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IâM SORRY, âTHEYâ HAVE A NAME NOW???????
#HELLO??????????#IS ANYONE TALKING ABOUT THIS????#Iâm watching a vid about the new update rn and They might be named Tenebrau?????#which is Latin for darkness#Iâm going fucking feral. this is the lore Iâve been waiting for for years dude#delete later#<maybe#speaklax#tenebrau dst#dst
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- Gladiolus Harry -
[Gladiolus; strength, faithfulness, moral integrity, remembrance]
On his chest pinned a Malfoy family crest which was given to serve as a best wish charm to his long journey, to ensure heâll safely return to the warm embrace of his love one
#hpdm#drarry#harry potter#draco malfoy#gladiolus#harry being a medieval demon hunter#this is actually inspired by evitative#i wanted to draw dark art harry#but he turned out to be some kind of van helsing#still hot tho#on his chest is Malfoy crest btw#the latin on it says âSemper fidelisâ#which mean âalways faithful#like a love and best wish he received from his draco#srry i cant help relate everything to drarry#no actually Iâm not really srry đ.
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memory, death and life as komerex zha, the perpetual game; klingon culture as depicted in the final reflection, by john m. ford
#star trek#web weaving#klingons#im normal about this. i swear.#please read the final reflection. 99 cents on kindle right now. i read it in one sitting very fun very entertaining very insightful#and spocks in it. if you even care#is that last quote not soo sarek coded. 'im gonna destroy you in this game son. every time until you learn not to lose so badly#but you will still lose. <3'#house gensa forever house rustazh foreverrr#klingonaase my darling i love you you're sooo latin coded#i really liked the singing and the idea of like gestures vaguely house gensa being three hundred kids with no formal houses or lines#to belong to. <- and so you will all be together. yayy new family!#i also liked the acknowledgment of like. other cultures existing on klinzhai (qo'nos) vulcans and orions living with klingons and such#this book really had it all im not done posting. theres more songs and looks at their food; daily life; clothing and how they decorate#houses. more examples of klingonaase lol of course cuss words and such. they also talk about battle language which if i'm not mistaken is#like clipped tlhIngan?#but they call it battle language and translate it for the reader. fun!#and of course the klingons end up on earth so theres insights on how they feel about coffee and human food. apparently the air on earth is#very thin and dry to them; every scene where they talk about klingon comfort standards they mention making it dark and humid and hot.#red lights and such! for inside#and they say the thin air on earth makes it hard to hear for klingons! i thought that was very cool#nobody:#me: they like salt water baths and dark ale and they wear silk and they eat pastries with butter. if you even care.#they mention human chair designs being uncomfortable for klingon anatomy too; there was a description i remember of house khemara#having cushions on the ground around a fireplace instead of chairs#its such a pretty description too; they have high ceilings and wooden beams along the roof and and sky lights for an indoor garden#iron railings for the staircases. mwah i love this book i really recommend it#theres something (gestures) here that reminds me very strongly of worf but i cant put my finger on it to be honest with you. not even like#the komerex zha specifically either like the vibes of the whole book.....
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North: we've really got to stop meeting like this Scotland: maybe we would if you stopped breAKING INTO MY HOUSE
@winterwrites23
#hetalia#SoT#incorrect quotes#outlander AU#SoT incorrect quotes#hws northern ireland#hws scotland#etymology is fun so here we have the meaning of callum's name#'callum' is a scottish gaelic variant of the latin name 'columba' which means dove#'dougall' however is the anglicized version of the gaelic 'dubhghall' or 'dĂşbgall'#which is a combination of 'dubh' (dark) and 'gall' (stranger#so that was todays etymology lesson :D
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book rambling don't mind me
the book kept saying anharion was his title... so was that also his name? did his name become a title when the Betrayal happened? does "anharion" translate to Betrayer or is that just what he's known as? was it a mistranslation from the old language? edit: I just reread the part where sarcean said he used to be called something else and now I feel like that's going to give away the whole ~is he the sun prince~ thing
I've seen some theories about the Collar and to what extent it actually controls james and like. as much as it would be less big and exciting to see it this way... what if the Collar is mostly symbolic? bc sarcean can talk people into doing what he wants anyway and james was obviously not immune to the charm (it's magnified for him even) well before will knew anything about himself or his powers so what if the collar was just a way to show other people that anharion belonged to him? but GOD if this moral stronghold of not wanting to manipulate james into kissing him and wanting him to do it of his own free will stops these boys from having a lil smooch for the majority of the third book I will Die
I've also seen people try to draw lines between will/sarcean and james/anharion as far as their past/present personalities and the consensus seems to be that will has a more clear line between himself and sarcean but I saw someone say it was more like intrusive thoughts and I think that's fascinating, also that will is seeing james and not anharion the betrayer when he looks at james but james in every sense is this cocky little asshole (affectionate) who flirts and uses his powers to take advantage of people while anharion in the past wasn't like that sooooo I think will isn't Seeing james as who he is I think he's seeing anharion for who he used to be before he turned against sarcean. which is so interesting when you think about will saying people shouldn't be judged by what they've done but what they can do
the tangled web of who hates who is so messy but I trust violet to, if not outright take will's side, then to convince the others to let him go like banish him or whatever instead of killing him right away (even if james's powers would physically protect him from that I just need violet to believe in him)
I'm still thinking about little 6 year old will setting a rich fucker's clothes on fire bc he laid his hands on a woman who was nice to him, how violet saved his life and he's spent every day after that trying to return the favor including using a newfound power he doesn't know how to control yet to set her free from a cage in another country
can't wait to see how the narratives shift when we get other perspectives on what the past was really like bc from what I can tell sarcean and the lady weren't really In Love they just had a fling one time
on that note I thought will was switched out for the girls somehow when they were kids but elizabeth was told her mother had a son before her and she believes that son is will, which would mean will is both blood of the lady and the dark king, which brings to question who his dad is bc they said it wasn't simon but I don't think his birth was a virgin mary situation, also I know sarcean got around but are will and simon's family related any closer than one ancestor thousands of years ago? is sinclair will's father?
I don't think tom and violet will fight to the death, tom may die in another way tho
what's the fourth kingdom and how does that pay into this? bc the first gate was in england the second was underwater somewhere and the third is in italy so the fourth...? on that note there must be more stewards alive who weren't in the hall when it was torn through, people who either left that life behind, or like cyprian at the beginning who didn't drink from the cup but still follow the lifestyle, or maybe like small covens of stewards who never went to the hall bc they found their own communities elsewhere idk it's just very eurocentric to think everyone from everywhere would meet up in this one place when the whole rest of the world exists
will needs some alone time after all this someone give him a safe place to rest and a hot drink
phillip and visander... and the unicorn....... love triangle of the ages... (I wonder if visander will find his way back into a man's body somehow or if he's stuck looking like katherine forever lol) (realistically. I don't think this man fucked his horse. but. metaphorically? metaphysically? whatever they had was probably as erotically charged as that magic scene right?)
#dark rise#dark heir#def some spoilers in here#got two friends now who have said they need to read these books#side note i read it not listened to it. how do you pronounce sarcean? bc in my head i've been saying sar-cean like the second half of ocean#which feels like a very irish way to pronounce it but if the name is rooted in latin it would probs have 3 syllables? sar-say-Én?
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I'm still conflicted on if i want the setting of Lovestitch to be a continent and islands on a larger world or for the traversable area to be the whole world. I could do both given the premise but I'd like to choose ahead of time
Either way I'm in love with the cadence of "The Canvas of Noxlyte" and no matter what i choose that's what the setting will be called, "Noxlyte" for short.
#it mixes a bit of Latin with English to essentially mean Nightlight#which is good for a game that's all about dreams#but on TOP of that#it's actually a bravely reference#the first two games take place in Luxendarc#which is pretty clearly Lux and Dark#and that's Latin and English for Light and Dark#literally i swapped the two around#made the dark into night#then made it Latin#and removed the and#I'm very very happy with this X3#Lovestitch
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Woe, Homestuck be upon ye
Anaric probably would never but theyre Heart bound so also probably would for the fun of it
sorry for the wait, Pie
meet Malumi, or as he's known as a human, Mikhali. I don't have much info on him in my brain other than he's trans, asocial, has a short temper like Jack, and is a natural born entertainer. but he MUCH prefers being alone. if he ever uses his talent, it's to return to isolation as quickly as possible. he's a knight of doom
Jack himself would be a violet blood according to his birthday, but I think burgundy fits him better. troll genetics are confusing though I'm ngl. I don't think (at least according to my research) that the "child" of two trolls has to be in the same caste as the parents? but yuh.
