

He’ll perk up, Steve thinks. Once Dustin can see for certain that Eddie is going to survive past the night.

And Eddie will survive, Steve Knows. He had saved Eddie’s life, had feely given his sacrifice with the grim determination to rescue Eddie for himself as well as for the people who love him. For Dustin’s future, and maybe for the rest of the rugrats too; Steve hadn’t looked too deeply past the tapestry once he had understood what he needed to do.

It was an old ritual, one amongst many other lessons he had learnt at his Nana's knee. At turns excited or sombre as he learned about his people and customs; their unfolding story revealing discreet resilience and an abundance of gifts they guardedly conceal. Abilities where even some of them can endure past death to bring back life. Although, his mother had warned him with a wagging finger, that he’d never even think about attempting The Sacrifice if he didn’t want to feel the back of her wooden spoon.

But every piece of knowledge must be passed on, lest any of it be forgotten.

Now though he can feel a hum of connection between him and Eddie. Steve supposes he shouldn’t be surprised, he had tapped into a deep reservoir of power and bound the other boy to life through an essential part of his own body, perhaps even his soul. Steve thinks he could turn that humming into a song though if he just reached out to touch the ringless hands limp against cream sheets.

Even asleep, Eddie still looks drawn and tired. But tired means alive, Steve reminds himself, tracing the dark bags on Eddie's face with his eye. The lines bracketing his mouth seem sunken deeper and, without those charming dimples popping out, Eddie looks older than his twenty years.

The soft beeping of the heart monitor fills the room, creating a rhythmic backdrop to Steve's thoughts. The steady sound like a metronome that lulls him to close his eyes, wisps of sleep taking over his exhausted body and mind.

He hears a song faintly in the background, a sweet melody as he steps left to right, right foot back, left foot back; he’s dancing, Steve realises, looking up into his dear Nana’s face.

She’s much taller than him, despite her short stature, and silhouetted by a soft pearlescent glow. The familiar plumpness of her body guides him into the simple dance steps and a powdery scent envelops him as they move. The lines of her round face crinkle, “That is it, Stevie. See, not so hard, yes?”

He remembers this day, warm sunlight streaming through the solarium and the scent of fresh herbs in the air. The crispness in the air pure as it was familiar. That day, she had taught him the concept of pushing energy through a conduit by having him memorise the story of an elder’s legacy to their student and the value of persistence.

But she hadn’t allowed him to practise directing power through his young body yet; instead, to make it up to him, she had turned up her music and taught him to properly dance for the first time.

“It’s okay,” he pouts, “but it’s boring just walking in a square.”

“All right,” she challenges with a sly grin before letting go of one hand to spin him in place.

“Again!” Steve cries and Nana spins him three times in a row. The verdant pots of plants and flowers blend seamlessly with the warm wood of the countertops, creating a captivating kaleidoscope. To maintain his focus, Steve centers his gaze on Nana's pristine white dress. Breathlessly and a bit dizzy he directs a gap-toothed grin up her, she always knows how to have the best fun.

“See Stevie, you can make your own steps. You do not have to wait for someone to take the lead.”

She turns to the wireless, turning the knob to quieten the strings of the violin and a woman’s soft, romantic voice. Her face is more serious as he looks down at her now, her body bowed slightly in the hunch that would define her later years while the ethereal light around her becomes dim.

However, he gaze is direct, “Listen and learn, Steve.”

“What?” He asks, confused.

She repeats herself silently, the strains of the melody the only sound to pierce the thickening atmosphere.

Steve steps forward, reaching a hand out to her; she’s so far away that it’s no wonder he can’t hear her.

Nana says it again, mouth not moving in the dark except to curve into a mysterious smile.

It’s the sound of Robin slipping back into the room that jostles him out of his dozing state, the door clacking sharply shut behind her. Waking more fully he blearily turns his head, and she directs a half-smile at him, gesturing weakly to a bit of drool on his chin. He knows she’s tired when Robin doesn’t take the opportunity to mock him.

She slumps against the beige wall since the two seats in the small, secluded room are filled. He reaches out a hand at the same moment that she does, squeezing each other's palm in a silent gesture of support.

He drops it when Nancy's voice cuts through the peace of the room, the sharp sound preceding her upright figure as she strides into the room.

“What did you do?” Nancy demands, frowning with suspicion and concern. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh, cold glow that freezes Steve in place as effectively as her glare.

Steve's mouth goes dry, his one hazel eye meeting her intense gaze. He knows that his intervention is beyond reason for someone as practical and grounded as Nancy. He had interfered in the unspeakable, rescuing Eddie from the grim hands of death like no normal human could. Something that only someone like Vecna might do.

A tendril of fear winds through his body as he warily responds, "What I could."

Robin leans around Steve, her hand curling protectively over his chair's backrest before calling out Nancy’s name reprovingly. “Now’s not the time.”

“When then,” Nancy purses her lips. There was a period of his life where Nancy’s impatience had been endearing to Steve. When it had helped fuel his desire to be a better man for her. But Steve is tired and thinks that he can only have this discussion once in his current state.

“When Eddie wakes up. I’ll tell you all then, okay?”

She sighs, clenched hands falling from her hips to her sides. “Okay, Steve, but…”

He waits, anticipating a familiar disapproval. So, he’s surprised when she adds, “You’re okay, right?”

A spreading warmth fills his chest and Steve smiles and nods to her. They’ll never be what they were. And God knows, she’ll never want the future that he does, that was made clear back in the RV. Nancy Wheeler is going places and a camper van full of kids is the last thing she wants. But they’ve all been through too much to throw away their friendship because of a mystical act here or there.

“But,” Dustin interrupts, voice small. “Is there something I should have done? Something more.”

His shoulders are hunched again, one hand on Eddie but the other wrapped around his stomach as if he can hold in his doubts and fears by sheer will. Steve’s heart sinks and he quickens to rise and rest a solid hand on Dustin's shoulder, offering a reassuring clasp. The boy keeps his head bowed down, expression hidden from the room.

Resolved, righteous, brilliant Dustin should never have to doubt his part in having saved their world or Eddie, even if he hadn’t had the power to make a miracle happen like Steve did.

"You did everything earthly possible," Steve replies, earnest in his conviction. "You fought right there with him, Dustin, and you never once gave up on him. I saw that, we all saw that. If you could have, you would have reached through worlds to bring him back too.”

He pauses, thinking of the inevitability he had Seen. “But this was a path that Eddie had to decide on. It’s not on you."

Robin, who had been quietly observing the exchange, steps over to Steve and Dustin. He hears her approach before she reaches out to add the weight of her hand next to Steve’s, offering her support to the silent boy as well.

"You did good, Dustin. Eddie knows how much you love him," her expression is a blend of heartbreak and concern, carrying through to her softly spoken words.

Something finally breaks for Dustin who turns and buries his head into Steve’s torso.

He can’t feel the wetness of Dustin’s tears through the combination of Eddie’s denim vest and Steve’s new combat jacket, but he knows that the shuddering of his young shoulders is the cry of catharsis, letting out the poison of the day, draining his body of the fears and uncertainties and grief of a time filled with terror.

Steve rubs his back in soothing circles, letting Dustin get it all out. Robin leans her head against Steve’s shoulder, taking comfort in his closeness too.

Despite the emotion swirling, the room is still but for the steady beat of Eddie’s heart. Each person gives in to their exhaustion and just takes that moment to breathe. To feel the closing of a chapter and the tentative hope for a brighter future.

That is, until a gaunt Chief Hopper limps into the room, escorted by a freshly shorn El. Then life gets loud again.

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definegodliness · 5 months ago

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Empty streets

Alone for too long, and, worse than that, feeling lonely, I gave life a try. Nothing's going on in this town, anyway, so my best bet was the first place that still shone their lights.

It was a dive bar, yet seen from outside, the atmosphere was just the perfect amount of dark.

