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The Well-Traveled Sage

Hermione x Draco | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 19: “Oh. Hey. What are you doing here?” | WC 2523 | Rating: M

Hermione pivoted in a slow spiral, beaming at her holiday decorations and patting herself on the back. They’d been up for a couple of weeks now, but she’d gone for a little more effort the day before Christmas for last-minute shoppers that were bound to come scrambling in the door as they usually did.

It wasn’t much, but it was hers: a new and used bookshop she’d dubbed The Well-Traveled Sage. While Hermione did adore new books, there wasn’t quite anything like cracking open an aged tome and inhaling its memories and experiences.

She’d even snagged a delightful older witch by the name of Marina Birchen to spot the kiosk Hermione had built into the front corner of the store overlooking Diagon Alley. Offering coffee, tea, and simple sandwiches, Sage enticed readers and peckish passers-by alike.

Her Christmas decorations had done the same; the numbers from the past month were a testament to that. She’d charmed her wrought-iron sign with multi-coloured lights that caught the eye all the way from the Leaky’s brick entrance. As they drew closer, people were treated to more lights bordering a window display that not only featured those within reading their books and drinking their tea, but added a filter that cast them in a different festive setting each day. Today, it would be one of her childhood favorites, the Isle of Misfit Toys. Those looking in would see patrons dressed up like nutcrackers, plush toys, and elves. Yesterday, it had been an Ice Kingdom with frozen flooring and furniture, each patron seemingly adorned in layers of frost, their hair and eyelashes sparkling white.

Subtle festive instrumentals played in the background upon entering. While Hermione loved carols, it would not do for overly loud music to distract customers from what mattered most. She wanted them to browse uninterrupted, to come up to her with questions that she could easily discuss without having to project her voice over another one of Celestina Warbeck’s hits.

Her extra touch today would be Patronus-like apparitions shaped like her otter playfully rolling and jumping over one another just outside her storefront before tucking tail and running for the door, only to vanish and repeat their performance. So focused was she on admiring her charmwork that she didn’t notice she now had an audience.

“Fancy.”

“Oh!” Hermione spun so quickly at the familiar voice that she found herself slipping on the patch of ice she hadn’t yet gotten to removing.

She braced herself for impact, eyes squeezing shut.

Warm arms wrapped around her and hoisted her back onto her feet. She opened her eyes to stare straight up into the bemused face of Draco Malfoy.

He didn’t let go of her straight away, as she would have expected. They stood there puffing out clouds and noses pink in the chill morning air. Without even thinking, her fingers curled where the rested against his chest in search for heat in the thick wool.

“You alright there, Granger?” he asked, his voice low and lilting in amusement.

It was one thing for her childhood nemesis to save her from falling flat on her arse, but quite another for him to hold onto her and check on her wellbeing. She was tempted to scoff and shove him away for the sheer cheek of hugging her so closely.

Except he smelled really, really good.

She couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering shut once more and taking a deep inhale.

Pine needles. Cedarwood. Some kind of combination of vanilla and cinnamon.

“How dare you smell so good, Malfoy.” She said it without opening her eyes, still luxuriating in the olfactory embrace.

It was his huff that coaxed them open. One white blond eyebrow arched along with the slanted smile on his lips. “I apologize for offending you so.”

Still the absence of any sort of malice or distaste. If anything, he looked amused.

How odd.

“Right then.” She finally stepped back and he slowly let go, almost as if he were worried she would slip yet again. “Thank you for catching me.”

He eyeballed the ground at their feet. “We should probably get rid of this, don’t you think?”

Without even being asked to, he pulled out his wand and began swirling it around in the familiar strokes of vanishing the instrument of her near-demise. She joined in and, together, they cleared the entire section of cobblestone mere minutes.

“Don’t worry about the rest; cleaners will come by and take care of it before most of the shoppers arrive. I just like to get a head start,” Hermione instructed. She turned to look at him now that their work was complete.

The wizard just had to go and look just as fine as he smelled.

The wool cloak to which she’d clung barely even scratched the surface of his devastating masculinity. Draco Malfoy had grown up.

Gone was the youth of her more recent memories. While he’d never suffered the half-starved look she and the boys had gotten over the year on the run, she distinctly remembered Malfoy’s slender frame and how he looked like he could have been blown over by a gust of wind. He’d looked even worse when she testified for him before the Wizengamot, chained as he was to the chair in the center of the room. She’d been pleasantly surprised at the thank you letter she’d received from him not a month later when he’d been released to one year of house arrest followed by three in service to the Ministry.

Now he towered above her with broad shoulders and a distinctly solid look to him.

“My, you are tall.”

The sound that spilled from his lips was so thoroughly unexpected that it took a moment for Hermione to realize that he was chuckling. It wasn’t that she hadn’t ever heard him laugh in all their years as students, but the delightful sound had certainly never been directed at her in such a warm tone that made her feel a part of the experience rather than its victim.

“It helps that I don’t have a reason to slouch anymore. Also, you are short.”

She must have made some expression of indignation because that chuckle was back in more force and if they hadn’t just cleared all the ice she might have been concerned he’d lose his balance.

“I’ll have you know that I am of average height for the average British woman. You are far above the average for the average British man. What are you even doing here this early in the morning, anyway?”

He raised a brow, whether that was at her vehement defense of her (average) height, or due to her swift transition, she couldn’t say. Perhaps, it was both.

“Well,” he said in a measured pace, “I suppose I’m here aiming to do exactly what a business owner like yourself would hope for on Christmas Eve.”

Before he could continue, she grinned. “Who’d you forget to get a gift for, Malfoy?”

This time, it was his turn to look chagrined. It brought her a strange modicum of comfort in its familiarity to that tone he’d get as a kid when someone didn’t acknowledge his family name. He was still Malfoy, no matter how attractive she now found him.

“I did not forget so much as I was forcefully put into a position of obligatory exchange.”

He almost growled at the explanation, teeth snapping shut and withholding the name of his ire.

“Well, in that case, follow me. You look like you could use a cuppa.”

She spun on her heel, smugly noting that this time there was no chance of her falling, and walked through her door without looking back.

He followed her, of course.

Once he’d been served a cup of Earl Grey, he stared at her rather than sip from the perfectly-brewed beverage. “Hm. Theo was right.”

“What about Theo?” She looked back at him curiously.

Unlike with Malfoy, Hermione had remained in touch with Theo Nott, or, more accurately, she had finally gotten to know him. Because, unlike when they were students and had ignored one another for still unknown reasons, they finally had occasion to speak. Gone were the House divides and meddling peers. There was simply her shop, the books, and a shared passion for literature.

Theo, it turned out, was a man of impeccable and varied tastes.

The first time he’d come around, Hermione had been justifiably suspicious. He’d never given her undue grief, that was for certain, but he certainly had never bothered to stop Malfoy and his cronies from bullying her. On occasion, he’d even joined in on the laughter.

Perhaps the changes in his attitude were signs of her current predicament with Draco Malfoy. Then, like now, she’d been completely thrown off course when the curly-haired swot (because yes, as a swot, herself, she was allowed to call out one of her own) marched up to the check-out desk to demand audience with the “owner of this establishment.”

Once he realized that he was already speaking with her, he tore into Hermione with a ferocity that would have had Madam Pince glowing with pride.

The grievance?

She’d slotted Widdle’s Modern Applications of Ancient Arithmancy next to Wideman’s Ancient Applications of Misunderstood Arithmancy.

Alphabetical organization aside, her error had been in assuming that the two belonged in the same section of Arithmancy—according to Theo, the latter was obviously a Divination text.

Upon further inspection, she’d been forced to agree with him.

Thus began a mutually beneficial friendship based on a shared fascination in far more fields of interest than Hermione would have ever expected from the former Slytherin. She’d always known Theo was intelligent, but he must’ve gone to some lengths to hide the full extent of their commonalities for unknown reasons.

Might Malfoy intrigue her in a different way?

“He told me I’d find what I needed here. With you.”

He stared unblinking at her, grey eyes bright in curiosity. Hermione willed herself not to look away.

What did that even mean, that he’d find whatever he needed from her? What was Theo up to?

Drawing herself up as tall as her stature would allow, Hermione endeavored to discover just that.

“What is it that you’re looking for?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.”

“Surely you have some idea already? This is a bookstore, with books.” Circe, did she sound as annoying as she felt? Damn, Theo, and his mysterious intentions.

“Well, I already have a lot of books, an entire library of them, in fact.”

Ah, yes, she knew of the Malfoy Library. It was legendary among booksellers and readers alike. Untold numbers of priceless volumes supposedly filled its shelves and most would give an organ, or perhaps their first-born child, to spend even fifteen minutes in the esteemed collection.

“But you’re not shopping for yourself, are you? Isn’t this a last-minute gift? What if they want books?”

He nodded slowly, still staring down at her, his expression unreadable. “That’s true,” he mused, “though I would think they’d be more delighted in a first edition.”

Now she was annoyed.

“Alright, Malfoy, spill. Who is it? Maybe if I know them I can help pinpoint where we can start looking.”

He hesitated for a moment, which only served to burn her curiosity even brighter.

“It’s for Millicent Bulstrode.”

Hermione’s first instinct was disappointment. His gifttee was a witch. Then, she was forced to confront that feeling. Why was she disappointed? Surely she hadn’t hoped his reasoning some ploy to capture her attentions…had she?

Her second instinct was a direct result of the witch’s name. Millicent. Bulstrode. Another former bully, but, thanks to Theo, another connection that was quickly becoming frightening in its fast familiarity. The signs had been there all along with Hermione’s unfortunate introduction sans Millicent’s knowledge to their love for cats. Not only did they hold fast to their feline companions, but they were coincidentally both active writers in the Gilderoy Lockhart Fanfic Forums.

Oh, how they’d squealed in filthy glee once they learned each others’ handles and gushed on about how much they loved the others’ works. Sure, the genuine article of man was a hankerchief stain on humanity and currently waxing poetic to anyone who would listen to him in St. Mungo’s. But! His works, lies, yes, thoroughly exaggerated, yes, but ripe with opportunity for elaboration and extrapolation and whatever other ‘e’ word (dare she say it?) they could concoct together.

“I’m afraid to ask now.”

Malfoy looked at her warily, almost leaning backwards from the look on her face. She didn’t have a mirror anywhere nearby, but she suspected she looked some combination of gleeful and debauched.

“Mills, huh? I know just what she’ll like.”

They had, in fact, talked about inspirational material earlier that week.