#ask#doodle#doodles#oc: jack#modern jack#homestuck#comrade gang#cotton candy tag#cotton candy anaric#tenebo comes from tenebrous which is latin for darkness#malumi comes from malum which is latin for doom#im so creative i know applaud me /j
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sometimes i get self conscious about using a different pseudonym here than my other blogs but frankly if authors are allowed to do it to make different spaces and create a boundary between their usual work and their "other" work i think i get a pass
#i did it exactly for that reason lol#like heaven forbid i get cancelled for g.aius being a villain like. hopefully the space is there#i didn't want people to think i Couldn't write dark content because of my usual branding/writing style/etc etc#so. hence the different name#but also the alias made itself#â
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Ł loci phantasma ( ooc. )#<- was trying to make an o.oc tag that was like. behind the mirror/behind the helmet. i farted around and ended up with what i have#which ended up translating to 'the ghost of this place' which is SO COOL so. thanks latin
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can i be borderline controversial and say that i do think there's a correlation between the love and adoration for the other kings, Leviathan's brutal honesty about grey-morality and involvement in war when you know him as Leviathan, and his lack of worshipers here under that name. the controversial part being that the other kings seem way more into propaganda flourishing and part of why i say that is because ive known both of them and they fucking do that oops hashtag UPG (PVG) spilled outta my pockets there
ie its always people who work for the other kings i see so caught up in how loving and pure the kings and ''demons'' are, and you COULD say that's just because Lev doesn't have many worshipers under that name but I think its more so because when you know "Leviathan" uhhhhh. like you could say lack of lev worshipers = lack of lev propaganda but i think its more so lev isnt going to pretend to be a beautiful siren man in a suit who tells you he loves you so so much even tho he just met you two seconds ago
#there's many factors IMO why we dont see many Leviathan worshipers so much as Shaivites and (insert other names here)#one of which is this but another big factor is. he. doesnt like Chrxstianity in the way that his brothers do lmfao he has other#ways of worshiping him and other labels that arent ''demon'' or occult and reverse-cxtholic aesthetics including latin and#priesthood and whatnot. i love that shit bc travelling to another country to grow up from age 10 and being exposed to the beauty#of cxtholic architecture and worship and aesthetics was cool af it was really like. i love this expression of devotion i love all human#devotion and i love gold and i love SUFFERING lmfao so. im always like oooo aesthetics and hes like. ah. hmm. no thanks#which is NOT to say thats all demonolatry is and IS to say he much prefers in my experience other ways of worshiping him#milk honey and ghee for one fucking example lmfao. flowers thrown into the ocean. blessing horses. traversing the wilderness. storm#chasing. I GUESS THERES A REASON HIS BIG NAMES are Shiva(/Rudra)/Poseidon/Tengri/etc and not Leviathan#as he was saying to me he's... he's not a god found in churches hes overhead at all times at least partially. hes in our dna. hes in the#trees surrounding our towns hes the deer and the wolves and the wild playfulness vs efficient machinery of horses. the rivers and the ocean#the clouds. mathematics. actual machines. i think trying to tie him into like... latin and chrxstian inspired rites and the word ''demon''.#ive said it before. If you catch him in a certain mood he does actually enjoy roleplaying the ''demon'' persona and the antithesis and#undoing of chrxstianity but. hes. not what he is not. listen he LOVES spooking people and if youre spooked by demons... he loves being#intimidating if you want a big tough king that also understands your deep and dark sides and who is intelligent and gentle but Dark#yeah im sure he'll be Leviathan for you but its like. idk. OH THIS IS. THIS IS THE SECOND REASON. THE POST IS ABOUT THE FIRST#THAT I LISTED LMFAOOOOOO#sorry im so in love w him atm let me talk about him please#ramblings //
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planning classes has me going "hehehe *kicking my feet*" but i know as soon as i actually have to attend those classes my brain is going to be like "đđđ"
#damien.txt#having a revival of a very specific academic fascination bc my brain decided that rereading if we were villains is a good idea#which is like. one of the main driving forces behind my interest in history & english#and now im like................. hehe shakespeare#to be fair. the plan was always to take shakespeare next semester. the plan has been to take the shakespeare class since i started undergra#because quite literally i have been interested in shakespeare since i was 11 so. this is a long term interest#but now my brain is like hehe...... what if....... shakespeare ma#BITCH. where did this come from. hello????#first of all. do you know how many shakespeare ma programs exist in the world? like 4.#second. brain what. where is this coming from#and now it's trying to convince me of stupid things like 'you should try and learn latin again'#in what WORLD have i ever enjoyed learning latin (<- i have literally studied latin 3 seperate times in my life)#the answer is never. i have never enjoyed it. and i have hardly retained any of it#but ohhhhh boy the urge.... The Urges....#this specific mood always comes up whenever i get back into dark academia stuff again bc i am predictable and not unique#and i always get back into dark academia when it starts to get cold outside bc it's like something awakens within me#that goes 'oh right. we like academia. also the aesthetic hits' and i go FUCK. YOU'RE RIGHT.#but also here i am. writing this tumblr text post instead of doing my actual academics. so. it's all fake anyways#oh! but im very hype abt this shakespeare class actually#bc i think we might have a performance project.... which probably im going to dread when i actually have to do it#but <3<3<3<3<3 i love performing shakespeare so much. it's so much fun to me.#said like a true theater kid fr but. truly and honestly i miss doing that the most from theatre. and i didn't even really get to do it much#mostly just when i got to pick monologues out to do in class in between performances and stuff like that#so. i am a little bit hype. to do that. hopefully it is actually fun and not a complete drag#okay okay im done ranting
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I have finished Imperium by Robbert Harris!
Despite the Latin Trauma⢠it was a really enjoyable read and I often was (unpleasantly) reminded of Ciceros speeches(because I once had to translate those...) which was interesting.
All in all,a really good book about Cicero :D
#lingua latina nescio#there was this Dark Academia trend during Covid which glorified learning ancient languages like Latin#let me tell you how hard I laughed at that#because latin is not learned like french or italian or spanish#you learn how to kill someone and various ways of doing so by age 12#and you do that through tears at midnight#feeling similar to how ciceros opponents must have felt when they had to go against him#you don't know how often I pleaded#yelled#begged#for him to shut up#anyway pretty goid read over all#book#book recommendations#book review#imperium#robbert Harris#godoframbles
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gazes off into the distance. maybe i should work on monster band again...
#my post#the wondrous oc tag#monster band#the lore is stored in the tags#shakes them (my ocs). i dont know what this story is About yet and i need to decide that before i really go anywhere else with it#idk idk i think its about balance#i dont think ive ever explained much about this story. so theres these 2 magical deer that are like. gods i think maybe#and one represents truth and knowledge and light#and the other is lies and secrets and darkness#and the light deer reveals itself to a group of people its decided have proved themselves Curious enough#and basically makes it their mission to. expose every secret. personal or cruel or even like magic shit#and they think 'yippee were doing the right thing :]' bcus the dark deer (which the light deer told them is evil) is getting weaker and the#light deer stronger !! but um as they continue exposing all these local secrets eventually they get caught in the crossfire and a few of em#are like 'wait thissucks actually' but its not until one of em exposes the secrets of the other members of the groups that the others are#like. wait this is fucked up you cant just do that. bro you cant out me to my mom wtf is wrong with you.#and and um that one guy is kinda far gone and practically controlled by the light deer and the others are like 'Hey Maybe These Twin Gods#Were Originally Equal In Power For A Reason'#and now they have to try to fix everything. but yknow you cant just un-tell someones secrets man so idk how they do all that#smiles. idk how to write endings#SMILES and they all even have names#zenith is light deer and nadir is dark deer#the sorta controlled guy is aster james (or just aj idk he goes by both)#and the others are nerris kal and day!!#kals full first name is kalideoscope :] and day's is yesterday :]!!#idk i like sillay names#fun fact i named aj Aster (latin for star) over a year before i added Astronomically named deer representing light and dark#it was his destiny to get possessed by the light deer....
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yet another list of "beautiful" words
to try to include in your next poem/story
Book-bosomed - coined by Sir Walter Scott; means "carrying a book at all times." If you love books, certainly you've been book-bosomed at times in your life.
Caliginous - misty, dark
Dithyramb - a usually short poem in an inspired wild irregular strain. This word comes from the Greek word dithyrambos which was the name for a wild and irregular poem honoring Dionysus, the god of wine, who was often lauded throughout the year during festivals at which poems of this style were read.
Embonpoint - plumpness of person; stoutness
Farinaceous - having a mealy texture or surface
Farouche - marked by shyness and lack of social graces
Florilegium - a volume of writings; an anthology. The word was borrowed into English from a New Latin word that comes from Latin florilegus meaning "culling flowers." Think of a florilegium as a bouquet of writings, specially selected and arranged for your enjoyment.
Goety - black magic or witchcraft in which the assistance of evil spirits is invoked
Lachrymist - one given to weeping
Lamia - a female demon; vampire
Osseous - bony
Phantasmagoria - a bizarre or fantastic combination, collection, or assemblage
Stygian - extremely dark, gloomy, or forbidding
Tenebrous - shut off from the light
Theurgy - the art or technique of compelling or persuading a god or beneficent or supernatural power to do or refrain from doing something
If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!
More: Lists of Beautiful Words â Word Lists
#writing prompt#words#literature#writeblr#spilled ink#poetry#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writing challenge#writing advice#writing reference#writing resources#langblr#studyblr#dark academia#word list#beautiful words
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Grinding whole spices is WORTH the cost and effort
Just wanted to remind folks that if flavor was color, pre-ground spices are pastels, and freshly-ground spices are vibrant fully-saturated jewel tones with an iridescent rainbow sheen.