Inside, I saw oaken all around. Greasy. Shining. Faint yellow drooped from the walls as if candlelight, but on second sight the flickering was merely emitted from dusty old light bulbs giving way underneath nicotine stained glass lampshades.

The patron hadn't noticed my entry, engaged in conversation. Engulfed in thick blue smoke wafting from his cigar. His unkempt overgrown grey handlebar moustache was painted maroon in a patch under his nose, revealed a heavy smoker. The dishcloth with which he washed a glass looked like a treasure map retrieved from underneath six centuries of transgenerational sludge.

He made no effort to disguise the fact I was killing the vibe by my mere presence, whatever vibe it was, when I sat down on one of the bar stools to order a drink.

I was feeling lonely. Now, I felt alien.

To my left were three people. Two wet lipped purple nosed deeply grooved men, and a wobbly pasty-red-faced run down — in the most tragic sense — potato sack of a woman amid them. I witnessed hopelessness incarnate. My hands folded between my knees like some schoolboy. My elbows still sticky from being obliviously laid upon that gruesome bar for a second.

Indeed, I was killing a vibe. I understood that, then. I wished I hadn't been there for the ritual.

Purple noses traded their wages to enable potato sack's alcohol infused dissociation with reality, and the permitted groping and drooling of and upon her parchment skin acknowledged tonight's lucky number seven would get his desired penetration, if he would not collapse under the weight of liquor.

I witnessed a made playing field between alcoholism, enabled, and the therein created boundless lust: the three drunk enough to forget how much they despised each other to fuck, therein balancing to keep their intake low enough to function.

First to collapse loses.

And if it would be she? House wins.

Eagerly.

I was killing a vibe. The patron raised his eyebrows at me. I ordered a shot of gin. All so not to plain simply flee from the scene. I chugged, and slammed the glass down. Said my thanks. And left.

Sometimes I still feel the need to wander through the night. Then I come past that dive bar. Yellow light shines. The three always sit there, at the bar. Shimmying. No one is allowed in. I was lonesome enough to try and outstayed my welcome as soon as I got in.

Still, what really unnerves me is the handlebar perpetually rubbing his dirty rag over the glasses. Never cleaning anything.

Watching.

#prose #prose poem #prose poetry

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ohheyitsjustbear · 5 months ago

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Anywhossss... backstory under the cut

Vexation Whitelocke's life began amid the shadows of a haunting curse cast upon his very birth. In his village, an unsettling pact lay in place—every child born was to be offered to five sinister hag sisters (Hecatona, Nettlewyn, Morvaine, Veridiana and Zorlana) who ruled with malice and dread. His mother Althea, a fierce woman with fiery resolve, chose defiance over despair; she shielded him from the nightmarish tradition by hiding away, bearing the weight of her refusal alone. However, refusing the hags came at an unimaginable price. They cast a spell upon his crib that would define his life: black script tattoos writhed across his skin like serpents coiling around prey. The ink swirled into intricate symbols and ancient runes infused with dark magic, and pulsed ominously whenever he channelled arcane energies. Legend whispered they were manifestations of fate’s ire against him for being born when others had been surrendered.

As an only child raised amid whispers and watchful eyes—his older sister Anara already claimed by the hags before he had drawn breath—Vex learned from an early age that danger lurked behind every corner when an accident at a young age left him with a streak of white hair growing from his dark brown locks, earning him the name Whitelocke. As he grew, the hags reached out from their lair to touch Vex with dark fingers, invading his mind as he slept. The cacophony of dreams each night brought whispers from Hecatona or sharp cackles from Morvaine echoing through spectral corridors filled with tormenting visions tailored just for him; twisted scenes laced with temptation meant to break his resolve while promising power like none other should he even hint at obedience to them. Yet beneath this turmoil flickered resilience fuelled by rage—a desire not merely to survive but to reclaim what was lost and extinguish their malevolent reign once and for all. As years poured forth like sand through fingers, each ritual completed sparked further whispers among villagers; some said he harboured untold mythic potential—the bloodline ancient enough to sway fates should it fall into the right hands—but others merely feared what lurked beneath those glowing tattoos emblazoning his body like chains demanding release from their bondage.

As loneliness wrapped around him like a frigid blanket on bitter nights, it became clear that companionship would elude him amongst the terrified villagers who were wary of any enchantment connected to the hags' wrathful legacy. Yet amid despair blossomed hope when Vexation discovered an unexpected friend: an enchanting arctic fox familiar named Aurora manifested during one particularly vivid dream. With Aurora at his side embodying both cunning intellect and finely honed instincts, they navigated treacherous paths together towards vengeance rather than mere survival.

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supernaturalfreakout · 8 months ago

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Pang

[History on Your Side—Chapter 10.] Sam Winchester x Reader

Chapter summary: Your arrival back in Kansas is met with a wintery chill and a burning warmth. Unsated desires begin to be explored. *Please see the masterlist for entire work summary and tags* Masterlist | Read on AO3

"Nice wheels!" The words escaped your lips in a frosty breath as you reached the car, the winter air painting your breath in delicate wisps. The setting sun cast elongated shadows over the parking lot, compounding the chill in your bones.

"Thanks," Sam chuckled, flashing you a grin as he loaded your bags in the trunk. "It's not quite the Impala, but... it's got its own charm."

"Dean wouldn't let you take his 'Baby,' huh?" you asked, a playful tease leaving your lips as you recalled the conversation before the ritual.

"Absolutely not!" Sam laughed, his amusement resonating in the crisp air. "He's more attached to that car than he is to me..."

Your laughter mingled with the chilly breeze, prompting you to hug yourself tighter for warmth, despite your layers of clothing.

Sam, attuned to your discomfort, hurried to open the car door for you. "Hey, jump in, you look freezing..."

You complied, gratefully. December in Kansas never failed to remind you of its icy grip.

As you slid into the passenger seat, the faint scent of aged leather mixed with traces of Sam's cologne greeted you, adding a touch of familiarity to the vintage interior.

Sam closed your door with a gentle click before rounding the car to take his place behind the wheel, sinking into the seat beside you.

As Sam settled next to you, the outside world faded into insignificance. The interior seemed to shrink, the confined space transforming into a sanctuary of shared intimacy as the proximity between your bodies, the mere inches that separated you, became supercharged with an undeniable energy.

Sam started the ignition, the engine roaring to life before he fumbled with the heater settings. A small trickle of warm air finally emerged from the vents, offering a feeble reprieve from the cold that lingered within the car.

"Sorry..." Sam said, glancing at you apologetically. "The car may have its charms, but the heating system is not one of them..." he chuckled, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

A shiver ran down your spine, the winter chill seeping through the car's thin insulation. "It's fine, Sam... I'm fine," you reassured with a faint smile, though your chattering teeth betrayed you.

"You're an awful liar," he teased, observing your attempt to brush off the discomfort.

A rueful smile graced your lips. "Guilty as charged..." you admitted, concerning to the truth.

Sam huffed in amusement. "Wait here," he said, hopping out of the driver's seat to pop open the trunk.

He returned swiftly, bearing a large, black, woolen trench coat.

"Here" he said, as he offered you the coat.

"Thanks," you murmured, as you immediately wrapped it around yourself like a burrito.

The coat was thick and warm, and it took the edge off your chill. It also smelt like him, a fact that warmed you in a different way.

"Better?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

You met his gaze with gratitude, a cheeky smile playing on your lips as you clutched his coat to you. "Much better, thanks..."

Sam chuckled, a gentle shake of his head accompanying his amusement.

"What?" you prodded, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

"Ah, nothing..." Sam deflected with a smile, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

"Come on..." you nudged him teasingly beneath the cocoon of the coat.

"I'll tell you later..." Sam's gaze held a glint of mystery as he started reversing the car out of the parking spot.

Later... The promise lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the night that stretched ahead.

As Sam navigated onto the road, your anticipation eclipsed the cold, infusing you with a newfound warmth that had nothing to do with the coat.