The sound that emerged from Malfoy’s throat when she turned down the Poetry aisle and stopped in front of one specific shelf defied description.

Sod it.

It came somewhat close to the pathetic noise he’d made when he’d been righteously scratched by Buckbeak all those years ago. She peeked furtively through the corner of her eye, but didn’t see any blood. So, emotional distress, it was.

“I, uh, still don’t see why Theo sent me here. We do have poetry in our library…” his voice trailed off as he brought his face close to one particular shelf, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. “This cover shouldn’t be displayed openly.”

He gestured towards a copy of Kim Adinnizio’s “What Is This Thing Called Love?” Hermione thought the teal sepia photo cover tasteful.

“What? Do you have something against women in knickers?” Face hidden, the woman lingered in a bedroom next to a reclining man, the implications clear. It really was modest considering the contents.

“No, but,” his face bloomed as he continued to look on, “I don’t think I can look Millie in the face and give this to her.”

“Oh, now you have to buy this, along with this one, and this one, ooh! This, as well.”

He looked comical holding a tower of books. She didn’t bother telling him she normally made sure patrons had baskets with feather-light charms; she found she liked seeing the way his arms naturally bulged beneath his sleeves.

“Well, if you’re certain…” Malfoy craned his neck to peek at the spines.

“There’s a healthy mixture of poets there that will have Mills crowing with pleasure for the veritable future. Trust me, she’ll love it.”

His attention back on her, she warmed at the way his hooded gaze dropped to her lips, then scanned boldly down her figure before flicking back up to her eyes.

“I take it that if you know her preferences, that you share some of them?”

Oh, Theo. You damnable, lovable darling.

“Witches never tell.”

He cocked his head and stepped closer. “What if I ask very nicely? Perhaps, over a bottle of my finest in the company of an exceedingly rare book collection?”

Well, there went her knickers.

“Let me ring you up. I get off at 6.”

And maybe, just maybe, she’d get off again Christmas morning.

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3.

I wrote this on the plane between WA and NY in a fit of inspiration and ended up finishing it up while we waited in Newark Airport waiting for our ride that was stuck in the Holland Tunnel for about 2 hours due to an earlier collision. Who knew I had it in me to write with so many distractions! There was a woman yelling into her phone about her dastardly family staying at the Waldorf and where the hell was her private jet, and then there as an elderly lady who had mistakenly called two different car services and trying to figure out how to cancel the second after the first found her wearing a sign with her name. Chaos!

I’ll be on vacation for the next week so my updates will likely be spotty, but DO enjoy yourself this holiday :) I’ll still try to update whenever I can!

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Pansies, the Cheerful Harbingers of Spring

From the sweet little Johnny Jump Ups to the cute little cat-faced pansies, the plants in the viola family are cheery harbingers of spring. Newer varieties, such as Icicle when planted in the fall, are guaranteed to overwinter and bloom again in spring. These versatile plants are perfect for planting early in the season when frost still threatens. It’s a joy to see their smiling faces peeking through unexpected late spring snowfalls, reassuring us that warm weather is on its way.

Pansy Choices:

Pansy plant choices recommended by Nancy Szerlag our gardening expert:

V. tricolor (Johnny-jump-up): This popular species features purple, white, and yellow flowers, usually in combination. It thrives in gravel.

‘Bowles Black’: With dark purple flowers that appear almost black and a yellow center.

‘Helen Mound’ (‘Helen Mount’): Bears large flowers in the traditional purple, yellow, and white combination.

V. x wittrockiana (Pansy): Comes in various colors, often multi-colored or with face-like markings.

‘Floral Dance’: Popular for spring and fall displays, it's quite cold-hardy with flowers in a variety of solid and multi-colors.

‘Imperial’ series: Bears large flowers in a range of unique colors. For example, ‘Imperial Frosty Rose’ has deep rose-pink centers that gradually pale to white near the edges of the petals.

‘Joker’ series: Features bi-colored or multi-colored flowers with distinctive face markings in various colors.

‘Maxim Marina’: Bears light blue flowers with white-rimmed dark blue blotches at the center and is tolerant of both hot and cold temperatures.

‘Watercolor’ series: A newer group with flowers in delicate pastel shades.

Traditionally, pansies only bloomed in early spring, but now with Icicle Pansies® and Icicle Violas®, you can have a beautiful garden blooming in November and again in March – a double whammy! These easy-to-grow pansies are guaranteed to bloom in the following spring when planted in late summer or early fall.

Planting and Care for Pansies

Pansies thrive when planted in locations with 6 to 12 hours of daily sunlight, spaced 6" to 8" apart, and reaching a height of 6" to 8". Proper care ensures they bloom both in the fall and spring. To get the best results, plant them in fertile, well-drained soil. Be sure to water them and apply all-purpose fertilizer during planting and again in the spring, watering as needed throughout the fall and spring seasons. It's important to avoid locations exposed to strong winds, road salt, or standing water, as this can harm your pansies. These hardy plants might even continue to bloom until snow covers them, appearing dormant in winter only to bloom again when spring temperatures return.

Caring for pansies involves planting seedlings 2-3 weeks before the expected last frost, especially in good soil with organic material. In such cases, they require only light feeding at planting, about half a teaspoon of slow-release granular fertilizer per plant. Regular deadheading promotes more blooms and maintains an attractive appearance. As summer arrives, consider replacing pansies with heat-loving annuals to keep your garden vibrant. You'll find pansies available in garden centers in September, perfect for adding color during the fall and winter months.

In conclusion, Pansies are nature's way of announcing spring's arrival with their vibrant colors and hardiness. Whether you choose traditional or newer varieties, these cheerful flowers bring joy to any garden. To explore common issues that pansies might face, check out this page: Problems Of Pansies

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this is so fun

f: fairy song, beabadoobee

l: lonely hearts club, marina

o: ordinary things, ariana grande

w: we can't be friends, ariana grande

e: enchanted, taylor swift

r: recess, melanie martinez

f: frost, tomorrow x together

l: lo$er lo♡er, tomorrow x together

o: one of those girls, avril lavigne

w: when the world was at war we kept dancing, lana del rey

e: eternal sunshine, ariana grande

r: rock n roll, avril lavigne

f: further away, beabadoobee

l: lovesick, laufey

o: opening sequence, tomorrow x together

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⸻ THE PRINCE(SS) & THE PROTECTOR [PT. 2]

pairing: zoro x reader

word count: 2.4k

synopsis:  refer to the first chapter: HERE

note: ^^please read the first part before this chapter, as it will be confusing otherwise :)

and here is the link to the third and final part: part three

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ZORO

Three months had passed along the winter winds. Spring was just behind the proverbial corner, peeking its blooming head around, awaiting the final frost’s imminent leave. For Zoro, this shift was taking far too long.

Why?

Because when the seasons changed, he would finally be able to see you again.

The message arrived last week. A letter, embossed with molten gold and folded into perfect fours, found its way onto the deck by way of carrier falcon in the early morning. It had been addressed to Luffy. For some reason, disappointment struck Zoro when the sender was revealed to be you.

He shook the strange feeling away and snatched the thick paper from Luffy’s hand to read over its contents. There was only a single sentence written on the sheet, penned in careful, familiar cursive.

Luffy jumped around, craning his neck—which was quite easy for him—to catch a glimpse of the message. “What is it? I want to see.”

Zoro ignored his captain, instead he folded the paper and carefully pocketed it.

“Well?”

A huge grin spread across Zoro’s face. “It’s time to get our crew back together.”

The Spring Solstice is approaching.

I hope to see you all there.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 　

The Merry docked in the sparkling harbours of a bustling metropolis. It was early morning—too early—and Zoro could feel the grogginess of a sleepless night weigh his limbs down. Despite the ungodly hour, the marina was buzzing with activity. People milled around, conversations floating seamlessly through the air. Some were setting up shop for the day—rows of all kinds of stores lined the inner docks and stretched far into the heart of the city. Others roamed about in various fashion; some were tourists and merchants, and others native citizens. No matter the purpose or the cause, everyone had the same buzzy manner to them. As if something electric was in the air, charging the atmosphere.

Zoro felt it too. That energy. That excitement. His blood thrummed with it.

The sun had just peeked over the horizon, casting the glossy buildings and shores in rosy hues. Your native kingdom was a modernist's dream. A glowing hub of glass, electricity, and the constant momentum of new, inspired invention. The technology here was all encompassing. Neon lights lined the sides of glittering buildings—some of which occupied their own space in the sky, suspended above the first foundational skyline. The vehicles zipping around, at least what Zoro thought were vehicles, were strange, sleek models equipped with an array of digital enhancements. They could fly too.

It seemed everything here belonged more to the sky than the earth.

Twenty minutes swiftly passed, and the crew slowly filtered away, each member marching off with their own designation in mind. Luffy wandered, led by his nose, down the streets filled with food stalls. The others offhandedly mentioned their own plans and each went their separate way. They made a promise to meet up in time for dinner, which was when they’d planned on surprising you at the palace.

The invitation itself was vague, but the shiny embossment at the bottom of the paper was the royal seal, a symbol which would, at minimum, grant them an audience with the king—and subsequently you.

A familiar groan made Zoro look up as he readied his own supplies to head out.

Sanji was off in a corner conversing with one of the store owners. They were engaged in what looked to be a heated transaction of sorts where the prize seemed to be a mint-coloured fish the size of a pencil and just as slim. The cook waved his hands in exasperation as the short, stocky salesman stared up at him in defiance.

Zoro shook his head, unable to muster any enthusiasm as he left the two bickering men to their devices. Instead, he ambled away and toyed with the hilt of his swords as he did so, rolling the smooth leather against the calloused skin of his fingers in an effort to expel the frayed nerves that rolled through his veins, causing his anxiety.

The city, alive as it was, had a strange air about it. As Zoro gradually made his way through the harbour and down the smoothly paved walkways that led to the heart of the metropolitan core, it became clearer to him that something had occurred—something important.

Shops had [CLOSED] signs put up despite it being late morning, flowers of all kinds were strewn around and fashioned into careful decorations, and many wore outfits of muted colours—a sea of grey and black trickled through the nation’s paths.

It was as if the city itself was in mourning.

Zoro shut those thoughts away. Perhaps those were the trends of the time. Perhaps the flowers were a cultural custom. Perhaps he was imagining it all and the foreboding thoughts invading his mind were nothing but unwarranted paranoia.

Everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 　

Miraculously, the crew congregated at the palace entrance relatively on time. Getting through the gates was surprisingly easy, and gaining an audience with the king—your father—was even easier.