I am not shilling, I will not link you to a brand or product.
But please, please put it on your future to-do list to acquire a ultra gritty (not smooth ceramic or glazed) spice grinder. Lava rock if you can. The mexican Molcajete works wonderfully. An electric grinder if you must.
Search for a local asian or latin supermarket for cheap whole spices in bulk. Per-Pound, whole spices in a baggie are almost always cheaper than pre-ground bottles.
I am begging you, knees on the ground and tears in my eyes, to please, just once, go buy a tiny amount of good-quality cinnamon bark.
It should be a lovely medium-brown color with a soft orange tint, not nearly black with age. It should look a little soft and crumbly around the cut edges. Look for the flat pieces, which haven't curled into rolls from dryness.
Break a little piece off. Less than the size of your thumbnail. Crush or grind it however you can. Smash it with a hammer, make dust with sandpaper, however you want.
And stick it in your mouth.
A tiny amount of freshly ground cinnamon bark is heady, fruity, sweet, floral, and has a warm spice that breathes down your throat. You can chew on bits of the bark like candy, it's so sweet and good.
Pre-ground cinnamon tastes like bitter dust and betrayal by comparison.
The really old, dry as dust cinnamon sticks that look so dark brown they're nearly black... you can grind those up too, it'll improve the flavor, but it's about three steps behind the fresh stuff. Kingdoms fought wars over fresh cinnamon. Kings traded war prisoners for pounds of cinnamon, and I get it. I understand.
If you can afford it, if you want an earth-shaking treat, please consider: Whole Nutmegs, Good Cinnamon, Whole Cloves, and Whole Peppercorns.
And some method of grinding them.
#spices#fresh spices#spice grinding#Seriously#If I could reach through the screen and hand every single one of you a piece of GOOD cinnamon bark#I'd do it in a heartbeat#Also; freshly ground nutmeg is life-changing
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Dios mĂo! | toto wolff x latina! reader x susie wolff !
summary; in which the young single mother of one of jackâs friends catches the attention of toto and susie
warnings; age gap
word count; 1.05k
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote
note; requested ! my fave dilf n milf tbh , my requests are CLOSED ATM!!!
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âSantiago! AdĂłnde vas?â [where are you going?]
Y/n sighed as she followed the tan, curly-haired boy who just laughed in response. She held onto her bag in one hand and his helmet in the other as she ran after him. She huffed as she noticed other parents stare at her chasing her son around the track.
âSantiago! Ya vas a ver.â [youâll see]
Santiago finally stops in front of another boy with brown hair. He greeted the young boy and the two immediately started conversing about whatever they usually chatted about.
Y/n finally caught up to her son and was completely out of breath. She bent down and grabbed Santiagoâs arm. âSantiago, what did we talk about?â
âStay by MamĂĄs side.â The curly-haired boy mumbled.
âExacto!â [exactly]
âBut I wanted to see my friend Jack!â
âI know youâre excited, papito, but that doesnât mean you can run off on your own. I donât want you getting lost.â
Y/n sighed as she stood back up, finally realizing that Santiagoâs friend and his parents were in front of them. Her face started to heat up from embarrassment. She let out a nervous chuckle as she brushed off her jeans. âIâm so sorry about Santiago.â
She finally got to take a closer look at Jackâs parents. They both seemed older compared to Y/n who had Santiago as a teenager. Jackâs father was tall, way taller than her or his mother. He had black frames and a smirk adorning his face.
Jackâs mother was shorter but seemed to have a strong aura. Her hair was short and blonde. The smile she wore matched her husband's. Both combined emitted an aura that Y/n couldnât help but feel attracted to.
âOh, please, donât worry about it.â The blonde exclaims with a laugh. âJack always talks about him.â
âWhere are my manners?â Y/n suddenly gasped as she flattened her baby hairs that escaped from her ponytail. She holds her hand out with a smile, âIâm Y/n, Y/n L/n.â
Jack's mother flashes her a smile before quickly shaking her hand. âSusie.â
Her husband was quick to shake Y/nâs hand after, the smile still evident on his lips. âToto Wolff. Your son seems amazing, Jack is always talking about his best friend Santiago.â
Y/n lets out a laugh as she gently pats Santiagoâs dark curls. âHeâs the only one I got here. My family is back home in Latin America, so I always try to raise my boy the best I can.â
Susie nods sympathetically before her head tilts to the side out of curiosity. âAnd his father? Does he help?â
Y/n let out a disappointed sigh. âNope. Itâs just me and Santi in this world.â She chuckled and shrugged, âItâs better off just us two.â Her confirmation that she was indeed single made the married couple share a glance.
Theyâve seen her several times at Jackâs school before while picking up Santiago. They never got a clear look at her until right before one of Jackâs races where her son ran up to their son. She caught their attention immediately, especially with the way she seemed so careful of Santiago.
Toto and Susie had shared multiple knowing looks while the young mother was talking to her son just moments earlier. They were attracted to her no doubt.
âMamĂĄ,â Santiagoâs soft voice interrupted them. He stared at Toto with wide eyes. âHeâs the team principal of Mercedes.â He thought he was whispering but in fact, he was talking really loud.
His failed attempt at whispering caused Toto to let out a deep laugh, his hand ruffling up the boysâ curls. âIndeed I am, Santiago.â
At the realization, Y/n let out a gasp. She wasnât into Formula One but he son was. She often spent Sundays making carne asada and watching races with Santiago even if she wasnât interested. She had only seen Toto and Susie on screen once or twice, but she failed to recognize them until her son mentioned it.
âMy abuelo [grandpa] likes Mercedes! He says I'm gonna be like Lewis!â The young boy continued to rant as Y/n watched, furrowing up her eyebrows.
âDios mĂo, [my God] I didnât realize at all.â She sighed with wide eyes. She had an apologetic smile as her hands rested on her son's shoulders. âSorry, didnât mean to-â
âDonât worry about it.â Toto interrupted her, waving his hand around as he turned to Santiago. âWhen youâre old enough, tell your pretty mamĂĄ to give me a call, hm? Maybe you and Jack can be teammates.â
Ar the mention of being teammates with his best friend, Santiago let out a cheer as the youngest Wolff followed him in cheer. The sudden compliment caused Y/nâs cheeks to turn a light shade of pink.
âI-uh-,â She coughed to clear her throat, âWe have to go. Gotta make sure Santiago is all prepared before the race, right?â She chuckled, watching the curly-haired boy chat away with Jack.
âHey, Y/n, wait.â Susie quickly said before the young mother could leave. Y/n hums in response as the blonde glances at her husband and back at her. âAre you busy tonight?â
âAfter the race? No.â Y/n replied, swinging her bag onto her shoulder. âWas just gonna order takeout for Santi and me. Why?â
âCome over for dinner at ours.â Toto quickly offered. His offer made her raise her eyebrows in shock as their two sons looked up excitedly.
âA gorgeous lady like you shouldnât be alone. Come by ours, yeah?â Susie said with a smile, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Y/n couldnât help but giggle as she nodded in agreement, keeping her eyes on Susie and Toto. âY-yeah! That sounds amazing.â She reached into her bag and found a pen and a random piece of paper. She scribbled her number down quickly before handing it to the blonde.
âJust call me. Iâll be there.â
âOh, weâll definitely call,â Toto said, another smirk appearing on his lips as he looked over Susieâs shoulder at the paper.
Y/n shared another smile with them before grabbing Santiago. The two quickly said goodbye before walking off to prepare the young boy for his race. In reality, she was also preparing herself for dinner with the attractive older couple she just met at her son's karting race. She mumbled to herself, âAy Dios mĂo.â [oh my God]
#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#f1 scenario#formula one scenarios#f1 imagine#formula one imagines#formula one imagine#f1 scenarios#toto wolff x reader#toto wolff imagine#toto wolff scenarios#toto wolff x reader x susie wolff
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Angel of life, lover of Death: Rio Vidal x fem!reader
Masterlist
Requested by: @midnight-lestrange
Summary: For many witches and many people you were an angel, a life saver, a light in the middle of darkness, even a goddess you had been called, helping and saving so many witches and humans, always stopping them from facing death, you were known as the âAngel of lifeâ everyone knew that if someone was fighting for their life, you would be the only one capable of helping them not to cross that line between life and death, bur for someone specifically, you had only been an obstacle, always interfering, stopping her from completing her job.
âDeathâ or Rio Vidal, as she had told you to call her, had presented herself one day in front of you, annoyed that you did not let her do her job and collect the bodies she so much wanted, she started to visit you more frequently, until the two of you fell in love, one day after you were brutally attacked and about to die, you woke up alone and wounded, you only knew, you were supposed to die, but you didnât, waiting for Rio to come back, she never did, you waited for her for years, and she never came back, leaving you heartbroken and angry.
After many centuries, you see her again at the witchesâ road, would she be able to explain what happened or are you going to keep her pushing away because of your anger and pain?
Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, reader getting hurt, mentions of a near death experience
Word count:Â Â 11k+
Authorâs notes: In this story reader saves Sharon/ Mrs.Heart.
