#so i had expectations that may be marring my judgement

[ppoppokari]

Okay, I'll combine both astrology and a writing request in this fic.

Lee Know's Scorpio Venus and Virgo Mars to me indicates he has a corruption kink and would love the idea of having a inexperienced partner that he can mould into pleasing just him.

Can I please request a piece where it's the reader's first time?

Thank you xx

Bubble Pop!!!

pairing~ lee minho x fem! reader

genre~ (s)

word count~ 2.5k

synopsis~ he should have air fried the boy when he had the chance. maybe then he wouldn't have tried to hit on you. sure, hyunjin didn't know that you and minho were dating but that doesn't stop minho from taking your virginity then and there ... or the one where he illustrates your body with scratches to remind you who you belong to.

rating~ mdni 18+

featuring~ protected sex (a big sexy yes), pwp, minho and his corruption kink, loss of virginity, guided masturbation, guided pillow humping, minho has a thing for y/n's ass, dirty talk, dumbification if you really squint, minho fucks y/n on hyunjin's bed, sexy shadows and fairy lights.

a/n~ the fact that my first writing request is perfect, like thank you so much for requesting such a concept. i went insane writing this. i have been reborn. this is the most graphic thing i've written so to my new followers i'm sorry lol.

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Minho's lithe fingers were webbed with ecstasy as he trailed his hands up your heated skin, a sweet hum disguising his true intentions.

"Now tell me, do you have a boyfriend? With the way you were showing off in that little dress I highly doubt it." Even if it was against your better judgement you didn't know what else to do besides spread your legs further apart.

There was no way in hell that any of the guys knew you were taken, how could they when neither of you confirmed that you were dating. In there eyes you were Minho's best friend turned roommate, so why wouldn't Hyunjin shoot is shot?

Hyunjin would never fully comprehend how big a mistake it was to let his hand linger too close to your ass while he invited you over for some wine and a good time; that would only become apparent when he retired to his room to find cum-stained sheets and your perfume on his pillow.

"Min, I swear I was about to reject him, you know I would never do that to you."

Minho clicked his tongue in mockery as he snaked his hand into your underwear. Siren eyes met doe eyes as he noticed how caught off guard you were. He wanted to comfort you and say that he wouldn't break you, but that wouldn't be the entire truth. He wanted you to fall apart in his hands so that he could build you back up, most of all, he wanted you to scream out his name on Hyunjin's bed.

Even though his hand was restricted by your cotton panties he didn't make any attempt at sliding them down your leg, the cute ribbon that adorned them was his weakness.

You had expected him to pick up where he left off, fingers sliding against your tight walls, instead he came down to toy with your clit. Positioning himself to hover above you he leaned in to brush your hair to the side, coercing you with a string of kisses across your clavicle.

He had wanted to do this ever since you became his roommate. At first he thought you were his angel but it was all apart of your charm. You were kind, thoughtful and sweet but like all of the most heavenly angels you were the devil in disguise, even if you didn't realise it.

You may have been a virgin but there were moments where Minho was sure he caught you slipping. The way you would eye his bare chest after he had a shower, the way you were in awe whenever a sex scene came on tv-he could only hope that you were imagining his touch.

But the thing that truly broke him was the many times you would walk around your apartment wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties, not to mention that you always seemed to prefer his shirts over your own. The slight bruises littering his lower lip were a reminder of the times he bit his lip so hard that a speck of blood started to pool, your virginity remained intact while his sanity quickly went down the drain.

A harsh blush coated your cheeks as his member hardened beneath you making the rough denim scratch harder against your thigh. "I didn't know you felt this way." Minho didn't look up at you this time, far too preoccupied with your breasts and the fact he could see your hardened peaks through your bra. "I feel a lot of ways about you, I want to do so much to you jagiya." For a split second you caught his dark orbs before they fell behind his dark bangs. The look in his eyes was unlike anything you had ever seen before, it was full desperation.

Your head fell back, a silent beckon for him to continue exploring your body. "Little y/n always making my life so difficult, keep panting like that and you'll make me cum."

His taunting was the encouragement you needed to buck your hips into him, whining at the pressure on your clit. Minho's fingers froze in place depriving you of your release. Gripping his upper arm you pushed yourself against him, assuming his nerves got the best of him. "Minho that felt so good I want you to keep going." Minho chuckled at your neediness, responding with words dripping in sin.

"But I don't want to be bad, not yet, so how about we play a game? I want to see what experience you have, I have a feeling you know how to put on a show."

Minho approached Hyunjin's pink velvet office chair and wheeled it to the centre of the room, sitting down he leaned back to cross his legs. He took in the sight before him, you half naked, head resting on a soft pillow as the fairy lights danced across your skin.

"Open your legs sweet thing I want to see all of you."

You parted your legs, displaying the wet patch that started to form. Minho sat in awe at the way your arousal was dripping onto the sheets beneath you, luckily his dark jeans hid the fact that he had made a mess of his own.

Even though he was fighting against his own lust he grinned at you and clicked his tongue in faux mockery. "I bet you taste so good." Minho smirked as he noticed more slick trail down your leg at his words. "Well if that's the case I think you could do without your cute underwear, take them off. They're no use tonight anyways."

You already felt exposed however, you hung on to each of his words as you removed the soaked material. For a split second you thought of throwing them at him, a silent cry for him to hurry up and fuck you. But instead you tossed them to the side, awaiting his directions.

"I want to get this over and done with so be a good girl and listen to me, you can do that for me right y/n?" You nod, ever so obedient for your boyfriend.

"Open your legs a bit wider I want to see all of you." You brought your hands up to your face, hiding your ferocious blush. "Don't hide, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"How about we start simple, use one of your hands to tease your entrance." Bringing a hand down you traced your folds, wincing when your fingers nudged your clit. "You're doing so well y/n, now finger yourself, remember how I shoved my hands down your pants earlier, I want to see you recreate it." You clenched your eyes shut, trying to remember the way his fingers rubbed against the walls of your aching cunt. Using one hand to spread your folds you inserted a finger, confused as to why you were still so tight. It wasn't long before you worked your way up two fingers, you were about to add a third before Minho interjected. "Grab that pillow, it's time for part two of our lesson." Getting onto your knees you reached for the closest pillow, getting a sample of Hyunjin's cologne. You brought it in front of you, awaiting his next order. Part of you knew what he wanted from you but there was no way he would ask you to do that, surely.