The tall, imposing man greeted the crew with a wobbly smile. His hands, weathered and wrinkled with age, gripped his staff tightly until his knuckles turned white.

Something was wrong. Zoro was sure of it. Where were you?

“I did hope to meet you all under better circumstances,” he began. His brows furrowed as he worked his next words out. “[Y/N] always spoke so highly of you all.”

Zoro’s entire body tensed. Something was very very wrong.

Robin spoke up. “I apologize, Your Majesty, but what do you mean by that? Where is [Y/N]?”

The king’s expression falls. “I’m sorry… I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?” Zoro demanded, the thought of propriety forgoed. Anxiety bubbled up his throat like acid.

“The invitation was sent so long ago… I assumed that you received my letter regarding the news…”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“The letter of…” His lips trembled. “Of passing. I am sorry. [Y/N] is gone.”

The room fell silent.

“What? What are—what do you mean?”

Luffy stared straight at the floor, still as a rock. The rest of the crew looked shell shocked.

Zoro whirled around on the older man, eyes flashing.

“Tell me!”

Despite the obvious tension rolling off of Zoro, the man’s expression only softened in pity.

“I’m sorry.”

“What… what happened?” Sanji rasped from behind. Zoro turned at the sound of his voice and blanked at the sight.

Why were they looking at him like that? Like their hearts were breaking?

“Zoro.” Robin rested a hand on his shoulder in comfort, which was strange considering the tears in her eyes. It seemed she should be the one comforted. But why?

Why were they all…

Realization dawned on him. Heavy. Precise. A shot to the heart.

The tributes.

The singular letter.

A city in mourning.

Zoro dropped to his knees. His ears rang as blood rushed through his head. The reality of it was hitting him all too fast.

No.

He had never known grief like this before. It didn’t come slow. It didn’t creep up on him. It was there. Raw. Searing. Instant.

Sobs broke out from behind, but he barely took notice.

There was no room to breathe, much less think or speak. He tried anyway.

“…dy.”

Robin furrowed her brows, confused. “What was that?”

“The body.”

When no one answered and the tense silence persevered, Zoro lost it.

“I said show me the damn body!”

The swordsman was yelling now, fueled only by pain.

Hate. Regret. Despair.

Such foreign feelings with such an intimate touch. They rolled through him in waves, never fully dulled, ebbing and flowing with the motions of thought and time.

His chest was hollow. Everything was hollow. Empty. Zoro didn’t think he’d ever feel whole again.

How could this have happened?

This couldn’t have. They were mistaken. They had to be.

He had to see the body. It couldn’t be you. It couldn’t.

The screams continued. Curses. He cursed the gods… the heavens… anyone and everyone. He must have looked insane.

He must have gone insane.

The king only shook his head, sadness clouding his expression.

“The fire… nothing was left. Only…” he trailed off, eyes wide and glistening. “Only bones.”

“Oh…God!” Nami gasped and covered her mouth. Her hands trembled as she struggled to keep her cries at bay.

The rest of the crew weren’t faring much better. Each crew member was equally just as shocked and devastated at the news of your death. Most hadn’t stopped crying.

Zoro didn’t cry. He didn’t say another word until they made it back to the ship hours later. The moment he reached the hallways leading to his room, he collapsed. Robin and Luffy, who had been with him, rushed to their friend's aid.

Zoro felt nothing. Numbness had spread throughout his body, paralyzing what little control he had over himself.

The two others tried to help—to console him—to no avail.

They were at Zoro’s door, hands on his shoulders in comfort and solidarity, when he finally spoke up. His voice was rough and cracked; his palm was splayed flat against the wooden panel in an attempt to keep himself upright.

“Leave me,” he gritted out. A final plea. An incontestable order.

And so they did. They left him to that room—to the privacy of the oak door that did little to obscure his pain or muffle the echoes of silent suffering.

For weeks after, the ship was haunted by the ghost of you—of the memories and people left behind, forever tainted. Life, as static as it felt, still moved forward. The motions of the everyday cycled through spring until summer made its way across the horizon. The crew worked tirelessly, taking on odd jobs here and there as they sailed to their next destination, far from the land you once called home.

An accident, the king had said.

Unpreventable.

Inescapable.

You were merely at the wrong place at the wrong time and dealt a tragic hand by fate. Zoro had never quite believed in fate, but now he held a newfound hatred for it.

“[Y/N] was supposed to come back.”

“Zoro…” Nami hesitated. This was the most Zoro had spoken in days.

“Some time would pass. Maybe longer than I wanted, but not more than half a year.” His voice faltered on the last part.

“Everyone would make up. Chopper would cry. Sanji and Usopp too, probably. The awkwardness would linger, but only for a little while. I had it all planned out; what I’d say when we were reunited. I’d apologize. Grovel. Beg on my goddamn knees if that’s what it took. It didn’t matter. I would have crawled through the dirt if asked.”

Zoro’s eyes were unfocused, gazing blankly into the far horizon. The crew stood across from him near the ship’s helm, uneasy and somber, blocking most of the view. Zoro continued to stare forward, unmoving. He wasn’t looking at them. Rather, he stared past them. Through them. Like they weren’t even there. He just…watched. Waiting in silence for something that would never appear.

Time moved forward still, stubborn in its momentum against those so desperate to stay tethered in its past.

It was early morning and not many of the crew were awake yet. Robin and Sanji were the only ones awake aside from Zoro, though they were more preoccupied with the swordsman than their own responsibilities.

Zoro was training on the upper deck. He repeatedly slashed his swords in a sharp movement against a steel mannequin. The poor thing was in tatters from the relentless onslaught of strikes and hits.

Robin, who was watching from a short distance away, asked: “Has he slept?”

Another slash. The training dummy rattled from the force as another gaping hole appeared in its extremity. It wouldn’t last much longer.

“No. But he doesn’t do much of anything. He drinks, sleeps, and trains to the point of exhaustion every day,” Sanji sighed, hand ruffling through his hair in frustration. “He barely even eats. I tried making his favourite meal last night but he couldn’t keep it down for longer than five minutes. I’m… concerned.”

“He’s lost some weight,” Robin noted with a frown.

“Yeah, well… he’s lost a lot of things recently.”

A pause.

“So have we.”

Sanji swallowed. The loss was still fresh in their hearts. Still raw and painful and devastating. Sometimes he’d forget for a little bit. He’d prepare a meal, share a laugh, or lose himself in a job, and for a second he’d forget all about the pain. But seconds were seconds and life moved fast—too fast for them to grasp those moments of peace and hold onto them like lifelines, which they so deeply resembled.

Zoro didn’t have the privilege of those moments.

Sanji turned to face Robin to address her, but kept his eyes on Zoro. “I’ve never seen him so…”

“Out of it?”

“I was going to say ‘crazed’. His screams… god, it sounded like he was the one dying. Right there. Right in front of us.”

“Sometimes, I think he might have been,” Robin answered, a sad finality in her words.

“How do we help him come back from this?”

“I don’t know if he will.”

Zoro could hear them, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Not anymore.

At least, not until a certain day, near the end of summer, when the sun hung low and the breeze turned kind. Luffy had convinced his first mate to accompany him to a small town for a supply run when Zoro had inadvertently found himself lost in the midst of the countryside.

After an hour-long trek, he had all but given up. In a bid to return to the ship, he had tapped the back of a stranger, prepared to ask for directions he inevitably would’ve confused as well, but as the hooded figure turned around, all thoughts emptied from his mind.

All Zoro could do was stare as you turned to him, familiar eyes locking onto his own glassy ones.

“[Y/N].”

You gazed at the man before you, a warm but confused expression graced your face.

Zoro didn’t look like he was breathing. He didn’t feel like he was either. He was too focused on you.

You who stood in front of him.

You who was alive.

You who was real. Not the imagined version that haunted his dreams on the nights he managed an hour or two of sleep.

You who looked at him like he was a stranger.

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

—

˚ · . tags: @synchronised-beat @96jnie @guridoodles @metonimia-de-bellota @stranger-chan @sp1ng @diarythroughmylens @mitsureigen @kateswone @idx-xv @leafyturtle @lupidetenebris @captainsolare

[shizukateal]

Mark my goddamn words here: when the anime adaptation of spy x family inevitably comes, Tomokazu Sugita will voice Twilight, Miyuki Sawashiro will voice Nightfall, and there’s an 80% chance that Saori Hayami will voice Yor.

EDIT: I MEANT TAKAHIRO SAKURAI, I CONFUSED THE TWO, BUT HONESTLY BOTH ARE VALID CHOICES

[saintsebastiensbf]

“God, if you’re a thing with ears: please, please.”

Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X

Richard Siken, War Of The Foxes

Christian Wiman, More Like The Stars

Never mind. I invented you. I invented you, as far as my purposes go. I invented loving you and I invented your death. I have my tricks and my trap doors, too.

Alice Munro, from Collected Stories; “Tell me Yes or No,”

Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Elaine Feinstein from, “I’m glad your sickness.”

Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis

“(…) and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.”

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; The Quiet Machine

H.D., The Look-Out

Akosua Afiriyie-Hwedie, In My Version

Lucille Clifton, The Death of Crazy Horse

repetition in poetry // part v

(part i) (part ii) (part iii) (part iv)

[lovecatsys]

So, I made a post a while ago about wanting to gather songs that fit the vibes, powers, personalities, or character arcs of specific X-Men characters how they appear in the comics, and hopefully to inspire other ppl to share/think of some with me, I'm going to list the ones that I have so far:

Jean Grey

Valley of the Dolls by Marina

Antidote by Faith Marie

Control by Halsey

Cyclops

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Rogue

That's Who I Am by Neko Case

Storm

Cleopatra by Nova Twins

Be Alive by Beyonce

Emma Frost

Killer Queen by Queen

Jubilee

Firework by Katy Perry

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina

Iceman

Pridewave by Dismissed

Kitty/Kate Pryde

Sit Still Look Pretty by Daya (pre Red Queen/Marauders era)

Just a Girl by No Doubt (Red Queen/Marauders era)

Laura Kinney

Here Come the Wolves by Lola Blanc

Magik

Middle Finger by Bohnes

Rahne Sinclair

Savage Daughter by Sarah Hester

Tabitha Smith

Cherry Bomb by Runaways

Monet St. Croix

Primadonna by Marina

Surge

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

Christian Frost

Boys in the Street by A Great Big World

Shela Sexton

I DONT TRUST U ANYMORE by Left at London

so yeah, if anyone has recommendations for more songs for either these characters or other characters that are not listed already, please let me know. Characters I would especially like to see songs of include: Rictor, Karma, Logan, Kurt, and Akihiro. literally any genre or era of a song is fine, although i'd say to refrain from instrumental songs unless the song like, emulates them using their powers i guess? like for example a super fast song for someone with superspeed. Also if you find a song thats good for a particular relationship, platonic or romantic, canon or not canon, that's appreciated too. ty!

