#snake bite elder person

[aerynwrites]

It's About The Chase

Halsin x Fem!Reader

A/N: FINALLY finished this halsin pic I've been working on for the past like month lmao. a huge shout out to @princessbatears @hdlynnslibraryand @maybegefor being the pushes I needed to finish it! I hope you all enjoy! <3

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT! Hunter/Prey Kink, halsin is chasing reader through the forest lol, P in V sex, cream pie, cock warming, marking, biting, rough sex, soft sex, fluff, slight aftercare, cuddling.

Summary: You and Halsin have been together for sometime now, so when Halsin approaches you and asks you to partake in a Ritual custom of his people to further your relationship...who are you to deny him?

Orange embers add to the number of stars in the night sky before flickering out of existence against the blanket of night.

The fire roars fierce before you; orange, yellow, and red tangling together in a dangerous dance to the euphony of songs around you.  Your heart races, blood thrumming through your veins like a raging river.  The heat from the flames only adds to the heat bubbling beneath your skin, making the fingers dragging across its surface seem startlingly cool in contrast. 

You look down at your friend, Avella, as she drags her fingers down the length of your arm in mesmerizing patterns, leaving a shimmering trail of golden paint in their wake. You watch in fascination as the liquid coats her finger tips, dripping in a glimmering trail down the back of her hand before she moves to retrieve more from the bowl at her feet. 

You’ve only ever bared witness to this ritual once, Halsin wanting you to see it before committing to it with him, and while you remember it being just as intriguing, it feels…different, now. 

Now that it’s happening to you. 

Avella, one of your closest friends, had helped you prepare for the ritual just earlier. The golden paths she is painting now, are a continuation of the ones that snake beneath the simple white dress adorning your body.  

You look across from you to see Halsin garnering the same treatment, except the paint adorning his skin is a crimson red, appropriately matching the tattoos inked into him. The only thing that separates you from one another are the flames, making him flicker in and out of view as the fire laps at each new log added to it. 

But even from this distance you can see the way he looks at you. See the way his eyes darken with hunger. The way his shoulders tense and his fists clench from where they rest at his sides. 

He’s ready to pounce. A predator with his prey in sight but just out of reach. 

At least for now. 

You can feel your breathing speed up,  becoming shallow, chest rising and falling quicker as Avella finishes her artwork and the harmony of songs and drums alike come to a complete stop around you.

One of the elders, a druid you’ve only met on occasion, comes to stand in front of the fire, between you and Halsin. He speaks in an old language, one you don’t understand before slipping back into common. Yet, even then, the words do not reach you. 

The elder speaks eloquently about tonight's ritual, describing everything Halsin had already prepared you for. 

This ritual is a sacred one, that you know. Halsin, like many druids, believed that life, like nature, is a fluid thing. Not to be bound to one person or place or thing in one's life. Yet, this very practice seemed to contradict that very principle. You still had lingering questions, one that Halsin promised would be answered come the end of tonight. 

Because, by the end of the night you would be Halsin’s, and he would be yours. Completely and wholly, under the watchful eye of Silvanus himself, you and Halsin would become one with the natural world he holds so dear, cementing one another as an inseparable part of each other's existence. 

You only realize the elder had ended his prayers by the low blow of a horn, and the steady reverberation of the drums picking up once more. Your eyes dart from where you had been staring off, to your partner across the fire, his brows drawn in slight concern at your hesitance. 

That’s right…you must run. 

And so you do.

Turning on your heel, you take off into the forest behind you, the moss and fallen leaves surprisingly springy beneath your bare feet as you dash deeper into the trees embrace. 

The singing grows louder behind you at the start of your retreat, but as you put distance between yourself and the others, the sounds grow softer, quieter – muffled by nature until the only thing you can hear is your own breathing, the blood rushing in your ears, and the rustle of foliage beneath your feet. 

Only then do you pause, not knowing how far you’ve gone or where you’re even going. It’s then that Halsin’s words echo in your mind, your eyes slipping close as you try to reign in in your excitement, your panic. 

“You mustn’t let your mind get the better of you. It will be dark, unfamiliar, but you know where to go. Find the tree.”

You wring your hands together nervously, worry evident in your features. “What if I can’t find it? What if – what if I fail?”

Halsin smiles softly, reaching out to take your hands in his own, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. 

“You will not fail. Even if you cannot find the tree…the oak father will guide you.”

With a deep breath, you open your eyes once more, taking in your surroundings as quickly, but as efficiently as possible. Halsin was right, this place is utterly unfamiliar to you. A forest he’s lived in for most of his life, yet you have never truly seen before. Yet another advantage in his favor. 

Another breath. 

He believes in you, he trusts you. You wouldn’t be here otherwise. So, with one last steadying breath you turn slowly in place – listening, looking, feeling…until you see it. 

It would have been almost impossible to see just moments ago, dark clouds shrouding the moon’s light. But just as you turn, there is a break in the sky, the celestial light making the silvery underbellies of oak leaves that sprout from branches that tower above the rest, glint at you.

“The heart of the forest. That is your goal,” Halsin’s voice rings in your ears again. 

You smile, heart leaping with triumph as you take off at a sprint once more, all while sending up a silent prayer to Silvanus for guiding your way. 

– – – – – – – – – – 

Despite seeming to know the way you need to go, you continuously doubt yourself. The forest all looks the same, the trees too similar, the sounds never changing, and it feels like you’ve not made any progress towards the heart of the forest. 

The branches whip past you, brushing against your face and arms, surely leaving behind evidence of their assault, but you couldn’t care less. Despite the rush of anxiety and primal flight coursing through you, there’s also...a thrill. A thrill like you’ve never felt before. A thrill that makes you giddy as you continue your race. And it only seems to intensify as you hear the distance sounds of a pursuer in the distance. 

The chase has begun.

Without thought, you move faster. Feet digging into the earth beneath you, arms pumping faster, breathing harder. You will succeed. You will not fail. Not tonight.

And once again, as if the Oak Father himself heard your earlier prayers, the forest around you changes for what feels like the first time. Endless trees give way to a small clearing; an iridescent, bubbling stream running through it, separating you from more forest on the other side. 

You come to a pause at the stream's edge, mind racing with what to do. But each second matters. Each breath matters. 

One. 

Your mind races with information that Halsin has told you about his hunts. 

Two.

A branch cracks in the distance as your eyes scan the water. 

Three.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you step into the stream, the water splashing around your ankles. 

Four. 

Tracks…you have to leave tracks. 

Five.

The mud squishes between your toes as you emerge on the other side of the river. One step, another, and another -

Six. 

You hear footsteps now, clear as day as the massive bulk of your partner crashes through the woods. 

Seven. 

Quickly, you dart back into the stream, rushing in the opposite direction of the heart of the forest before moving to crouch behind a large boulder in the water, your dress tugging at you with the movement of the current. 

Eight.

This breath you don’t release, as Halsin burst from the tree line, pausing at the edge of the stream just as you had. 

You watch silently, blood rushing in your ears as you peer around the edge of your hiding place. Halsin is breathing just as hard as you were, and even from here you can see the sheen of sweat adoring his skin, the moonlight reflecting off him. His eyes scan the water before they pause. Quickly, he makes his way through the water, kneeling on the other side where you exited the water. He follows them with his gaze carefully until they disappear back into the water in the opposite direction. From this distance, you can’t be sure, but you think you catch him smiling. 

“Using the water to hide your tracks…” his voice is almost lost to the bubbling stream, but you manage to hear him. “Clever, girl.”

His words send a pang of arousal through you, and you have to cling to the boulder to fight the urge to reveal yourself, but you manage. You stay in place and watch as Halsin stands to his full height once more and takes off jogging upstream, until he’s out of sight within the trees. 

You wait a few moments longer, and then just a moment more before leaving your hiding place and darting out of the water and back into the forest’s sanctuary. You see the towering top of the sacred tree, closer now than you ever hoped, and you know - you know, you’re going to make it. 

And you do. 

Somehow this last push to the end feels quicker than the rest. The forest doesn’t feel endless, time doesn’t feel like it’s dragging on. In fact, the closer you get, it feels as if a warmth flows through you, a calm you haven’t felt since the night started. And as if on cue, you burst from the trees once more into an awe-inspiring sanctuary. 

You understand now, why this place is called the heart of the forest - a huge clearing cut naturally in the middle of this vast place. The air is cooler here, a light breeze rustling the fabric of your simple gown as you come to a stop at the edge of the trees, your breath coming in quick deep breaths as you are finally able to stop running. If just for a moment. 

Your eyes trail over the space, catching instantly on the fireflies dancing through the air, blinking in and out of existence as they fly. With slow reverent steps, you make your way closer to your goal, standing tall and unmoving at the center of the clearing. 

The Sacred Tree. 

It stands silhouetted against the night sky, a looming presence that towers hundreds of feet above you, its base thick and imposing as roots sprawl out in a vast network from its center. 

With as much care and reverence you are able, you pick your way over the roots, trying to memorize every detail of this magnificent place. After a moment you even notice another stream bubbling steadily into a small pool at the base of the tree, sparkling with moonlight and calling to you. 

Soon, you kneel next to the pool, hands dipping into the water, dissipating your reflection on the surface. You lean down, bringing your cupped hands up to your lips as you take small sips. You nearly moan at the cool liquid cascading over your tongue, quenching the intense thirst you didn’t even know you had. It even tastes…sweet, like fresh honeysuckles in spring, or the faint sweetness of honeydew. 

You stay at the edge of the pool for a long few moments, taking slow sips and deep breaths before finally standing back to your feet. As you do, your eyes trail over yourself, astonished to find that the paint adorning you has stayed intact, not even the dirt or branches rubbing it off.  

Your dress is another matter however, the garment showing clear evidence of your traipse through the woods. Tugging at the hem of the piece of cloth, you send a small smile to the tree above you. 

“I suppose it’s a reasonable sacrifice, a dress for…”

For what exactly?

While Halsin had told you the basics of the ritual, and the things that were to come, you can’t help but feel like you still don't understand the cultural importance of this sacred rite. 

And you don’t have time to wonder, for just as you step closer to the tree, the world around you spins uncontrollably as familiar strong arms wrap around you and rough bark meets your back as you are pressed up against the imposing trunk. 

You didn’t even hear him approach, his steps surprisingly silent for a man of his size. But he’s here now - he’s here and wasting no time as his lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his hands gripping you wherever he can. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he presses you further into the tree behind you, fisting the delicate white fabric of your dress in his need to get impossibly closer to you.

“Halsin-” his name leaves your lips in a gasp, barely able to pull away from him before he’s dominating you once more. 

Your mind cannot even keep pace with what’s happening, Halsin’s presence cutting off any and all logical thought you may have. The only reprieve you get is when his lips leave your own only to leave a trail of messy kiss down your jaw and lower, one of his hands sliding up to cradle your jaw and expose the line of your neck to him as he continues to explore you. 

Blunt teeth nip at the delicate skin of your neck and you can’t stop the whimper that slips past your lips, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders as he continues his assault. You’re so absorbed in him, in the way he presses against you and mouths at your skin that you don’t even notice his hands as they move to take hold of the gauzy neckline of your dress.

You’re only able to utter a gasp of his name as he tears the thin fabric clean down the center. The threads rip easily under his grip, snapping and popping until it hands In tatter remains on your shoulders. You’re barely able to take in another breath, before calloused palms cradle your cheeks, and for the first time since he’s found you are you able to truly see him.

The sight nearly takes you to your knees. 

He towers over you, pupils blown wide with lust as he drinks you in. His shoulders heave with labored breaths, sweat damp skin glistening in the light of the moon. He looks like a god, cut and carved from stone before you. 

Halsin has always been an attentive lover, and at times you would even describe him as tame. Always doting on you, putting your pleasure first and handling you with the delicacy of a newly blossoming rose petal.

Not now. 

The man that stands before you, clutching you in his hands, fingers pressing into the base of your skull, is nothing more than the beast he always tries to contain. yet, even now you can sense a moment of hesitation in him, restraint. A moment you know won’t last - nor do you want it too. 

“I’ve found you, my heart,” he says, voice nothing but a low rumble in his chest. “I’ve found you, and I intend to make you mine. Wholly and completely with no one but Silvanus as witness and I…I cannot promise gentleness. Not tonight.”