"What are you waiting for, don't be shy."

Somehow, for someone so unfamiliar with this you liked being so exposed to him. It was as if he was seeing more than your naked body, he saw the side of you that was begging for his touch since day one.

Straddling the pillow you arched your back at the sensation of the cool fabric against your heated skin, the embroidered patterning of the pillow barely brushed against your clit.

"That feels good doesn't it?" Nodding in response you moved forward, but that wasn't enough. No matter how much you moved your hips back and forth the jolt of pleasure barely revealed itself. "Min- this isn't enough, I need you." "No you don't." "I want you, I need to cum please." "You can have me after you cum."

Despite his harsh words his tone was the most gentle it had been that entire night. "I will always be here to please you but I know you can do it. Try rolling your hips towards me. The wave of pleasure that over took you after more desperate rutting was intense, something in your lower stomach snapped as your shaking arms gave out, your legs were barely holding you up as you gripped onto the sheets beneath you. You couldn't even comprehend the string of curse words you shouted, you were barely there.

Letting you catch your breath Minho pulled a condom out from his back pocket and sat near your side, his hand resting on the your back. "You did so well y/n." Pulling the pillow away from you he waited for you to finish coming down from your high.

"You're all fucked out, do you still want me? We can do this another night." Even if he sounded so gentle it felt like he was mocking you, there was no way you would give up on having sex with him tonight.

"I'm not going home until you fuck me Minho."

Minho walked you to the end of Hyunjin's bed "Bend over." Once you had done so Minho's hands trailed up your sides and stopped at your hands. Treating you as if you were his own personal doll he gripped your hands and brought them up urging you to grip onto the beams of the canopy bed. Minho tore the foil packet open, rolling the condom on.

"I'll try and be gentle jagiya, but if it's too much I'll stop as soon as you say vanilla." Minho kissed your neck anticipating the way that you would arch your back, he was already far too familiar with your body. "Just focus on the lights and relax." Looking straight ahead you ignored the twinkling fairly lights, instead becoming fixated by the shadowed silhouette of you and Minho that was cast onto the wall.

His cock prodding against your entrance made you wince. While you were trying to compose yourself yet again Minho entered you without warning, you couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped your lips. Minho pulled you in closer pushing himself deeper, your walls clenched around him, he just hoped you could feel each vein and curve through the condom. He wanted you to remember each part of him, you didn't need anyone else, he was the only one who could bring you this much pleasure, not Hyunjin.

"M-Minho." Your chest was heaving as you tried your best to relax, despite how foreign this feeling was. There was no way you wanted him to stop, you were a big girl, you could handle it.

"Y/n I hope you know that you're mine, no one else gets this sweet pussy."

If you weren't clinging to the bed your hands would be holding onto his hips, begging him to go faster, but all you had was a shaky voice that told Minho that you were about to start sobbing if he didn't fuck you like he meant it.

"Y/n you better stop me now I won't be able to control myself." Your eyes were glistening with tears as you answered him "I don't want you to control yourself, I'm yours Minho, take me." Lust was clouding your senses, you weren't even fully aware of how needy you sounded, just seeing his form through a shadowed figure cast on the wall wasn't enough. You needed to see him like this every damn day.

Minho pulled out slightly before thrusting back into you, he was telling the truth, he wasn't planning on holding back. His pace was quick and the sound of skin on skin turned you on even more, there was something so raw and passionate, it was strange but this had to be what love felt like.

"Minho, I think I'm close." "Already? But I was just getting started." "It just feels so good, I don't think I can hold it," Before your boyfriend could make you cum for the first time he stopped, much to your dismay. "Minho not now, I'm sorry I was playing with Hyunjin please, I want to cum!" Placing a kiss on your cheek Minho slapped your ass, immediately rubbing the red mark. It was hard to tell where the shadows cast by the lights started and where the faint bruises on your hips ended.

"Stop being dramatic y/n, stand up." You turned around to face Minho, even in the dim lighting you could see his eyes sparkling for you. Minho cupped your face in his hands, holding you so that he could gift you with a heated kiss. He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"I think you can put all that practice to good use." Letting go of you Minho removed his shirt, finally getting to his jeans he removed them and reclined back onto the bed.

Wasting no time you straddled him, sighing as he pushed inside of you. Instead of being tight and awkward your body invited him in. Parting your legs further you rolled your hips into him, repeating everything that you had done to defile that pillow. Minho gripped onto your hips yet again, but this time he traced over the bruises as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

The way you were rolling your hips just the way he had liked it, the way you were begging him for more. He knew he had something that the others could only dream of. Angling his hips fucked into you hard, his moans becoming one with the creaking of the bed.

He met a spot in the deepest part of your body, brushing against it, once or twice or was it three times? You had no idea but the way his tip brushed against you sent you straight to your own personal heaven. "Minho, I'm going to cum again, make me cum, I want it so bad." The way you had fallen apart on top of him was everything he had ever dreamt of, there was no way you were going to find a better fuck. Not even Hyunjin would make you feel like this.

Your walls clenching around him was enough to drive him over the edge, pulling out of you Minho came on your lower stomach.

The white streaks on your abdomen and the dazed look you wore was heaven, even though he felt like he committed the sin of ruining his angel. Pulling into his arms Minho kissed your cheek, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. It hadn't taken long for sleep to overtake you, cuddling into Minho you were too far away to even acknowledge the desperate, loving words he whispered to you, ones laced in sin. Even if that was the case you were conscious enough to know the gravity of the entire situation. There was no way you were getting over Lee Minho.

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[crossstitchbossbitch-blog]

Last week I listened to this whole audio book in one day.

It's fucking great, as soon as she mentioned family holidays and being banned from them, I laughed too hard and had to recommend the book to my family.

Fern notes that a holiday for most people is a welcome break from daily life; a chance to experience novelty and a shift from routine... whereas for an autistic person it's a nightmare: the stress of leaving one's comfort zone, the sensory hell of travel, a change in routine and location and sudden temperature change are all too jarring.

Fern Brady's line "my family came to the consensus that I was just an arsehole" made me cackle. Hard relate.

I'd ruined a good few family holidays to annoying hot places by being awkward and stressed with very real and disruptive gastrointestinal symptoms and a refusal to wear anything other than jeans and a hoodie.