[simpofhans]

my boos ❄️❄️❄️❄️🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕

[thatesqcrush]

Fall From Grace, Pt. 10

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: smut and fluff... the tiniest pinprick of angst (like minuscule). Language, of course.

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN: Lots of references to our other fave prosecutor. Can you spot them?

WC: 2837

S/O to @prurientpuddlejumper​ for the Kneef gifs! 

--

Back at your apartment, Bryan had you against the wall. He nuzzled your neck, causing you to shiver. Two large warm hands rose up the sides of your thighs before slipping under the hem of your skirt. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties and tugged. The flimsy lace underwear you wore tore easily. He nudged your legs apart with his foot.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and clanging to the floor followed by a zipper sent a thrill up your spine. 

Bryan’s breath was warm on your ear as he pressed himself along your ass. You instinctively pushed back, desperate for more. Bryan nipped your ear as he stroked your soaked pussy with his cock. 

“Like the song, we’re reunited and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Bryan purred. “Now place those arms on the wall and bend over more a little, sweetheart.”

--- Flash Forward to Four Years--

At the speed in which Bryan paced in front of you, you were certain the handsome litigator was going to wear a hole in the carpet. “Well?” He asked exasperated. He tugged on the collar of his navy polo, feeling warm and constricted.

“Two more minutes Bryan. These things take time.” You gritted. You rapped your freshly manicured nails along the counter. “I can’t tell who is more nervous. You or I.” 

Bryan stopped his pacing to glare at you. “This is life altering news.”

“Gee, whizz, you don’t say.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “You are not making this any easier.” You stood straight and marched off.  

“Where are you going?” Bryan called out after you. He followed you, basically nipping at your heels.  

“To get something to drink.” You replied. “I need something to settle my stomach. I think I saw ginger ale in your fridge.” 

Bryan sighed. “I need something stronger.”

You returned with two low ball glasses. “Whisky on the rocks for you. Ginger ale for me.” 

Bryan took the drink and with his free hand, pulled you in. “I love you. No matter the results.” 

You cupped his bearded cheek. “I love you too.” You were about to stand on your toes to press a kiss when a buzzer sounded. You gasped and thrust your drink into his hands. 

Bryan watched your form disappear back into the room. There was silence and Bryan swore inwardly. “Okay, time for plan B.” He muttered before downing his drink in one shot and then downing yours. You walked back out into the room. Your face was unreadable initially and just as he was about to say something, you broke into a big smile. 

“I passed! I passed the bar exam! I’m a lawyer!” You shouted before running full-speed into Bryan’s arms. The glasses dropped to the floor, shattering into a million pieces as Bryan scooped you into his arms.

“I knew you would. I am so fucking proud of you.” Bryan replied before capturing your lips with his. Any tension you had, melted away and you allowed yourself to sink into his embrace.

“Let’s celebrate!” You exclaimed.

Bryan’s eyes twinkled. “I have just the place in mind. Go pack your bag while I have this cleaned up.”

You cocked your head and raised your brow. “And where exactly will we be going?”

“You’ll see.” Bryan replied huskily. As you turned, Bryan swatted your ass.  You looked back at him and the look on his face was absolute sinful. Your heartbeat began to race in anticipation. 

--

Thirty minutes later, Bryan had finished securing yours and his bags to the rear rack of his motorcycle. You tightened your helmet before hopping on and held Bryan tightly. Bryan kicked his motorcycle into gear and off you went, leaving his luxury apartment in the Gold Coast behind.  

--

 “You have a yacht? Since when?” You asked as you and Bryan walked down the slip taking in the sight of the boats at the marina.

“Not my yacht.” Bryan winked. “Someone who owes me a favor. Come on.”

 “Welcome aboard.” A man in a captain’s uniform greeted. “I’m Captain Williams – it’ll be my honor to take you along Lake Michigan. It’s a beautiful day for sailing; could not ask for better weather.” 

Once on board, another member of the staff came to greet you two with two flutes of champagne. You both followed and were given a tour. When you imagined a three-bedroom, two-bathroom living space with a spacious kitchen and butler’s pantry, life on the water did not come to mind. The boat was outfitted in a subtle palette of champagne, ivory, platinum, stainless steel and chocolate brown. 

Each room boasted an oversized, sumptuous bed clothed in supima cotton percale linen and a cashmere throw. In addition, the seating was Italian leather. There were two fridges, a below-deck engine room, a two-mode table that phased into a dining and cocktail table, Corian benches and an icemaker. The 40-foot yacht combined the timeless appearance of a bygone-era cruiser with stylish design and high-tech engineering. The opulent master ensuite featured beautiful Spanish hexagon tiles with a light running through it to create a sensual oasis. There was glass wall separating each bedroom and to your surprise, the glass could be easily blacked out with a frost effect at the touch of a button creating privacy. 

Finally, you and Bryan were alone again. You hopped onto one of the lush beds and almost sank into it. As Bryan chose some music to stream, you gasped at the skylight above the bed. The Illinois sky above was crystal clear, nary a cloud in the sky. The yacht’s engine roared quietly beneath you as it departed from the marina.

 “This is too much,” you murmured, turning to Bryan who joined you in the bed.

 “You deserve everything.” Bryan praised, as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You worked so hard. And as a reward, now I am going to fuck your brains out.” 

“And what if I hadn’t passed? What was plan B?”

 “Plan B was going to be to take you here anyway and fuck your brains out.”

You let out a giggle before moving closer to him. You ran your hand over his toned arm. “You’ll be my sponsor, right? At the swearing in ceremony?” 

Bryan’s hands ran up your leg. He stopped at the top of your thigh and began to rub small circles. “Of course. Now, if I can only convince you to move back to Chicago and leave that firm of yours.” 

“Reciprocity takes five years, Bryan.” You replied, reaching across to tap his temple. Bryan took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. 

“You can come to New York, you know. Reciprocity here would be cake for you.” You continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper at the end. 

Bryan froze. “And leave Chicago?” 

You let out an irritated sigh. “I just hate that we’re apart. I want more for us, for this relationship.” 

“You’re a born and bred Chicagoan. Surely you understand. Everything I have worked for is in Chicago.” Bryan replied, letting out his own equally irritated sigh. 

“Let’s just drop it. I don’t want to fight. Please, today’s a good day.” You flopped onto your back, staring at the clear sky above. You felt your eyes brim and you brought your hands to your face. 

“Hey…” Bryan replied softly, removing your hands. “Maybe I can talk Laurie and Firth into opening a New York City office.”   

Your lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah? You’d do that for me?” 

Bryan pulled you close. “Of course. I love you.” 

You wrapped your arms around him and kiss him hard. Bryan took the opportunity to roll you on top of him. Excitement swirls down and pool between your thighs. Bryan wasted no time to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. 

“Someone wants to get laid.” You smirk, crossing your arms, purposely pressing up your sheer, lace covered tits. 

“You have no idea.”

“We should do something about that then… what did you say, you were going to fuck my brains out?” You asked leaning down. Your lips were by his ear as you reached around to unclasp your bra. “Because I am pretty sure this bomb pussy is going to milk out all that cum, out of that big… hard… cock.” You reached down between his legs and stroked his cock, which grew harder against your palm. A groan strained from Bryan’s throat. 

When you sit up again, your eyes settled on Bryan’s. His clear green eyes were now dark and stormy. 

You squealed as he rolled you back onto the bed. Bryan undid the button of your shorts and tugged them off. A smirk graced his face at the sight of the dark wet spot on your underwear. “These have got to go.” Bryan murmured, yanking them off as well. Once off, he balled your ruined panties into his fist and took a deep inhalation of your sweet scent. A rumble emanated from his chest. 

You let out a gasp as Bryan’s mouth settled on your pussy. He licked a tantalizingly slow, broad stroke before settling on your clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit causing you to arch your back in response. Bryan then used his fingers to spread open your lips, and stroked them, playing with your wetness. You gripped the streets as Bryan buried his face in between your legs, sucking and licking. 

You grinded against him, desperate. “More, please.” You whimpered.

 Bryan removed his mouth and you whined at the loss. “So fucking greedy. Fingers or mouth?” A digit slowly penetrated you and your walls clenched tightly. A moan escaped your lips as Bryan slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you, before moving to insert another finger. His tongue flicked against your swollen pearl before he paused once more. “Answer the question, Y/N.” 

“Both.” You sobbed. “Please don’t stop.” 

“Never.”

Bryan dove back into your folds, devouring you as if you were his last meal. You chant his name and other obscenities loudly. You were certain everyone on the boat could hear you. Part of you didn’t even care. The man in between your legs is a god amongst mortals when it comes to eating pussy and all the praise deserves to be heard. You bucked against his mouth, until you are full on fucking his face and fingers. Your walla began to flutter, signaling you were coming close to release. Bryan crooked his finger, stroking the sensitive spot inside you and the coil in your belly snapped. You came hard, wailing Bryan’s name as your orgasm ripped through you. Bryan rode out your orgasm and as you came down to reality, Bryan continued with gentle licks and kisses; your body jerked in overstimulation.

Bryan pressed kisses along your thighs before moving back up your body. He paused momentarily to pay attention to your breasts, licking along your breastbone before swirling his tongue over a nipple. You cupped your breasts together and Bryan continued to lavish you with his tongue. Bryan moved to your mouth and he kissed you deeply, before pulling back. 

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” 

You whimpered, nodding. “What’s that you called it? Bomb pussy?” Bryan murmured against your lips. 

You nodded. “Yes.” 

Bryan chuckled darkly, his lips against your ear. “Now it’s my turn to wreck that bomb pussy with this cock.” 

You closed your eyes briefly – for what even seemed like a half second but when you opened your eyes again, Bryan was fully nude. Pre-cum beaded on the head of his cock, and you resist the urge to lick it off, as you’re desperate to get filled and fucked to your heart’s desire. 

Bryan laid down on the bed and fisted his cock, so it was pointing straight to the ceiling. You climbed over him and take his cock from his hand, guiding him into you. You slowly slide down and sink onto him, until you’re fully connected. Bryan’s eyes roll back momentarily. “Oh fuck Y/N, you feel so good!” 