 Hello, so this is again a requested story, it was requested a few days ago, sorry @midnight-lestrange that it took me 6 days to write it, I already had the idea of how the story would develop but I had some days in which I could not even get up from bed, however, I was able to finish writing this, and I hope this is what you were waiting for, it has always been a joy writing your amazing ideas, thank you so much for sharing your incredible ideas with me and letting me write them!
I hope this is what you were waiting for @midnight-lestrange âĽď¸
I hope you like it! âĽď¸
If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really âĽď¸
Taglist: @midnight-lestrange @eliscannotdance
âHelp! You have to help her, please!â Yelled desperately a woman in front you, someone had knocked several times at your door in the middle of the night and even if you were sleeping, you always attended to a call for help.
Behind the crying woman with blood on her hands and part of her gown was soaked with the thick substance, the were to other women carrying a young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, her chest was covered in so much blood and a visible wound, that happened to look like a bullet wound was right there, at the level of her heart.
âSheâs dying!â You did not want to lose any more time so you let them enter and guided them to place the wounded woman on a special bed on the other room, you quickly examined the girl and the wound and using your magic you could see what the bullet had pierced and how many damage had caused to her.
You started to cut part of the upper level gown on her to get more access to the wound, quickly analyzing what to do next, you put your two hands over the wound, applying pressure to it, after a couple of minutes the blood stopped coming out, you took your hands off her chest and placed the bullet you had retrieved on the metal plate next to you on the table with different bottles, the witches that had placed themselves a little farther from you on the wall to give you space were surprised, they had tried it, chanting conjures in Latin to stop the blood from coming out, but it had not worked out, they have heard of you, that you had saved countless witches from their death, but they had not believed it was true, until now, their only option left was you and after seeing what you had done, they could not be more surprised an grateful.
You noticed the unconscious woman starting to move a little, and you sighed, she was going to leave, she just needed time to rest.
âYou actually saved herâ The blonde witch said to you perplexed and you chuckled a little.
âWhat happened to her?â You asked the two of them, looking up from the unconscious woman.
âA witch-hunter attacked us, we did not know he had a shotgun with himâ She said with a trembling voice, you nodded and sighed again.
âIs he dead at least?â The two of them nodded, proud of what they had done, and you smiled at them.
âGood, your friend is going to be fine, she only needs to rest for a couple of days, but she will be perfectly fine, just, keep safe next time, alright?â You gave them one reassuring smile.
âHow can we pay you for this? You saved her! You actually did it, how can we thank you?â The shorter witch with black hair asked you this time.
âI donât need material things; I will just ask two things from youâ You replied looking at the two of them with a serious face and they nodded hastily.
âFirst, you are going to promise, that you will be more careful when roaming around the forest, alrightâ They nodded again quickly.
âThe second thing is, you are going to let more witches know about me, that way if someone is fighting for their life, they can come to me and I will gladly help, alright? We as witches have to keep each other safeâ
âWe will do, donât doubt about thatâ One of the witches replied back at you with a serious face.
âThank you, then, you can take your friend back with you, or if you want to let her rest here, you can do it, whatever you prefer will be alrightâ You commented while taking the bullet from the metal plate and placing it in the trash bin.
âWe have to take her with her family, they are going to wonder why we still have to arriveâ The blonde woman said to you and you nodded, you walked back to sit yourself in a chair next to the wall and they came closer to her friend, you saw the way they both grabbed the unconscious girl on their arms and turned back at you again to say something else.
âThank you really, you are really an angel as they sayâ You only gave them one final smile and you saw a blue cloud smoke surrounding them, after some seconds they had disappeared leaving you alone in your house.
Yawning you decided it was time to go back to sleep, tomorrow you would have to go back to the coven, to gather some more books, you went back to bed, without realizing that a black spot on the window of your house had been there since the two girls had knocked on your door.
You were rather known amongst witches, even famous some people had said, always saving witches on the verge of death, always doing the impossible.
For you it was normal to attend the calls of the witches who had been attacked, were sick or had had different accidents, you knew very well that people could show up at any hour at your home, so of course you were ready all the time.
During the Salem trials you had had a lot of work, groups of witches arriving at different hours of the day calling for your help because one member of their coven had been captured.
Helping thousands of witches had been a common thing through all your life, every witch and many witches were grateful that you had saved them, but you were not aware that you were making the job of some else a lot harder.
A loud bang on your window made you look up from your book, and you went to open the curtain to see which had knocked so harsh on the glass.
You saw no one and burrowed your brows, had they moved to the door? But no one had knocked again, at least not on the door.
With a confused expression on your face you walked towards your door and opened it, but as no one had been there it only made you blink several times, had you not been sleeping properly?
When you were about to close the door, you heard your name being called from afar, and saw two women carrying another witch with blood all over her shirt.
When they arrived at your door you noticed the open wound on her neck.
âHelp her pleaseâ You heard one of the women pleading you, with eyes full of tears, you gave her a reassuring smile and asked them to follow you.
They placed the girl on the bed and examined quickly the wound, and after many times of seeing and helping witches, you noticed the way the wound had some traces of glass around the edges.
âWhere did the piece of glass went to?â You asked them while inspecting the woman a little bit more, you were sure they had been the ones that removed the piece of glass off her neck, but you wanted them to let you know.
âWe removed itâ The green-eyed witch replied and you sighed.
âWhen something pierces the skin, you do not have to take it away, because whatever is stuck in there, most of the times is preventing the bleedingâ You said to them with a soft tone on your voice, they started to cry more, but it was understandable.
After just some minutes working, the girl on the bed had stopped bleeding and there were no traces of injuries, her breath had stabilized and slowly she opened her eyes, the three of them hugged tightly and you started to clean your hands.
âRemember next time something like this happens, do not remove anything, alright?â You turned to them and smiled slightly at them, before you could say something else, you felt a pair of arms hugging you and you chuckled, you were used to some people hugging you after saving them, it was something usual.
ď˝ĄË ď¸śď¸śâŠď¸śď¸śâ â Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠď˝ĄË ︜︜âŠď¸śď¸śâ â Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠ
âYou have to stop saving every witch that arrives severely woundedâ the sudden voice made you jump; you had thought you were already alone?
Quickly you turned yourself around to look at where the voice had come from.
In front of you was sitting a woman, whose eyes were brown and big, with a stare that made you shiver, you had never seen her, such a beautiful face and elegant presence you would have easily remembered her.
You tried to say something, opening your mouth several times, but nothing came out of your mouth.
The woman who was dressed completely in black chuckled and stood up from your bed, she then proceeded to place herself in the chair where you had left your book, she took it and started to read nonchalantly the first pages.
âYou really are somethingâ Said the woman after some minutes of silence.
âWho are you?â You asked her while eyeing the brown-eyed woman.
âYou can call me Rio, Rio Vidalâ She stood up leaving your book on the chair, she then brought her hand to her hair and took something from there, then she placed that exact same hand in front of you and when she opened her fist, you were greeted with a small black flower on the palm of her hand.
âFor you, my ladyâ She said to you with a smirk on her face.
You could feel your face starting to get warm and carefully you took the tiny flower in your hand, it had been such a nice gesture that you had not totally thought about the fact that a completely strange woman whom you had never seen was inside your house seeming to be so comfortable to had entered without permission.
âI should not be giving you flowers since you only keep stealing my job away, you are stealing my clients sweetheart, but, Iâve been dying to give you that for a whileâ The woman in front of you said and she started to walk around the room, examining what was on the walls and touching the small plants laying on some windows.
âThe one I gave you is not going to die, so make sure you take care of it, alright?â She turned her head for a minute to look at you caressing the small petals of the tiny flower and she smiled.
âThank you⌠Rio, I will make sure nothing happens to her, but can you tell me why am I stealing your clients?â You said in a soft-spoken tone, you did not know there was another healing witch, at least you had not heard of someone with the same powers as you.
Rio then came closer to you, so dangerously close that you could smell her scent, it was a sweet scent, a perfume you had never smelled, such a sweet scent that made you inhale deeply.
âYou are the angel of lifeâ She told you, still you were not understanding, you saw the way she took one strand of loose hair of your hair and brushed it to the side, her action only made you feel nervous.
âPeople call me the angel of death, angel of the night amongst other thingsâ She said to you while looking straight into your eyes, analyzing you carefully, her intense stare making you feel nervous, and even after you had an idea of who she was, you did not dare to say something.
âI have also heard people referring to you as Angel of the morningâ You slowly nodded, you were aware of the difference names witches call you, and some other women that were not witches, but you never actually mind paying attention to all these names, you just kept doing your job.
âI need you, to stop saving so many witches, leave some of them to me so that I can come for them, alright?â She said with a big smile, waiting for you to agree and make her job a little easier, she then came closer to you taking the little flower on your hands and witch a flick of her hands she converted it into a pin hair.
âIt will look better this way, trust meâ You saw her placing her hands on your hair and a soft click was heard, Rio then separated herself from you a little to have a better view of the way you were looking.
She knew she had come to make a deal with you, hoping that you would agree to get her some bodies and souls to collect, but she did not actually mind if you did not agree at all.