My family just got on with it and let me sulk when it was safe, and more or less just chalked it up to being a teenager.

The whole book chronicles Fern Brady's life more or less to date, going over social encounters, relationships, experiences and struggles that have either been made or marred by her autistic self. I don't mean that in a judgemental/ ablist way, but taking the example of funding her time at university I will try and illustrate this in a clearer way.

Because of bullshit means tested funding and her rocky relationship with family - down to being "difficult" - she didn't get any money from them to live on at uni. She was unable to access any financial support at university, to the point of taking up sex work in a strip club. She had a good experience as a stripper, but this level of vulnerability (even as a highly intelligent, conventionally attractive cis white woman) was created in the most part by her neurodivergence.

No one wants to give students money for free, so of course the means to access financial support are obscure and complicated, as well as rigorous in their demands for evidence and timeliness. I currently work in higher education and whilst Fern went to a Scottish University in the 00s, a lot of her struggles would be covered by a "learning support plan" - but the path to getting such a plan attached to her student record requires Official Diagnosis, meetings, paperwork, and communicating effectively with institutional staff. All things an autistic person may have trouble achieving or conveying via an online form or email.

Another example is her observation that special interests can go unnoticed in women, when the object of their fixation is something socially acceptable. Fern recognises her special interests as often being her romantic partner. Of course a girl or woman talking only about their boyfriend is completely innocuous - no one would bat an eyelid at her enthusing over their partner's opinions or jokes. It's conforming to the role assigned to her by society.

I guess my general feeling is "oh fuck". I know relating to an account of the autistic lived experience isn't the same as a diagnosis but the amount of similarity is a bit unnerving. The overwhelming feeling that you're not getting anything right, where academia and following certain rules come easily, but social rules and living up to expectations wears you down to the point of breakdown and burnout.

I got a diagnosis of ADHD just over a year ago and I know that the symptoms can kind of obscure one another. I'm not ready to seek another diagnosis because of the stress and wait times and everything else going on in the world at the moment.

Brady's experience shows that self acceptance and welcoming therapy / diagnosis is definitely healthier, but actually getting there is a long and arduous journey. That road is littered with struggles and strife, all the while we're expected to keep up appearances and keep going, when something feels wrong, and shit keeps going wrong.

Brady's book does end with a bit of hope and positivity - but also with the understanding that it takes work to be hopeful and positive.

Ugh I dunno. I just enjoyed the book and wanted to shout about it, but it's left me with more questions than answers.

#neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #neurodiversity #adhd #autism #fern brady #actually autistic #good books #audiobook #relatable #argh #ugh #daily struggles #audhd #hnng

[firstumcschenectady]

“Shorts!?” based on James 2:8-13 and Mark 7:14-23

It was really hot, sort of like this past week, when I went to visit some parishioners in my first church. I was in my mid-20s, and very aware of my pastoral role, so I'd carefully purchased only knee length shorts. I wore them, because they were modest and it was hot out.

The couple I visited was in their 80s, kind and thoughtful, passionate gardeners with great stories to tell. Without malice or judgement one of them remarked on my shorts to the other, something along the lines of “I never thought I'd see the day that a pastor would wear shorts.”

It had not occurred to me until that exact moment that I was violating an expectation. It was HOT OUT, and they were LONG, and someone had told me not to be too frilly or people wouldn't trust me and.... most of all, I just didn't know that pastors were expected not to wear shorts.

As an FYI this also applied to sandals and sleeveless tops, where there were expectations of some that I didn't know about. Oddly enough, I'm willing to violate your expectations if you think I shouldn't show my toes or my upper arms, but I haven't gone visiting in shorts since that day!

Our passages today land us smack dab in the middle of purity conversations, and my experience of wearing shorts on a hot day seem like a decent example of how purity expectations change with time. There was a 60 year difference in ages between the faithful members of the church and the new pastor in that story, and we didn't have the same understanding of what “appropriate” attire was for a pastor in the summer. That's not exactly shocking. I have not experienced a time when women wore hats, gloves, and dresses to church while men wore suits, ties, and had handkerchiefs but I've heard about those times. I've heard about the transitions to making space for women to wear pants. For that couple, those transitions had happened during their live-times, and I was unfathomably casual. For me, finding shorts that were long enough to be “appropriate” was seriously challenging work – I was going against the grain of what I wanted to wear and what my friends wore for the sake of adapting to expectations, and I was embarrassed to learn it wasn't enough.

As I read the Gospel this week, and listened to a story about Jesus condemning kosher dietary laws, I thought to myself, “well, that's not likely to go back to Jesus. The decision to forego Jewish purity laws happened much later in Christian history. Jesus was Jewish, and he wouldn't have condemned a faithful expression of his own tradition.” So, I went to the Jesus Seminar so they could tell me how brilliant I am.

They didn't.

Instead, they said, “The aphorism – it's not what goes in but what comes out that defiles – is a categorical challenge to the laws governing pollution and purity. … As a simple aphorism, it may well go back to Jesus: it challenges the everyday, the inherited, the established, and erases social boundaries taken to be sacrosanct. If Jesus taught that there is nothing taken into the mouth that can defile, he was undermining a whole way of life. That, in the judgement of the Fellows, sounds like Jesus.”1 They did think the later explanation of all the sins was likely a creation of Mark, for what it is worth, which is pretty much nothing.

I am not exactly sure what to do with this now, because it has a problematic anti-Semitic feel to it, but also Jesus was Jewish and I think people within a group get to see its reform. I just think that we, as Christians, better be very careful about how we speak about such things.

So I'm going to move away from the kosher conversation, and further into the purity conversation. The Social Science Commentary on the Synoptic Gospels makes this really interesting. They say, “Purity practices are a form of group boundary markers. They define who is in and who is out. They draw lines between those who are loyal to a group and those who are not.... Redefinition of purity rules such as Mark describes here and in the preceding passage can thus be construed as a redefinition of group and its boundaries.”2

I hadn't even thought of that. I've been too busy being upset about the way that purity movements in my life-time are anti-sex, anti-female, homophobic, transphobic, and small-minded. I missed that they had a purpose.

If purity laws about defining the boundaries of who is in and who is out, well, first of all, a lot of things suddenly make more sense. Because that indicates that by drawing a line somewhere and thus excluding someone you can feel good about yourself and your self-righteousness, and well, I've seen that trick.