One hand gripped the slope of your hip tightly as your bodies move together rhythmically. Bryan usedd his free hand to smack your ass. You braced your hands on his chest with your nails pressing into his skin, leaving crescent marks into his skin as you ride his cock.

“That’s it, ride that cock.” Bryan encouraged, smacking your ass again, this time harder. The sting spurred you on and you began to speed your movements. Bryan leans up and pushes you back, breaking the connection for a second, before sliding his cock right back in. Your legs are pushed up, so your knees are by your ears and your arms are over your head. Bryan pins your wrists with one hand as he takes you to pound town. The sounds of grunts and moans along with skin on skin, fill the room and you can feel his balls slap against your pussy. 

Your foreheads are pressed together as he takes you deeply, sliding into you over and over in deep, long strokes. As he feels his own release approach, Bryan turns his face to the flesh of your shoulder, and bites before running his tongue over the bruised skin. 

This surprises you and you come completely undone, again wailing his name. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Bryan and with a strangled cry, he stiffened and emptied his seed into you.

Your bodies are covered in sweat and Bryan kissed you softly before rolling off. He pulls you in close, and you curl into his strong arms. It’s not long before you are both asleep – partly from the orgasmic oxytocin wearing off and partly from the rock of the boat. 

--

Later that evening, you wake up to an empty bedside – but there is a note from Bryan asking you to meet him on the deck for dinner. You shower and change into the dress you wore at The Hamptons when you all those years prior – it was a cream colored short-sleeve wrap dress that had a ruffle hem and an adjustable tie at waist. You left your hair in a loose wet braid and decided to go barefoot.

The night sky over Lake Michigan was dark, with nary a cloud in the sky. Away from the orange glow from the artificial light from increasing development and glare from unshielded streetlights, you found yourself beneath the twinkling stars and other celestial objects. You were surprised to find how many stars you were able see even just miles away from the city and northern suburbs.   

A pair of hands touched your shoulders and you jumped slightly until the familiar waft of Bryan’s cologne filled your nostrils. 

“Have you seen anything so beautiful?” You asked as you turned around. And when you did, you found Bryan on one knee. In his hand was a sparkling ring, which you presumed was at least 2 carats, flanked by smaller diamonds. 

“When I first met you, you literally collided into me. And from then, I couldn’t get you out of my head. At first, I thought we were going to be nothing more than a fling, an itch to get out of my system. I told you I didn’t do the boyfriend thing and you were more than okay with that. And for awhile it was that, but you weaseled your way into my world and black and white became different shade of gray. And then it became blues and reds.” Bryan’s eyes shimmer as he professes his love. After a beat, he continues.

“And I know we have had our issues in the past, and I can’t promise you that we won’t have rough patches again. In my heart, you are the only one for me. I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?” 

Your hands covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. A gentle breeze blew through and you nodded before you dropped your hands. “Yes, of course Bryan, yes!” Bryan smiled as he stood and your hand shook as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck as two kissed. 

“What about everything I said – about New York? Not being able to come to Chicago right away?” You asked breathlessly, as you broke the kiss. 

Bryan wiped a tear from your cheek. “Oh Y/N, I already had it all taken care of. Laurie and Firth already agreed to it. I’ll be heading the NY office when it opens in the Fall. We signed a deal with a building space in Midtown.” 

You gasped once more before playfully hitting him on the chest. “So you were just fucking around with me below deck?” 

“In more ways than one.” Bryan winked. 

“You’re such an ass.” You replied. “Wait - does that mean you’ll actually tell me what memo 618 is now?” 

Bryan responded by cupping your ass and kissing you once more.

FIN.

--

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[eydika]