He didn’t ask, not out right - but you know he’s asking. As much as he wants this - wants you - you know he would back down if you so much as hesitated. He would take his hands from you and walk away and never hold any ill-intent towards you. 

But you want this. You want this more than you ever could have imagined. Halsin unrestrained and untempered…

You want him to devour you.

You nod resolutely, hands sliding up his arms to rest upon his wrists. 

“You’ve found me,” you tell him, voice but a whisper as you squeeze his wrists, inviting him imperceptibly closer. “So, claim your prize.”

The only response Halsin offers is a growl as he dives back in, his lips crashing against yours in a mess of teeth and tongue and you don’t dare refuse him when he pushes past the seam of your lips to explore you further. 

Halsin makes quick work of the remnants of your dress, tugging the tattered fabric from your shoulders to let it pool at your feet. Once free from it, you reach up and cling to his shoulders as he divests himself of his own clothing before his hands come to grip at your thighs lifting you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. 

From this position, you can feel the heat of him against your inner thigh, hard and just as eager as you are. A fact he is more than aware of as he brushes up against you, groaning into your mouth as he feels your wetness against him. 

“I knew you would be ready for me,” Halsin says, his lips brushing against your jaw as he moves to press faint kisses to the skin there. “I could smell you even back at the stream.”

You pause at his words, surprise coloring your pleasure and Halsin laughs, breath warm against your sweat damp skin. 

“Oh, yes,” he whispers, “I knew you were there. placing fake tracks, hiding…”

He presses you further back into the tree, the bark bringing a pleasant sting of pain to the pleasure building in your belly as he lines himself up. 

“Why…” you trail off, words choked out into a whimper as he finally - finally - presses into you, inch by agonizing inch.

Halsin lets out sinful sounds of his own, grunts and sighs that make you quiver in his hold as he continues to fill you until his hips are flush against you own and you feel so full that you might burst. 

“Because,” he breaths, nipping quickly at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, “It’s about the chase. The hunter and his prey-” he grinds his hips into you, eliciting a moan from you that would have made yo blush in any other circumstance. “It’s the catch that makes it worth it.”

Halsin emphasizes his words with one swift movement, pulling out of you before thrusting forward to the hilt once more, as stars burst behind your eyelids. No more words are said as he sets a devastating pace. Anything you do try to say slipping from your mind like warm honey as he drives into you. 

With Halsin, there’s usually build up. He’s a man who loves to play with you, wring out your pleasure in the most torturously pleasurable way he knows how. Tonight, however, there is none of that. And you thank the gods above that you found the chase itself so exhilarating, because even with how ready you were, how eager you are for him - the size of him is bordering on overwhelming. 

Yet you can’t find it in you to truly care. 

All you can do is clutch helplessly at his shoulders and back, nails digging into taut skin as your legs wrap around his waist in an effort to pull him even deeper inside you. 

It feels as if he just started touching you and you can already feel that familiar tug deep in your belly, arousal burning bright as he continues his furious pace. But you also notice a falter in his rhythm, his hips stuttering ever so slightly as you assume his own end approaches. 

“Halsin-” his name falls from your lips in a whimper, hands moving to tangle in his hair as he comes back up to claim your lips once more. 

You expect him to acknowledge your silent plea or agree and tell you he’s close too, but you should know to not expect anything tonight. instead, your surroundings blur around you. Your back leaves the rough bark of the tree in a blink and soon, up becomes down and cool moss meets your knees as warm hands meet your back and before you can even take another breath Halsin has you on your hands and knees before him as he presses into you once more. 

You can’t stop the cry that falls from your lips, this position letting Halsin even deeper into you, allowing him to touch places that make it feel like magma runs through your veins. 

“Oh, gods…”  you moan, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers dig helplessly into the soft ground beneath you. 

“No,” Halsin growls, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair as he moves to lean over you, surrounding you in him. “There are no gods here, not now.”

His words and the combination of his cock buried so deep inside you at this new angle catapults you over the edge. You come with a cry of Halsin’s name on your tongue. 

Your lover helps you through your high, his thrusts growing more erratic until he too finishes with animalistic grunts as he spills himself inside of you. 

You still struggle for air beneath him, chest heaving in the aftermath of your orgasm, that it takes you a moment too long to realize that warm hands are tugging at your hips. A small whine slips past your lips when Halsin pulls himself from you, and it’s then as he rolls you onto your back and leans down to capture your lips in a much more tender kiss than before, that you realize he’s still hard. His release doing nothing to satiate the need coursing through him. 

“I love you, my heart,” Halsin says as he pulls away from you to nose at your temple. “You have given me a gift, this night - a gift I do not think I will ever have words enough to repay you.”

Then, for the first time tonight do you truly seem him. He’s pull away from you slightly, just enough so he is able to look upon your face, and you can seem him clearly. His eyes glisten with emotion, vulnerability and utter devotion swimming in pools of hazel. You take this instant to take your lover in, commit this reverent moment to memory as your eyes flit over his face and lower. From the scars cutting through his brow to his tousled hair. To the paint that adorns him - the paint that now lies muddled against his bronze skin, red mixing with your gold. A visual representation to anyone who sees that you two are bound to one another. 

Your hands slide up his arms, fingers dancing across his shoulder before finally coming to cradle his face - your heart fluttering when he leans into your touch. 

“Then show me,” you whisper, puling him into another searing kiss.

His lips are hot against your own, yet despite the sureness of his movements there’s just a hint of tenderness there. A familiar warmth that encompasses you as he touches you once more. 

His hands are firm against your skin, squeezing and gripping and pulling you tighter to him, but gone is the pure urgency that was just moments ago.  Halsin is all consuming - he always is - but now it’s as if he is taking up every part of your existence. 

Solid arms wrap around you, holding you to him as he slots himself in the cradle of your hips. The familiar scent of him seems to envelop you whole as he presses himself further against you - sandalwood, sage and  moist earth after a spring rain. He breaks away from your lips only to nose at your temple, and you take this moment to breath him in, your hands sliding up his back in an effort to pull him closer. 

Halsin sighs against you, warm breath ghosting over your ear as he shifts his hips, pressing into you once more. He moves to kiss you once again as you take him, swallowing the moans that bubble from your chest until his hips meet yours.

He stops, then, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against your own, as he allows you both pauses to bask in one another completely. You, for one, are grateful for the small reprieve, the moment becoming completely overwhelming in a new way. 

You and Halsin have lain together more times than you’re able to count, each time never ceasing to take you to new heights, but this…this feels as if you’re seeing him for the first time - being with him for the first time. 

He holds you to him in a reverence you never thought possible from a man, cradling you with a delicacy that makes your chest tight with emotion. He presses featherlight kisses to your brow and then your lips once more before he finally moves. 

And it’s as if the heavens open up above you. 

Ecstasy burns through your veins with each push and pull of his hips, as if you can feel every vein and ridge of him inside you. He sets a steady pace, but nothing like the hurried fucking he gave you earlier. No…this was slower, more measured, as if he never wants this night to end. 

“I love you.”

The words are a mere whisper against your cheek as Halsin moves, his hips pressing deep into you forcing you into the soft moss beneath you as he tries to mold himself further into you. 

“I love you, my heart,” he says again, voice strained. “I have never felt…” he trails off voice going soft before he picks up again. “I am bound to you, body and soul. And by the Oak Fathers grace I will never be parted from you. Not if…If you’ll have me.”

His words make your heart flutter, tears burning at the back of your eyes as you turn your head to look at him, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair once more. 

“I would have no one else,” you tell him solemnly, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. “I love you, too.”

At your acceptance, your reciprocation of his vow, Halsin shudders in pleasure above you. With one arm still wrapped snugly around you, his other hand trails down, over your hip coming to rest at the back of your knee only to tug it quickly over his hip, changing the angle and allowing him to slide deeper inside you. 

The cry that falls from your lips in nothing short of erotic, his name falling from your lips in a jumbled prayer as his pace speeds up, bring you both closer to the climax you feel burning in your belly. 

Gone are the sounds of nature that greeted you when you first entered this sacred place. Now the only sounds that meet your ears are your lovers groans of pleasure in your ear and the blood raring in your veins. His skin slides against your own, damp with sweat and swirled in gold and red as the paint so delicately applied to you both now mixes together. 

Halsin’s thrusts become erratic, and a wave of golden light washes over him as he ruts against you. He pulls your hips closer to him, and you wrap your legs around him obediently as the hand that was supporting you comes up to cup your jaw, titling your head up and away, presenting the delicate expanse of your throat to him.

You catch the familiar flash of druidic magic in his eyes through your lashes, and you know he’s fighting the beast, holding it back as he lowers his head down, lips brushing the underside of your jaw as he thrusts into you again, harsher this time. 

“You are mine,” he growls, voice octaves lower than his usual deep timbre. 

“Yours,” You relent, voice a whispered plea into the night air. 

The only warning you receive is another harsh thrust of his hips, this one making him reach so deep inside of you that you see stars as his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, breaking skin and sending you to another plane of euphoria you’ve never experienced before. Moans and cry of pleasure spill from your lips as you come, nearly sobbing as Halsin follows you over the precipice once again, pressing himself into you fully as he fills you. 

With ears ringing and heart racing, you almost don’t hear the soft call of your name, Halsin’s lips placing delicate kisses to your cheeks and lips, drawing you closer to coherency as gently as he can. 

He has not separated from you - the forest floor still at your back as he presses his weight comfortingly against your front, brushing errant strands of hair from your face.

“I love you,” you finally say, voice raw. 

When you speak, Halsin lifts himself from you slightly, bringing one hadn’t up to stroke at your hair affectionately, eyes brimming with emotions you can’t yet place. 

“And I you,” he says, leaning down to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss. 

After a few quiet moments, Halsin takes you into his arms once more and rolls so he is on his back with you resting against his chest, never separating himself from you in the process. 

His heart beats strong beneath your ear, his chest rising and falling in long even breaths, and if it weren’t for his fingers tracing patterns up and down your spine, you’d think he’d fallen asleep. 

Neither of you speak for a long while, using the silence to bask in one another’s presence, your mind still reeling from your experience. the silence is only broken when you hear the faint call of song birds and you see the barely there streaks of grey tinting the horizon beyond the trees. 

You sit up turning your head and wincing at the tinge of pain that accompanies the movement. a hand comes up to touch the spot at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and your suddenly reminded of the mark Halsin left behind. 

His hand comes up to cover your own, calloused fingertips tracing over the bite gently, and you look down to see concern tugging as his brow. 

“I’m sorry, my heart, I lost myself-”

“Will it scar?” You cut him off, turning your hand to lace your fingers with his own. 

Halsin pauses at your question, lips tugging downward. “I can make sure it will not-”

You shake your head, leaning down to capture his lips in a quick kiss, pulling back to stare into familiar hazel eyes. 

“Don’t.” you say. “Leave it. I…like the idea of it. But I…” you trail off, your courage waning. 

Halsin’s other hand comes up to card through your hair, urging you to face him again.

“Speak freely here,” he encourages. 

You nod, sliding one hand up to run your fingers over the spot on his neck that mirrors your own.

“I’d like you to bear a similar mark.”

Halsin smiles, pulling you down to him so your lips are a mere hairsbreadth away.

“You are mine just as much as I am yours, my heart.”

You smile.

You could get used to that. 

[poweringthroughthis]

be my valentine | park jisung

nsfw, mature content, mdni

desc: (name) doesn't particularly like valentine's week, but his boyfriend is sure he can change that.

warnings: begging, hyung kink, anal fingering, anal s*x, fluff

valentine's week had always been a sore topic for (name). A few failed relationships that never really went past the initial phase, and the lack of ideal guys to date left the man with a bitter feeling towards the lovers' week. But all that changed last spring when he was surprisingly asked out by his upperclassman. and the most handsome one at that.

everybody could see that jisung would make the ideal partner for anyone. his soft looks, amazing personality and loving nature made (name) realize he really hit the jackpot with this one. he was surprised when jisung approached a junior, and him out of all, to go out with.

the lovebirds had quickly hit it off and molded into the perfect pair. their chemistry was off the charts and (name) finally had a relationship that constantly made him feel loved.

when the week (name) used to dread arrived again, he was no longer feeling the blues. how could he, when he woke up to breakfast in bed, and a bouquet of azaleas. the boy let out a happy squeal, hugging his boyfriend, who was looking ethereal in his plain white button-up and half-pants. jisung always has been a romantic.