âThere, arenât you a pretty thingâ She said to you smiling, her seducing smile made you feel weak to your knees.
âOut of all the things that I have seen and encountered, certainly I never expected for death to come unannounced at my home to try and seduce meâ An even bigger smirk formed on her face and without saying anything else she went to take a seat on the same comfortable chair, taking the book and opening it on the page she had left.
âYou are going to have a lot of work todayâ She said nonchalantly while turning the page with the thumb and crossing her legs loosely, making herself more comfortable, you were sure she was not going to leave anytime soon.
You chuckled and shook your head, but before you could go back to sit comfortably, another loud knock on your door made you prepare yourself, ready to continue your job, giving one last glance at Rio you noticed she was really entertained reading the book on her hands, so you went to answer the door.
In front of you was a woman, a human one and you found yourself surprised, how did a woman, a non-witch had found her way to your home?
She did not seem to have any physical wounds but her skin was painfully pale, there were visible green and purple veins around her neck, the way she was gasping for air and how her hand clung desperately to her chest, these were signs of a poisoning, and it was clear the poor woman was not about to say something, it would physically impossible for her.
You went to help her stay still, and helped her to lay down on the bed, she was looking at you with such a desperate stare, how had this woman the physical strength to arrive at your home in such a bad state? The human villages were located really far away.
âYou don´t have to actually save her you know? She is not even a witchâ Rio commented without even looking up from the book.
You were not about to agree with her, even if she was not a witch, she needed help, and you were not about to deny the help to someone who had arrived at your house looking to be helped.
After several minutes, you had been able to stabilize her, and her breathing was normal, she started to clear her throat and you handed her a glass of a beverage you had done in merely seconds, she gladly took it and drank the whole glass.
You eyed the woman curiously; you still had no idea how she had found you.
âI came here to make a deal with you sweetheart, why would you not let me do my job?â Rio said to you while leaning a little on the chair, what confused you was that the woman seemed not to have heard her.
âThank you so much, you have no idea, I thought I was about to dieâ The woman on the bed commented and took your hand in hers.
âShe really was going to die; you should have let her dieâ Rio said again nodding and you tilted your head to look back at Rio.
âI don´t know how to pay you back, I thought you were a myth, we never thought someone as powerful as you really existed!â
âOooh, a legendâ Rio behind the two of you started to move her hands, you were sure the woman in front of you could not see her, and even if you had wanted to laugh and rolled your eyes, the crying human was still looking at you with a hopeful expression.
After the woman had calmed down and told you how she would tell the other about you, that many women on her village had heard about you, the things that were said about you, that many did not believe you were a witch but an angel, you just listened to her while Rio commented something from time to time from her seat.
After she finally left, and you advised her to be careful you closed the door behind you.
âLooks like you have some fans out thereâ She was grinning and you went to stand in front of her.
âHow did you find me?â Â You suddenly asked her, you were full of curiosity.
Rio straightened herself and seemed to be deep in thought but quickly she went back to her original position, her back resting on the chair and with one hand on the book.
âI kept coming here because there was this feeling, a call if you will, something kept bringing me here, the feeling that someone was about to die brought me here the first time, I saw when you helped the first girl that had been attacked, remember? The one with the knife on her stomach?â
She asked you remembering everything so vividly, you nodded, of course you remembered that girl she was one of your sisters of your coven, they always liked to taunt the men around the village that liked to get drunk.
âWell, I came because I knew, or at least I was sure her time had come, I had even prepared a long speech to take her with me, butâŚâ She stood up from the chair and tossed the book aside, it landed on the table with a thud and before you had the chance to scold her about tossing the book, she came up to stand in front of you, her fingers grabbing your chin in a firm but soft grip.
âYou saved herâ She finished her sentence, and she lifted your chin to look for a second your lips, she licked her own and you felt yourself getting warmer.
You tried to remove your face from her grasp but she did not let you go, her long fingernails painted in black scratched softly your skin.
âEvery time I have been here, waiting on that exact same chair, waiting for one of them to die, you always manage to save them, how do you do it?â She asked you, curious written all over her face and that was when she finally removed her hand off your chin, she took a step back looking expectantly at you, waiting for an answer.
âI don´t know, I just do what it feels correctâ You simply replied and it was true, you also did not know how you were able to save them.
âWould you mind if I stay for a little while?â She asked you again with that beautiful smile and her perfect brown eyes, you nodded and she started to walk towards your room.
âOut of every room in this house, your room is the only one I had not seen, at least properly, would you give me a tour?â She asked standing on the door that lead to your room, she had that smirk that characterized her and you laughed, you were excited, not everyday Death herself would arrive at your house to flirt with you.
ď˝ĄË ď¸śď¸śâŠď¸śď¸ś â Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠ
You really loved the way Rio´s hands felt against your skin, the way she caressed your skin in such a delicate way made you feel so loved, even after some months of her being constantly near you, you were still afraid of saying how you truly felt.
Months of her being near you whenever someone came to ask you for help, to save them and stopping them from dying, Rio being there with you all the time, not minding at all, and always waiting for you to finish.
âIt has been so long since you asked me to let someone dieâ You said to her one day when you two were laying on the grass, she was caressing your cheek softly, her being on the side of her body and you laying completely on your back looking at the sky, she was as usual dressed in black.
âI figured you were not going to do what I saidâ She replied with a smile on her face, and you looked at her with a shy smile.
âAnd I did not want to make you feel uncomfortableâ She mentioned and you frowned your brows, Rio saw the way your brows contorted and put her elbow on the grass with her chin on her hand.
âMy job is only to take those who are dead, not to be the cause of their own death, those are the rules, never to interfere in the process, only to take them when their last beat of their heart is given, only when their time finally comesâ Her free hand came to your hair to brush a loose strand and placing it behind your ear, an idea crossed your mind.
âAre you going to be the one then to take me away when my time comes?â Your question made her tense, you saw how her shoulders visibly tensed at your question, and she quickly sat up, pressing her legs to her chest.
You did not understand why her sudden change, and sat as well, getting closer to her, and you took one of her hands in yours.
âWhat´s wrong?â You inquired, wanting to know what was going on, she gave a slight squeeze to your hand and looked at the sky, for a brief moment she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before turning her body to the side to be sitting in front of you, she took your two hands in hers and looked straight into your eyes, her brown eyes, full of concern, yet you did not know why she was so worried.
âI love youâ Your heart skipped a beat, you had been waiting for her to say those words to you, that you could not contain the happiness growing in your chest, a big smile forming on your face, due to the happiness you were feeling, you had not noticed the way Rio´s eyes filled with tears.
âI love y-â Rio was quick to put a finger on your lips, preventing you from finishing your sentence.
âDon´t say it pleaseâ She said begging you, and you did not understand why she was saying those things to you.
âPlease let meâ You were begging her and she shook her head, she had fallen for you, so hard, she was scared, she was scared because loving you meant she would have to see you when your time came, and she would not be strong enough to actually face it, she could not see you die, she did not want to.
âPlease let meâ You begged her again, she the guided your bodies so that the two of you were laying again on the grass, she was again looking at you, looking at your lips and she leant in to get closer to your face, she looked back to your eyes and finally she nodded.
âI love youâ You finally said to her, and she could not help herself, she pressed her lips onto yours, to capture your lips, it was a soft kiss, and the first of all of the many kisses you were going to share, when you needed to take some air you separated your face a little from hers and noticed she had her eyes closed.
âLoving me will only ruin your lifeâ She commented with a sad tone, you did not believe that, and you did not understand why she was saying that, so you pressed your right hand on her cheek.
âThen, let me ruin my own life, I don´t mind, I love you, deeply, please let me love youâ Even though she had so many thoughts on her head, she felt so contradicted, she could not deny her feelings, she could not help but be with you, even if you were the complete opposite from her, she did not want to let you go, so she gave in the feeling, pulling you closer to her, to taste your lips one more time.
The memory was fresh in your mind even if it had been so many centuries ago.
ď˝ĄË ď¸śď¸śâŠď¸śď¸ś â Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠ
âWhere are we going Agatha?â The teen asked the older witch who had suddenly said they needed to make another stop right in the middle of the street, he had to hit the breaks so suddenly he feared his car would need some repairing later.Â
âTo visit an old friendâ Had he heard correctly? An old friend? Did Agatha have actual friends? Or was she being her usual sarcastic self? At this point he was not even sure.
The witch opened the door and got out before closing properly the door, the teen went after her walking closer to her.
âSorry Agatha, but with an old friend you actually mean, a friend friend?â He asked warily eying her slowly, she turned her head to look at him and squinted her eyes, deciding on not to say something back, she decided to keep walking until they reached a pretty house of two floors.
When the door opened you could not believe who was in front of you.
âAgatha?â The older witch smiled and could not help but get happy when she saw you, she had not seen you in years, you quickly opened the door fully and hugged the older witch, her strong grip around your body made you remember all the times centuries ago she had held you when you were completely alone and felt hopeless, she had been the one to help you come out of that dark place you had fallen, always making sure you had eaten and had drunk enough water, you knew she was known as the witchkiller, but she had been so kind towards you, stepping to help you when you had no one, when you had wanted to die, she could really be an amazing mother.