But also, if purity laws are about who is in and who is out then a whole lot of the Bible makes more sense. Because it turns out the word “neighbor” is also about who is in and who is out. Back to the Commentary, “Persons interacting positively with each other in in-group ways, even when not actual kin, become “neighbors.” The term refers to a social role with rights and obligations that derive simply from living socially close to others and interacting with them – the same village or neighborhood or party or faction. Neighbors of this sort are an extension of one's kin group.”3

OK, so the ancient world was obsessed with in group and out group thinking – not so different from how we are now. And the first level of in group was family, everything else balanced on family. So as the in-group expanded outward, it became about thinking about who counted as being “family like,” and neighbors were family-like, in no small part because their well-being was tied up with one's own.

But this is weird I fall in love with the Jesus movement all over again. Because we've got this purity thing going on, this drawing lines in the sand and excluding people from it, right? But then it turns out we include our families. And we include our neighbors. And then we have this Jesus who teaches centering on the question “Who is my neighbor?” and the answer ends up being the expected enemy, and that means everyone is your neighbor and there isn't an out group after all, just one big in-group and everyone's well being is interconnected.

This concept is why I use the language “kin-dom of God” where many others have used “kingdom of God.” Part of my decision there is to reject the idea that God is like an overbearing earthly king, interested in power and obedience. That part of my decision is ironic because the whole idea of “kingdom of God” is meant to be a counter to the idea of earthly power, but it seems to me we've gotten confused along the way, and it hasn't worked. The positive piece though, is that we are moving towards the kin-dom of God when all people are treated as kin, as family, as members of the in-group, as people whose well-being is interconnected.

Now, there is a challenge in this. One of the best ways to bind a group of people together in an identity is to define an us by defining a “them.” It is engaging to be “in” and we create an “in” by creating an out. It is harder to be without those purity boundaries. But it is worth it.

When I think about being a person of faith, the way I think about it is to be about moving with God towards the kindom, and hopefully inviting others with me along the way. Or, in similar language, I'm told one of my predecessors in this pulpit, J. Edward Carothers, talked about the purpose of church being “to establish and maintain connections of mutual support in an ever widening circle of concern.”

Ever widening circle of concern. Which might, even, be a circle of mercy. Our James reading ends with “mercy shouts victory over judgment.” I always have to remember that mercy is compassion shown to someone who it would be in one's power to punish or harm. In this phrasing it seems like the opposite of judgment. Judgment would be using one's power to punish or harm. But “Mercy shouts victory over judgment.” James is making a point common to the Bible – the ways we act and judge are the ways we will be treated and the ways we will be judged. Be merciful, he says, so you will receive mercy. Be merciful so mercy shouts victory over judgment.

May mercy be the way forward.

Compassion, when one holds the power over another.

Compassion.

Mercy.

Mercy shouts victory over judgment.

Ever widening circles of mercy.

Until the kindom comes.

Yes, God, yes, let's do it! Amen

1Robert W. Funk, Roy W. Hoover and the Jesus Seminar, The Five Gospels: What Did Jesus Really Say? (USA: HarperOne, 1993) 69.

2Bruce J. Malina and Richard L. Rohrbaugh Social-Science Commentary on the Synoptic Gospels (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2003) “Textual Notes: Luke 16:1-16” p. 176.

3Malina and Rohrbaugh, 373.

Rev. Sara E. Baron 

First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 

603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 

Pronouns: she/her/hers 

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September 10, 2023

#thinking church #progressive christianity #schenectady #fumc schenectady #umc #sorry about the umc #first umc schenectady #rev sara e baron #Shorts

[pallases]

losing it

#none of this even goes together 😭 you know what that’s iconic of him actually v true gennaro he’s so so cool #personal #i am FINALLY abt to finish this god #i can’t say it’s a favorite #heavily favors plot over character interaction & study #i can see why like it’s not a bad writing decision per se but it’s not quite my cup of tea #i prefer strong character focus #everyone in this is v flat #they all seem more like plot devices than actual characters #also it tries to be suspenseful but doesn’t entirely pull it off a lot of the time imo #like it’s Really obvious exactly what’s going to happen at least until the end at which point it becomes more unpredictable #but this impression may be in part bc my brother compared it to illminae levels of suspense and. it is definitely not there #so i had expectations that may be marring my judgement #i do also think i would have enjoyed it more if i didn’t know sm abt it already? like there ARE several parts where the suspense is pulled #off well but even those didn’t do much for me bc i’m already familiar w them from my brother’s rambling #which is not the fault of the book at all #it’s just my own issue #and it was p slow for a good while in the middle which is why it took me so long to get through #but i really liked both the beginning and the end #it speeds up a lot in the last hundred pages or so #and the beginning was super intriguing all around i loved it #SO. yeah it has its merits and i can def see why other people like it (i did love the theoretical musings and hard science aspects of it!) #and i did really like studying the themes prevalent throughout #but overall not a favorite #still going to read the lost world at some point tho bc my ap lit teacher said it’s much better (though he does also love the first) and my #brother agrees that it’s better written despite his sentimental feelings toward the first #but i’m definitely going to read smth else in between probably mi & les mis

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༊*·˚ I feel like Aquarius placements are easily very misunderstood from my experience. It seems like people like projecting their own ideas and views on them? (Especially Aquarius Moons)

༊*·˚ Like a lot of Aquarius placements have experienced people trying to control them or change them which makes them rebel even more. They don't like authority because they are that ˗ˏˋauthority ´ˎ˗

𓅸 Also Aquarius placements since traditionally ruled by Saturn had to learn to grow up very young which makes them seem very "aloof" because they may fear getting close to people, trust is very important for them. They choose their friends wisely which I really admire. They may have a lot of pals but do you truly know them? They have a lot of depth.

༊*·˚ I feel like Cancer placements are also misunderstood quite often. A lot of Cancer placements really do not fit the stereotype. Cancer placements tend to provide very safe place energy which makes them quite alluring but could also attract people who just vent and dump things on them and expect them to take "care" of it.

𓅸 Cancer placements are also EXTREMELY loyal from my experience.

༊*·˚ Also Cancer placements are actually a lot more confrontational than given credit for. Their fierce cardinal side especially activates when a friend or loved one is getting mistreated... don't mess with their loved ones.