(name) gobbled up the deliciousness, giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips, getting up to shower.

as he stepped out of the bathroom, he tried to hold back his reaction to the sight in front of him. jisung was sitting on the couple's bed, back resting on the bedframe and manspreading. his black hair fell beautifully on his forehead and his blue eyes bore into (name)'s figure.

he spoke through hooded lids, beckoning (name) close with his index finger. "time for your next gift babe. c'mere." heartbeat rising and feeling excited, (name) trudged over to the bedside and climbed.

jisung patted his wide thighs for (name) to settle himself on, snaking his arms around the younger's waist the moment he took his designated seat. (name)'s body towered over jisung's slightly shorter one, both men gazing into each other's eyes with love and want.

"so lucky to have you, darling. happy valentine's", breathed jisung. a smile etched onto (name)'s lips as he smacked them onto jisung's plump ones. the two started to make out, sucking the air out of each other's mouth.

jisung's hands moved up and down (name)'s torso, squeezing and grabbing the supple skin, eliciting a moan from his partner. jisung's kisses moved southward, planting wet smooches on his lover's jaw, neck, chest and stomach.

he lifted (name)'s shirt over his head, flinging it behind them. he continued his trail, his hands holding the other's waist. his tongue flicked the sensitive nipple, and (name) let out a high pitched whine, hands clutching jisung's locks.

the elder was not satisfied with the response and started to bite the bud, while his other hand played with the other. the pleasure was driving (name) mad, but he didn't want it to end just yet.

he pushed his boyfriend's head away from his chest, the latter looking confused and hurt. (name) smiled softly, caressing jisung's face. "as much as I would love to cum from this alone, I want us to cum together." the words brought a smirk onto the elder's face.

"then beg me."

(name) was slightly shocked by his sudden change in demeanor.

"w-what?"

"you heard me baby. beg me. ask hyung nicely" jisung restated.

(name) gulped, his heart rate speeding up. this was new, but not unwelcome. "please, hyung" he whispered.

"please, what? speak up, baby boy" jisung replied, enjoying the newfound power he had.

"please, take me."

"take you where?"

(name) whined. "you know where, hyung" he pouted.

jisung leaned in to the crook of his neck, kissing the sweet spot, "but I wanna hear you say it, baby."

(name) felt his breath hitch, his voice shaky, "fuck me, please."

the boys' lips were like magnets, never staying apart from the other for too long. they separated only to catch their breaths, then immediately going back at it again.

jisung grinned. "good boy" he pulled down (name)'s shorts, leaving him completely bare. the elder reached for the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. he lathered his fingers in the liquid and slowly pushed one inside (name)'s entrance, stretching the hole.

(name) winced at the intrusion, jisung stopping momentarily before he started to move his finger again. the pain slowly subsided and the younger started to feel pleasure, a moan escaping his mouth.

"feels good, doesn't it baby?" jisung spoke.

"hyunggg, more" he whined. the elder added another finger and scissored his partner, opening him up for his cock.

"you know what's hotter than having a taller boyfriend?" jisung questioned, his actions never coming to a halt. (name) was too lost in pleasure to respond so the older answered for him.

"when said boyfriend whines and begs his hyung to make him feel good" he smirked.

(name) blushed. the embarrassment and arousal were overwhelming. he knew his boyfriend was a little shit somewhere behind his sweet and caring aura, but not this much.

jisung added a third finger and the stretch was delicious. (name) moaned again, throwing his head back, and his cock aching and dripping. he was a moaning mess and jisung was enjoying the sight. he pulled his fingers out, causing his partner to whimper.

he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. his fully erect dick stood proudly and jisung spread some lube on it.

"are you ready baby?" he asked.

(name) nodded. "I'm so ready hyung" he whined. jisung lifted him and placed him on his lap, his back facing him. he lined his dick up against the hole and pushed in slowly, (name)'s eyes widening and letting out a loud moan.

jisung's dick was so thick that once he was buried to the hilt, the boys took a moment to breathe. "you okay, baby?" jisung inquired, concerned for his boyfriend's well-being. (name) nodded, letting his body adjust. he rocked his hips forward, signaling to his partner that he could start moving.

jisung pulled out slightly and thrust back in. the pace started slow, but the two men eventually got into a rhythm, the sound of skin slapping resonating around the room.

"you like that, huh?" jisung groaned. (name) couldn't form words, his head filled with clouds. the only noises he could make were the sinful sounds of his moans.

jisung slightly altered their positions so he was on top, pushing (name)'s face down and his ass up. he thrusted harshly, the new position making the pleasure so much deeper. (name) gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. his legs were shaking from the overwhelming feeling.

"ahhh, hyung! right there, right there!" (name) screamed, his prostate being hit by his partner. jisung aimed his thrusts to hit the bundle of nerves again, and again. his hand was on (name)'s cock, jerking him off in sync.

"cum for hyung, baby boy." he growled. the younger felt a coil tightening in his lower abdomen, and then released all over the sheets. his walls clenched around jisung, sending him over the edge as well.

the latter spilled his load inside (name)'s asshole, filling him up to the brim. he pulled out and laid down beside him, both panting.

"that was fucking amazing, baby." jisung smiled, kissing (name)'s forehead.

"it sure was" he replied, snuggling closer to his partner. "and to think I thought valentine's week would suck this year too".

"not with me around. let's sleep. i made dinner reservation for the evening. after today, you're gonna love the 2nd week of Februarys". jisung chuckled.

(name) was looking into his boyfriend's eyes with nothing but hearts in his own.

"hyung?" he called softly.

"yeah?"

"be my valentine, please. each year, every year."

[unconventional-lawnchair]

We'll heal together: Chapter Five

I Will Wait Mumford & Sons

Sirius Black x Reader (Past) / Remus Lupin x Reader (Ambiguous-Past)

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Summary: Reader is still having dreams of her past, while McGonagall convinces Dumbledore to remove the curse on her.

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Mean Remus, Jealous/Jerk Sirius, Fights, mentions of death and murder, minor character death (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 4364

A/n: Starting a taglist! Comment to Dm to be added!

You stayed in Moody’s comfort for what felt like hours. You could have stayed for days more, but eventually the strain to your still throbbing limbs and aching body was doing you in.

Moody practically herded you to the couch, allowing you to sit down, and after some push back with him trying to get you to lay down, he eventually gave in and allowed you to sit across from him. Pillows propping up your sides, a horrible tasting healing potion, a cup of tea for a chaser, and a blanket rested on your lap later, you two figured starting from day one was the best course of action.

“October 29th, 1981. What happened?” Moody asked in a careful but stern tone. You weren't used to him being so gentle with you, you guessed twelve years apart could do that to a person. You gave a sigh and set the teacup aside, relaxing back into the makeshift throne and looked at the ceiling, eyes closing as the pain began to disappear. 

“It was a botched mission. Someone sold us out.” You explained slowly.

~~

“With Mad-Eye out of commission sick, we need someone to go in his place.” Gideon told you, having knocked on your door late at night with Fabian at your gate keeping watch. Gideon took the paper that etched out your address, Lupin’s handwriting scribbled on the crumbled paper, as the elder twin set it in your outstretched hand. With the Fidelius charm that protected your home ever since Voldemort marked you for death, you made an impulsive decision to make Lupin your secret keeper.

You hadn't spoken to Sirius in months after your argument and subsequently, your break up. Peter and you were already the Potter’s secret keepers, the last logical step would be Remus. Especially after what happened to Marlene and Dorcus just a few months prior. He was hesitant at first, but when you pushed he caved. He always made it easy for you.

(“You weren't suspicious?” Mad-Eye demanded and you quickly shook your head. “No, if Lupin had to write my address down it meant something. He refused to do it every time he'd been asked, said it was too easily given to others.”)

You snapped your fingers, and the paper burned to ash at your feet. “I didn't know Moody could get sick.” You tried to joke, and Gideon gave you a grimace and Fabian looked back at you two. Your lips twitched. The twins aren't joking? That's slightly nerve wracking. 

“So? What do you say?” Gideon implored, and you nodded, biting your lip. 

“Let me get dressed.”

~~

“They came to your house at midnight to recruit you for a mission?” Moody asked in a shocked and angry tone. “One you weren't briefed on? My mission?” He implored and you gave a small nervous smile, to keep the peace.

“It wasn't the first time if it makes you feel better.”

“Far worse.” Moody practically shouted and you winced. He huffed and lowered his voice, arms crossing and leaning back in his seat. “So what next?”

“Well, I got ready and we left to get to the rendezvous point. It should have been simple, just ambushing a few dark wizards couldn't have been much harder then what we had been doing. The tip said there should be three, two already there and one coming later with what we assumed to be supplies we could garnish.”

~~

“I don't see anyone.” Fabian announced as you three sat among the trees. His wand was to his throat, so even with him across the clearing his voice was transported to your ear, where the weird snake ear clip they gave you relayed his voice. The twins had always been making trinkets and inventions, ever since you first met them, that was one of their defining traits. That and they were absolute children, who tested them on you any chance they got.

“Shouldn't there be people here by now?” You asked, pressing your wand to your jugular, and you heard shuffling before Gideon spoke up. “Maybe we're early?”

(“If you felt it was off you should have left.”

“Would you have?”)

Suddenly there was a loud sound of apparition behind you. You snapped your head around and went silent. Fuck.

There before you were five death eaters and they didn't seem ready for a simple trade off. Fully decked out in battle gear, they began to walk around the clearing and muttered things between themselves.

Then, a voice boomed through the forest. “Alastor Moody!” He called into the clearing. You knew that voice immediately, your stomach dropped. Antonin Dolohovs. “Moody, come out my old friend!” 

You looked to your sides and peaked at Fabian who tightened his grip on his wand, then to your right and saw Gideon already looking at you. He gestured down hill, as if telling you to run, and you refused. Shaking your head you looked back at your left and the other Prewett twin seemed to have the same idea. You pressed your wand to your neck and lowered your voice, as Antonin went on a manic rant. 

“We need more men. One of us has to get someone.” You implored before you quickly hitched your breath as one of the five Death Eaters got too close to your hiding spot.

“Gideon, you do it.” You heard Fabian command and Gideon gave a huff.

“We should send the kid.” He hissed back. “We can stand our own.”

“Send {L/N}? The girl who is supposed to be in hiding straight to the rat infested Ministry? No chance.”

You held your breath as your back nuzzled closer to the tree root you hid in. The closer he got the louder your heart blared in your ears. You took a deep breath as he began to slip past the root and almost spotted you. That was, until Fabian recklessly shot a spell at him. Everything happened in slow motion. 

Gideon raised his wand, mid apparition, watched as Dolohov raised his wand and shouted. “Crucio!” But he couldn't stop, apparating away from the field as his brother wailed.

Fabian fell to the floor, and you covered your mouth. Quickly shooting your hands to your ears and your body shook out in terror at his blood curdling screams.

“I found another one!” One of them shouted and grabbed you by your arm, dragging you out. Tossing you on the ground by your limp friend. You shuttered and quickly stammered to your feet, hurrying to back pedal away from them, before your back fell against Antonin’s chest. Quickly, you tried to rectify your actions, but he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tucked you closer. You squirmed and hissed, stomping back to try and hit your heel to his shoe.

It worked and he flinched hard enough for you to get out of his grasp. You went for your sleeve but froze when you looked at the manic wizard and saw him holding up your wand. He had snagged it in your tussle. “Fuck...” You whispered and he bellowed a laugh.

“Moody sent you instead, huh? Pretty thing you are, can't possibly have been on your own for longer than a year.” He taunted but you kept your expression mute. The less he knew about you, the better. 

“Wait, sir.” One of his lackeys spoke up and you stifled a wince. “That's {Y/N} {L/N}.” He declared with a shocked laugh. “Voldemort would be ecstatic if we brought her to him.”

Antonin looked you over before he wet his lip and fiddled with your wand. “{L/N}, hm? Your father has done a lot for our cause.” He gave a sickening curl to his lips as he pressed the wand to your neck. “Thank you for your service, darling. Let's get you home.” 