With the sun setting even further below the horizon, you snuck a glance at the man sitting beside you, his profile bathed in the soft, waning daylight, and a sense of awe enveloped you as you mused at his beauty. You couldn't help but find him captivating. You observed the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel with confident control and the subtle determination etched into his hazel eyes as he focused on the road. His focus was unwavering, you realized, a faint smirk touching your lips as you sensed his extra effort to concentrate. This is as hard for him as it is for me...

The remainder of the drive slipped away in a haze. Lost in thought, you barely registered the transition from the freeway. Conversation between you remained on the surface, deliberately restrained, as if tiptoeing around uncharted territory, afraid to plunge too soon into the depths where unsated desires dwelled. Instead, the journey became a myriad of fleeting glances and escalating tension, each stolen look adding fuel to the fire that was already burning your insides. Thank God it was only a short drive back to your house. Any longer and you thought you might explode.

As the Mercury pulled to a stop outside your house, your mind flashed back to the last time you were here; stood on the sidewalk, leaving Sam behind to go to Mystic Falls. Jeez, was that really a month ago..? Being with Sam again made it feel like no time had passed at all.

"Home sweet home..." Sam remarked, his voice soft as he cast a tender glance your way.

You replied with a smile, unwrapping yourself from his coat with a thankful look.

"Thanks for this," you said, folding the coat neatly in two. As you did, something slipped from its pocket, landing in your seat.

You raised an eyebrow as you inspected the fake FBI badge that had fallen out.

"Agent… Smith?"

"Can't always be Bonham and Peart" Sam retorted with a smirk, knowing you'd appreciate the joke.

"Fair point," you chuckled, slipping the badge back into its pocket.

Sam slipped out of the car and swiftly gathered your bags from the trunk.

You hurried to assist, eager to share the load. "Hey, I'm pretty strong, you know!" A hint of pride laced your tone. "I can handle a few bags."

Sam flashed you a smile, a playful glint in his eye. "I don't doubt that, but... save your energy," he advised, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he began striding toward your house.

Save your energy...? His words echoed in your mind, a teasing jab that made your knees tremble.

You hurried after him, bounding up the steps to your front door.

You fumbled with your keys, sensing Sam's lingering warmth behind you, the anticipation too much to bear.

As you stepped inside, the warmth of your little townhouse hit you in the face. You had left in such a rush you hadn't even thought to set your heating to holiday mode. Shit...

Before you could dwell on the oversight, Sam closed the front door behind him, the sound snapping you back to the present moment.

As you turned to face him, your heart raced, a whirlwind of adrenaline and lust consuming you, dispersing all logical thought from your brain.

"So, um…" Sam's voice broke the silence, attempting to bridge the gap with conversation. "How does…"

Sam's eyes widened for a split second as he registered the look on your face. His sentence stood no chance.

You were on him in a heartbeat, straining on your tiptoes, tugging on his jacket, aching for the taste you so badly craved.

He yielded immediately, dropping your bags to the floor as he crushed his lips to meet yours in a fiery, desperate kiss.

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Sam's hands gently cupped your face as he reluctantly pried your lips from his. You panted, catching your breath, lips flushed red with the heat of your blood boiling under the surface.

"Hey…" Sam whispered between his own breaths, forehead resting on yours as he caressed the side of your face. "Are you sure about this?"

You pulled back slightly to look him in the eye. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life," you said, with complete conviction. "What, are you not...?" You creased your brow, a hint of worry in your eyes as you looked back at him, wondering why he was even questioning this.

Sam, immediately taken aback by the hurt in your expression, rushed to reassure you.

"Y/N..." He leaned in to whisper your name in your ear, his hand tracing down your arm to grip your fingers. "Does this… feel like I'm unsure?" He asked, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his straining arousal.

Your breath hitched as you felt the outline of his erection in your hand.

God, he felt huge. You gulped.

Sam breathed in your ear, before moving his lips to your neck. "Feel what you do to me...? Of course I'm sure..." he mumbled against your skin.

Each coming phrase that left his lips was punctuated with agonizingly tender kisses, and nibbles to your neck.

"I've been sure…" Kiss "since the day…" Kiss "I fucking met you." Nip.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt his cock twitch under your hand.

"I need you, Y/N…" He stared into your eyes then, as he said your name. "I can't control it…" he purred, gently caressing your face with the back of his fingers.

Your head spun. He is such a fucking tease... And you were lapping it right up.

"Then don't.. " you whispered, as you palmed him through his jeans, staring him dead in the eye.

He groaned.

Heat pooled between your thighs.

"You might regret that..." he warned, in a low, longing tone as he stared down at you with a fiery gaze, now caressing your hair.

The bastard... He knows very well what he's doing...

You bit back, squeezing your hand a little firmer as you peered up at him with your best 'fuck-me' eyes. "Try me."

He all but pounced on you then, pinning you back into the wall, his eyes clouded, heavy with lust. You clung onto his shoulders as he hitched your legs around his waist, pressing his body firmly against you, holding you up by your ass.

Whoa. You suddenly felt very small… delicate… breakable… useable. It was a fucked up thought, but it turned you on to no end.

You could feel his cock against you, just a few layers of clothing between where you needed him... craved him.

He ground his hips into you and you moaned, tilting your head to the ceiling, exposing your neck fully.

Sam seized the opportunity, burying his face into your neck as he kissed… sucked…nibbled… eliciting a series of breathy whimpers from you, as you twined your fingers through his hair.

You strained to roll your hips back into him, but the hold he had you in would not allow for it.

"Samm..." you breathed against his hair.

"Yes, Princess?" he mumbled against your neck.

Fuck. A rush of dopamine flooded your nervous system as you hear him pet-name you.

You panted, your words coming out in a series of breathy whispers. "Need you.... need to feel you... everywhere..."

Sam removed his mouth from your neck and peered up at you. Jesus, she looks even more hot and desperate than I imagined... She's practically begging me to fuck her...

Sam felt a drop of precum leak at the thought. Shit... not yet. We've waited so long for this…. need to make this good for her...

"Is that right?" Sam breathed against your lips as he squeezed your ass, your upper back still pressed hard against the wall.

"Mhmm..." you hummed in response.

"Huh? What was that?" Sam teased, a telling shade in his voice and glint in his eye as he scanned your face with a collected calm.

Gulp. You knew that look—that possessive stare and authoritative tone only found in someone who could scratch that itch you so desperately craved. Fuck... I knew it. You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your lips as you averted your gaze in submission.

You feel his gaze rake over you, neurons short circuiting as he took in your response.

You felt his cock twitch again, against your thigh.

Slowly, he relaxed his grip on you, letting your feet meet the floor and your arms fall from his shoulders.

He towered over you now, staring you down.

You kept your glance lowered, pining at the loss of contact, sucking on your bottom lip as you anticipated his next move.

Sam raised his hand to your face, raising your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You noticed the corners of his lips twitch upwards. He was struggling to maintain his cool, you realized. You chewed on your lip, suppressing a smile.

"Well?" He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "What is it that you... need?"

You looked up at him defiantly and said, with absolute determination:

"I need you to fuck me, Sam. Now."

Chapter 11 coming soon...

Taglist: @safiyas-world @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

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nihonnojihifukainomajonoseiiki · 13 days ago

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I made some spiced apple jam for a love spell.

(Adapted from Hoodoo Delish's recipe for apple jam.)

This spiced apple jam is a wonderful way to use food and natural ingredients to infuse love magic into your daily life.

What you'll need to make spiced apple jam for a love spell

4 medium apples (preferably sweet varieties like Fuji or Gala for sweetness and romance)

1 cup of sugar (used for sweetness and drawing love into your life)

1/2 cup of water

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon (for passion and attraction)

1/2 teaspoon ground cloves (for deepening connection and desire)

1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg (for sensuality and love)

1 tablespoon lemon juice (for clarity and purification)

1 tablespoon honey (for sweetness, love, and prosperity)

1 sterilized glass jar (to store the jam and preserve the energy)

Instructions

Begin by setting your intention for the jam and focus on what type of love you want to manifest. Hold your jar and apples, and concentrate on the energy you wish to invoke. Repeat an affirmation like: "As I prepare this jam, love flows freely into my life." Let your intentions guide the process.