âSweatheart, how are you?â Agatha asked you with a soft voice, caressing your shoulders and looking at you with so much softness, the teen could not believe what he was seeing, was Agatha really showing affect for someone else?
Agatha had been the one who found you wounded, she had felt sorry for you, she helped you to heal and showed you how to cast different protection spells, she had been your mentor, she was older than you and had taught you many things, she was aware of who were you, and only having dedicated yourself to heal others you had forgotten that your magic was so much powerful and could help you to do many more things apart from healing and saving lives.
After some time of being with her you finally opened up about what had happened, that you should have died and how the Death had made you fall in love with her only to leave you.
âI am fine, it is so good to see you again! I cannot believe you are actually hereâ You commented while looking at her with a big smile on your face.
The teen could actually not believe what he was seeing, how did you and Agatha had become friends? Were you the only that did not hold grudges against her? Even with so many questions on his mind, he was sure of something, you must be someone so special to have Agatha treating you this way.
She stopped for one moment to place her hands on your face, softly caressing it, you lent into her soft touch.
âIt is really good to see you againâ She felt guilty, and it was a feeling she was not used to, but when it came to you she left herself feel, after all, she had been your mentor for years and you had become someone really important to her, she felt protective when it came to you, but after every single thing she had done, she had to leave or otherwise, the people looking for her would have gotten to you.
She still remembered that day when she had to leave, she had cried, she had sobbed so hard but the two of you knew you had to part ways, and even after all these years, she couldnât help feeling sad about had things had turned out.
âI missed you so much y/nâ She said in a whisper and you saw the way her eyes got glossy, you felt you own eyes fill with tears and you pressed yourself against her one more time.
How much you had missed the woman who had been the closest to a âmotherâ.
The teen behind you closed the door as quietly as possible but still it made you look at him, separating yourself from Agatha, you looked at him with curiosity and Agatha placed her left hand on her pocket while her right hand moved to your back.
âSorry, I didnât mean to intrudeâ The boy in front of you commented while rising his hands on the air, he was shocked Agatha was capable of actually treating someone with so much softness and respect, and someone who reciprocated the feelings, it was obvious Agatha meant a lot to you as well as how much you meant to the older witch.
âIt´s okâ You chuckled and he seemed to relax, you had so many questions and Agatha sensed your mood, they still had some hours left before they had to get back to her house to leave for the road.
âWhat do you say, do you have an hour so we can catch up?â She asked you and you nodded.
âLet me go to make some tea, alright?â She did not want to let you go, but she knew she had to, so she took her hand off your back, nodding slightly, you couldnât contain the immense happiness you were feeling so you threw yourself to hug her one more time before finally going inside your house to the kitchen to start preparing some tea.
Agatha and the teen looked where you had gone through the hallway and Agatha wiped some tears off her face, the teen was completely touched, she was a whole different person, a completely different person that did no seem to be the âwitchkillerâ.
Agatha noticed the way the teen was looking at her and quickly composed herself.
âNot a word about this, you hear me?â She then proceeded to straighten her hat and started to walk to the same direction you had disappear, he only nodded and tried to hide his laugh, after all it was not common to see Agatha acting all caring all the time.
The two of them followed to your kitchen and Agatha proceeded to sit on one of the chairs of the kitchen countertop and when you turned yourself around to look at the two of them you saw the way the boy was moving nervously.
âHey, you can come sit here as well, don´t be afraidâ You said with a smile to him and he smiled back, he was not afraid of you anyways, he came next to Agatha and you motioned for him to sit, he took the chair and sat there, you chuckled at the teen and Agatha only rolled her eyes.
âDo you want tea or coffee?â You asked the boy while pouring the tea for Agatha, you had prepared the tea for her just they way she had liked you centuries ago.
âI uh, tea would be fineâ He said and straightened himself feeling a little bit proud for actually being noticed.
After you placed the cups for them on the counter, you also sat in front of them, you were feeling happy.
âSo, are you going to tell me, what brought you here Agatha?â You gave her a big smile and she cleared her throat after taking a sip of her tea, she sighed and put the cup back on the plate.
âI came here because I felt you, I do not know why, but three years ago I did not feel you here, I sensed your presence, I wanted to come see you before-â She took a deep breath.
âBefore walking the witches´ roadâ You gasped and quickly took her free hand in yours.
âWhat, why?â You asked worriedly and you saw the way her eyes went to look the cup of tea.
âSomeone stole my powers; I need them back and the Salem seven are after meâ The teen could not be more surprised; Agatha was showing something more than just pride!
âOh Agathaâ You squeezed softly her hand.
âYou came to say goodbye, right?â She nodded slightly.
âTake me with youâ She hastily looked up to see you with pleading eyes,
âNoâ She straightened herself in her seat, you knew she was about to scold you like she had done several times in the past.
âPlease, you know me, you showed me how to protect myself, you trained me really well, please nothing will happen to me, let me walk the witches´ road with you, do not push me away again, please?â Agatha felt conflicted, you were an amazing, incredibly intelligent and strong witch, but the road was harsh, cruel, she knew if someone would walk down the witches´ road and would come unscratched, that would be you, but she did not want anything to happen to you.
âPlease, I promise to be carefulâ Agatha then sighed, and nodded, she would try to take care of you at least, it had been so long since she had seen you, and she really could not say no to you. âFine, but you will be careful, I do not care that you are old enough, you will be under my protection, alright?â You nodded happily, the teen could not hold it anymore, so he asked.
âI am sorry, but who are you?â He could not believe it, someone had mentor you? And that someone being Agatha Harkness? You laughed at his confused tone.
âI am y/nâ And his eyes went even more wide.
âWait, are you the one that every witch called-â You interrupted him before he could finish his sentence
âThe angel of the morning?â You asked with a grin on your face, slightly rising your right eyebrow.
âIt has been so long since someone called me thatâ Agatha laughed at the expression on the teen´s face.
âThat is right teen, you are in front of a legendâ She commented after taking another sip of her tea, the teen was so excited and he could not wait to ask you several questions, it would be a long journey, you thought.
ď˝ĄË ď¸śď¸śâŠď¸śď¸ś â Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠ
âShe is not breathing! Can´t you do something?â The teen asked you with tears on his eyes, you were not sure if the road would allow you to, but you had to try, his pleading eyes broke your heart, and your heart also was breaking, you could not let this sweet old lady die because of something that had gone wrong, you knew what the song said âIf one be gone, we carry onâ but you had to at least try.
You nodded and pressed your fingers on Sharon´s neck, trying to look for a pulse, it was faint, but you sighed when you found one.
âHep me taking her thereâ You quickly asked them and pointed at one neat place on the side of the road.
You only wished your powers worked down there on the road, you placed your hands on her neck and a white light started to emanate from your palms, Alice, Lilia and Jenn had worried looks on their faces, they were not sure what you were doing, they were not even sure if you could actually save her, they did not even know what was going with her, they had made sure she had taken the potion so they were completely confused.
After some minutes, the woman laying on the ground started to groan and her breathing came back, you sighed, deeply, and finally you felt yourself relaxing.
âCan we send her back somehow?â You turned yourself to look at Agatha and she nodded slightly, of course she knew, after all, you were sure Sharon was not a witch, so the rules of the road did not apply to her, at least not fully, Agatha went back to where the door had been minutes ago and you looked back at Sharon, her breathing was normal.
Everyone was shocked, how had you done that? Alice, Jenn and Lilia were sharing confused looks, had you just brought someone from death? Or had you only stopped her from actually dying?
âWho are you?â Jenn asked you looking between the woman on the ground and you, the teen placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at the other witches in front of you.
âShe is-â
âThe angel of the morningâ Lilia interrupted the teen, and he pouted, he had wanted to say it, but Lilia did it before him.
âWait, I thought you were a myth!â Alice came to stand closer to you.
âMy mother even wrote a song about youâ Alice said to you, you were aware of the song, you had listened to it several times.
âYou saved my mother once, you saved her from dying!â Alice commented looking at you, you remembered that day, the day you had saved Lorna Wu from actually dying.
âYeah, that song is amazing, is one of my favoritesâ The teen commented moving slightly to the sides, he could not contain the excitement he was feeling.
âSo you truly are realâ Lilia came to kneel in front of you and Jenn did the same, they all had heard stories about a witch who had been named âThe angel of the morningâ by humans, and the nickname actually just stuck, from many more witches calling you that, until one day, you simply vanished, no one heard from you again, you had disappeared, leaving your legacy become just a myth, a legend amongst witches and people, no one knew what had happened to you, vanishing with the wind, witches said you had tricked so many times death that finally you had been taken by it, if only they knew what truly had happened.
âYou were the only one capable of tricking deathâ Lilia repeated, and your hand trembled a little, remembering the person whom you had fallen in love with, Lilia sensed your state and took your hand in hers.
âAlright put her in there, we can send her back to her small little house, she will be fineâ Agatha said moving her hand in the air.
âWe will be needing another green witchâ Agatha said out loud.
âA real one this timeâ Jenn suggested looking directly at Agatha.