Before you could even formulate a plan, one of his other lackeys pointed their wand to Fabian.

“No!” You screamed, shoving past Antonin and running towards the two, but halfway there and the words already left his lips. Avada Kedavra. Your entire body froze up as your eyes locked with Fabian's, and you watched the light leave them. You stood there, horrified. The men around you didn't even see you as a threat. They allowed you to stand there, talking among themselves. 

You felt pathetic. Without a wand you couldn't do a thing. You found yourself wishing you studied wandless magic, because you were truly as weak as you felt. Just a girl. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. 'What's your last resort?’ You heard Alastor’s words echo in your ears. Run.

So, you ran. Bolted for the tree line. Alastor always told you, if you had no other choice, you were young. ‘Strip your battle gear,’ You heard him as you tore off the blackened leather wrap around your chest, vaulting over an overgrown tree root. Tossing your bulky boots and sharply turning your direction as you heard their shouts after you. ‘Get out of eyesight, go one direction, leave evidence of the contrary.’ 

You stumbled to a small river and looked around. Their voices that were once fading outgrew closer. You were breathing heavily, your socks were stained and one bloodied from a sharp rock cutting your toe, too filled with adrenaline to notice. You looked around before you took the bloodied sock and wet it, chucking it across the body of water before turning sharply on your heel and ran across the tree line to hide behind a moss-covered rock.

You held your breath, closing your eyes tight and remembered his number one rule. ‘Never panic.’ So, you sat there. Their voices and footsteps passed, and eventually you heard splashing as they ran across the river and soon you couldn't hear them at all. You waited a little bit longer before you looked around. You had no wand, no plan, nothing. All you could hope was that Fabian still had his. 

You shakily rose to your feet and began to stalk back. 

You hadn't realized just how far you had gone. When you made it back, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and Gideon was still not back. You kneeled down by Fabian's body and turned him over. You gave a sigh of relief when you saw his wand. You kept your hand on his chest, it was still warm, like it was taunting you. You thinned your lips and raised his wand to the sky. “Expecto Patronum!” You declared. 

You were weak, so was the disobedient wand, struggling to focus on the good in your mind. You waved your hand, and the fox finally appeared. “Take this message to Lupin.” You whispered softly. “Ambushed. Fabian, dead. Gideon, status unknown. May be splinched.” You panted out. “Running. Five looking for me. Antonin Dolohov.” It's all you could muster, quickly dismissing your patronus and looking back to Fabian. “I just... need to rest.” You whispered as you felt yourself slowly fall against his stomach.

You didn't know how long you were out for, but the first thing you heard was Albus’s soothing voice. You stirred. 

“There you are.” 

You turned to look at him and grimaced, slowly lifting yourself off of your friend and shaking to stand. Dumbledore walked over to help support you. You could have sobbed out, letting your body fall against his chest. You didn't even have time to wonder why he was here, not Remus or Gideon. “H-he-”

“I know. I know dear child.” He hushed and ran his hand up and down your back. You shook and sobbed in his arms, and he looked across the field. 

Albus pulled back and you looked up at him threw glossy eyes, arms still outreached and resting on his forearms, looking for any semblance of warmth and comfort. “We found your letters.” He told you carefully. “We know you have been in contact with Regulus Black via concealed letter since you graduated. Before his passing.” 

The heat left your face. What? How did they find those? How did he know? And why was he bringing this up, now?

“Sir, I-”

“Voldemort knows as well.”

You almost fainted. “Is that why?”

“He is after you? Yes. Now, I have a plan to keep you safer than I have. Keep this conversation renewed in your mind, so one day, we will be able to use this connection.” 

“What are you talking about?” You croaked, looking over at Fabian’s body in a daze. This felt like the cruelest form of whiplash. “Professor-”

“This is for the better, {Y/N}.” He muttered against your temples you sniffled. “What is?” You croaked, and he raised his wand to your head. 

“Obliviate.”

~~

“And that was the last thing I remembered.” You sighed and grabbed your teacup, holding it to your palm for warmth. Moody seemed to be a little slower as he realized what was happening.

“Albus Obliviated you?” He asked in a breathy way, you slowly nodded. “... and you've been alive, all these years?”

“Would seem so.” You mumbled and picked at the helm of your shirt. There was a silence, it wasn't awkward, but it certainly wasn't comforting. 

“Lily, James, and Harry?” You croaked out and when Moody grimaced, your heart broke. 

“The boy is alive.” Moody offered and you nodded slowly, trying to gather yourself. Your voice cracked as you began to speak. “Sirius took care of him, yeah?”

Moody frowned harder and you narrowed your eyes. “No... he didn't abandon him, did he?” You prayed to whichever of the cruel gods was above you that it was a joke.

“He was, until recently, imprisoned in Azkaban.” He mused and your shoulders fell in shock, eyes wide. 

“I- you- I-” You sputtered out. “Whatever for?” You implored and leaned forward. 

“He sold out the Potters and... killed Peter Pettigrew.” He spoke carefully, knowing how close you two were, slow and delicate. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips parted slightly. 

“... what? Peter is... is dead?” You whispered in shock before your eyes widened. “Wait- Sirius killed Peter?!” You bellowed and snapped up to your feet. 

Alastor stood up and walked towards you, but you began to pace. 

“Why would he possibly need to kill him? And he would never sell out the Potters! He'd sooner die! How did he even manage to tell Voldemort!?” You practically shouted and Alastor scoffed. “A secret keeper can tell anyone.”

Then, your eyes widened, snapping over to look at Alastor. “Moody- no, Peter and I-” Then it hit you. It hit you like a bludger to the chest. Your air left your lungs. 

“Moody, Peter and I were the Potter’s secret keepers.” You whispered in a shaky voice. Moody's expression stayed blank, but his false eye began to flicker side to side showing he was deep in thought. 

“Merlin...”

“Peter would never, he wouldn't-” You stopped and had to think about everything you knew about Peter. He was a coward, but he was bold. He was meek and quiet, but he was confident with you. He was always charming and sweet, but you had heard from Mary and Dorcus how they saw him as slimy when he didn't get what he wanted. 

The more you thought about him, the more traits you came up with for him, the more evidence there was for the contrary. Did you ever truly know Peter Pettigrew? Years ago, you would've laid down your life on the fact that Peter was trustworthy, honest, brave and kind. But the more you pondered it, he was always those things to you. Just to you. You covered your face in shame. “No...”

Moody walked up and patted your back as you tried to come to terms with it all. “But he- I- Rem! What of Remus?” 

“The Lycanthrope?” Moody tutted and you glared up at him. “Don't call him that.”

Moody nodded with an eye roll and gestured to the seat for you. 

You walked back over and sat down. Moody beside you. “After your disappearance, Albus called an emergency meeting. We gathered, and Albus told us of you and Fabian's death. That Gideon was leaving the order and going to America. Molly was inconsolable.”

~~

“No! No no no!” Molly sobbed into Authur’s arms, Albus looked down solemnly at his hands.

A scoff came across the table. “That's it? That's all we get?” Sirius snarled and shot to his feet. “Who did it?” He boomed across the table. He was tired of losing people. But losing you, now, that was a new kind of pain. One he didn't want to discover quite yet, so he lashed out in anger. He hadn't felt like this since he heard of Regulus’s death.

 “Who!?” He demanded as Albus kept a solemn and pitiful look. It burned Sirius up inside. 

“Antonin Dolohov.” Remus spoke up from across the table. He was looking down, eyes bloodshot and clearly distressed. He was in his sleep wear, having been woken up late at night by a glowing blue fox. He could hear what she said over and over in his head. When he got there and found Dumbledore, looking down at Fabian. There was blood, and Remus could smell it. Dark magic and you.

“Ambushed. Fabian, dead. Gideon, status unknown. May be splinched. Running. Five looking for me. Antonin Dolohov.”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Sirius sneered and Remus closed his eyes. “She sent me a Patronus.” 

“Of course she did.” He snapped at Remus, slamming his hands on the table. “Of course she'd send it to you, wouldn't she? I bet that makes you feel real special, getting her last words.”

Remus gawked at Sirius in pure shock. It felt like he stupefied him to his chest. “And what's that supposed to mean?” He suddenly snapped back and stood as well. Alice was quick to nudge Frank, both parties standing up to make sure the two didn't jump across the table and shred each other. 

“Do you think I'm daft? Do you think I didn't notice the way you looked at my Fiancé, Remus?” He bellowed across the room and Remus gave a laughing scoff. “This is how you want to have this conversation, Sirius? Now?” He snapped back and Sirius gave an incredulous laugh.

“When else? She's fucking dead, she can't come save you now.” 

“You've gone mental!”

“No one worth being sane for left!”

“Maybe if you hadn't left her, this wouldn't be happening!” Remus shouted and that seemed to physically stun Sirius. “If you hadn't pushed her away until she hit her breaking point, until she had to come to me of all people, you could be at home right now waking up to her! But you didn't, you failed her Sirius.” Remus cut and cut as deep as he could. Sirius was silent for a moment and his mouth grew dry. Suddenly, he picked up a plate and threw it at Remus, the latter just managing to sidestep it before the Black stormed out.

Alice tutted and Remus looked down at her, breathing heavily. Slowly, he noticed the looks of pure horror on everyone's face. He knew he had gone too far. He cleared his throat and muttered an apology, turning to quickly leave.

Through all the chaos, no one noticed Peter leave moments later. He was walking down the street. His hands in his pockets and head down. Lost in deep thought, about you. No one truly knew the snake that was Peter Pettigrew. He was a people pleaser, he wanted validation and clung to the biggest bully in the yard like a vise. Originally, that was why he wanted to get to know you. You were James Potter's childhood friend, but you also managed to befriend several of the most influential Slytherins and purebloods of their school years. You were confident, unashamed to be you, the opposite of him. 

The more he got to know you, however, the more he truly cared. He loved his friends, he loved them all, but there was only one he'd fight for. You. Foolish you. You swore to him you would give your life for the Potters, for Sirius and Remus, himself included, but he never wanted it to get this far. When he first found the letters between you and Regulus, he felt hope. That maybe, just maybe, you were like him. Buying yourself time with information.

He hoped that when he brought these letters to Voldemort, he would finally be convinced of your worth to the cause. That he would lend him more time to let him convert you. Then the dark lord sent out a notice for your capture; he knew he had made a mistake. He should have de-charmed and read the letters himself, but it was all he could think of. Your safety, with him, like he always promised.

Last night was a fluke. A fluke that cost him more than he was willing to put on the line. It should have been Moody. That's what he knew, Moody, and the Prewetts. They should have been the ones to die that night. Instead, it was you. You lost your life, as you always promised, for the cause.

The cause? The cause. The cause that sent in children to die like cattle. His dearest friend falling to the hands of a god he placated. You died for the Potters. For Black. For Lupin. You died for him… Anger bubbled under the surface. The charm was broken, he would go to the Potters to repair it tonight. Then, he would be there the next night, with the dark lord by his side. He wanted them to hurt. To hurt like he was, to ensure they had no one else. No one, like him. 

~~

“But that leaves one thing that I do not understand.” Moody challenged and you rolled your tongue. He opened his coat and pulled out a long box, holding it out to you. You narrowed your eyes before he opened it, revealing a wand. Not any wand, your wand. You gasped and reached for it, before he quickly shut it closed. You glared at him, and he flicked the box onto his lap. The box looked worn, like it had been in his pocket for years. It made you feel warm. He has been keeping you close this whole time. You were not forgotten. But clearly, he planned to make you work for it.

“What is it?”

“What was in those letters? And why were you talking to the youngest Black?” He leaned closer, trying to use the same techniques he taught you about interrogation. You rolled your eyes, you can count on one hand the number of times you lied to Moody since you were 16, you didn't plan to keep counting. Four times.

“He was telling me things. Things about Voldemort’s plans, what he had done and who he had done it to. In exchange, I kept him updated on Sirius, I promised to keep him safe. He also kept me up to date on a few Death Eaters I had known in school. I want to tell you, but I feel I should talk to Dumbledore first. I feel I deserve a proper explanation as to why this happened to me.” You muttered bitterly and then your face scrunched up in a pout. “I also have a certain cat to see.”

“Cat?”

“Glasses.” You mumbled and Moody shook his head in confusion. Tossing the box on the table and you quickly snatch it, opening it up and pulling out your wand with a sigh of relief.