Peel, core, and chop the apples into small chunks. Place them in a medium saucepan with the water. Let the apples soften over medium heat, stirring occasionally.

Once the apples start to break down, add the sugar, honey, cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg. Stir to combine, letting the warmth of the spices infuse the apples with their magical properties. As you stir, visualize the energy of love growing stronger.

Allow the mixture to simmer on low heat for 30-40 minutes, stirring frequently. As the jam thickens, focus on the bond you wish to strengthen or the love you wish to attract.

Once the jam has reached a thick and spreadable consistency, add the lemon juice for clarity and protection.

Carefully spoon the jam into a sterilized jar and seal it tightly.

Leave the jar in a spot where it can receive natural moonlight (preferably on a full moon night) for at least a few hours. This will charge the jam with additional energy. Visualize the love spell being activated as you place it in the moonlight.

To use the jam in a love spell, you can offer it as a gift to your lover, or spread it on a piece of toast as part of a personal ritual to attract love. When eating it, be mindful of your intentions, letting the sweetness of the jam represent the sweetness of love coming into your life.

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ecommmax · 1 month ago

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The Spirit Keeper's Trial

In a quaint, centuries-old village at the edge of an enchanted forest, Akari lived a humble life as a shrine caretaker. Her fiery orange hair made her stand out, but it was her tattoos—mystic inscriptions that shimmered faintly in the moonlight—that marked her as special. The villagers whispered that she was chosen by the spirits to protect the balance between their world and the realm beyond.

Every night, Akari performed the ancient cleansing ritual, scrubbing the wooden floors of the shrine with sacred water infused with herbs from the enchanted forest. This was no ordinary chore; the act of cleaning was a spiritual trial. Any impurity left behind risked inviting malevolent spirits into their world.

One fateful evening, while Akari knelt in the shrine, a strange shadow slithered across the floor. It wasn’t hers. She froze as a cold voice whispered, “Do you truly believe you’re worthy of the spirits’ favor, girl?”

The shadow twisted into the form of a fox-like yokai with glowing red eyes. “Prove it,” it snarled before darting into the shrine walls. The sacred tattoos on Akari's body glowed fiercely, burning her skin, as if urging her to act.

Akari grabbed her cleaning cloth, now glowing with the power of her resolve. The fox yokai darted and weaved, leaving dark, spectral stains across the shrine’s pristine floor. Akari chased it, scrubbing each stain away as fast as it appeared. The yokai laughed mockingly, but with each stroke, Akari’s movements became swifter, her resolve stronger.

As dawn approached, the shrine gleamed brighter than ever, each wooden plank glowing with an otherworldly light. The fox yokai, cornered by Akari’s relentless pursuit, growled one last time. “You’ve passed the trial. For now.”

With that, it dissolved into a wisp of smoke. Exhausted but triumphant, Akari collapsed to the floor. The villagers found her there at sunrise, her tattoos glowing softly as they reconfigured into a new pattern: the shape of a fox curled protectively over her heart.

From that day forward, Akari was known not only as the shrine’s caretaker but also as its Spirit Keeper. The fox yokai, though banished, would watch her from the shadows, testing her resolve whenever the balance wavered.

But Akari was ready. After all, every trial was another step in mastering her destiny.

This fantasy story could expand further into a manga series, delving into Akari’s evolving relationship with the spirits and her fight to maintain harmony between worlds.

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whentherewerebicycles · 1 year ago

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went to the woods at sunset last night with my mom and did a hard sad little ritual of closure that hurt me a lot but also felt like painfully needed closure. we both cried so much I feel dehydrated still but it was good and I’m so glad I asked my mom to come instead of doing it alone like I originally thought I wanted to. I was afraid I’d feel embarrassed and stupid with someone else watching but I just felt so deeply loved and held. then I came home and wrote about it for a long time and read this book on pregnancy loss until late. the book is making me cry too but in a good meaningful way. I feel like the most important thing it’s given me is a clearer understanding of how almost every part of the loss was made more acutely distressing and difficult to grieve by the way doctors and techs talked to me and about me with each other in my presence. my surgical team was good and took the time to say they were sorry this was happening to me but leading up to that there was just so much casual thoughtless cruelty that I’m sure no one intended to be cruel but made me feel so, so bad and empty and alone, like I wasn’t even a person. like I will never for as long as I live forget the feeling of being hunched over in the table in the dark undressed from the waist down with tears streaming down my face under my mask right after the radiologist confirmed the diagnosis, and then the tech turning to put something away and telling me in the brightest, most excited voice that in ten years of doing ultrasounds she’d “never seen a live one before!”, which was how I learned that the baby had a heartbeat. but then I will also never in my entire life forget the other ultrasound tech, who was the one person in that entire awful prolonged experience who called it the little baby instead of the adnexal mass or the ectopic and who asked me if I wanted to see it and then sat with me in silence for a long, long time so I could look at the screen for as long as I needed to. I really deeply get that this is politically complicated territory where as a medical professional you don’t want to assume that the pregnancy was planned/wanted or that someone is experiencing the loss as a loss or that the person feels like the baby was a baby, but as my sister pointed out, everyone involved knew that I had gotten pregnant after multiple cycles of IUI and no one does that unless it’s a badly wanted pregnancy. idk the book has all these quotes from other women where they describe things I also heard doctors saying to/about me and they share how small or alone it made them feel and it’s just making me feel this weirdly intense sense of relief like oh ok I get it. this was always going to be hard and fraught and sad but if people had been just a little more sensitive or careful with their words or attuned to me as a suffering human being it could have been clean grief from the start instead of grief all twisted up in shame and embarrassment and feeling like I wasn’t even supposed to feel sad.

there isn’t a silver lining to all of this, it’s just a hard sad thing that happened to me and that I am finding a way to live with. but during that second awful ultrasound, the one that made me feel so empty and lonely, I remember lying on the table staring up at the ceiling just thinking and praying that if this thing had to happen to me that it would lead me towards deeper compassion, that it would in time make me a gentler, more caring, more open person instead of someone all locked up inside with shame and grief. and I think that in time it will. I feel like at the very least I can be a better friend to the people I love if something like this happens to them. the book talks about how for many people it can be healing to reflect on the positive ways even a brief pregnancy changed you and to think of that as a gift or a legacy that the pregnancy left you with—not like the changes are a consolation prize but just like, it can be very healing to infuse your loss with a deeper sense of purpose and meaning so it feels like it was real and it mattered and it changed you. it was real and it mattered and it changed me. and that is something I will carry with me.

anyway those are just some things I am thinking about this morning. long road long road but I am walking it.

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magickkate · 9 months ago

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Hey, lovely witchlings! As the sun reaches its zenith and the earth is in full bloom, we come to Litha, the summer solstice, a time of abundance, vitality, and celebration. This Sabbat marks the longest day of the year and the peak of solar energy, when the sun's power is at its strongest.

A Briefing on the History: Litha, also known as Midsummer or the Summer Solstice (Northern hemisphere: June 20th or 21st; Southern hemisphere: December 20th or 21st), is a magical time when the sun reaches its zenith in the sky. It’s the longest day of the year, and the sun seems to pause, bathing the earth in its warm glow. Our ancestors celebrated this pivotal moment with fire and water, acknowledging the balance between light and darkness. Stone circles like Stonehenge were oriented to capture the rising sun on this sacred day. Early European traditions included lighting large wheels on fire and rolling them down hills into bodies of water. The Romans honored this time as sacred to Juno, goddess of women and childbirth, giving us the month of June.

History:

Ancient Roots: Litha has ancient origins and has been celebrated by various cultures and civilizations throughout history. It is often associated with sun worship and the celebration of light, fertility, and abundance.