eydika’s name list 2.0

more... names because the first name list I made isn’t enough anymore

A

Abaddon

Abbey / Abbie

Abel

Ace

Ada

Adam

Adrien

Agnes

Aiden

Akari

Alaska

Alchemy

Alec / Alex / Alexa

Alessi / Alessia

Alexis

Aliana / Alianna

Alice

Alison

Alistair

Alivia

Allie / Ally

Alpha

Alya

Amber

Amelia

Amity

Amos

Amy

Andie / Andy

Andrew

Andromeda

Angel

Anita

Anna / Anne

Annabelle / Annie

Apollo

Apple

Apricot

April

Archer / Archie

Arden

Ares

Argus

Ariel

Aron / Aaron / Auron

Arrow

Artemis

Arthur

Artis

Arya

Ash / Asher

Aspen / Aspyn

Astrid

Athena

Atlas

Atticus

Aubrey / Audrey

Audio

Auger

Auggie

August

Aurelia

Aurora

Austin

Autumn

Ava / Avaline / Avalon / Aveline

Avery / Avrey

Aya

B

Baby

Barbie

Basil

Bea / Bee

Bean

Beatrice / Beatriz

Bébé

Beck / Beckett

Beetle

Bella / Belle

Beryl

Betty

Bijou

Billie

Birdie

Bishop

Bitter

Blair / Blaire

Blaise

Bloom

Blue / Blu

Boheme

Bonnie

Bowie

Briar

Bridget

Brina

Brody

Bryson

Bunny

Byron

C

Cade / Cadea / Caden

Cairo

Cal / Calum

Caleb

Callie

Calliope

Calvin

Cameron

Candace

Canopy

Carly / Carlie

Carol / Caroline

Carter

Casper

Cassandra

Cassius

Catherine

Celia

Cetus

Chance

Charlotte

Cherry

China

Chip

Chloe

Cian

Cinnamon

Civet

Clara / Clary / Clarabelle

Claire

Clementine

Cleo

Clover

Cobalt

Colby

Colt / Colten

Constance

Cooper

Cora

Corey

Corvus

Cosmo

Cricket

Cynthia

Cyra

Cyrus

D

Dacre

Daisy

Dakota

Dalia

Dallas

Damien

Dana

Dandelion

Dandy

Dante

Daphne

Darby / Darcy

Darius

Darla

Davina / Divina

Davos

Dawn

Deacon

Deb

December

Deja

Delaney

Delta

Demi

Denim

Denver

Desmond

Dexter

Diego

Digit

Dion / Dior

DJ

Doe

Domino

Donna

Doran

Dorothy / Dot / Dottie

Douglas

Dune

Dusk

Dylan

E

Eachan

Ebele

Ebony

Echo

Eden

Edris

Effi / Effie

Egan

Elijah

Eliza

Ella / Ellie

Elliot

Ellis

Elodie

Elsbeth / Elspeth

Elsie

Elyse

Embla

Emily

Emlyn

Emma

Emmett

Emory

Erica

Erin

Ernest

Ernie

Esryn

Estelle

Ethan

Eugene

Eva / Eve / Evie

Evan

Evangeline

F

Fae / Fee

Faith

Fawn

Fawke

Felix

Fenris

Fergus

Ferris

Fig / Figgy

Finbar

Fizz

Fletcher

Fleur

Flint

Flora / Florence

Forrest

Fox

Frankie

Freya

G

Gage

Gaia

Gavin

Gemma

Gene / Genesis / Genevieve

Gigi

Gil

Giselle

Gladys

Gloom

Gloria / Glory

Goldie

Grace / Gracie

Greta

Griffin

Gus

H

Hadley

Hailey

Hana

Harlow

Harmony

Harper

Hawk

Hayden

Hazel

Hector

Henley

Henry

Hera / Hero

Honey / Honeydew

Hope

Hunter

I

Ian / Ion

Idris

Ieni

Iesha

Illori

Ilya

Imelda

Imogen

Imp

India

Indira

Ingrid

Irina

Iris

Isaac

Isara

Isla

Ivory / Ivy

Izzy

J

Jack / Jackie

Jade

Jake

Janice / Janis

Jason

Jasper

Jay / Joy

Jenan

Jericho

Jerry

Jibo

Jill

Jinx

Joan

Jude / Judith

Juleka

Juli / Julip

June / Juno

Juniper

Jupiter

Justice

K

Kaiven

Kale

Kappa

Kayla

Kellen

Kelly

Kes

Kimber

Kitana

Kitty

Kiwi

Knox

Kris

Kristy / Kirsty

Krull

Kumo

L

Laken

Lana

Lapse

Lark

Laurel

Lavender

Lemon

Lenka

Leo / Leon / Leonie

Levitt

Liberty

Lilac

Lilith

Lima

Lindsey

Locus / Lotus

Lottie

Luca / Luka

Lucia / Lucie / Lucy

Lucille

Lucky

Luis

Luna / Louna

Luther

Lux

Lynn

M

Mabel / Mable / Maple

Madison

Mae / May

Maeve

Magnolia

Mango

Mantis

March

Marcia / Marcy

Margaux / Margo / Margot

Marina

Marion

Marley

Marmalade

Mars

Martha

Mary

Mason

Maude

Maura

Maxine

Maya

Meadow

Medea

Melancholia

Melba

Memphis

Mercedes

Mercy

Mick

Milan

Milla

Millenia

Milo

Mina / Mona

Minerva

Minnie

Minnow

Miron

Misery

Mona

Monday

Montgomery

Monty

Morrigan

Morwenna

Myrtle

N

Nana

Nancy

Nasira

Nate

Nathaniel

Naveed

Navy

Ned

Nefarian

Ness

Nestor

Never

Newt

Nikki

Noah

Nora

Norma

Nova

Nutmeg

Nye

Nyx

O

Octa

October

Odessa

Olive / Olivia

Ollie

Omega

Omen

Onyx

Opal

Ophelia

Oriana / Orion

Oscar / Oskar

Otis

Owen

Ozzy / Ozzie

P

Paige

Paisley

Parker

Pat / Pattie

Paula / Paola

Pea / Peach

Pebble

Penelope

Pepper

Pepsi

Percy

Petrichor

Philippa

Philomena

Phoebe

Phoenix

Piccolo

Pip / Piper

Pixie

Poe

Pollux

Pomeline

Poppy

Portia

Primrose

Q

Queen

Quentin

Quibble

Quincy

Quinn

R

Rachel

Radian

Ransom

Raven

Ray

Razzia

Rebus / Remus

Reverie

Rhubarb

Rick

Rider / Ryder

Rigby

Rilla

Roach

Robin

Rory

Rosa / Rosalie

Rose

Roux

Rowan

Roxanne / Roxie / Roxy

Ruben

Ruby

Rune

S

Sabina / Sabine / Sabrina

Sable

Sadie

Saffron

Sage / Saige

Salem

Sam / Samantha / Sammie

Savant

Savian

Scarlett

Scotty

Scout

Sean

Sesame

Shea

Skye / Skylar

Sloane

Solomon

Spencer

Sprout

Star

Stella

Sunny

Sybil

Syc

Symphony

T

Tabea

Tabitha / Tabs

Tali / Talia

Tasha

Tate

Tau

Temper

Tharan

Theodora / Theodosia

Theros

Thimble

Thirteen

Thorn

Tia

Tilda

Tina

Topaz

Tora / Torian

Trinity

Trixie

Trope

Tulip

Turnip

Twig

U

Ukiyo

Umara

Umbra

Ursa

V

Valentin

Valerie

Valora

Vargas

Vaughn

Vector

Vega / Vegas

Velvet

Venus

Vera

Vernon

Vesper

Vinette

Violet

Vivek

Volt

W

Waverly

Wednesday

Wendy

Wes

Whisper

William

Willow

Winnie

Winona

Winter

Wish

Wren

X + Y + Z

Xena / Xenia

Xeno / Xenos

Yuki

Yuri

Zafira

Zaria

Zephyr

Zero

Zoe / Zoelle

Zona

Zyra

LAST NAMES

Abbot

Abernathy

Alton

Arcanum

Ashe

Astor

Badger

Balker

Bass

Bennett

Benton

Blake

Bleu

Blunt

Blythe

Cable

Cabot

Cain

Carter

Carver

Castillo

Choi

Clemonte

Coldwell

Collins

Colt

Craft

Craven

Crimson

Croft

Dabney

Danvers

Dayholt

Delpy

Driver

Dyer

Eades

Edge

Epithet

Epps

Evert

Farley

Fell

Fenner

Fig

Finch

Findlay

Fletcher

Foley

Fowler

Fray

Freud

Frost

Geller

Gill

Guest

Hale

Hapley

Harp

Hart

Hearst

Hooper

Hunt

Hyde

Ivy

Jinx

Keller

Kersey

Kingsley

Knight

Knox

Kraft

Krav

Laveau

Lecter

Lock / Lockwood

Lowell

Lush

Marr

Mills

Mist

Morgan

Morrison

Murray

Myers

Oaks

Patel

Pierce

Pike

Powell

Price

Pruitt

Quint

Quiver

Random

Ripley

Ryder

Sears

Sloane

Sparks

Stele

Strom

Sutton

Talbot

Tate

Thorne

Twig

Twist

Tycho

Utley

Valentine

Vance

Vaughn

Vos

Walker

Wallow

Weaver

Webb

Wiley

Wilkes

Winston

Wreath

Wright

Wrong

York

Zella

Zepeda

[thetargaryenbride]

Freeze you out [1]

Summary: “You cannot use your powers like this. Do you want to freeze to death?” scolded quietly Pietro as he lifted you in his arms and brought you as close as possible, sipping warmth and comfort through your body. Frost. There was frost forming, slowly crawling from the tips of your fingers up your hands. 

Word Count: 2050 Warnings: Blood Pairing: Pietro x Stark!Reader  Theme song: Marina Kaye - Freeze you out 

Feedback is deeply appreciated~! 

Masterlist || Chapter 2

Year 2010

❅

A shiny, forest-green Jeep Patriot drove down an old road with “Dead or Alive, You Spin Me Round (Like Record)” song blasting from the radio.

“What is this habit of yours, Y/N? Why do you always listen to music this loudly?” your mother rolled her eyes and you stuck out your tongue playfully while she lowered the volume before concentrating back on the road.

You had just finished your camping at the Yosemite National Park in California and were driving back home. You and your mom had this tradition of going camping at least once every summer. Last year you went to Sawtooth, Idaho and it had made your list of best camping trips.

“Once I graduate this year, daddy will buy me a car,” you grinned. “And then I will listen to music as loudly as I want to,” you sent your mother a smirk and she shook her head.

“He spoils you too much. And how are you even going to learn how to drive when you can’t even follow simple rules like putting your seatbelt on,” she narrowed her eyes in warning and you laughed guiltily as you grabbed the offending object. You had always felt it too restricting.

You looked out of the window, mind going to the upcoming school year that would be starting in a couple of weeks. You had already made arrangements for your prom dress and you couldn’t wait to get your driver’s license and spend the whole year partying with your friends. The plans you had concocted were just too many to be counted and you were happy and excited, as any teenager would be.

Suddenly the car jerked, making you slam against the door. Your mother screamed. You felt like screaming too but it felt like the noise just got stuck in your throat. You could only release a sharp, strangled gasp as you felt your body lurched forward after the car flew off the road and started rolling down the side of the mountain, hitting against boulders and crashing all the way down. You felt the window breaking and suddenly you were flying. You could feel the multiple shards of glass running past you, dancing on your skin, cutting it, sticking into it, and then you hit something hard and blacked out.

You didn’t know how long you had been out cold but once you regained consciousness your head was throbbing so painfully like someone split it in two. Your ears were ringing and your whole body ached terribly. You were sure that it would’ve hurt tons more if it wasn’t for the adrenaline coursing through your blood right now and if you had to be honest, you didn’t want it to wear off. Ever.

You gasped as your hand flew to your stomach where a shard of glass was embedded. You decided to not pull it out because it was keeping the blood from flowing out of the wound and if you were to take it out, the blood would start spurting out like waterfall and you didn’t want to die from something as boring as blood loss.

“Y/N?” came in your mother’s broken voice and you heavily lifted your head to look at her, finding it hard to focus. You could still see her blurred figure inside the car, not too far but not too close to where you were currently laying.

“M-mom,” you meant to call out, signal her that you were alright, but your voice was so weak you could barely hear it yourself.

After what felt like hours but were just a few seconds, the car exploded, showering you with broken pieces. The heat wave and the flames, no matter how distant they were, licked at your skin, burning you. You wanted to scream but you neither had the voice nor the strength. You could only watch with wide eyes as everything burned, including your own mother, until you blacked out again

“Tony!” called out the urgent voice of a woman, causing the man in question to leave the screwdriver on the table and turn to look at her.

“Pepper? Where’s the fire?” he asked as he stood up, wiping his hands on a rag and giving her his full attention.

“There is something you-“ she closed her eyes tightly, gulping, biting her lower lip and wringing her hands. He didn’t remember seeing her this worried which made him worry as well. Something in him told him that this had nothing to do with Stark Industries or Iron Man.

“There is something you need to know…”

Year 2015

❅

“Hey, Tony, are you ready for the mission tomorrow?” asked Steve after he saw the billionaire enter the living area of the Avengers Tower.

“We are finally busting that damn base in Sokovia,” added Clint as he leaned in his seat and propped his legs on the small table.

“It’s the last base,” grinned Thor as he chewed on some pop tarts.

“Sure. Whatever,” grumbled Tony as he grabbed a glass and filled it with tap water, gulping it down after popping a pill. He left the glass in the sink and strolled out of the room and towards his lab, leaving everyone in awkward silence, staring at his back.

“What was that?” asked the archer and everyone shrugged.

“It will be better not to bother him today,” cleared his throat Bruce and Steve arched an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Natasha and Bruce looked at each other, the former looking down while the other took a discarded tablet and typed for awhile before passing it over to the confused group of heroes.  

“Another Stark crash,” read out-loud Clint, his eyes widening as Steve’s face contoured in sympathy, Thor paling.

“On June 7th, 2010, Y/N Stark, eighteen year old daughter of the billionaire Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, and Y/M/N, her mother, passed away in a horrible car crash. The police report that somehow the driver lost control of the car, causing it to go off the cliff and crash down. It exploded a few minutes after the heavy impact. Only one body was found in the rubble, later on being confirmed to be the mother. Tony Stark has insisted for the whole area to be searched but it’s been days since then and nothing has been found. The search was put to an end, labeling his daughter dead. The doctors suspect that because she was younger and more fragile, her body must have been burned to ashes.”

“That’s horrible,” Thor was the first to break the long silence and the rest gulped, agreeing.

“I didn’t know he had a kid…and a wife,” muttered Clint and Bruce sent him a small, sad smile.

“He never talks about them… it’s…it’s too painful for him.”

The annoying screeching of steel pierced your ears as you went to enter the room. You stopped at the entrance, your eyes focusing on the only occupant.

“Can I come in?” you asked timidly and the boy lifted his upper body, grinning and beckoning you over. You smiled as you closed the metal door, peeking at the guard standing outside through the small barred window of the door. You suppressed the urge to glare as you made your way to the boy and laid down next to him when he scooted a bit to make place for you.

“What a surprise. They let you out of your cage,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t appreciate that humor, Pietro,” you murmured as you nuzzled into him and he tightened his arms around you. He knew this was no joking manner but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to do anything to lighten the situation at least a bit and put a smile on your face, even a small one.

“I know…I know…I’m sorry,” he kissed your temple and caressed your arm as he stared at the metal door.

Prison.  

“At least I have you,” you whispered and he moved his head to look in your eyes before he leaned and kissed you.

“I don’t know what I would do without you and Wanda, Y/N/N…I thank God every day for sending you…even if it sounds cruel.”

“No…it’s not cruel, nor selfish, to be happy for meeting the person you love… I would know,” you smiled weakly and he returned it, nuzzling his nose against yours. And you fell asleep like that.

Blissfully.

A rare moment of peace.

A rare night of comfort.

Until you were awaken by chaos and panicked voices screaming over one another. You sat up groggily, Pietro already on his feet.

“What’s going on?”

“Beats me.”

“Report to your stations immediately! This is not a drill! I repeat! This is not a drill!” came in Strucker’s voice the moment the door was flung open and the guards ushered you and Pietro outside where Wanda was already waiting. She and Pietro looked at one another and grasped their hands before turning to look at you. You could see the worry in his eyes when the guards led them away.

“I’ll be fine,” you called out, voice echoing through the metal corridors, and you saw him smile faintly at you before disappearing from behind the corner.

“Let’s go,” ordered a guard as he grabbed you by the arm and roughly pushed you forward towards your room.

“Clint!”

“We have Enhanced in the field.”

“Clint’s hit!”

“Stark, we really need to get inside!” said Steve as he slammed his shield over the head of some HYDRA agent, knocking him out.

“I’m closing in,” answered the man as he landed, a little bit ungracefully, and shot two soldiers. “Jarvis, am I closing in? Do you see a power source for that shield?”

“There is a particle wave below the north tower.”