“Until further notice, you are to be on house arrest.”

“What? That can't be true! Isn't Voldemort gone?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. 

“There are some who believe otherwise. Regardless, you are dead, the minister is still working through a story to tell the world about your reappearance.”

You scoffed and rubbed your temple. “And what of Harry? Who has he been with?” You challenged and Moody frowned.

“His mother’s sister.”

“That monster!? No, Moody, I must see him!” You begged. “I have no idea what they could have done to that boy! He deserves to be with family!” You stood up sharply and Moody scoffed.

“The boy is with family!”

“No, for Merlin’s sake he is not! I am his family! Sirius and Remus! I don't care what anyone has said, Petunia Evans is a wicked monster of a woman! I have heard Lily’s horror stories! I am his Godmother! I demand to see him!” Your voice filled the entire house. Lily had spent most of her school years protecting you from your family, you have left her son for twelve years, unable to protect him from her family. He deserved a home, you don't care what people seem to think, people like her could not change.

“And what a Godmother you will be, your home has no wards protecting it, you have nowhere to take him, and your vaults are locked until your Godson turns 18! You must wait until the minister announces you are safe to resume your life!”

“This is absolute shite!” You snapped and stormed towards the stairs like an emotional teenager. “I am going to my room!”

“And stay in there!” He snapped back as your footsteps stomped up the steps and the sound of a slamming door rang through the house.

Even after that argument, Moody couldn't help but sit down and smile at the fireplace. You were annoying and unruly, and he has missed that spunk.

~~  “Make that five.” You muttered to yourself. You walked over to the radio and turned it on. You muttered a small enchantment on a pillow, and it began to levitate. You pushed it out the window and jumped onto it. It began to fall quickly, before you transformed. The sudden shift in weight slowed the descent significantly. You landed in the grass and hurried out into the field. Making sure no one could see you, being a fox was fox was fine, but being a silver, fox is what raised eyebrows. Sorry Moody, I have to see my Harry.

[craftersarthoard]

Leshy! In The Order of Light! Written in Aegis' perspective. Here is the typed out version v Leshy Est. Age: 5,200 Years old Aliases: The Great Wyrm, Chaos, He of Havoc Race: Wyrmfolk/Lindwurm Home Region: Darkwood Forest Occupation: Bishop of Chaos (prior felling), lead gardener and Disciple of Light (post resurrection) Personality Traits: VERY prideful, inquisitive, distrustful (at first), extremely adaptable.

(Bishop Form - 13ft. tall not counting antlers or crown) Belly plates are as strong as ironwood and span from his chest all the way down the tail. (The plates are no longer as strong after felling, they now feel similar to that of tough snake skin) Wears seed pods that tames his fluffy tail but they also contain many unknown seeds. He can rattle these seed pods when enraged or even happy. Tail plumes are preened often Lindwurm (Eldritch) The sheer size of this form is not done justice here, from head to tail he's almost too long for his own temple courtyard. -Eyes manifested are not real though they may have granted temporary sight. -Acrid spit and black ichor make bites even more lethal! (damaged belly plate?) -VERY resistant hide! Cannot pierce! Follower of The Order of Light (this form is only about 7ft tall) After being brought into The Order of Light, it took him all but 30 years for him to slowly trust us and by his 90th year here, he finally became comfortable enough to socialize with us and now almost 200 years later he's become quite the joy of us all. And might I say by far the most loyal friend one could ask for. From hatchlings to elders, we can't imagine the Order without him... our gardens have never looked more beautiful.

[sunisglowing]

KARAKAS OF PLANETS AND THEIR HOUSES

(as per vedic astrology)

Karaka means significator or signification. Every object- living or dead signifies something in this world. It has a purpose for it's existence.

In Sanskrit dictionary, it means an operator, factor and who or what produces.

Naisargika karakas shows everything that exists in the creation. They include Rahu, Ketu and the seven Planets.

They are presided by Brahma.

Naisargika Karakas show not only human beings, but they show various impersonal things and matter.

They show everything that exists in Brahma's creation and affects a person

They are useful in analysis of general results, i.e. phalita jyotish.

THE HOUSES AND THEIR KARAKA PLANETS—

1ST HOUSE - SUN

2ND HOUSE - JUPITER

3RD HOUSE - MARS

4TH HOUSE - MOON & MERCURY

5TH HOUSE - JUPITER

6TH HOUSE - MARS & SATURN

7TH HOUSE - VENUS

8TH HOUSE - SATURN

9TH HOUSE - JUPITER & SUN

10TH HOUSE - MERCURY, SUN, JUPITER & SATURN

11TH HOUSE - JUPITER

12TH HOUSE - SATURN

note: there is different information on different sites regarding karaka of houses,

i have referred these from a book and view sites and written according to my own opinions and knowledge planets. choose what you want accordingly

KARAKA OF PLANETS—

SUN is the karaka of soul, vitality, heath, heart, right eye, status, influence, presitge, power, ego, father, royalty, royal favour, politics, heat, electricity, fame and honor, medical science.

MOON is the karaka of mind, emotions, mother, liquid, heart, sleep, happiness, travel (distant journeys too), milk, pearls, understanding inclination, good name and fame, facial lustre, royal favour, affluence (wealth), water, peace of mind

MARS is the karaka of courage, passion, valour, bravery, desire, leadership, strength, stamina, weapons, fire, injuries, scandals, controversies, younger brother, police, defense, army, soldiers, defense, anger, violence, leadership, doctors, diseases, opposition, enemies, mechanical engineering.

MERCURY is the karaka of all intelligence, speech, expression, education, communication, mathematics, learning, logic, writing, publishing, business, astrology, accounting, postman, medical knowledge and profession, dancing, drama, precious stones, maternal uncle, friends, discrimination, politics, analytical thinking, memory.

JUPITER is the karaka of knowledge, wisdom, learning, philosophy, teacher, wealth, devotion, children, banking, respect, religious perception, family, fortune, elder brother, husband, body fat, holy places, donation, corpulence, elders, scriptures, benevolence, fruity trees.

VENUS is the karaka of wife, marriage, beauty, fame, sexual matters, jewelry, ornaments, sensuality, pleasures, arts, creativity, singing, flowers, buying &selling, vehicles, perfumes, dance, music, genital organs, flowering trees, cooperation, cows, watery places, whiteness.

SATURN is the karaka of profession, longevity, karma, life, death, adversity, conduct, service, disease, trouble, poverty, losses, calamity, livelihood, theft, servants, old age, dishonor, imprisonment, grief, oils, agriculture, west direction, foreign language and science, minerals, greed, temptation.

RAHU is the karaka of paternal grandfather, movements, traveling, foreigners, outcasts, snake, snake bite, mystery, poison, skin disease, eczema, sharp pain in the body harsh speech, theft, widow, swelling in the body, pilgrimage.

KETU is the karaka of maternal grandfather, consumption, pain, fever, wound, witchcraft, horned animals, dog, cock (idk which one😂), birds, moksha, occult science, detachment, imprisonment, psychic abilities, wisdom, intelligence, healing arts, spices, isolation.

[three-two-six]

120 SINF facts I collected while rereading the series

Behold, my magnum opus.

Josh likes Shrek

Dee has The X-Files theme song as his ringtone

Scatty doesn’t blink. Ever.

Dee gave Mary Shelley the idea for Frankenstein

Scatty can’t enter your room if you don’t invite her in

Scatty is a vegetarian

Perry needed to teach Nicholas English at some point because he forgot it

Ghosts love bathrooms

Josh is 5 cm taller than Sophie

Dee has always been fascinated by the idea of flying

Josh hates snakes, spiders, rats, and scorpions

Scatty hates rain, and it is one of the reasons she left Ireland

Scatty is allergic to feathers and fur

Scatty easily burns in the sun

According to the Codex, apples are poisonous and frogs can turn into princes, both of which Zephaniah confirms are incorrect claims

Zephaniah tried to marry off Scatty to king Nabukodonosor when she was 15

Dee prefers living in bigger cities

Scatty gets sick from using leygates

Josh is incredibly susceptible to seasickness

Nicholas helped create the French sign language

Machiavelli desecrated Nicholas’ and Perenelle’s graves more than three centuries ago and broke their gravestone. The Flamels saw everything

Zephaniah is an Elvis Presley fan

Sophie thinks European chocolate is too bitter

Scatty hates flying

Scatty speaks 6-7 HUNDRED languages

Machiavelli is the type of guy to punch a hole in the wall when he’s angry

Francis speaks ALL languages. ALL of them.

Scatty bites her nails when she’s nervous

Vampyres don’t sweat (this includes Scatty and Aoife)

Francis is terrible at tending to plants

Nicholas pulled off the first blood transfusion in history

Joan is also a vegetarian

Dee has a habit of cutting the phone call before the other person just so that his word can be last. Machiavelli is the most prominent victim of this

Dee doesn’t like flying

The Sphynx is afraid of dark

The pyramids in Egypt were built for the Danu Talis survivors

Josh collects fossilized feces

Joan loves cooking and grows spices on her rooftop

Machiavelli has manicured nails

Dagon often has nightmares about the fall of Danu Talis

Machiavelli knows how to program in five different programming languages

Machiavelli's one of the few world experts on quantum physics

Aerop-Enap tends to sleep off large chunks of human history

Sophie can run really fast

Machiavelli is a vegetarian

Machiavelli has stamina problems

Gilgamesh doesn't have an aura

Perry's aura doesn't have a smell

William cooks when he's nervous

Bastet can tolerate iron better than most Elders

Both Josh and Mars carry swords in their left hand

Machiavelli was the brain behind Napoleon

Francis is the only known person in the SINF universe that was born with the ability to see where leygates are

Scatty was told that she'd die in an exotic place

Billy speaks French

The Flamels worked on the first atomic bomb ever

Gilgamesh once requested to have the world’s first atomic bomb be detonated right above him. The Flamels placed him in a mental institution for 10 years because of it

Sophie doesn't like onions

Francis taught Aoife how to see leygates

Machiavelli thinks about his death unusually often

Niten is the only humani who defeated Scatty in a one-on-one fight

Virginia has a very expensive taste

Virginia lives in a tent

Canonically the reason Machiavelli and Dee keep underestimating Perenelle is that they're misogynists (at least according to Virginia Dare)

Niten collects classic cars

Dee is terrible at tending to plants

Aoife once crashed a vimana and blamed it on Scatty

Odin sacrificed his eye to an Archon in exchange for eldritch knowledge

Abraham has an extra finger on each hand

Krakens are actually only about an inch large. Apparently, sailors overestimated their size a little…

The Morrigan’s tears turn into small feathers

Dee is very susceptible to seasicknes

Nereus is responsible for the Bermuda Triangle dissappearances

Scatty and Aoife were the first of the Next Generation

The Codex has twenty-one pages

Hel imprisoned Joan in her shadowrealm once

Virginia and her flute are bonded

Billy has cold hands

Virginia doesn’t speak Latin, and neither does Billy

Mars has a coal black tongue

Sophie is afraid of spiders

Aten is a history nerd

Isis is older than Osiris

Virginia Dare is a Vegetarian

Virginia didn’t know how to speak until she was ten or eleven

Billy read Machiavelli’s The Prince

Josh looks up to Billy as a legend

Black Hawk dislikes spicy food

It’s possible to summon Elders by praying to them

Virginia was besties with Albert Einstein and her tales about shadowrealms inspired his theory of relativity

Prometheus is the self-proclaimed finest vimana flier in Danu Talis

Will abhors weapons and has never fired a gun in his life

The first humani created by Prometheus all had his facial features

Perenelle hates coffee

Tsagaglalal has no fingerprints

Josh suffers from claustrophobia

Perenelle once knocked out one of Quetzalcoatl’s back molars

Prometheus hates parrots

Prometheus read Niten’s book

Mars disagrees with just about everything in Niten’s book

There are rumors that Leonardo da Vinci was immortal

Hel loves raw pork

The only place in the world Dee hasn’t been to is Denmark

Aoife considers Khutulun, a prominent immortal warrior and niece of Kublai Khan as the “daughter she always wanted”. She is currently breeding horses in Kentucky

Isis and Osiris paint their nails black

Quetzalcoatl is a loner

Quetzalcoatl is responsible for The great Northeast blackout

Billy and Black Hawk are Star Trek fans

Machiavelli is a Star Wars fan

Machiavelli actually liked Napoleon

Tor Ri in which lives Abraham has exactly 248 steps

Marethyu doesn’t breathe or have a heartbeat

Isis and Osiris have dark purple tongues

One of the reasons Elders don’t like congregating in the same place is the risk that their auras could cause a natural disaster

Zephaniah is allergic to cats

Cookie-dough ice cream gives Virginia a rash

Dee’s favorite ice cream flavor is cookie-dough

Billy loves eating crab legs

Scathach and Aoife were trained by Tsagaglalal

Prometheus doesn’t have a pulse

[asherthehimbo]

Guardians

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Demons: {immortal} Demons are created when supernatural creatures die in battle while fighting for a loved one. Demon’s usually stay in the underworld and rarely interact with the human world. Demon’s only interact with Banshee’s, and hold quite a soft spot for them The connection Banshee’s have to death connect them to the underworld, which in turn connects them to demons. The demons view Banshee’s almost like a pet or a companion.