âMi, mi, miâ Agatha responded her in a way of mimicking her voice.
ď˝ĄË ď¸śď¸śâŠď¸śď¸ś â Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠ
âFor you, my ladyâ You could not believe what you were seeing, or more specifically, who you were seeing, in front of you was your former lover, offering you another small flower, she was moving the tiny flower on her hand, waiting for you to take it, unconsciously you took carefully the flower off her hand, and when your fingers brushed the skin of hers, it made you shiver, but at he same time, the pain you had thought had been completely forgotten, came overflooding you, the tears quickly forming in your eyes, and you decided to leave, you did not want to be there, you were not strong for that, so you started to walk to the other side of the road, holding the small flowers on your hands.
Agatha looked at Rio and then at you, she pressed her lips together and shook her head.
âThank you, Vidal, you could not have done a better appearance, you better stay away from her, you hear me?â Agatha pointed at the brown-eyed woman covered in dirt, pointing at her threateningly, but Rio was not going to listen to her, instead, her eyes followed were you had going, and Agatha then flipped her coat and started to walk towards you, she was worried of how you would react or how you were feeling.
You did not dare to look back, too many emotions, too many thoughts roaming inside your head, you had not even notice when Agatha came to your side, taking your arm on her hand, making you jump, you quickly turned yourself around to look at her and your heart felt relieved when you saw it was her in front of you.
Before she could ask you how were you feeling, you threw yourself at her, hugging her tightly and pressing your face against her chest, she shushed you softly and started to make circles on your back with her hand, soothing you, she could feel your distressed, your pain, and she did not know how to help you to ease it.
âWhy is she here?â You sobbed hard against her, and she for once in her long life did not have the answers.
âWhy is she doing this to me? She left me, she left me there alone, you found me on the ground, dirt all over me, I was bleeding, I was alone, and she was nowhere to be seen, I waited for her for years, and she never came backâ Your words were breaking her hear, she knew everything that you had been through, the state she had found you in, the wound in your chest and neck, how long it took you to heal your pounding wounds, neither you nor her knew why the magic was not working, why the potions did not work, why you had to wait months for the injuries to heal by itself naturally, she knew since the first months of your healing journey, that you were longing for someone, that you were always waiting for someone to appear on your door, but after months of waiting, you realized that whoever you were waiting for was not going to arrive.
The day you had completely broken down, you had told her everything, sobbing hard on her arms, since that day, she became protective of you, and decided to take you under her wing.
Seeing you again in this state as she had seen you centuries ago, made her get even angrier at the âgreen witchâ that had made her own way to the road.
âI am not going to let her hurt you again, alright?â She whispered in your ear and you nodded softly against her neck.
After some minutes have passed you finally calmed down and you separated yourself from the older witch, she wiped your tears off your face and rubbed your shoulders lovingly.
âEverything is going to alright, ok?â She said to you in a reassuring way, and you nodded, you trusted in her.
The sound of steps getting closer, made you straighten yourself a little bit and Agatha game you one more smile before walking behind you to talk to the other witches.
âAlright, nothing to see here ladies, we have to keep walking down the road to the next trial, alright?â She moved her hands to show them they had to keep walking, Alice and the teen went quickly to place themselves to your sides and Jenn and Lilia started to walk slowly behind you, leaving Agatha and Rio at the end.
âAre you alright?â You heard Alice asking next to you, and you gave her a sad smile, the teen placed his hand softly on your shoulder and you nodded.
âI will be alright, thank youâ You replied back to the shorter witch, Alice shared a worried look with the teen.
âListen, I do not know how you made it into the road, but you better stay away from herâ Agatha whispered to Rio, just loud enough for her to hear, the way her voice sounded did not match her smiling face, she had a threatening tone on her voice.
âShe called me; I just cameâ Rio replied with an angry tone on her voice, and Agatha could not help but laugh.
âNow? After all these years? What about the other times she called you and you never showed up?â Agatha hissed back, the two of them walking behind the group, if they saw them from afar, it looked as if they were talking friendly.
âYou do not know what happened, you have no idea what I had to do, it hurt me more to leave her than you knowâ For once, Agatha was not sure if the woman next to her was saying the truth, but she could not risk you getting hurt again.
âIf you make her cry one more time, I swear Vidal, I do not care if I have to fight Death itself to protect her, you hear me?â Rio laughed, if only Agatha and you knew what she had done to protect you.
・ Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠď¸śď¸ś â Ë ď¸śď¸śâŠď¸śď¸ś ・Ë
âA long time ago, I loved someone and to be honest, I never stopped loving her, I had to disappear from her life, I was forced to, forced to never get close to her, forced to stop seeing the love of my existence, not having the chance to have a final word with her, I did something I was not allowed to, leaving me scarred for eternityâ She said out loud turning her head slowly to look at you, you could see the tears that were threatening to fall down her face, and you could not take it, you could not take the sight, her words, what she was saying, you did not want to accept it, so you did what you knew very well to do, you stood up, and walked far away from them, tears were falling from your eyes.
You were covering your mouth with your hands, trying really hard not to cry out loud, trying hard not to make a scene and show everyone how hurt you were.
You felt a pair a hands caressing your back slowly, and then you felt the way these hands on your back made their way to your lower back, suddenly surrounding your waist with a strong grip, you knew very well the owner of the pair of these strong arms, she held you tightly on your place making you cry harder, and without any more strength in you, you left yourself sob in her embrace.
You let yourself leant into the touch of the woman you had craved so much for so many years, you let the woman who had left you centuries ago heartbroken hold you into her arms, her soft touch against your waist made you remember all the times she had held you close to her.
âI love youâ Rio whispered in your ear and hearing her saying those words you had missed so much made you feel suddenly a wave of anger.
You turned yourself around hastily and took a step back from her, you noticed when you looked at her, the tears running down her face, and even if it broke your heart to see her crying, your anger was stronger.
âYou donât get to day those things! You donât get to say how you still love me! Donât you see? Donât you see what you did to me?â You accused her, pressing your finger onto her chest, she only looked at you with more tears running down her face, she did not find the courage to say something.
âYou left Rio, you left me alone, I was hurt, physically and emotionally, I begged for you to come back for me, I begged you to take me with you, I begged for you to come and get me, and you never appeared, I waited for you for centuries and you never came back for me!â You had yelled at her, the pain you had been enduring came back flooding and overwhelming all of your senses.
âCanât you see the way I loved you, canât you see the way I still love you? I love you! Itâs ruining my life! You are ruining my life, I should have taken into account what you told me years ago, it could have saved us a lot of painâ Your words were cruel, you were hurting her, but if only you would let her explain everything to you, then she saw your sad expression changing into an angrier one.
Rio couldnât stand the way you were just accusing her; she couldnât stand the angry look on your face directed at her.
âDonât you think I wanted to go back? Do you really think I left just because I wanted to?â You blinked several times, and before you had the time to keep fighting with her, you realized the scenery around you had changed, there was a misty forest, fog surrounding the entire place and to your right there was a shack, a shack you had thought you had left behind centuries ago.
âLooks like the road has the next trial readyâ The teen said coming behind you, all of the other witches were looking surprised at the entire place.
âLooks likeâŚâ Agatha started to say thinking of the word she best described the placeâ
âLike homeâ You finished the sentence and Rio and Agatha quickly turned their heads to look at you with their brows furrowed, Jenn, Alice, Lilia and the teen, quickly realized the next trial would be yours.
You didnât want to think anymore, you did not want to feel anymore, you just wanted to get at the end of the road and wished for this to finish, so before anyone had the chance to say or do something else, you walked straight to the entrance of the shack and opened the door, you quickly entered and were greeted by your old home, you were being greeted by your old life.
Everyone followed after you and entered behind you, their clothes had suddenly changed to the ones according to the era, 1700, where witches had their own black gowns, the teen looked at his clothes and realized his clothes were completely black as well as everyone, it looked as if all of you were attending a funeral.
You walked closer to where the bed in which you used to attend women and witched was placed in the middle of the room, and on the wall, you could read what had been written on there with what looked to be blood.
âHow did you trick death?â The teen read out loud, feeling unnerved at what he was seeing. On the other wall there were more phrases written in red âYou should have died that nightâ, was the same phrase that was constantly on your mind.
And you knew it, you knew you should have died that night, that night were you had arrived home and some witch-hunters were waiting for you, you did not know how they found your home, but there they were, your things scattered all over the place, your books torn apart, the bed had been flipped over, the chairs broken and the wooden pieces were all over the place, every petal and flower Rio had given to you that were in different vases and pots had been torn apart, before you even had the chance to fight back, the attacked you, you could only close your eyes and felt the pain they were inflicting in you, you knew there was so much blood, you could feel your clothes getting wet with the thick liquid.
The door suddenly closed, with a harsh thud making everyone flinch.
You saw an envelope on the white bed in the middle of the room and walked closely to it, taking the envelope on your hands you proceeded to torn the white paper out of it and read it out loud.
âSomething unfair was done, cheating faith involved, the blood destined to be shed erased, repairing what had to be done needs to comeâ
Your brows knitter together, not understanding, but when Rio snatched the paper out of your hand and read it again, she crushed the sheet of paper, shredding it to pieces, and everyone turned their heads to look at her with annoyance.