𓅸 When Aries and Taurus energy is in a chart it makes someone extremely independent. These people rely on themselves and their own resources, though they may have the tendencies to be quite stubborn. It makes someone loyal and bold.

༊*·˚ Libra Venuses have really precious energy.. like they can make you feel extremely loved so easily they just have this ability to do so. They hate anything unfair like these are the type of people that have good judgement which makes them really good at selecting partners, they want the best for themselves.

𓅸 Therefore, If a Libra Venus doesn't like you it's probably because of a fair reason rather than a petty one.

༊*·˚ Pisces Venuses tend to have have really magical talents, seriously.. A lot of Pisces Venuses are gifted with artistic abilities like drawing especially since a young age.

𓅸 Pisces Venuses are also incredibly selfless, they will sacrifice themselves for the greatest good. They also have sparkly cute eyes. Though they can get obsessive when they love something a lot.

༊*·˚ Wanna piss an Aries mercury off? Don't get to the point and blabber. These people don't play around.. get to the point with them or don't talk to them.

𓅸 They are people of the truth and loyalty so fakeness and lies is also an instant turn off.

༊*·˚ Cancer Venuses / 4h Venuses are very very alluring and inviting. These people just have a lot of love to give, they give me mom energy with how much they care however this can make them a bit guarded because they know not everyone deserves their love and they may have learned this the hard way. It also tends to be hard for them to let go of partners.

༊*·˚ People with a Scorpio Juno / 8th house Juno needs someone who is only about them and only them. These are the type of people who won't settle for less yet they may stay in a relationship that isn't good for them because of their fixed nature. They are very good at detecting lies and unloyalty in partners with intuition.

༊*·˚ I feel like Scorpio mars people radiate "don't fuck with me" energy. Like wronging a Scorpio mars is like asking to be in despair from my pov. These people are really all about the truth and even if they can control their anger well, they are not the type to spare anyone who fucked up feelings. They are very protective of themselves and will bite if they have to. It's really admirable but may gather love- hate reactions from people.

𓅸 Since Mars can indicate what you attract.. they may attract obsessive and intense people.

༊*·˚ Scorpio placements / 8th house energies tend to like and benefit for having strong boundaries since they need to protect their energy. Also these people are prone to gathering jealousy from others so a tip from me is never tell people your plans before you do them, unless you are sure they are trustworthy. (Especially Suns in 8th)

༊*· Scorpio placements & Venus- Pluto individuals also tend to have very captivating eyes especially the risings, don't even get me started on Scorpio Venuses they are just so.. bewitching.. literally.. This can also get people obsessed with their looks or them in general.

༊*· It's not said often how logical and intelligent libra mercuries / 7th house mercuries are. I trust them a lot when it comes to judgement, they are the type to listen to all sides of the story and they aren't all about sticking to one thing they will listen to everything to get to a good conclusion on something.

𓅸 They are also quite persuasive because of this. It's hard to hear bullshit from them. If a libra mercury / 7th house mercury is interested in law school / being a lawyer.. they surely will do good.

༊*· Water placements can have a Sirene energy to them.. like they attract people who tend to be emotionally unavailable? I feel like water placements have this really healing energy which can attract people who want to take advantage of it.

༊*· Simple ways to find out how you are attractive to others in Astrology

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𓅸 Look at your Venus sign in the Venus persona chart. This can show an in-depth explanation on how you attract others.

𓅸 What others will find attractive about you right away & by first impression is by your ascendant in the Venus persona chart.

𓅸 Asteroid Aura (1488) can represent the lovely energy you give off to others and why they are drawn to you.

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༊*· Scorpio Mercuries / 8th house mercuries may be quite reserved / shy in real life, but holds a lot of intense thoughts to themselves. The type of people who holds their tongue but when needed may sting. They also don't like being questioned or invaded in anyway, they're very private.

༊*· Taurus suns are one of the most respectful people ever and they always hold their own morals till the end. I don't see them as stubborn more so devoted to their own causes.

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༊*· I studied people with high sex appeal and immense attraction and a lot had;

if you don't have any of these it does not imply the opposite, it's quite complex to determine attraction so these are just some patterns I've noticed repeatedly.

✧ ˗ˏˋ Prominent Venus - Mars ´ˎ˗

✧ ˗ˏˋVenus - Jupiter ´ˎ˗ was extremely prominent and common.

✧ ˗ˏˋPisces moons ´ˎ˗ (It was like one of the top prominent ones too)

✧ ˗ˏˋLibra mars ´ˎ˗

✧ ˗ˏˋ Pisces mars & Water mars ´ˎ˗

✧ ˗ˏˋGemini energy ´ˎ˗

✧ ˗ˏˋ Venus - Pluto´ˎ˗ (Especially Square & harsh aspects)

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༊*· If you wanna know the energy you give off to the public look at planets & signs at your 10th house but also look at the ruler of the 10th house.

Ex; Someone with 10th ruler in 10th may give off Capricorn energy to others.

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༊*· Where Saturn is located in your chart is where you will have to learn strict lessons in order to achieve your best potential.

Ex; Saturn in 6th may constantly change their routine & life-style until they find one that fits them properly.

༊*· Capricorn placements have a very good way of knowing what to do at the given moment, which can make them placed in a leader position even if they didn't ask for it.

༊*· A Capricorn placement will not follow through something unless they thought through it unless they are in a position of stress.

༊*· Virgo risings have the best fashion taste.. there I said it. Obviously I don't say this without proper reason.

༊*· Where Virgo is in your chart is where you are the most analytical and perhaps picky and may have perfectionist tendencies at! Virgo risings pick closely on what to wear and how to present themselves, meaning they can have very well put together fashion / clothing like they will put together small things like bracelets & accessories.

༊*· Virgo in 2nd individuals could be picky with what they buy. Netherless, they look great in whatever they buy.

༊*· People with Taurus in the 2nd house tend to keep bought items for long period of times! They may buy expensive stuff but keep it for long periods of time!

༊*· People with Cancer / Moon in 10th may get attached to their reputation and how they are seen, in a negative manifestation could get attached to validation.

༊*· An Aries Venus will never hesitate to tell the honest truth about their opinions! If you want suger-coating don't go to an Aries Venus.

༊*· Capricorn risings have this really mature beauty to them. Like a beauty that was sculpted perfectly. Also they have really nice teeth and smiles.