Solar Phenomenon: Litha occurs around June 20th or 21st in the Northern Hemisphere when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, resulting in the longest day and the shortest night of the year.

Symbolism: The Summer Solstice symbolizes the triumph of light over darkness, as well as the peak of growth and vitality in the natural world. It is a time of celebration, joy, and abundance.

Correspondences: -> Symbolism: Life, fire, rebirth, transformation, power, purity -> Colors: Red, gold, orange, yellow, white, green, blue -> Herbs: St. John’s Wort, lavender, rose, peony, vervain, chamomile, chickweed, chicory, sunflower, lily, thyme, and more -> Crystals: Lapis, diamond, tiger’s eye, emerald, jade, and other green stones -> Animals: Butterflies, wren, horses, stags, robins, cattle, phoenixes, dragons, faeries, satyrs

Here are a few ways to honor the magic of Litha:

Rituals and Activities: - Bonfires: Light a bonfire to honor the sun’s power. - Sunrise/Sunset Greeting: Greet the sun at its highest point in the sky. - Create an Altar: Decorate it with sunflowers, oranges, and yellow candles. - Cleansing Herb Bundle: Make your own bundle for purification. - Sun Tea: Brew tea using sun-infused water. - Burn a Bay Leaf: Write intentions on a bay leaf and burn it - Fertility Ritual: Litha is a time of fertility and growth, and rituals may focus on promoting abundance, creativity, and prosperity. Some practitioners may plant seeds or perform fertility rites to symbolize the fertile energy of the Earth.

Modern Celebrations:

-> Community Gatherings: Many Wiccan and pagan communities host public rituals and gatherings to celebrate Litha, inviting people of all backgrounds to join in the festivities and honor the sun's energy. -> Altar Decorations: Altars are adorned with symbols of the sun, such as gold or yellow candles, sunflowers, citrus fruits, and solar symbols like the sun wheel or the Celtic solar cross. -> Feasting: Traditional foods associated with Litha include fresh fruits, vegetables, honey, bread, dairy products, and grilled meats. These foods celebrate the abundance of the summer harvest and nourish the body and spirit. -> Nature Walks: Taking a nature walk or spending time outdoors is a simple yet meaningful way to connect with the energy of Litha and appreciate the beauty of the natural world during the height of summer.

Recipes: 1. Mead: A honey wine enjoyed by our Celtic and Norse ancestors and many to this day. It is easier to support local experts in the craft of making this than starting up a whole kit of making mead. Choose wisely. (I included a basic starter recipe for those brave enough to venture into the fermentation game. I'll stick to supporting my local businesses!) 2. Sun Tea: If you are unable to drink alcohol or prefer not to, sun tea is a great alternative or a great addition to your Litha celebration! They are called "sun tea" because it is tea brewed from the warmth of direct sunlight! If the weather is cloudy, sun tea may not be the best recipe to try. Common sense <3! 5. Sunflower Seed Pesto Pasta: Cook pasta (such as penne or fusilli) according to package instructions. In a food processor, combine fresh basil leaves, garlic cloves, sunflower seeds, Parmesan cheese, olive oil, and a squeeze of lemon juice. Blend until smooth. Toss the cooked pasta with the sunflower seed pesto, cherry tomatoes, and sliced summer squash or zucchini. Serve topped with additional Parmesan cheese and fresh basil leaves. 6. Summer Solstice Salad: Mix a variety of fresh greens, such as spinach, arugula, and butter lettuce. Add sliced strawberries, blueberries, and orange segments for a burst of color and sweetness. Sprinkle with toasted almonds or walnuts and crumbled goat cheese or feta cheese. Drizzle with a dressing made from olive oil, balsamic vinegar, honey, and a pinch of salt and pepper. 6. Grilled Vegetable Platter: Slice a selection of summer vegetables, such as bell peppers, eggplant, zucchini, yellow squash, and red onions. Brush the vegetables with olive oil and season with salt, pepper, and your choice of herbs (such as rosemary or thyme). Grill the vegetables until tender and lightly charred, then arrange them on a platter. Serve with a dipping sauce made from Greek yogurt, lemon zest, garlic, and fresh herbs. 7. Honey-Lavender Lemonade: In a saucepan, combine water, honey, and dried lavender buds. Heat gently until the honey is dissolved, then remove from heat and let the mixture steep for 15-20 minutes. Strain the lavender-infused honey mixture into a pitcher and discard the lavender buds. Add freshly squeezed lemon juice to the pitcher and stir to combine. Serve the honey-lavender lemonade over ice, garnished with fresh lavender sprigs and lemon slices. 8. Berry Galette: Prepare a simple pie dough or use store-bought dough for the crust. Roll out the dough and transfer it to a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. In a bowl, mix fresh berries (such as strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries) with sugar, cornstarch, and a squeeze of lemon juice. Spoon the berry mixture onto the center of the dough, leaving a border around the edges. Fold the edges of the dough over the berries, pleating as needed. Brush the edges of the dough with milk or beaten egg, then sprinkle with coarse sugar. Bake the galette in a preheated oven until the crust is golden brown and the berries are bubbling. Serve warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.

Remember, Litha is a celebration of the sun’s abundance and the Earth’s fertility. Embrace the warmth, dance, and honor the cycles of life. Blessed be! 🌻🔥🌿

Note: This post is a brief overview. For more details, explore the rich traditions and make Litha your own! 🌞🌙

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year ago

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Hey Bestie 🖤 I have a Valek request (surprise 😁) We are in a hidden relationship with him cause it's not allowed for humans to be so close with vampires.Everybody thinks they're dangerous and evil. So we're seeing each other just for a few minutes a night but then one night we can't hold back anymore and we're going to see him. He's afraid that someone could have seen us at first but he yearns for our touch and it gets very physical and spicy😏With a happy ending. Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 I love you ☺️

Thank you so much for the ask bestie! I am more than happy to write this for you 😃 enjoy 💚

Contains: sexual content, female oral receiving, vampire biting

To you, the whole world felt like it had gone insane. You had grown up in a world where vampires were only in movies and were little myths and fairytales that children heard, the human race never expected them to actually exist. The truth about vampires was slightly different than what everyone thought, instead of the vampire race being started by Dracula, it actually started over 600 years ago when a group of priests experimented with one of their own. They turned him into the very first creature of the night, a vampire. He was the very first of his kind, and therefore the most powerful of the entire race. He made other vampires to join him in his world of darkness, they were known as higher vampires, they had similar abilities to the very first vampire, but nowhere near the capabilities of him. There are two diffrent ways to turn a human into a vampire, one of them is where they simply bite a human and allow the venom go through their body, changing them into a lesser vampire within a days. The other way is to drain the human of blood until they are on the brink of death, then the vampire will give them their blood, ingesting the powers of the vampire they are with. Many vampires have been made with just a simple bite, but only higher vampires are strong enough to create a vampire the other way. Many of the higher vampires have sired someone, but the very first vampire never had. Because he is the first, he will only feed on animals for blood, but he will not bite a human. He will only bite his soul mate once he finds her.

The blood chemistry changes when a higher vampire meets their life mate, a magical bond exists between them and a normal venom infused bite will not change them into a vampire. Instead it will release a diffrent venom that will enhance the mates physical desires, making them feel a heightened sence of pure pleasure. In order for a higher vampire to turn their mate into one of them, they must drain them of their blood, and feed them theirs in return. This was one of the many things you learnt about vampires as you grew up. You learned that garlic is nothing but superstition, it doesn't affect them in anyway. Holy water IS corrosive to vampires skin, and a cross is only effective if it has a figurine of jesus on it. Also, a steak to the heart will kill lesser vampires, but will only injure higher ones, it's similar to someone trying to stab a car tyre with a butter knife. Only higher vampires were able to walk in the sun, they found a cross many hundreds of years ago, and they tried to do a ritual where they could walk in the sun without any damage, but unfortunately it didn't work. However, they destroyed the cross and made a series of rings out of the gems stones and magically infused wood, and when they wore them, they were able to walk in the sunlight with no issues at all, just as long as they were wearing the ring.