“Great. I want to poke it with something,” he hummed as he flew under a small bridge, shooting more soldiers and successfully destroying a jeep. When he finally rose in the air, he blasted a device through the weak spot of the shield which immediately brought it down, finally allowing Tony to enter the base. “The drawbridge is down, people.”

“The enhanced?”

“He’s a blur. All the new players we’ve faced. I’ve never seen this… In fact, I still haven’t.”

“Clint’s hit pretty bad, guys. We’re gonna need evac,” informed Nat over the comms and Thor nodded.

“I can get Barton to the jet. The sooner we’re gone, the better. You and Stark secure the scepter.”

“Copy that.”

You could hear it. You could hear it all. The Avengers infiltrating. The Avengers talking about Pietro. One of their members getting hit. It was making your ears ring. But what shocked you the most and brought mixed feelings was the fact that your father was here. In fact, he just broke through the windows of the base’s upper floor and started talking to the soldiers. Your heartbeat increased drastically and it made you feel even sicker than usual.

You hated HYDRA. You hated this base. You hated Strucker. You hated the soldiers. You wanted to escape for years.

But you had Pietro. You had Wanda. You couldn’t leave them. And you knew they weren’t going to follow you.

Yet you wanted to see your father. You wanted to go back home. You missed him dearly. You missed Pepper, Rhodes and Happy dearly. You never stopped crying for them and for your home. Almost every night you shed tears. Sometimes one tear. Sometimes five. Sometimes you were bawling your eyes out.

And now you were conflicted. Your heart was tearing in two and you didn’t know which side to listen to.

Should you stay here and be with the girl who became your sister and with the boy you fell in love with madly?

Or should you return back to the comfort of your home and into the warm and loving embrace of the person you loved the most in the world? Your father.    

Before you knew it, a sob escaped your lips and your face got wet with tears that couldn’t stop falling. You curled into yourself and started rocking back and forth, feeling how the temperature of your body and the room began dropping.

You’ve never been so lost in your life.❅

❅

❅ 

[cherryrogers]

I’ll Ruin You.

Loki x Fem!Reader

Contains: Fluff, implied smut, a little angst.

Synopsis: There was something about the mysterious man you’d been sleeping with that made you want something more, and one night, you decided to do something about it.

Inspired by the song, ‘I’m a Ruin’ by MARINA.

__________________________________________

Panting heavily, you rolled off the toned body you were on top of, and lay tiredly on the other side of the mattress. You stared at the ceiling for a moment, recollecting yourself before breaking the silence.

It happened again. Where you’d receive a text from Loki asking you to come over, you’d be hesitant, he’d say it was only for one drink, you’d accept his offer, and then you ended up naked in his bed. Like a broken record, the cycle of events repeated over and over. It was now just so normal to spend half your evenings at Loki’s, because you could never resist his charm.

You’d known each other for a while now, after meeting in a bar not far from both of your houses. Usually, you’d go there to drink alone. You’d didn’t really have any friends, not that you weren’t fine with that. But one night, you weren’t the only one sitting at the run down counter with a drink in hand. After exchanging some slightly flirty small talk, well, you can guess what became of that night. Since then, it’d been routine. Honestly, a routine that you hadn’t minded getting used to, and neither had Loki.

He’d become rather fond of you, which was quite odd, because he pretty much despised most of the human race. There was something about you, however, a certain feeling he got from you that just made him want to see you. A feeling that seemed to dig deeper than just lust, but one he couldn’t really define.

It was pretty late, and because your attention had been on something else since you’d arrived at Loki’s, you just noticed the rain pattering loudly against the windows, and the roaring thunder that caused a shiver down your back. Walking back home, like you usually did, wouldn’t be a very enjoyable experience. By the time you’d get home, your clothes would be completely soaked and you were quite prone to illnesses from this type of weather.

Hesitantly, you turned your head to face the man lying next to you. “Would you mind if... I spent the night? It’s just the weather-”

“Not at all.” Loki replied simply, hiding the anxiety he was experiencing. He already knew there was more than just sexual attraction between you two, but he never thought he’d actually have to... do anything besides sex. Sure, you had your playful banter here and there. But he didn’t really know you properly, and you didn’t know him. Loki couldn’t quite understand why he was so drawn to you when he knew nothing of you other than your name.

You nodded thankfully. “Could I borrow a t-shirt or something?”

“S-sure.” His voice wavered as he pulled on a pair of underwear before walking over to his wardrobe and pulling out a simple black t-shirt.

You couldn’t help but stare as Loki looked so effortlessly hot. His biceps flexed as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, and the muscles in his back were practically art. Honestly, he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes upon.

Muttering a ‘thanks’, you pulled the shirt he handed you over your head and got out of the bed as he climbed back in. A look of confusion spread over his face.

“Where are you going?” He asked, trying not to gaze in awe at how good his shirt looked on you.

“I was gonna sleep on your couch?” He wouldn’t actually want you to sleep - literally sleep - with him, would he?

Loki shook his head, propping himself on his elbow and looking at you sideways. “You are more than welcome to sleep beside me. It would be much more comfortable.”

Your breath hitched, nodding slowly and sliding back into your space in the bed, still warm from your antics you’d just finished. Once you pulled the blanket up to cover both you and Loki, you couldn’t help but notice how close you were. Although you had slept with him many times, it was almost odd to be so close to him without any sexual intent. His deep eyes bored into yours, and you both took a few moments to process the situation.

“You have lovely eyes,” Loki suddenly said lowly. “Such a brilliant colour, I’ve never really noticed them before.”

Slightly raising your eyebrows, you nervously tucked a piece of your hair behind you ear. “Thank you, I guess we’ve just never properly... looked at each other.”

“Perhaps not.” He smirked, further examine your features. “What about that scar above your eyebrow, how did you get it?”

You let out a laugh. “Uh, when I was really young, I tripped and hit my head right on the corner of a coffee table. That was the first time I ever went to the hospital. It hurt like a bitch.”

Loki and you both chuckled quietly together, and it felt like there were a hundred butterflies in your stomach. You’d never felt so vulnerable around someone... around Loki. It was a feeling that both scared and excited you simultaneously. Why did you feel so much around him when you didn’t like him? Unless...

“I...” You spoke without warning, and you let out a long string of curse words in your mind. “I’m glad you let me stay the night here, and I’m glad I’m not sleeping on your couch.”

The kind words from you caught Loki off guard, as he’d never really been complimented by you - or complimented, period. He wasn’t expecting you to actually say something nice back to him.

“What can I say? I am a gentleman of sorts.” Maybe a sarcastic remark wasn’t the answer you wanted, but he wasn’t really certain where the conversation was going. He wanted to tell you how he felt, but what if you didn’t feel the same? And if you did, then what? Loki tensed at the thought of you finding out he’s not actually mortal, and his Asgardian family, and the fact he’s a frost-giant. You deserved someone who could understand you, who could relate to you and be human with you, not some monster who’s bound to just ruin everything.

“Have you ever liked someone, Loki?” You questioned, deciding to just take the risk.

“Like? I mean, I am able to tolerate a small number of people-”

“That’s not what I mean.” You laughed anxiously. “Have you ever like-liked anyone?”

Loki furrowed his brows. “I am not sure I understand what you are asking.”

You’d noticed that Loki was pretty... proper. He never used typical slang words or even curse words. Maybe there was a better way to word what you were trying to say.

“Uhh, courting? Have you ever... courted someone? Does that make sense?”

“Ah,” Loki seemed to understand that term. Thank god, this is already nerve-wracking enough as it is. “Not for quite a long time, no. Not since I relocated here. Why do you ask?”

Here goes nothing, you thought to yourself. “Well, I’ve never really taken you for the romantic type, and... I know we’ve only ever slept together and it’s never been more than that. But, I think... I think I like you more than that, but you probably don’t feel the same because it’s probably only ever been sex to you which is fine because I don’t expect-”

Before you knew it, Loki had his finger pressed against your lips, easily shutting you up. “Darling, you are rambling... and you are right. I am not the so called ‘romantic type’.” He sighed, turning to lie on his back. “I can not lie, (Y/N), maybe it is not just sex to me either. However, it... should not be anything more.”

Your expression fell. “What?”

“Your feelings towards me are reciprocated, but-”

“It’s okay if you don’t understand what you’re feeling, Loki. We can take things slow if that’s better.” You scanned Loki’s expression for any hint of relief or comfort, but he instead just shut his eyes and exhaled deeply.

“I will ruin you, (Y/N).”

Ruin?, you thought. What could he mean by that? Loki had been nothing but, well, pleasant company - how could he claim to be able to ruin someone?

“I have been experiencing these... feelings towards you for a while now. All those nights I would let you walk home alone during the late hours of night, and when I would deliberately avoid any conversation with you when you would arrive to get straight to the bedroom, I never wanted to act like that - I was holding myself back.”

Your voice at this point couldn’t reach anything above a whisper. “Then what did you want?”

Loki pauses briefly. “I wanted to not lead you on.”

“I don’t get it,” You furrowed your brows. “Why would you be leading me on if you did actually like me?”

“Because it would not be fair, or right. Not to you. It- we would not work.” You tried to intervene, but Loki was adamant on continuing to speak. “I am a ruin, love. I ruin things. Places, people, you name it. And you could add yourself to that list, because it would happen eventually - it always does. I want to treat you as best as you deserve, I want to get to know you, but what we want is not always what we receive. You undoubtedly mean more to me than a person that I sleep with, but that does not mean we should be anything more.”

With your heart aching at his words, you leaned on your elbow and placed your hand on Loki’s bare chest, gazing down at him. “You can’t do that, Loki. You can’t say that you want something more between us, and then just give up because you don’t want to hurt anyone. How are you supposed to know what could become of us if you don’t even give us a chance?”

He placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing it gently. “Darling, I don’t think you quite understand-”

“Ruin me then. Whatever happens between us in the future, we’ll deal with. All I know is that right here, right now, I want you.”

“(Y/N)...”

Before he could interject, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was unlike any other one you’d shared together. It wasn’t lust filled, it was passionate and loving. It meant something. Loki couldn’t just deny you. There was something between you two that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to find again. So, he kissed you back harder.

Maybe it was inevitable that Loki would ruin you, or hurt you. Maybe he was right after all, and you should’ve just went home that night. But you didn’t care. You liked Loki. Loki liked you. That was all that mattered, and the choice you made that night was a choice you would never live to regret.