༊*· Pluto in 3rd individuals may have hard time suger-coating things. It's either the blunt truth or they stay quiet.

༊*· Sagittarius risings & Pisces risings may find themselves getting lucky out of situations they could have even gotten themselves in, since they are ruled by Jupiter.

༊*· Gemini placements run by stimulation. These are the type of people to accidentally forget to text back for days or hours because they got distracted, which could make it hard for them to make firm bonds as they like sticking with their primary friends who they already find stimulating.

༊*· Mutable Venuses (Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, Pisces.) tend to have an open mind & type when it comes to partners.

༊*· Cardinal Venuses (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn) tend to have high standards or at least they will never try to settle for less, could be a bit bossy in love. They are loyal when they find their right match.

༊*· One thing I noticed about feminine energies with Gemini placements is that they can be quite seductive, like they can pull everybody left and right especially Gemini Venuses. They may find it hard to be friends with people who don't have a crush on them after a bit.

༊*· Gemini Venuses / 3rd house Venuses tend to have a very fun energy to be around, they can be quite refreshing to be around. Conversations with them never get boring when they like you, so if they're being dry.. perhaps they are not so into you.

༊*· Cancer mercuries can be quite blunt with their words from what I've noticed. They'll speak from true emotion and call you out.

༊*· Virgo placements have very sensitive stomachs, so be careful with what you digest.. Especially Virgo mars placements.

༊*· Virgo mercuries have a very.. intellectual alluring way of making conversation? Like the way they put together stuff.. like they can say the most random stuff and somehow make it make sense;

༊*· Since they analyze everything.. if needed in a worst case scenarios they can use what they analyzed about you to hurt your ego.

༊*· Scorpio moons feel a range of very powerful emotions, they feel an intensity that could over-whelm them. It's important they take care of their mental health and well-being. Which is why they love the hardest, however I've noticed patterns where they can get jealous quite easily and they may struggle loosing control over things as having control over things could be a coping mechanism.

༊*· Scorpio moons are also quite observant of their environment and what goes on around them.. they can figure out people's intentions quite easily.

༊*· Sagittarius moons have the best sense of humor, they may use their own emotional experiences to make jokes as well. Even if they are in an extremely low state, they would try to cheer up everyone else around them instead of focusing on themselves at that moment.. because they're selfless like that.

༊*· Leo Venuses can't stand disloyalty, it's one of their biggest turns off. Since they give so much love they expect it as well. Inconsistency is a very big turn off for them.

༊*· People with Aquarius energy in the ascendant persona chart may find themselves getting copied by people, this is because of their originality in the way they present themselves.

༊*· Your rising sign shows how you view the world so your perception.

༊*· Pisces risings may feel like the world could be a better helpful more selfless place, they easily feel drained by the world. They also tend to idealize things like romanticizing things. A lot like fairy aesthetics.

༊*· 9th house ruler can tell you what type of school or area in life you're interested in diving in deep in studying & researching.

༊*· 9th house ruler in 7th may be interested in law school.

༊*· Taurus moons find special comfort in beautiful surroundings and comfortable areas. A Taurus moon will get in a really bad mood if they feel any sort of discomfort. They may like nature.

༊*· Neptune in the 10th house may attract copy-cats, they may also change their identity that's visible to the public.. like changing usernames & aesthetics & etc. People tend to idolize them a lot as well.

༊*· Neptune in the 9th house may change their legal name or a prefer a different name. They may like nick-names. Usually secretive about where they come from & roots.

༊*· Neptune in the 4th house individuals at some point may get curious about their roots & family ancestry but may have a hard time finding information about it.

༊*· Scorpio risings tend to attract people who either get absolutely obsessed with them and follow them blindly or attract hate reactions from people with no reason, it tends to stem from jealousy as well. This is because the ascendant is how you are perceived. Scorpio risings may find themselves getting rumored about.

༊*· Earth energy tends to be very unbothered, to piss of an Earth dominant person you’d have to really do something wrong.

༊*· Air placements & Sagittarius placements often have a hard time concentrating because of their attention span.

༊*· Pisces degree in the midheaven may find themselves having people assume wrong things about them like idealistic expectations.

༊*· Sagittarius placements can be quite spiritual. Fire placements tend to run on passion, loosing motivation tends to mess with them a lot.

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[volterran-wine]

Lionheart || Felix (HC)

Requested by Anonymous: "Hey gorgeous! I just wanted to ask if your headcanon requests were back open. If they are, could you possibly do one about Felix? I don't have any particular topic in mind, so I guess you can do with it what you will. I just love the Deadly Daddy™. Thank you, m'goddess! 💞 - 🪱"

Greetings dear Worm!Anon, good to see you have crawled your way to my blog. I decided to write some headcanons about how Felix is in fact not as terrifying as he might appear, and how he feels about some of the negative aspects of his job. I hope these headcanons about our Deadly Daddy™ is to your liking. 🖤

!Warnings! Mentions of Felix' time as a gladiator, which very much was a form of slavery; so if you are sensitive to any topics that can be related back to that - Be warned.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

Felix is one of the oldest coven members to remain within The Volturi today, besides the royals only him and Chelsea were turned before the infamous year 0. Because of that Felix has seen both the good, bad and the ugly when it comes to The Volturi's mission and purpose. Even when it comes to humans he feels like he has seen the worst of what this world can offer, but Felix is ever hopeful for a better future; it's the only thing he can do. No matter how much strife and adversity he has gone through, he has always done it painting his own code of honour.

He grew up in one of the most turbulent times imaginable; the multiple civil wars and unrests that followed the end of the roman republic, Julius Caesar's dictatorship and assassination, the following war that was fought to avenge Ceasar's death and finally the last battle between Octavian and Cleopatra with Mark Antony at her side, all before Felix was 23 years old and already a gladiator that was meant to entertain the masses with brutal combat.

As I have mentioned Felix was put into a gladiator school by his family, he was exceptionally tall and with the right training he ended up as one of the most intimidating looking guys out there. His legacy as a gladiator was secured when he outlived the normal life expectancy, most gladiators died between 19 and 25; Felix was now 30 and quite tired of the life he was leading.