Only the very first vampire and the higher ones had these rings, thus making them even more powerful. The very first vampire was described as being incredibly tall, long black wavy hair, pale eyes, long fingernails and veins around the edge of his face apon his pale complexion. His name, was Jan Valek. You were taught that all vampires were dark and cruel, and if they even so much as glanced at a human, they wouldn't think twice about ripping their throat out. They were true monsters....but what people say...aren't always true...as you learned one night. You and a friend of yours had decided to go out for a drink in the local bar, this friend wasn't always reliable, but if it got you out if the house, you didn't mind who you were with. You both walked together to the bar, it was pitch black and there were other people your age just hanging out and drinking, both inside and outside the bar. "Are you ready to get drunk!" "Well, not so much drunk" "Oh come on Y/N! We need some fun! Hey, how about we find someone to go home with tonight huh? There's loads of sexy looking guys around hear!" "You know I'm not that type of woman Gabby, but if you want to find someone sexy, who am I to tell you what you can and can't do? All I'll say is, be careful and remember your tazer in your handbag, ok?" "Alright fine....god you sound like my mum" You and Gabby have a few drinks and have a relatively nice time out, it's nearly midnight when your sat at your table and Gabby runs back over to you, she is looking very excited.

"Y/N! Y/N! Is it ok if I leave you too it? You see that guy at the bar? I'm taking him back to my place to give him the time of his life!" "I supose that's fine Gabby, just remember-" "Be safe and don't forget about the tazer, I know. I'll see you later!" And with that, she runs back up to the bar and starts making out with this random guy. You were used to this sort of thing, always being the third wheel, it was normal for you. Other guys never gave you a second glance, so why bother going to look for attention? It was just a waste of time. Gabby walked out of the bar with this man, leaving you alone while other people were with their friends having fun. You were a very sensible woman and knew how to protect yourself just incase anyone tried anything. There were rumours that vampires were seen around this area for the last few weeks, but that didn't bother you. If there really was vampires around, wouldn't there be death reports? Especially with what everyone thinks vampires are like. Anyway, you sat there on your own and finished your drink, you didn't feel like staying out much longer, especially not with anyone to talk to. So you paid for your drinks and made your way outside, where there were only a handful of random drunk men all chatting and drinking. So you wait patiently in the area where taxi's turn up, one or two always come buy every half hour or so, but it seems that someone has seen you and likes the look of you. "Hey there sweet lips, what a girl like you doing all on her own huh?" "My name isn't sweet lips, I'm waiting for a taxi home, and I'm not a girl I'm a woman. Now go away"

You step away from him, but he takes another step closer to you, clearly not taking the hint. "I said go away" "Ah come on baby, you wanna have a little fun? I can show you something impressive" "Trust me, I highly doubt you have ANYTHING impressive to show me" "Wanna bet?" When you look at him, he shows you a large beaming smile, and suddenly 2 sharp fangs form at the top of his teeth, you instantly reach into your handbag once you realise he's a vampire. "Now, why don't you come along with me and I'll show you a good time eh?" "How about you go f#ck yourself" "You asked for it b#tch!" He lunges at you, but you grab his wrist, pull him down and take out your taser from your handbag. You taze him right inbetween his shoulder blades, making his shake in pain as he screams. He falls to the ground when you back off, still with the tazer in hand. "Oooh, you like it rough do you? Well let's see how you like this!" He runs right at you to attack you, but your one step infront, you dodge him for just a moment, but that was all you needed before you kicked him right in the ribs, and he fell to the floor winded. You don't hold back, you punch and kick him again and again, not allowing him a chance to get up and do something to you. Once you can see that he is in a complete state on the floor, you tell him. "I would have called the police, but pr#cks like you deserve karma" You are walking away from him when you suddenly bump into someone without realising.

He was 6 ft 5, he had long black wavy hair and his eyes were a piercing colour, almost like pearl mixed with diamond.

"Are you alright?" "Huh? Oh yeh, I'm fine. That guy over there was being-" "I know what we was doing...I was about to intervene before I saw how you handled him...I'm impressed..." "Thanks...its no less than what he deserves. Anyone willing to attack a woman on her own needs a taste of his own medicine. And I wouldn't be suprised if he's tried hurting other women too" "He's a disgrace to his kind..." "Yeh your ri-wait, his kind? You know he's a vampire?" "I can sence one of my own kin from anywhere, he's a disgrace. If you'll excuse me for just one moment" This towering man slips past you and makes his way over to the man who tried to assult you as he was getting back up. This man must have been a vampire too, but he seemed very mature....and strong. "Get up!" "Who the hell do you think you ar-Oh! My lord! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!" "I said get up!" "Yes, yes my lord" The man scrambles to his feet and addresses him, straightening himself up to look impressive. "I was a witness to how you treated this young woman, how do you explain yourself? And don't you dare think about lying to me, because I will know if you are. Remember, I witnessed what you did" "My lord, I-I was only trying to get lucky. She's looked-" "She looked what?" "...Easy? I was just trying to-" He couldn't say anything else when this mysterious man grabbed him by his throat and held him up, pinning him against the wall, it completely stunned you. "You dare speak about this woman in that way? Woman are suposed to be protected, cherished....not be seen as inanimate objects for your own personal use!" "I'm sorry-I'm sorry!"

"Silence!.....Leave this place and never darken the sight of any woman ever again, do I make myself clear?" "Yes! Yes I'm sorry lord Valek" What did he just say? No! It cant be can it? He throws this guy to the floor and he runs away as quickly as he could, and this man turns back and walks back to you, your to stunned to say anything. "I apologise for my actions just there, but like you said yourself, he deserves a taste of his own medicine" You were still a little shocked, and he could see that etched on your face. "Please don't be afraid my dear, I do not wish to frighten you in anyway. I'm sure you have heard many tales about my kind-" "Your him aren't you?" "I'm sorry?" "Your really him....your Jan Valek" He gives you a small smile "Indeed I am....and your...your not frightened....I can sence it from you" "No...no I'm not frightened" "How? Humans fear my kind and flee the moment they see us....but you haven't run away from me? Despite knowing who I am? Haven't your kind told you many terrible tales about me?" "They have..." "But?..." "But I'd rather see things for myself before I can judge" Again, a small smile is smoothing over his lovely lips, showing his beautifully white teeth. But something caught his attention, he could hear the sound of a patrol car coming that way, as well as police cars, there were patrol cars who had people trained in killing vampires who drove them, they were a danger to Valek. "Let me walk you to your taxi" He offered as you both walk towards one that just pulled up, he opened the door for you and closed it behind you when you got your seatbelt on.

He leaned against the open window as you look back at him. "I must leave, it's not safe for me to be out hear" "So? I wont be able to speak to you again?" "Is that something you would like?" "....yes, I would"

"Then we shall....this address is where it is safe for both of us" He says handing you a card, delicately brushing his fingers against yours as he pulls away. "If you wish to see me again, I will be at this address before sunset....but before you go, I must know....what beautiful name was bestowed to you?" "Y/N" "Y/N...its like music to the ear" He gently takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. "I will hope to see you again, my dear Y/N....have a pleasant night" And with that, the taxi driver goes down the street as it takes you home, and Valek is able to flee the scene before the patrol arrives. You had many thoughts running through your mind as you make your way home. How the hell did you manage to speak to the very first vampire? Why didn't he kill you? Why was he interested in helping and talking to you? Why did he look so handsome? You shouldn't fine someone you just met so handsome, despite him being a vampire, THE vampire! Were you dreaming? Why did he kiss your hand and look at you like that? And will you really go through with it and see him again? Your family were so against vampires that if you mentioned anything about them, they wouldn't listen to single word you say, they were dead set against them...but you weren't.