Guardians:{immortal} Every element (Water,Fire,Earth,Wind) has a guardian born for it. Only four guardians can be born in circulation at a time, when one dies another is born and so on. No one knows who the guardians are or where they hide, except for The elder council (the ancients) .

Banshee’s: {immortal} Creatures with pale skin and long white hair, you can identify a Banshee through it eye’s which does not have a pupil. Banshee’s have powerful screams and can sense death. The connection that Banshee’s have with death is a complicated one, they can sense when a person dies, when death is near, they can push death away for a short time period as well, they can also communicate with the dead, whether that be human, supernatural or animal.

Shifters: {Mortal} Shifters can appear human, but shift into whatever animal they are, when in their human form they still have some heightened senses retaining to their animal form. Examples; a dragon shifter would naturally be more warm than others, wolf shifters would have heightened sense of smell, snake shifters would be able to produce venom from their fangs, ect.

Vampires: {Immortal to a degree} Vampires can walk in sunlight without getting harmed, just not for a long period of time. The limit is usually around 10 hours depending on the vampire themselves. Although they dont die after these hours are up they do experience extreme pain and rashes on their skin.Vampires have heightened senses, and while they do need blood to survive, by taking certain Iron and Vitamin D supplements they don’t need too much of it. Vampire’s have the ability to create a soulmate like bon with their lover, if both party’s agree by biting each other's necks and injecting their venom into one another they become bound to each other. This bond can not be broken, not even if one side dies. We call this bond ‘venenum est amor’ which is ancient tongue ( Latin) for venom to love.

Elementals:{has a choice} When an elemental becomes of age (27) they can choose whether or not they want to be mortal or immortal, this choice can not be reversed later on. Elementals know the basic magic that is taught to witches but have an extra connection to a certain element that allows them to harness that element in any way they see fit.

Siren:{Mortal} There are two different types of sirens, freshwater sirens and salt water sirens. Freshwater sirens were children of the moon and salt water were children of the sun, although lately freshwater sirens have flocked to the sun, leaving the moon in her lonesome. A fresh water siren's voice is more hypnotizing. The person does not realize what's happening until it's over where a salt water sirens voice is more commanding, you can't control your body but your brain is still active.

Seer: {Mortal} Just as Banshees are seen like pets or companions to demons, seers are to banshees. Seers can not prophesize or get visions at will, seers are very close, because while they get visions they do not possess any actual magical power. Seers are very rare, they are usually marked with a Moon shaped birthmark on the back of their shoulder.

Werewolves: {Mortal} Werewolves, not to be confused with Wolf! shifters, are a product of a vengeful witch who tied a pack of Wolf shifters to the full moon, which means they can only transform then. Werewolves and Wolf! shifters do not have good relations, Wolf! shifters see werewolves as the weaker version of themselves, and werewolves resent Wolf! shifters because of how ‘animalistic’ they act. Werewolves have the ability to grow claws and fangs at will, but can not be in the half transformed state for more than 7 hours at a time, this is because they are tied to the full moon. Werewolves wolf form are also much smaller than that of Wolf! shifters because of werewolves breeding with humans, causing less and less of their original bloodline to be present.

Witches: {Mortal} Witches act as a border between the human and supernatural realm, while their powers are extraordinary they are so low on the list because they are simply not needed in the big battle. While a lot of people love witches, their power is simply lacking in terms with elementals. Witches are like level one in terms of magical spell power, whereas Elementals would be level 8 and demons level 10.

Humans: {Mortal} Most humans do not know of the supernatural world, and those who do despise it, Humans mostly reside in the inner states and refuse to acknowledge the fact that the supernatural could be good. While the supernatural may be strong, they do not easily reveal themselves to humans specifically for the fact that humans have much bigger numbers than them. The ratio of supernatural to human is 1 to 10, if a war was to be created between species the humans would win, solely because Witches, Elementals, seers and Banshees are by the law of nature required not to be prejudice against races, therefor not able to pick a side and demons simply don't care about what happens with those not in the underworld.

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[sneverussape]

Since we seems to be on a Tobias kick over here, I have to mention my little headcanon.

In 1975 Tobias went out for beer and cigarettes. He never returned. Eileen and Severus thought he abandoned them. There may have even been a ‘Good Riddance’ attitude. The reality is he was turned into a vampire that night and lost his mortal memories.

Fast forward to the 2nd wizarding war and the vampires are on Voldemort’s side. Tobias has seen all the deatheaters, but they haven’t seen him. Once he sees Severus memories start flooding back and even his other pack mates tell them that they look nearly identical. (I use ‘Vampire the Masquerade’ rules for vampires, and Tobias is part of clan Lasombra. That clan can not see their reflection, so Tobias is oblivious to their similarities until others point it out).

Upon remembering his son, he strikes a deal with Voldemort. If Severus must die it has to be through exsanguination, or Tobias and his vampire pack will leave. (Tobias has ‘eaten’ his way to a pretty powerful rank). Voldemort agrees since Severus has to die (he believes he’s owner of the elder wand) and it doesn’t matter the manner.

Fast forward again and Severus is practically dead from the blood loss of Nagini’s bite, but Tobias is able to embrace him after Harry leaves. Here is where Tobias makes a vow to be a better Sire to Severus in unlife than he was to him as a father in mortal life.

It’s literally a redemption arc for Tobias as he teaches Severus how to be a vampire.

Also tumblr isn’t letting me choose which blog this message comes from, but my Snape blog is @redeemingbaddies

hello friend! i distinctly remember art of vampire!tobias going around before. was it yours? i thought the idea was so cool.

i do love the concept as it has so much potential. like for example what will happen when he and severus finally meet face to face, will the son recognize his father? how will it affect their work with snake face? will severus ever bring up his own memories of the toby he knew? how IS tobias as a vampire anyway? did he undergo a personality shift?

would love to know more!

[voguesian]

Stars, Serpents and Stories

Unveiling the Cosmic Influence on Premchand's Masterpieces

It's said that a person's kundali (कुंडली) is a map of their soul and Dhanpat Rai Srivastava, better known as Munshi Premchand, based on his pen name Premchand is no exception.

Katha Samrat (king of stories, a title given to Munshi Premchand) Munshi Premchand is an Indian writer famous for his modern Hindustani literature. Premchand was a pioneer of Hindi and Urdu social fiction who was well-versed in the art of touching hearts.

Munshi Premchand has cancer (कर्क) stellium in the first house, which not only shows up in his way of looking at things, i.e., perspective, but also, specifically his writing style. Since the first house rules personality, the sun, venus, and mercury conjunction in the zodiac sign of cancer serve as the key to understanding his personality.

The basic rule of astrology states that houses show you where planets show you what, and the zodiac signs tell you how.

His mercury in the zodiac sign of cancer sign (कर्क राशि) helps give us a lot of clarity in gaining a deeper understanding of his works, the brilliance behind his writing style, his ability to sway his readers, evoke strong emotions within them and deeply move them just through his words.

Cancer's emotional, caring, motherly, and sensitive influence can be seen in the way he expresses himself through his works. One of his works named 'Bade bhai sahab' (बड़े भाई साहब) which quite literally means the big brother or the elder brother, a story written from the perspective of a young brother leaves no stone unturned to make the reader feel deeply attached to the protagonist and the deuteragonist i.e. the elder brother of the protagonist. His psychological genius lies in his sensitive and emotional nature, which gives him the ability to get inside the minds of every type of person, regardless of whichever age, gender, and strata of society they belong to, to look within and through without the differences. The zodiac sign of cancer plays a huge role in his works as it's quite difficult to read him without crying. It's stated often, in general, that it's next to impossible to read one of his best works known as Nirmala (निर्मला), which is a deeply moving melodramatic novel.

Another really interesting aspect of his birth chart is a huge emphasis on Ashlesha Nakshatra. Ashlesha nakshatra, ruled by mercury and among other things, means serpents or sarpa (snakes). The symbol of Ashlesha nakshatra is a snake.

He has (according to astrosage data) his Venus, and mercury in the ashlesha nakshatra, which yet again shows up in another one of his works.

One of his works named 'Mantra' (मंत्र) reveals a striking connection to his ashlesha nakshatra placements. Mantra (मंत्र) is a short story where a serpent or a snake (सर्प) and a snake bite play a significant role in leading to the turning point of the story. His connection to ashlesha nakshatra (अश्लेषा नक्षत्र) can be easily seen in the story. In addition to this, another one of his works known as/ titled Naag Puja (नाग पूजा) quite literally means 'Naag/ Snake Worship' and reveals a great resemblance to the subjects involved with Ashlesha nakshatra. The story revolves entirely around the themes of ashlesha nakshatra and ashlesha energy has been explored in depth in this intriguing thriller.

[bellasbarginart]

Omg pls talk more about your skyrim or were-joe aus!!!

~ fan-mans

I AM HERE TO DELIVER YEEES ✨

Hiya Fan-Mans!

I’ll give a few facts for both!

SKYRIM AU

Dragonborne blood has (very) recently been discovered to reach several vessels/people. The Greybeards even believe that one dragonborne can bless others with dragonborne blood through magic.

The current dragonborne in the Age of Alduin are:

The Player/The Dragonborne (Little Mac):

A mysterious young traveler having just arrived in Skyrim. Having just escaped Helgen, he traveled to Whiterun in order to warn the Jarl, and soon discovered his power.

Samuel (Sandman)

A very strong, and very intimidating half-orc man. Having discovered the power of the Thu’um, or shout in an old cave, he travelled to the Graybeard’s to discover more. However, he learned of a second dragonborne, and thus both were taught. He assists the first Dragonborne with his/their work whenever he is asked. His greatest wish is to defeat Alduin and save Tamirel.

However, the roads of Skyrim are filled with both horrifying creatures and powerful allies. Sometimes, you might even discover that both of these things aren’t completely separate.

Some monster sightings in the region include:

The Elder Blood, a group of vampires lead by a frail pale man, with beautiful hair as red as the blood he feasts upon. 🥖

The Seven Scales, a horrifying combination of man and snake that lives in the wilds of The Reach…and feasts upon any unfortunate travelers that stumble into his cave. 🍀

The Moon’s Cursed Mage, a mage who has been cursed to morph into a cursed feline-like monster every full moon in Tamirel. 🐅

The King’s Gambit, a horrid mash of man and dwarven machine that has been waiting to be unleashed in the ruins that have held him for centuries. 🥾

The Siren’s Song, a mixture between Lurker and Man, a horrid spell cast upon a traveller who visited Solstheim. Yet another attempt by Miraak to end the dragonborne’s life, he now wails a cursed sea song. 🏄‍♂️

Many more lie in wait…whether you make them friend or foe, is your choice.

WEREJOE 🥖🐺

Ever since being bitten, Joe has been eating more meat. Too afraid to eat it raw, he tries to incorporate every meal he makes with cooked meat in order to quell the extreme hunger for it.

Joe howls at the moon, even when it doesn’t trigger his transformation. It has woken up MANY of his neighbors, and has even resulted in some noise complaints. Joe has answered his door only to be requested to calm his dog down, and have to painfully explain that he does not have a dog.

WereJoe!’s fur is supernaturally soft for a lycanthropes. It feels like a well-taken care of dog’s fur.