One of Felix's clear memories from his human life was how he would have a fellow gladiator hold on to his thigh as they prepared for death, the crowd screaming "Lugula!" (Kill Him) as he readied himself to drive a sword through the other mans neck. Just waiting for the decision to be made for him by an 'Editor', Felix remembers feeling he was not born for this type of violence, this so called "entertainment". He was very relieved when he got out.

When Caius and Aro found him he was hesitant, but the promises of freedom was too great; and at the end of the day Felix found more purpose leading the covens fighters alongside Caius than he ever had in the arena's.

He has been known as "The Executioner" since The Volturi officially tore down The Romanians, infamously among the few vampires who lived to tell the tale. Many would speak of how he had been the one to conduct all the beheadings as his kings demanded it. Through the ages he has been feared as one of The Volturi's strongest and most calculated fighters, if you go hand to hand with Felix you will lose your life in the process.

What I am trying to convey is that Felix is a man whose life has been marred by great violence, most of it out of his control. And while people may call him a violent brute if they do not know him, they don't see the Felix who is exceptionally honourable and a safe place to go to for his fellow coven members.

Felix may just be the least judgemental vampire out there, and will sit down and have an indepth talk with any recruit he gets paired with as a mentor; because he knows how much baggage a vampire can hold on to for hundreds of years from their human lives. Many people tend to forget that a lot of vampires did not see their turning as something positive, most vampires did not have the choice. Felix is one of the few people in Volterra who did.

There is no maliciousness within Felix, he will always strive to do the right thing, and that has even got him into certain spats with Caius whom he respects greatly; but his general has always told him to be honest so he will make damn sure even his general isn't an exception to the rule.

He is exceptionally brave and has on multiple occasions thrown himself between a coven member and certain death in order to protect them. His bravery and warm heart has made sure that he has a stellar reputation among The Volturi; Afton affectionately (or jokingly if you asked Afton) calls him 'Lord Lionheart'

Felix is in fact the best person to come to for advice or just comfort, he has seen so much of life; both mortal and immortal. He will not judge or ridicule, the only goal is to make sure that the people around him feel taken care of an seen.

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[ivesambrose]

Pick a gif which tugs at your heart and/or evokes a long lost memory or a dream. 💙

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You've prayed for them, manifested them into your life. You've asked and received.

They've broken tradition in some way. Either in their family, social group/community or they will be the one who breaks your usual type.

A very good listener. Has a penetrative gaze, their facial expressions are actually very emotive. You'd actually find it fascinating.

Anytime they're stressed they'll go and take a walk or be out in nature. They gather inspiration from there as well. They value they quiet time but they also work well with others. They know several people likely but trust very few. Probably have this same set of close friends for the past several years. They don't really open up easily but their aura is comforting. Pretty non judgemental and grounded.

A leader / has latent leadership qualities in a group setting. (can have a strong Aries or Mars influence in them)

Might be into puzzles, board games, putting things together.

Experimental and changes their look often. But they pull it off brilliantly.

Looks really good in red and / or white.

Strong morals, strong sense of right and wrong. They could be going through something but it's not easily visible on their face. Could have an air rising (gemini, libra or aquarius) or can keep a poker face.

Very attractive. Since they do change their appearance often they have definitely bleached their hair at one point. Fair skin with a sun-kissed glow / tan to them. Broad - strong shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Might have played sports or is good at sports. This is someone who learns things relatively quick given how attentive they are.

I'm tempted to say they have daddy vibes. Yes even if they identify as female. They have the BDE.

Ambivert but leaning a little more towards the introvert side. However in social settings they do handle things well given their confidence regardless of how shy they can be. However once you get to know them they'd be very quirky and funny around you. The kind to randomly do a weird tik tok challenge but for you/close friends/cuz they felt like it and not the camera

Cinematography, cinema, editing, photography.

Well travelled, street smart and knowledgeable.

They love hoarding knowledge, you'd be surprised.

You'll meet them when you leave a place/location or situation that's been causing you stress and giving you more anxiety and repression than peace and progress. Highly likely during travel or once you've relocated to some place.

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Sensual. So damn sensual and captivating. They look unreal sometimes honestly it's intimidating.

Something about their voice is downright so enchanting and sexy. You can't help but feel attracted to them, it's almost annoying how drawn you feel. (possible lilith rising, could have scorpio and taurus or capricorn placements) I mean I wouldn't be surprised if they sing, have an asmr channel, are a speaker, spokesperson or representative etc

Very dreamy, rather spiritual as well. They definitely have faith in something that they feel is above them. They seem a little prone to really vivid dreams as well as nightmares. Might even be a bit clairvoyant or Clairsentient.

Secure in their business and career might own a business actually. Thing is there is a lot of goals they want to accomplish. But they're not the kind to stall it, they actively go for it. They don't care, they'll achieve it. Especially if you tell them that they can't, then they definitely will. However their ambitions aren't the shallow kind, they really do want to leave a mark or simply express themselves for how they are on the inside.

Either they look like a complete softie, care bear, mom friend or they look like a siren or what Christian Grey thought he was or they have the aura Eric Draven had in The Crow or Maleficent carries. There's no in between. They switching positions like that Ariana song.

They have the most kissable lips.

Highly likely have tattoos because they love the sensation of getting inked.

Tall, lean, Dark hair, dark eyes, beauty spots, really nice hands. Look really good in every shade of blue and green, black (definitely black) and even certain floral or geometric prints. They may also like wearing accessories a lot.

For some reason I saw a crown.

Emotional and intense, they need a creative outlet of expression or they shut down. Like, I kid you not they need to at least once completely lose themselves in something then come home and pass out on the sofa.

Expect a lot of thoughtful random gifts and display of affections from them. They're a bit possesive, I almost feel they can be a little bratty but oh when they look at you, they have eyes only for you. Talking to them is finding a best friend from a life you have no knowledge of but yet it feels right.

Sincere

Trust

Romantic

Passionate

Beach baby / loves the water. Doesn't really like the cold as much.

They may have a pet? They seem to be very good with animals.

You'd meet them when you feel really good about yourself, you'd be really feeling yourself or would have achieved something. Making travel plans or setting your next goals it might even be night. It'll feel perfect actually, right it happened at the right time. You'd be getting signs though but I feel you'd be preparing yourself for other exciting stuff to take proper note of them and boom it happens.

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An explorer, a seeker, a student who wants to keep learning, keep being a ray of sunshine in everyone's life.