You spent a few days at home, thinking about the pros and cons of seeing Valek again, and after some careful consideration, you decided to go. The next early evening, you told your family you were tired and were going to bed, they didn't care and said goodnight to you. Thats when you went upstairs to your room, slipped out of the upstairs window and made your way down the drain pipe to the ground. It was easy and you had done it many times before, so you slipped into the garage and pushed your moterbike out to the street, not wanting to make anyone in the house aware. You turn your bike on and head in the direction of the address he gave you. It took about 20 minutes to get there, and when you arrived, it was a motel. It didn't look very popular, but maybe that was a good thing. This may have been a safe place for vampires, especially considering he isn't able to be around humans in public for more than a few minutes without the fear of being hunted or killed. You parked up outside and walked towards the motel, there was only one room that looked like there was someone inside, so you walk up to the door and gave it a knock. And as soon as you did that, it swung open and standing in the doorway, was Valek. "You came, please come in Y/N" "Thank you" You walked in and there were other vampires there too, maybe 7 or 8?

They were all doing their own thing and chatting amongst themselves. "Y/N, may I offer you a drink?" "Oh yes please" He guides you over to the drinks table and he makes one for you first, then himself. It was surprisingly pleasant considering you were in a room filled with suposed monsters. They were all happy to meet you and talk to you, you spent most of the night talking to Valek but the others too, it was much calmer and nicer than any nights out you had with any human you knew, you really enjoyed yourself. You had been there nearly 3 hours already, and you started to feel quite hot, and Valek could see that. "Y/N your very red, would you like to get some fresh air" "I would love too" He walks you out of the motel room and you both lean against one of the vampires black cars outside, it was so nice to feel the cool breeze as you start to feel better. "I'm so pleased you came to see me Y/N, I wasn't sure you would come" "I honestly wasn't sure I was going to either, but I'm so glad I did. I've had the best night ever hear, laughing, drinking and feeling more at home than I do in my own house. My uhh...my family arent the easiest to live with" "Oh no, may I ask why?" "They're just so closed minded, they are so judgemental of everyone and I don't want to be anything like them. My parents are even judgemental towards me, they don't like who I am or how I like to experience new things. I honestly feel trapped there sometimes, but i have nowhere else to go" "Well you do now" "What do you mean?"

"You can be around us, everyone in that motel room really enjoyed your company and they have told me themselves that they hope you come again. I certainly hope you come back again, having you around....makes me feel more alive than I have ever felt" "You really mean that Valek?" "Every single word" This is very sweet of him to say, but you have some doubt. "What's wrong?" "Its just...Valek I....I don't know why you of all vampires would want to spend time with me" "What do you mean?" "Isn't it obvious? Valek, you are the oldest and strongest vampire in the world, the very first in existence" "What does that have do do with anything?" "I'm just some random human...I'm nothing special...so I don't understand why you would want to be around me. Humans think vampires are dangerous, so wouldn't vampires feel the same way about us? I just...." He listens to every word you say, and be can feel the worry behind them, but he is about to put all those thoughts at ease. He doesn't say a word as he steps up right infront of you, looking down at you with his piercing eyes. His knuckles gently brush against your cheek before his hand rests against your face, the tention between you both was deafening and you were desperate for his touch. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, there was this electricity you felt, and you didn't understand what it was, but with him being this close to you now, you knew what it was. Your eyes closed in anticipation of his touch, and then when you feel the soft smooth feel of his lips pressing against yours. It was very slow and delicate at first, almost like he was a little hesitant to come on to strong, but you had other plans.

Your hand gripped the back of his neck and your other hand grabs him by the collar, pulling him in closer and creating more passion between you both. He couldn't contain himself, he holds you against his body as he lifts you up and sits you on top of the car, slipping himself inbetween your legs as he stands above you, never breaking the kiss. My god this felt so good, his lips were so soft and yet full of hunger, and his tounge danced in your mouth as you grip a little harder onto him. You couldn't keep your hands off eachother, it was electrifying. A very loud noise suddenly burst through the air and startled both of you out of that moment, you hold onto eachother as you see that one of the higher vampires has got very drunk and fallen against a large rubbish bin, and that's what made the crashing sound. You look back at eachother and let out a little giggle when you realise it was nothing to be scared about. Unfortunately, before you and Valek could continue what you started, another higher vampire came out and called for Valek to come and help him, apparently one of the others had seriously hurt themselves and was in need of his help. He agreed and helped you down off the car, even though he wanted nothing more that to take you right then and there, and you wanted him too. "I uhh, I think it's time for me to go now Valek. If I'm not back soon, my family will know I snuck out" "I understand Y/N....this whole night was...." "Really nice..." "Most definitely....will you come back?" "Absolutely" He gave you a warm smile. "I'll see you soon, goodnight Valek" "Good night Y/N" He cups your face and kisses you sweetly just before you head to your moterbike, it made your cheeks warm from the blush. You give him a smile and a wave before you drive down the road and on towards home.

You managed to sneak back into your room without anyone realising you had gone, that was a very successful.....and perfect night.

You were able to do this for the next 2 weeks without being caught, and as things got worse between you and your family, it just got better and better with Valek and the vampires. You had made life long friends with a few of the higher vampires, and things just improved more and more between you and Valek. You couldn't stop making out when you had some time alone together, and each time it just got better and better. Valek had told you last night that it was only going to be him at the motel tonight, as the others had work to do, to improve his mansion. He told you about his mansion before and said once it's safe for humans, he would show you around. You were secretly quite happy that it would be just him tonight, you had so many scenarios in your head about being with him, could tonight be the night? 20 minutes before you were going to leave, you were in the kitchen having a drink when your father came in. "Why are you so happy?" "Am I not allowed to be happy?" "You never smile I'm this house" "And I wonder why that is" You say leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. "Hey! I wasn't finished talking to you" "Well I am, so leave me alone" "You and your mother have something we want to discuss with you" "What's that?" You mother sits up to look at you, and says "We're going to need more rent money off you Y/N. Instead of £500, were going to need £800" "What?! It that's my entire paycheck! How will I afford to pay my bills and my petrol for my moterbike of you have all my money?!" "That's not mine and your mothers problem, we need the money" "If you need money that bad, get yourself a f#cking job!"

"I'm not working! Why should I have to get a job?" "Because your supose to be the ones paying for this house and supporting your daughter, not the other way around! You don't make Josh get a job!" "Your brother is a good boy, he doesn't need to work" "He's a bully who makes my life a living hell! And it's the same with you both too!" "Either you give us your money or your out of this house!" "Fine! Then I'm gone!" "Good! We never loved you, you were only something we could use! I hope you get eaten by vampires when your all alone out there in the street!" "Little do you know dad, but I would actually prefer the company of vampires to you and this hell hole of a house any day! I'm getting my things!" You stormed up the stairs and packed all your stuff up, your clothes, essentials, paperwork and anything what belonged to you. You didn't have much anyway so packing wasn't a problem, what was the problem was where you were going to live, what were you going to do. You storm back downstairs, through the door and start putting everything into your moterbike. Everyone came out and your dad said. "This can all be avoidable Y/N, just give us all the money you have when you get paid and you can stay hear. As long as you cook and clean every inch of this house too!" "How about you go f#ck yourselves! And by the way, not only will you never have anymore of my money, but I've been saving cash in my room from all of you for years! I've got a good couple of thousand in this bike" "You what?! Give it to us!" "No! You never helped me or made me feel like I was part of the family, I hope I never see you #ssholes ever again!" And right after you put on your helmet, you were driving as quick as a flash away from your family forever. You were finaly free of those cruel bast#rds.....but what were you going to do now? You had no home, and all the anger had flooded away, and now sadness had set in.