[broomsandbrews]

Witchy Playlist and Inspiring Songs for Different Spells/Curses/Rituals (Masterpost)

Jill Andrews - No One 

Donovan - Season of the Witch 

Within Temptation - Neverending Story

Kelli Ali - Psychic Cat

Local Natives - Mt. Washington

Fleetwood Mac - Gold Dust Woman   

Cocorosie - Smokey Taboo 

Within Temptation - Mother Earth 

Libana The Circle is Cast - The Earth is our Mother 

Marilyn Manson - Salem

Halsey - Garden  

Eagles - Witchy Woman

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love 

Alina Baraz - Maybe 

Within Temptation - Our Solemn Hour 

Son Lux ft. Faux Fix - No Fate Awaits Me 

Dolkins - Mountains 

Tove Lo - Out of Mind 

Culte de Ghoules - Children of the Moon

Gary Stadle - Fairy Nightsongs 

Amy Nuttall - Scarborough Fair 

Meg Myers - Numb 

Tori Amos - Lust 

Vienna Teng - Lullaby for a Stormy Night 

LEAVES' EYES - Hell To The Heavens 

Florence and the Machine - My Boy Builds Coffins

Within Temptation - Memories 

Myah - Circus Freak 

Trobar de Morte - Summoning The Gods 

Denean - Angels Calling Me 

Heather Dale - Mordred’s Lullaby

Evanescence - Whisper 

Birdy ft. Rhodes - Let it All Go 

Inkubus Sukkubus - Wytches

Secret Garden - Sleepsong

Wolf Gang - Lions in Cages 

AMBERIAN DAWN - Magic Forest

Apocalyptica ft. Lacey - Broken Pieces

Florence and the Machine - Never Let Me Go

Within Temptation - Our Farewell 

The Neighbourhood - A Little Death

Russel Brower & Derek Duke - Lament of the Highborne 

Evanescence - Lacrymosa 

Peter Gundry - White Witch 

Culte de Ghoules - Vintage Black Magic

The Bird and the Bee - Witch

Nicholas Hopper - In Noctem

The Brothers Bright - Blood on my Name

Ruelle - Monsters (Acoustic Version)

Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful

Little May - Hide 

Within Temptation - The Truth Beneath The Rose

Emily Afton - Lost 

Sofia Karlberg - Crazy in Love 

Alanis Morissette - Uninvited 

Gothica - The Cliff of Suicide

Sparklehorse - Piano Fire

Within Temptation - See Who I Am

Lana Del Rey - Once Upon a Dream 

Lisa Thiel - Samhain

Indica - Children Of Frost

James S. Levine - La La La 

Wardruna - Fehu 

Meg Myers - Monster

Silversun Pickups - Future Foe Scenarios 

Joseph Van Wissem ft. SQURL - The Taste of Blood 

Raffertie -  Last Train Home

Halsey - Haunting 

Irfan - Invocatio 

The Civil Wars - Poison & Wine 

Olafur Arnalds - Raein

Florence and the Machine - Only If For a Night

Aurora - Under Stars

Warbringers - Jaina (Daughter of the Sea) 

Ross Copperman - Holding on and Letting Go 

Love Spit Love - How Soon is Now 

XANDRIA - Nightfall 

Angus & Julia Stone - The Hanging Tree

Loreena McKennitt - Incantation 

Marina & The Diamonds - The Outsider

Meadowlark - Fly (Acoustic) 

Omnia - Wytches Brew

Panic! At the Disco - LA Devotee

Culte de Ghoules - Storm Is Coming, Come the Blessed Madness

Deadmau5 ft. Colleen D’agostino - Seeya

Gandharvak - The Time Machine: Eloi 

Lana Del Rey - Born to Die 

Ella Vos - Down in Flames

Nouvelle Vague - The Killing Moon

Joji - Don’t Wanna Waste my Time 

Michael Holborn - Sunbird

Ed Sheeran - I See Fire 

The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a House 

Crystal Fighters - Follow

Phildel - The Wolf 

Skillet - Hero 

Evanescence - Hello 

Calla -  Custom Car Crash

Ordo Funebris - A Witches Song

Daughter - Improve 

Blue - Birdshake (Remix) 

Evanescence - Going Under

Within Temptation - Angels 

koethe ft. Riley Hawke - Taking You There 

Within Temptation - The Howling 

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow 

Bjork - Frosti 

Within Temptation - Aquarius 

Loreena McKennitt - The Old Ways

Fleurie - Hurricane    

Corpo Mente - Scylla

Beth - Waves

Within Temptation - Stand my Ground 

Sofia Karlberg - Berlin 

Helios - A Rising Wind (Instrumental) 

Florence and the Machine - Blinding

Evanescence - Bring me to Life  

Elle Vee - Fly Low 

Koethe - Amber 

Verite - Echo

Within Temptation - Faster

Little Red Lung - 50 Fingers

Little May - Boardwalks

Stevie Nicks - Edge of Seventeen

Iko - Heart of Stone 

Beach House - Levitation 

The Moon and the Nightspirit - Ejkoszonto 

Suuns - Pie X

Austin Wintory - Bloodlines 

Loreena McKennitt - The Heart of the Witch

Lana Del Rey - Love 

Jose Gonzalez - Crosses

Peter Gundry - The Forest Queen 

Within Temptation - All I Need

Dead Can Dance - Yulunga (Spirit Dance)

Breaking Benjamin - Failure 

Lisa Gerrard - Swans

Glass Animals - Holiest

Ingrid Michaelson - Turn to Stone 

Bibio - Dye the Water Green 

S.J. Tucker - Witch’s Rune 

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Face to Face

Daughter - Dreams of William 

Bjork - Dark Matter

Within Temptation - Forsaken 

Widowspeak - Harsh Realm

Wolf Alice - Soapy Water

Erutan - Come Little Children 

Artie Shaw - Nightmare

Dead Can Dance - Summoning of the Muse (Remastered) 

Tove Lo - Habit 

Legs Occult - Breathe

Agnes Obel - Riverside

The Soft Moon - Want

Willy Moon - I Pull a Spell on You 

Fleetwood Mac - Sara

Gorillaz - Saturnz Barz

Bahari - Wild Ones

The Zombies - Time of the Season 

Evanescence - Haunted

Lia Marie Johnson - Relapse 

Ella Fitzgerald - Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

Evanescence - Tourniquet 

The Eastern Sea - The Snow

Gabriel Rios - Broad Daylight

Maty Noyes - Haunted

Kim Petras - Boo! Bitch

Lorde - Biting Down 

Florence and the Machine - Seven Devils 

Plumb - Cut

Rasputina - Transylvanian Concubine 

Olivia Foa’i - Tulou Tagaloa

Gorillaz - Sleeping Powder

Masha - Come As You Are

Agnes Obel - The Curse

Richard Armitage - Misty Mountains

Lera Lynn - Ring of Fire

An Danzza - Hekate

Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek 

Evanescence - Lithium 

Gin Wigmore - Written in the Water

Russell Shaw - Temple of Light 

Loreena McKennitt - The Mystic’s Dream

Lana Del Rey - Black Beauty 

Marika Hackman - Deep Green

Faun - Walpurgisnacht

Agnes Obel - Stretch Your Eyes

CHVRCHES - Broken Bones

Decyfer Down - Fading 

The Weeknd - Earned It

The Changelings - Melusine

Sonic Youth - Halloween 

 Les Rita Mitsouko - La Sorciere et l’inquisiteur 

Chelsea Wolfe - Carrion Flowers

Florence and the Machine - Third Eye

In this moment - Witching Hour 

Portishead - Magic Doors

Myrkur - The Serpent

Arcade Fire - Abraham’s Daughter

James S. Levine - Violet Theme

Lauren O’Connell - House of the Rising Sun

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Spellbound 

Haroula Rose - Lavender Moon

The Chainsmokers - It Won’t Kill Ya

Hozier - Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

Stranger Things - Theme Song

Eivor - Trollabundin

Carina Round - Do You 

Son Lux - Flickers

Fever Ray -  Keep the Streets Empty 

Ibeyi - River

Benjamin Wallfisch ft. DiSA - New World Coming

Emily Browning - Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) 

Igorrr - Probleme D’emotion

Stevie Nicks & Don Henley - Leather and Lace

Whilk and Misky - Love Lost 

Amorphis - Amongst Stars

Cocorosie - The Moon Asked the Crow 

Linkin Park - My December

Nightwish - Turn Loose the Mermaids 

Black Lullabies - Black Lullabies

Florence and the Machine - Which Witch 

Kehlani - Gangsta (Harley Quinn & Joker Flashback Version) 

Sara Bareilles - Winter Song

Exxus - Glass Animals

Najwa - That Cyclone

Pierce the Veil - Tangled in the Great Escape

Dotan - Let the River In

This Mortal Coil - Dreams Made Flesh P.S.: Keep in mind a lot of these songs might not be ‘‘witchy’‘ or have ‘‘witchy’‘ lyrics but some people suggested them to me because they help them with their craft, put them in a ‘’witchy’’ mood and inspire them with certain spells for certain situations like strained/toxic relationships, breakups and heartbreaks, not feeling accepted, family problems, mental illness (although if you are feeling like you want to end your life, please talk to a professional), etc. (or curses, though I’m pretty neutral about curses and hexes.) Use the ones you like, and ignore the ones you don’t or don’t do it for ya. Thank you!  

KEEP THE SUGGESTIONS COMING SO I CAN ADD THEM AND IT GROWS IN SIZE! 

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Music URL Tag

i was tagged by the every lovely @daphuu! i shall tag uhhh @goldenmogar @kumamaskart @arachnipod @gordon-pint ..... i know like 5 people total lmao anyway!!! (a link to spotify and youtube will be next to the song (spotify/youtube) in that order)

S- Seizure Boy by Watsky (x/x)

A- Adderall by Max Frost (x/x)

N- Nervous by The Neighbourhood (x/x)

G- Georgia Peach by Manwolves (x/x)

U- Underdog by You Me at Six (x/x)

I- I O U by You Me at Six (x/x)

N- NFWMB by Hozier (x/x)

E- Excuses by Shakey Graves (x/x)

M- Mama’s Gun by Glass Animals (x/x)

P- Power and Control by Marina (x/x)

O- Oleander by Mother Mother (x/x)

E- Evil Friends by Portugal. The Man (x/x)

T- Til I Forget About You by Big Time Rush (x/x)

I- In Cold Blood by ∆ (x/x)

C- Calm Me Down by Mother Mother (x/x)

A- Amplified by Watsky (x/x)

goodness my why is my url so long ahhhh, although it was still hard to narrow down what songs i wanted to pick. pls enjoy my wild music tastes <3<3<3