If WereJoe gets wet in the times he has shifted, he will smell like wet dog. It’s guaranteed.

Werejoe’s bites can turn another person into a werewolf. He makes absolutely sure to stay away from anyone he can when he shifts, especially his friends.

Joe always wakes up exhausted after full moons, not even coffee can keep him awake.

That’s all I got for now! Thanks so much for the ask Fan-Mans!! 💃✨

[alcoholmaenad]

Saint George - Svätý Juraj

The feast of Saint George in Slovakia is traditionaly understood as the crossroad between winter and summer. It is connected with opening of the fields, growth of grass and other plant, summer but also with the activity of witches - bosorky.

The eve before was devoted to many protective rituals such as bonfires ( Jurské ohne), making noise with whips and in some places walking around the village with steel (ocelovanie, more common on Saint Thomas), making crosses on barns with axle greese. All of these rituals were done to protect fields, people, cattle and village from the evil doing of witches.

But this eve was also great time for love magic and divination. Young girl, who would sing "Jurské piesne" since the day after Easter, would make wreaths from 9 different trees: vaz, hrab, klen, lieska, bez, šíp, tŕn, dub, svib ( elm, horn beam, maple, hazel, elder, rose, sloe, oak, dogwood). Sometimes it was made from different herbs but they also had to be nine.

Then they would throw the wreaths on a fruit tree most often on a apple tree and say spells adressed to Saint George:

Jur, jur, svätý Jur

Daj mi muža

Ako ruža

Ak mi muža nedáš

Roboty si pridáš

A o rok ma tu opäť máš

Translation: George, George, Saint George; give a man/husband; Like a rose; If you don't give him; You'll give yourself more work; And I'll be here next year.

This day is also about fertility of land so young tall girls would roll on fields so rye would grow as tall as them, the day after, on Saint Mark was the day for procession around the fields and blessing of winter crops.

Special attention was on snakes mainly before Saint George, it was said that coin with which you beheaded a snake would always stay with you (alway have money) and even bring more money to you. If you made a soup from snake you would understand animal language. A snake couldn't bite a person because the Earth would accept him in the fall. Snakes appear on Juraj.

Leg from a dryed frog would bring good luck and if a girl touched her "dear one" with it she could be sure they would marry. Ofc the leg had to be harvested before Juraj.

There are many more superstions and traditions connected with the day of Saint George, these are just some of them.

[splendentmoon]

So this is an idea for expanding the ShadowJadePeach family from four kids to six using two monkey characters you haven’t used yet, Brother and Sister from the Wukong origin sets, with variants for their designs and powers depending on if their four older siblings were hatched from stone or born naturally.

(I know these two are meant to represent the little monkeys in the set, but they still feel distinct enough to be their own characters)

Brother’s name would be Luzhen, personality wise he’s a near carbon copy of Wukong, though unlike Wukong he’s much more level headed and is a skilled strategist and schemer (much to Wukong’s chagrin, Macaque’s pride, and Nüwa’s amusement), he’s extremely protective of his family and will often take great pleasure in taking revenge on anyone who hurts and/or insults them, despite this he’s a great admirer of Guanyin and tries to follow her teachings especially in regards to showing mercy, his closest sibling bonds are with Sister, Rumble and MK, his stone fruit of choice is blackberries.

Sister’s name would be Yuebei Xing, personality wise she’s the meekest of her siblings, often keeping to herself to the point where strangers assume she’s mute, she’s the least likely to start a fight and will always try to find a peaceful solution (so much so that Wukong often jokes that she was a Buddhist Nun in her past life), despite this she’s the quickest to anger when her family is in trouble or being disrespected, and after one particular incident when she was a little cub the three realms gave her the epithet “God killer” which she’s very embarrassed about, her closest sibling bonds are with Luzhen, Savage and Bai He, her stone fruit of choice is raspberries.

In AUs where the monkey siblings were born naturally Macaque would have given birth to Bai He, Rumble and Savage, while Nüwa would have given birth to MK, Luzhen and Yuebei Xing.

(It’s the same in canon compliment AUs where Nüwa creates MK and Macaque adopts Bai He)

And in AUs where the elder four were hatched from stone Macaque would have given birth to Luzhen and Nüwa would have given birth to Yuebei Xing.

Design and Powers:

In natural birth AUs both siblings would have Wukong’s copper fur and cream skin, gold colored face masks with Luzhen’s being in the shape of a round winged butterfly and Yuebei Xing’s being two large circles over her eyes (for reference see Rinrin from Saiyūki 1960), Jade eyes with mint green pupils, retractable fangs, and a green snake tail in place of their monkey tail (Yuebei Xing is self conscious about her tail feeling it makes her look unusual, while Luzhen is prideful of his tail due to it being ten times stronger than a normal monkey tail).

In terms of powers the siblings have Wukong’s lazer eyes, invincibility, super strength and speed, cloud surfing, 72 transformations, magic, healing, venomous bite, and Nüwa’s creation abilities.

In stone birth AU’s Yuebei Xing would have the same design and powers as in natural birth AUs.

While Luzhen would have Wukong’s copper fur, Macaque’s tan skin, a red face mask in the shape of a spike winged butterfly, Amethyst eyes with lavender pupils, and Macaque’s six ears (he’s envious of Yuebei Xing’s snake tail and will sometimes shape shift a purple snake tail in place of his normal one).

In terms of powers Luzhen would have Macaque’s mystic hearing, Wukong’ lazer eyes, invincibility, super strength and speed, 72 transformations, cloud surfing, magic, and Macaque’s shadow powers (portals, weapons, clones, and phasing (the ability to hide in someone’s shadow and go through walls using shadows)).

If you wanted to use these characters in Shadowpeach AUs:

Both siblings would have copper fur and light tan skin, Luzhen would have Amethyst eyes with lavender pupils, a red face mask in the shape of a round winged butterfly, and six ears, while Yuebei Xing would have gold eyes with yellow pupils, a peach pink face mask in the shape of two large circles over her eyes, and only two ears.

And their powers would be a mix and match of Wukong and Macaque’s abilities.

I'll be honest with you.

I didn't understand.

I only understood about making the two sets of brother and sister be children of the monkeys and nuwa.

After that, I was lost.

Although if I did make them I think they would both be more like Nuwa(Since in their other children there are more traits of the fathers than the mother).

But I don't think I would make them.

One, I didn't understand your idea well (first separate your ideas well because I give up on understanding).

Two, in which story would you put them? And I made an au with Savage and Rumble and my brain is going to shit.

Three, I doubt very much that shadowjadepeach wants two more kids, they already have enough to do.

Fourth, I'm too lazy to think about more characters, I already have problems writing the stories and thinking about what to put in to have to think about two other characters that I didn't even know existed!

So no, I'm sorry but no, at least wait for me to organize myself before giving me ideas.

I feel like my brain is exploding.

It's a no for maintaining my mental health.

[laugtherhyena]

Ocean kingdom

The mighty and mysterious Ocean kingdom is one of the most unique kingdoms in the whole world, due to being formed in an island far away from any other land, the ocean folk firmly believed they were the only ones in this world for a very long time. The kingdom who was initially habited only by mermaids developed at a fast pace and soon enough the rulers feared they would run out if space to build more structures, this led to the kingdom going on a huge expansion period, marked by their crusades to the mainland and exploration of the ocean depths underneath their island.

The mermaids who came to land were shocked to see it had its own habitats with their own set kingdoms and systems, their plans on taking over and colonizing the land quickly faded as the troops realized they would easily be outnumbered by the native species. These troops set up camp on the shore and waited for orders of their captain back on the Ocean kingdom, orders which they never got, as the crusades were deemed worthless and the kingdom abandoned their troops on land so they could focus on the discovery of an enormous power crystal formation on the depths of the ocean by te expedition teams.

The abundance and large side of those power crystals were of huge aid on the kingdom's development and it was on those they discovered that continuous exposition to the crystals on the depths led mermaids to transform into creatures now known as sea serpents. Since their expansion on land didn't work the Ocean fold set on building large raft-like structures as extensions of their kingdom to serve as more areas for people to live in, these structures known as provinces are stuck in place by enormous anchors that reach the ocean floor.

Nowadays, although connections to the land were made, the kingdom is still incredibly mysterious to the land kingdoms, as they're not only isolated by the ocean but immigration from land to ocean kingdom is strictly prohibited. With no land creature being allowed to sail to their territory, only Ocean folk carefully picked by the monarchy are allowed to set sail to land and work on delivering and reviving traded goods from the land kingdoms.

The Ocean's most well known practice is the Sea serpent program. Organized by the government, any child from ages 2 to 12 that resides in any of the provinces can be taken away from their homes by a specific guard division known as "Takers" and sent to Roaring depths, a town on the bottom of the ocean habited by sea serpents. There the children's ties to their birth parents will be severed and they will be assigned a "Caretaker" which is an elder serpent that will be tasked with training this child into becoming one of them.

The process of becoming a sea serpent itself is very unpleasant for the person as the power crystals concentration on the depths is way higher than the safe amount used in the transition of other ascended ones, this leads to a long and painful transition process which is made worse by the harsh fighting and survival training the apprentices have to partake in every single day. Many of the apprentices don't make it to adulthood and the ones who do tend to have many injuries and scarring on their bodies.

Being the kingdom's ascended ones, sea serpents are notably very strong, they have scales growing up their limbs alongside sharp teeth, horns and a long tail. Their most notable characteristic is shapeshifting into a snake form which is absolutely enormous in size due to how overexposed they are to the power crystals, these serpents can swim very fast and their bite force can destroy entire ships. They have patterns on their scales which tend to be broken up due to their transformation process.

Despite being set as the Ocean kingdoms protectors, sea serpents are feared by the vast majority of the population in their own kingdom, due to being seen as terrifying mindless beasts that only know how to kill and are inherently dangerous. The Ocean kingdom as a whole focuses a lot on appearances, as certain mermaid types tend to have less opportunities in life and be isolated by their peers due to being seen as ugly or freaky. It's also riddled with poverty as it's incredibly hard to go up social classes in the Ocean, with most middle class and poor citizens living in the four provinces.

The Ocean's magic system is known as Night magic and is taught only at the Tower of night magic by their first and only Master of magic. Night magic is heavily connected to the vast seas that surround the kingdom, in combat based Night magic it's users can manipulate the flow of water nearby and use it to fight and defend themselves, while Ilusion based Night magic lends its user the power to create Illusions that vary in scale and power depending on the user's proficiency. Despite being the kingdom most heavily tied to magic, only the monarchy and the most wealthy citizens have the means to enroll in the master's school to learn Night magic.

The Ocean kingdom's current ruler is Larin Ula and their Master of magic is Angela Antonov

Passing of the throne

Being a very traditionalist kingdom living under what's essentially a dictatorial regime, the rulers of the Ocean kingdom have always been part of the Ula family's bloodline. The throne is passed from father to oldest child and when it comes time to get a partner, a selection of members of the kingdom's high society will be called to meet the future ruler and perhaps get chosen to become their wife/husband in the future. This method of choosing their rulers essentially prevents habitants from lower social classes from ever getting close to the throne.

There have been no recorded instances of a future ruler faliny in love with someone outside that choosing pool. But if a heir were ever to marry someone outside of the choosing pool this person, and future offsprings, would lose their rights as a member of the royal family, making it so that the future ruler will be someone else from the royal family.

Towns and important locations

-Shining reef

Huge town that occupies basically the entre portion of the kingdom that's on land, a beautiful city that gets more and more luxurious the closest you get to the castle. It's occupied pretty muc entirely of upper middle class citizens and upwards, it's also known as the only town in kingdom that's out of the taker's reach by law, leading to it becoming the most desirable place ro live in the whole kingdom.

-Tower of night magic

Building almost as old as the Ocean Kingdom itself, build as a request by the kingdom's first snd only Night magic master; Angela Antonov, serving as her home and a place where she can watch over the entire kingdom. On ground level, there's a school set around the tower where only the most gifted kids can enroll to learn Night magic from the Master herself.

-Main and secondary harbors

Areas used to transport traded and bought goods from the land kingdoms. No outsider ships are allowed to enter the Ocean kingdom, if they buy anything from land a ship from the kingdom itself will go there to recive the goods instead of having it delivered to them. To distinguish them from outside ships, the ocean kingdom ships are given a handmade golden badge on the bottom of it, sea serpents are instructed to look for these badges and attack and any all ships that enter the territory that don't possess them.