âWhy did you do that? That is our clue!â Jenn said at her and Rio shook her head vigorously.
âNo!â Rio yelled with a furious expression on her face, making everyone in the room felt silent.
âWait-â You said to everyone rising your hand.
âI should have died that nightâ All of the witches looked at you, Agatha and Rio started to get worried about what the road wanted them to do.
âThat night the witch-hunters attacked me, I knew I was going to die, I waited for death to come to me, to take me, and it never happened, I bled, a lot, I felt asleep thinking I was about to die, and the next day I woke up, with the wounds still fresh, I tried to heal myself but I couldnât, and then Agatha found me in the middle of the forest, she also tried to help me and heal my wounds with magic, but it did not work, I had to wait months for them to heal naturallyâ You said recalling the memories.
âCheating faith, cheating faithâ You said again, trying to think what could have happened, you had not done anything that night to try and save yourself.
âI remember seeing youâ You said to Rio and walked closer to her, she had more tears streaming down her face, she seemed guilty.
âI saw you there, I remember watching you, you were yelling, but then you disappeared and I never saw you againâ You explained to the brown-eyed woman, everyone in the room was looking expectantly at her and she found this opportunity to finally tell you what happened.
âI was there, the night you were attacked, If I had been there earlier, if I had gone with you that night to the village, if I had stayed with you or at our home I would have seen the hunters arriving, I would have stopped you from entering, but I was not there, I was outside, doing my job, when I came later I saw the windows broken, the door opened, and you were laying in the ground, there was so much blood, you were choking on your own blood, I tried to stop the bleeding, I tried to heal magically your stab wounds, but I couldnât, I was not being allowed, I sensed the air, the air getting thicker, the fog forming around us, I had to do my job, I had to take you with me, but I couldnât, I couldnât see you dying, I did not want you to die, I knew it is what I should have done, but I went against the rules, I broke them, I did not know what was going to happen, but I let you liveâ Her beautiful brown eyes were full of sorrow and pain, Agatha was crying behind you, the teen was covering his mouth with his hands, Alice could not believe she was in front of Death herself, Jenn had taken a seat on a chair near her and Lilia realized why she felt so unnerved with the presence of who they thought was their âgreen witchâ.
âYou saved me? From dying?â You were looking at her with surprise on your face, how had you did not realize what had happened.
Rio nodded and pulled you closer to her, her grip around you tightening.
âI could not let you die, I decided to let you live even if that meant breaking the rules, due to my choice I was punished, forced not to get near you again, I was afraid of what could happen to you if I got near you, and so even if it hurt myself deeply not being close to you again, I decided to sacrifice my happiness in order to let you live a peaceful lifeâ The hot tears falling down her face made you wipe them off her skin, her words made you happy, they lessened the pain, she loved you, she never stopped loving you, finally you threw yourself at her arms, your arms around her shoulders and her own arms gripping your waist protectively, how much she had missed feeling you this close to her, your body against her made her feel complete.
Several minutes passed, you and Rio had not separated from each other, and even though you felt content, you knew what had to be done.
Slowly you separated from her to look into her brown orbs, smiling at her, she loved your smiled, she had missed you entirely.
âWe still need to pass this trialâ You commented, and she grimaced, closing her eyes.
âNo! I am not going to do it!â She yelled, you had never seen her lose control of herself before.
âSorry, but do what?â The teen asked confused.
âThe letter said that what had to be done needs to be repairedâ and when you said the last thing everyone understood.
âNo way!â Agatha came to stand next to you, she would not let you die.
âIsnât there any other way? There has to be something else, right?â Alice came closer looking at Agatha, there was no way they would let you die.
âDidnât we all cheat during Agathaâs trial? There has to be for sure something else we can doâ Jenn commented and stood up from her seat to stand next to Rio and you.
âWe are not going to let y/n die right!?â The teen wondered out loud looking at every witch on the room.
âNo boy, we are not letting her just die like thatâ Lilia could not actually believe what the road was asking for, it was simply not fair, you, a witch who had saved so many lives, who had helped so many people through the years? She knew the road was cruel, but never had imagined something like this.
The mere thought of you actually dying made everyone feel a pang of awful pain in their chests, Rio seemed to be the most affected one, she was not going to let you die.
You knew that was the only answer, so you let yourself enjoy the feeling of being back in the arms of the woman you loved.
âCâmon, we have to think of something else!â Agatha yelled desperately, everyone had taken a seat in different places, you were sitting in the floor with your back on the wall, Rio was sitting next to you with her head on your lap, you were caressing her hair and she was touching softly your legs, she wanted to enjoy every bit of you now that you had let her stay close to you.
âWhatâs that sound?â The teen suddenly asked, and everyone lifted their heads to look at the ceiling, but the cracking sound seemed to be the one of glass about to break, behind you was a window with cracks forming in it. Rio helped to stood up and the two of you looked at the window, before the glass shattered, you pushed Rio to the side she fell down onto the floor and the other witches came rushing to her side to help her, a big piece of shattered glass was able to reach your neck, and you felt the thick liquid starting to go down your chest.
âY/n!â Agatha asked while walking closer and slowly to you, she touched your shoulder slowly and tried to turn you over to have a look at you, Rio stood up quickly and went to check on you and was able to grab you before your body collided against the floor, Rio was horrified, you were trying hard to breathe, gasping for air, you were clinging onto her clothes and Agatha covered her mouth at the sight.
âWe have to help her! Jenn canât you make a potion or something!â The teen yelled and walked closer to Rio and you, Agatha kneeled next to you and tried putting her hands on your bleeding neck, trying to stop the bleeding, Rio tried to do the same, using her magic hoping her magic would be enough to heal you, but it wasnât working.
âNo please! I am not letting you die, I wonât do it, I donât care about the consequences, but I am not taking you!â Rio was trembling with fear, why was the road so cruel? What made her heart ache more, was when she saw you still had the small flower on your hair, the same one she had given you when she first met you centuries ago.
âListen I donât care if I never get out of the road but I am not letting her die here!â Agatha suddenly said, her hands were tinted red.
Alice, Jenn, the teen and Lilia looked at each other and nodded understanding what they were feeling and what they would actually do, they agreed with Agatha, they were not just going to leave you there.
âI donât care anymore, I donât even know what is going to happen, but y/n is not dying hereâ The teen said and walked closer to the three of you kneeling in front of you.
Alice, Jenn and Lilia felt the same, so they also walked towards you.
âThere has to be something else, there has to be another way!â Alice yelled feeling desperate at the amount of blood covering your chest.
They did not care about breaking the rules of the road, about the envelope saying that you needed to die.
âIf you broke the rules once, we can do it, all together right?â Agatha inquired looking into Rioâs eyes, all of them were around you, circling your dying figure, but after they could actually think of something else, a door opened, you gasped taking a big gulp of air in your lungs, Rio quickly brushed your neck with her hand and there on your neck, there was no trace of any type of wound.
âWhat happened?â You said clinging onto Rio´s clothes, you could finally breathe.
âI am not sure, I don´t knowâ Rio replied to you still not believing what had happened, one moment you were fighting for your own life with a deep gash on your neck, and the other you had no trace of that wound, Rio did not care and pulled you closer to her body.
âYou are fine, you are fine!â She started to laugh, she could not actually believe what had happened, but what mattered was that you were fine, that you were alright that you had survived.
The other witches were as shocked as well, they could not comprehend what had happened, how did the wound disappear? You were not bleeding anymore.
Rio separated herself from you and helped you to sit down on the floor, the next thing you felt was Agatha engulfing you in a hug as well, and you let her hold you.
âI am so happy you are fine; I was so scaredâ Agatha did not care about the others seeing her act this way.
Agatha pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before moving away a little and the teen was the next one that hugged you, Lilia, Jenn and Alice decided it would be a good idea to hug you at the same time, Jenn did not even care the amount of blood surrounding you, they were just happy that you had survived.
âGuys, the door is opened, we passed the trialâ You announced happily when you noticed the opened door on the other side of the room.
They did not care at the time, they still wanted to enjoy the feeling, Agatha was smiling softly at you and Rio had not let go of your hand the entire time, she was looking at you with so much love, and was not planning on letting you go any time soon, she swore to herself, she would do whatever it took to protect you, and she knew she would have all the time to have a proper talk with you, right now, she just wanted to enjoy the feeling of your hand in hers.
Agatha for her part was looking at the ceiling in a more thorough way, and she noticed the way some of the colors on the wooded planks did not match the entire color, and after tilting her head to the side, she saw what was written in there.
-Leave behind all traces of selfishness, sisterhood defies disobediences, working as a unit will grant you openness- If she had known that what it would take for all of them to unite and work together onto agreeing for the first time on the same very thing, which had been protecting you, well, she would not have believed it.
 So, what tied together all of them was not the main goal of getting to the end, but it was actually you, one more time, the great legend of the âAngel of the morningâ had saved many witches at the same time, she still had to talk to Rio about not hurting you again and threaten Death itself not to hurt you again, but she would have the time for that.
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