You were in floods of tears the whole time you drove to the motel, and all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs and let it all out. Which you actually end up doing, it was extremely releaving and the sadness was screamed out along with the anger, at the end of it, you just felt tired of screaming, but my god it was good to get it all off your chest. If you hadn't have done that, you knew you would have been a wreck infront of Valek, and that's the last thing you want to be infront of him. You arrive outside the motel just after sunset and Valek is stood there waiting for you, you take off your helmet, and he instinctively know somethings not right, he can see your cheeks stained with tears. He uses his super speed to stand right beside you once your off the bike. "Y/N! My goodness what has happened? Has someone hurt you?! I swear if anyone even so much as laid a finger on you-"

"Valek please just take a breath, noone had hurt me, I'm ok" "Then what on earth has brought so much sadness and anger to you? I can sence it on you, it feels like it was stronger before you got hear" "Its my... it's my family Valek......they've kicked me out" "They what?! They've made you homeless? How could they do that to you?" "Valek listen, can we talk about this inside please? I'm cold out hear" "Yes of course, come with me" He put his arm over your shoulder as he lead you into the motel room, it was instantly much warmer in there, and it helped you feel more at ease. You both sat at the end if the bed, his arm still around your shoulder in a comforting way.

"What happened Y/N? Why did they kick you out?" "They demanded I give them all of my money. I was the only one who had a job in that house and i did everything to support them, when they don't lift a single finger. They demanded I give them my entire paycheck and cook and clean the house every day. There was no way I was going to do any of that, and they said I either had to give them my money, or leave" "Oh my poor Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened" "You want to know something Valek? I'm actually releaved" "Releaved?" "Yes!" You say standing up, feeling a sudden burst of energy. "I was really upset and angry at them when it happened, but on the way hear, I did something that really helped. I never voiced my worries or problems, I try to hid it away. So I screamed at the top of my lungs as much as I could when I was driving. And I feel like a enormous weight has been pulled off my chest! I'm free! I'm free of them and I don't have to live in a god awful house with those #ssholes anymore! I have some money saved up so I can look for a place of my own, and I-" "Woh woh just stop there for just a moment. Y/N, I am so glad you feel happy about this, if I'd have known you were struggling that much in your house I would have intervened before. But listen to me when I say this, you do not have to spend your hard earned money on another home, because you already have one" "What do you mean?" "With me....come and live with me Y/N..." Now he stands up with you, being much closer to you. "My mansion has hundreds of bedrooms and places inside for fun. There's a games room, dining room, a ball room plus so much more, there's everything there you could ever want. My mansion can be your new home if you would like it, everyone else would love to have you there...and I would want nothing more than to have you stay. I could see you without having to worry about your safety, I could protect you from anything and anyone who tries to hurt or upset you...."

His hand held yours as he looked deep into your eyes. "I....I need to be around you Y/N....be with you....I adore you....what do you say? Will you stay with me? I could give you a home" "You reach up and hold his face in your hand. "Your mansion isn't my new home Valek....you are..." You knew that you loved him, and you knew you wanted nothing more than to share your life with him too. His smile was so beautiful as you tell him that, and he simply can't contain his excitement, he kisses you with an explosive passion. He instantly lifts you into his arms as he holds you against his chest, you hold on desperately to his shoulders and neck as the kiss gets more and more desperate, there was so much tention between you both, finaly you could do something about it. He throws you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, that was an incredible turn on, and it just made you wetter as he climbed on top of you and captured your lips in a fiary kiss again. You have had sex before, but this was truly something else! He tears your shirt away to reveal your bear breasts and his mouth is instinctively around your nipple, circling it in perfect motion as his hand is cupping and playing with your other breast. His hands and mouth were working magic on your body. I knew I wanted to f#ck him, but I didn't think I knew what that meant until right now. with his mouth feeling so good against my bare skin and my back arching off the bed as my hands tangle themselves into his thick black hair, my body was craving his touch "Oh f#ck" I moan, my eyes barely able to stay open, shivers of pleasure going through my body like electric shocks. He just smirked as he left and trail of hot, mark leaving kisses down towards your lower stomach. He rips your trousers off within a second, and he can see how wet you already are. "Oh f#ck Y/N, I've wanted to taste you for so long...but in more ways than one..." He makes sure your looking at him when he bares his vampire teeth, he licks the area of your inner thigh, asking for permission through his eyes. You were more than exited for him to bite you, you nod at him through your shaking desire, and once he sees that, he closes in on the inside warm skin of your thigh, biting into the soft and silky smooth skin. "HUH! Oh f#ck!" As soon as he bit into your leg, there were waves of intense desire and pleasure pulsing through your whole body, straight from that bite. And the more he sucked, the stronger it felt, it was as if any orgasm you had felt before was just a little muscle spasm compared to this incredible feeling. You couldn't contain the pure extacy that burst out of your lungs as he brought you to the most absolute purest of pleasurable feelings, you had never felt anything like it! Even after he stops biting you and licks the area where he bit you, it heals very quickly but the feeling us still resonating in your thigh and body. His hand glided up your body and eigjt up towards your neck and face, he glides a finger over your mpitj as he whispers "Isn't it beautiful? Something you'll never forget? I know I wont..."

A breathy moan escapes your lips as his hand glided back down your body, his delicious smile making you feel more and more turned on, but now it was time for the best part. His buried his head inbetween your legs and completely devoured you without holding anything back, he was like a man starved. It instantly made you shake and whimper in pleasure, somehow, the bite had done something to your body. It appears the venom released into your blood stream, has increased the nerve endings in your entire body, making even the smallest of touches feel orgasmic. He doesn't stop licking and sucking at your tender clit, inserting two fingers inside of you and bringing you to orgasm within mere moments of him touching you down there. You feel multiple orgasms flow through you again and again, your shouting out in utter pleasure from all this excitement flowing through you. You get to a point where it's so strong, you feel like your about to pass out, but he senses this and stops after making you feel your 4th orgasm just with his tounge. You lie on the bed, exhausted from all the pleasure, but he wasn't finished yet. He was just giving you a break before the main event, snd he did that by slowly undressing infront of you, releasing his rock hard throbbing cock, it bounced against his stomach as it was pulled out of his black boxer shorts. You were able to get your breath back before he was on top of you again, you could feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, and his bare muscular chest pressed against your breasts.

"You sound so beautiful when you cum...do you want more?...." "Yes Valek" "Tell me you want more....beg for me..." "I need you Valek! Please f#ck me! Make me yours!" And just like that, he pulls you up and sits you on his lap in the lotus position, grabbing your hips and sliding himself inside of you with one fast thrust. Your breath catches in your throat, my god he felt so good inside you, he stretched you and you could feel his full length and he bucked your hips back and forth. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers leaving scratches all over his back as you hold him against you, f#cking you mercilessly and making you see stars. Again and again he makes you cum so strong that you feel like you going to pass out in his arms. You can feel hes getting close now too, he looks deep into your eyes, still thrusting into you. "Just one more my beautiful treasure, just cum for me one more time..." Tears are streaming down your face, but despite the sheer over stimulation your feeling, you are able to nod in agreement for him, and he kisses you neck as he starts thrusting harder, and harder.

"Oh god Valek! I can't! Oh f#ck I'm gunna-" All of a sudden, he slams you down onto you back against the bed and full on pounds into you with all his might, bringing you to the most powerful, full body shaking, lung squeezing screaming release you had ever experienced in your entire existence! You were so loud you thought the next county could hear you! He hit his release too, just as strong as yours, and he was loving every single moment of your body experiencing everything he was doing to it. Once he finaly stoped moving his hips, you rest your head against his shoulder for a moment, feeling absolutely exhausted and drained from the whole experience, but it was the best s#x of your entire life. "I have lived for 600 years, and tonight was the best night I have ever had" "It was incredible Valek....I feel so....I cant keep my eyes...open..." "Shhh my beautiful treasure, you need to relax and sleep after our time together. Hear, let you help you get comfortable" He lies down beside you and pulls you into his arms, you have little to no strength at all, your barely able to hold onto him. He lies your head on his chest, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair. "That was the best night of my life Valek... you were so...it was..." "Shhh my treasure, you need to sleep now. That's it, just close your eyes...I'll be right hear...."

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