While working on shipments is one of the better jobs out there for anyone who isn't terribly rich, its a role highly monitored by the government to avoid people smuggling unauthorized goods or citizens or possible leakage of information the ruler doesn't want the other kingdoms to know about. Workers are hand picked by the general herself; Eleonore Ashford, and if they're evenr found as going again the kingdom's rules they may receive a lifetime in jail.

-Notheast, Southeast, Southwest and Northwest provinces

Couple of towns that make up the majority of the kingdom's territory, however, these towns are not very well taken care of by the government or the royal family due to being inhabited mainly by middle to lower class citizens. They were build over giant reinforced wooden rafts and have a mostly verical look to it, with many houses and stores build on top of one another with a not so great structure to them. Whenever the kingdom is under heavy rainstorm or strong tide movements, it's not uncommon to hear of accidents where buildings in these provinces ended up collapsing.

All of the four provinces are considered the taker's territory, they're allowed to take any children from under the age of ten that lives in these areas to be separated from their families and put in the sea serpent program. Many families have taught their children to look out for the Takers and hide from them if they're ever seen roaming around.

-Roaring depths (not shown in map)

Underwater town located beneath the Ocean kingdom's island, it's set in many underwater caves on the bottom of the ocean and fully inhabited by sea serpents. Its where they're send to live and train after being taken away from their families and forceful enrolled in the sea serpent program.

[carnie-calorie-counter]

My birthday is December sixth and I'm not entirely new to being twenty-one, I will say for what it's worth that I feel so lost...

The stage I grew up in was the stage of technical change, social change and unveiling. Unveiling lies mostly... See there's nothing I can really do as one person to change anything that's going bad in my country. But sometimes I wish I could.

I remember the first IPod. I remember the first blackberry. Phones on walls. I remember the first computer in school, the first computer lab in Elementary school. I remember MySpace drama, when FoxNews was sort of reliable. When people believed the news. I remember seeing bodies on the news uncensored at one point too.

I'm not sure what really messed me up more, to watch the world change around me or to watch every lie be decapitated in such a way that there would be no going back to believeing them. There's no going back to believeing every police officer is brave and wants to help anyone. There's no going back to thinking Natives had Thanksgiving with the Pilgrims. There's no going back to thinking all celebrities care and did every bit of their lives to make ours better.

There's no going back.

But I'm not sure if that hurts more than the fact I had to become aware of all of this on my own. None of my elders wanted to teach me anything. No one wanted to make time for me.

I'm not sure if being lied to hurts more than knowing my dad and mom weren't together. That the foster system failed me and put me back with my drunken drugged up father. Who even admitted to it all on the stand, admitted he wasn't fit.

I'm not sure if it hurts more that my dad's friends, who got more drunk that him, would apologize for burning me with their cigarettes on accident but my dad wouldn't.

I'm not sure what hurts anymore. Maybe it's everything that hurts a lot more.

I remember fireflies. I remember beetles, I remember tree stumps and coyotes and everything that didn't matter. And I miss it so much.

I guess playing in ponds full of snakes was fine, I guess fishing was fun. I guess it all was alright.

Sometimes I don't feel like I lived it all appropriately though. That I could have done more as a kid, made it all worth it.

And I'm getting more aware of how little time I have left.

See, my life is slowly falling apart and I know for sure it's my own fault. I lash out at people, because in my grief I am so angry. And for everything my father did I would rather die than open up to my friends for real, I would rather push and bite and have everyone flee than seem weak.

But the truth is I am weak.

And I don't have long left of my life anyway, since I am gonna pass on my birthday.

I have about one hundred sixty or so days to either clean up my life and be able to live, to make myself see I'm worth being a part of reality. Or to decide to stop holding everyone back, to stop being the smoldering issue in the back of everyone's heads.

You can do a lot in a hundred sixty days. So I feel like it's ample enough time.

I mean I did a massive step so far, I got a job. It's part time but it's something.

I'm just tired of feeling like I'm my father. Tired of feeling like I'm a repeat of history. That I'm ugly, undesirable. Too much yet too little. Or even, just not human enough to fit in.

If you read this, please don't report it. I'll keep you updated on the hundred sixty days, how it all goes. But if but the time December sixth rolls around and you don't hear from me, I'm sorry.

It means I didn't do enough to qualify having a purpose and use.

[rjalker]

Hm. Okay well I dreamed many things, not a lot of them made sense but one part that I do remember clearly is that I was trying to take pictures of this snake that was swimming and for some fucking reason and I don't think I need to explain that this was not a lucid dream, for some reason I decided to pick up the snake and just hold it against my arm to take a picture of it. So obviously it bit me on the arm. I don't even think I actually took a picture. And then the bite didn't actually hurt right away it only started hurting like several hours later and then it hurt a shit ton and was really annoying and just formed this really weird shaped scar thing I don't know.

And then at another point I was playing like I guess this was a continuation of that dream or Kingdom Hearts was randomly made public domain so everybody started making Kingdom Hearts games, but I was playing as Aqua but in this game she had three different forms one was magic, one was about and arrows, and the other was like a lance or something. And then there was some giant old guy who wasn't actually giant I guess everybody else who came to this world just got shrunk and he was singing The Hymn of the Fayth but he was adding extra sounds and actual words to it. And he had a bunch of pet cats or something and the cats were trying to eat aqua until she like used a spell to make them not eat her and then she was going around helping this guy with his garden because she had she could use Cure on the soil to fix the soil that had like no nutrients because it was from an alien planet or something.

And then I was taking apart some sign to move it to take pictures with it and you were allowed to do this but a bunch of people got really angry with me and chased me away and then they were going to try and follow me home but I somehow spawned a horse out of nowhere so I was riding on Horseback and the whole city just turned into a bunch of skyscrapers so we went sprinting up these stairs up into a skyscraper apparently because of my practice of riding mounted in the Elder Scrolls Online then this person somehow managed to keep up with me on horseback even though they were on foot and then there was a giant bear running loose in the hotel thing and I have no idea what was happening. Me the person who followed me in some random like I don't know what the employees at a hotel are called we started arguing about like some tickets of some kind I don't know.

[kurt-wagner-official]

Post #67: UXM issue 198

"Once upon a time there was a woman who could fly" is the line that opens both Lifedeath stories. In the first one, it was the narrator telling us, but here, it's Ororo talking about herself. You can view this as her taking back control of her narrative, but also as distancing herself from the person she was. She's wandering through a sandstorm with a concussion and a cracked skull from the bullet that hit her. She begs the wind to leave her be, and when it does, she thinks her powers have returned and leaps into the air. But then she hits the ground and realizes it was just a hallucination, and the storm is worse than ever. She has another vision of Forge, who's come to save her, but she rejects it and runs off. She trips over a pit viper, which she helpfully tells the audience is a deadly snake with no antidote, and is bitten before crawling into a cave to die. She has another hallucination, this one of the X-Men telling her they love her. She says that their love destroyed her the same way Forge did, by taking her from her home. She apologizes to Jean for not saving her, but Jean says she lived and died by her own will and wouldn't wish it any other day. Logan offers to put her out of her misery, and she says she's not afraid to keep living, she just wants to let it end. But Xavier tells her she's always been afraid, ever since she first left Kenya to join the X-Men. The hallucinations vanish, and Ororo begs her friends to come back to her. She realizes the snake bite was another hallucination, and crawls out of the cave. She finds the snake again, but this time she doesn't freak out, letting it peacefully crawl over her the way she used to let the wind wash over her. She finds a crashed car with one survivor, a pregnant woman named Shani. Shani left her village to try to find adventure in the outside world, but now she wants to go home and find the connection to her society that she lost when she left and wants to regain for her child's sake. Ororo reflects on her own journey, similar but opposite. She always had a connection to nature, but she realizes now that part of why she embraced that connection so much is so she wouldn't have to deal with her own internal emotions. She was a goddess, a part of the elements, not a human who could be hurt. Being an X-Man made her realize that wasn't true, first by giving her a human family and connection and then by taking away her power. She and Shani finally reach her village, which to both their shock has been all but destroyed in recent years by over farming from foreigners who have since abandoned their machines here. Shani enters labor, but something is wrong. Ororo says she needs a hospital, but they have no vehicles, so she acts as midwife while the other villagers do a traditional dance as a prayer to their gods. The baby dies in birth, but Ororo does CPR and saves him. The whole village celebrates, but there's an air of sadness as the oldest elder, Mjnari, leaves for a nearby hilltop. Ororo follows, and he tells her that they barely have enough food, and for the baby to survive he has to kill himself to make room. He tells Ororo the story of the abandoned farming machines; years ago, outsiders came and offered their machines to bring prosperity to the region. But the ecosystem couldn't handle it long-term, and eventually the outsiders abandoned their attempts and left the villagers with barely any usable farmland. Mjnari tells Ororo that his death will maintain the careful balance of their land, and by maintaining that balance they can eventually restore the balance of nature. He dies peacefully, but she still hears his voice, giving her the answers she's been seeking. She couldn't come here to find her old self, because the old cannot stay the same. It must give way to the new, both in her soul, and in the lives of this village, and in the whole world. The technology that was brought to farm this land isn't inherently evil, it was just used by greedy people seeking progress and traditional people who didn't know how to properly use it. In order for balance to be maintained, there must be a synthesis of the old and new, someone with the wisdom of tradition and the willingness to explore new things. Ororo realizes that she is that synthesis, a bridge between the old and new worlds and between mutants and humans. She opens her arms and embraces the winds, finally finding what she told Forge she would discover- a new way to fly. Ororo has been tortured by the question of who she is. Is her home Kenya or the X-Men? Is she the goddess or the thief, the life-bringer or the fighter? The truth is that she's all of it. She thought her quest was taking her home to find her roots. She's been having visions of her mother and of a great mountain range for her to find and climb. But here, far from the X-Men and far from her home in Kenya, she found a place where two worlds collided and left devastation. But through that devastation came wisdom and hope, and Ororo sees now that she is the collision of worlds. She didn't have to make it home because the whole world is her home, and she is the sum of all her conflicting sides and more. She didn't need to complete some grand quest, she had to find someone else's quest and realize that it's all the same. She's found a connection to the world that's different but greater than the one she felt through her powers. Ororo thought she was on a quest to rediscover who she was without the X-Men, but she learned that she's never without the X-Men, or without anyone else. Analyzing these developments just from a character point of view, it's a beautiful capstone to the last few years of Ororo's arc that also sets up years of stories to come. The problems come in when you look at this from the angle of the race metaphors and realize that this was very clearly written by a white man. A couple years ago, I read an article series by Osvaldo Oyola called "Imperfect Storm" that analyzed Ororo's place in Marvel history as one of its first major African characters. Two of the articles were about the two Lifedeath stories, both their triumphs and their shortcomings as metaphors for racial identity. I thought about rereading them, but I decided to wait until I had read both Lifedeaths cause I wanted to come up with my own interpretations first. I just revisited them, and looking back I'm very glad I waited, because it made me look closer at those parts of the first Lifedeath. But I didn't really come up with anything that I hadn't read about years before, and there was plenty that I didn't touch on, so this time rather than try to come up with a new way to put things that somebody else wrote I'm just gonna recommend people look up those articles if they're interested in that part of this story and its themes. Like I said last time, I think it's important to try to analyze stories you can't relate to, but I think it's even more important to read analysis from people who can relate to them so you can be more educated on those topics. Before I wrap this one up, I should mention Barry Windsor-Smith. He's back as artist after the first Lifedeath, and he was great in that issue, but blows his previous work away in this one. The visuals in this issue, especially the weather and the sky, help tell the story in ways that I can't really describe in words, which I guess is the point. There was actually a planned Lifedeath III, in which Ororo would have returned to the village in Kenya where she was living before Xavier came, but it never ended up happening, and as far as I can recall Ororo doesn't ever return to that home during Claremont's run. I know she does later, but I think it would have been interesting to see that story from the same creative team of Lifedeath. Regardless of what did or didn't come later, this was a fantastic, and flawed, issue, and gives Ororo the answer to a question she's been asking since just a few issues into Claremont's run.