They seek their soul family/found family or would really want a family of their own someday. Very good with kids likely or at most, very patient with different types of people.

Honestly if they were a Pokémon they'd be bulbasaur.

Regardless of their age they're very youthful, the inner child is intact.

They might dress very vintage or old school. Very laid back actually. Also something about walking barefeet on wooden floors came up. They look they belong in a old photograph / polaroid almost. I'm not getting much on their looks besides they look like they belong in a painting or old polaroid. They feel like home, they feel like laying in a field and relishing the golden hour, they feel the the type whose hand you'd hold and run off with. Red and browns are definitely their color, they pull of the muted tones really well. (almost thought of Taylor Swift's Willow music video)

Might have a strong aquarius and capricorn influence in their chart as well.

Their upbringing may not have been in the best conditions but they've worked very hard or are working very hard to improve their quality of life or give back to their family in some way. In some way they've turned their life around. They did a full 180. Crazy.

Deep voice. Warm whispers.

Honey in tea.

Carnations, lilies and red grapes.

They'd like to celebrate the little victories in their life with you. They get happy over the simple things so much, I can just feel my heart melt because of this person and their smile. They're so affectionate and kind and it's making me tear up almost. Wow.

Also they smell really nice. Flowery notes maybe?

They love touching foreheads.

Might play an instrument or paint.

Honestly, I kid you not. They feel straight out of a fantasy book. The closest characters I can think of is Westley from Princess Bride, Aurora from Maleficent and Belle from Beauty and the beast.

You'll likely meet them when you've shut out something toxic in your life. You may not even be looking for love, this might be after a break up even, you may even be escaping a situation or be away from a gathering and be around New people / faces you aren't as familiar with when this happens. Your anxiety will ease around this person. You might even had a passing thought or dream of this scenario before it happens but you'll brush off the thought thinking that isn't possible or something, then you'll be in for a surprise regardless.

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[moonbaby26]

Title: Growing Love

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki returns to Asgard and is confronted by his mother Frigga and her accurate suspicions on his newfound interest in Midgard. While you witness the completion of the building erected for you and Loki by the villagers, followed by his return back to you in the night.

Warnings: None this chapter. Just fluff! First Loki and his mental sparring with Frigga who loves him, and then some well deserved cuddling with you who is also starting to.

Chapters: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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A few days ago, Asgard

Loki emerged from the light, now back home before the bifrost immediately closed once more. The smug smile remained on his face as your last question still played through his mind. He knew that nickname he’d given you wouldn’t be something you’d let go of anytime soon. In fact, he counted on it. Something to distract and occupy you for the coming weeks until he could return.

It may be selfish of course. But if you were becoming stuck in his mind this often, he had to make sure he wasn’t the only one now having to suffer. Though there was something rewarding about getting to hide you away still. Even if he knew the arrangement in the village would come to light eventually, potentially making these trips to your realm far more problematic.

The sooner he could find an alternate route to Midgard to bypass the bifrost and Heimdall entirely, the better. He could not allow all his future ability to see you to become solely dependent on Odin’s whims.

Whatever the Allfather would think of these risks now being taken though, Loki truly did not care. But historically, whatever he’d most desired always ended up taken away from him in one way or another. Or even worse, absorbed into the limitless well of good fortune that seemed to follow Thor like a miasma. So he had to prepare for that, plan for it really.

Of course, you didn’t seem the type to fall apart so easily over just some long blonde hair and an oversized set of muscles. But Loki had lost count ages ago of how many times he’d still ended up with the short end of the stick whenever his brother had entered any situation. Parading you before Thor wan’t something he was willing to chance just yet either.

No, he had to consider both his father and brother now as threats to these new emotions he was still trying to define. It likely shouldn’t be so, but somehow it always was. They always got in his way.

And as Loki now strode forward, his appearance only shifted to that of a standard royal guard, wishing for a more discreet entrance back into the palace after so many hours away. He had let the adorations of those mortals delay him far more than expected.

But the feel of sitting at the head of that mead hall with you at his side had hit him in such a strange way as well. A fleeting taste which had caused him to linger even further there as he’d fantasized about sitting similarly content on Asgard’s throne one day.

That dream of seizing his birthright was nothing new of course, yet the difference was now the addition of you in that mental image. He wanted you there so suddenly, with loyalty and pride radiating from you for all the court to see. He needed you to want to be his, to be willing to do whatever necessary to defy Asgard’s enemies in his name.

And even now, those thoughts brought a flare of desire that he could not act on. Frustrating as it was, he knew he had to maintain some semblance of patience. Heimdall’s silent stare of judgement didn’t even rile him to speaking either as the still disguised Loki passed silently by the gatekeeper.

He was bold enough to change appearance right in front of Heimdall, yes. But he also knew that until he crossed the line of actually doing something which broke Asgardian law, Heimdall would still keep what he had seen to himself. Travel to Midgard was not yet forbidden after all.

But Heimdall’s current courtesy of silence would only go so far as to delay the inevitable. The clock was still ticking on this secret and Loki knew it.

And unlike Midgard that had still been fully night, dawn was now just breaking in Asgard as Loki made his way back into the palace. The sparse guards he did encounter, he only gave little mocking salutes to. Still in the guise of one of them as he’d mimicked their own protocols before he’d turned the corner into the next corridor and ended up at the massive doors to his own living quarters.

So close to being able to hide himself back away for a few moments before the palace fully awakened, he had just placed his palms on the ornate, golden door handles when a sudden sound made him still completely.

“Good morning, son.” The placid voice called to him from nothing as his mother Frigga only materialized directly behind him.

And there was just that smallest moment of fear inside him. Just the length of a heartbeat before he’d turned smoothly to face her, his own magic dissolving to remove his disguise as excuses bubbled readily to his mind.

Of course he was still in the same armor from all those hours before, the muck of that mortal village even still marring the soles of his boots as he offered her an easy smile. “Well...how long have you been waiting here, Mother?”

Yet she responded just as simply, a gentle look in her eyes. “Not long at all really. I suppose I have good timing.”

But he was still searching, examining her body language for any hint of her actual intention. How much did she know? “I suppose that you do. Have Father and dear brother yet returned triumphant from Alfheim then?” No, he doubted that. The halls would not be near as peaceful if so.

“No. They have not.” She only answered. “...But that is exactly why I thought you may wish to speak to me now while whatever we discuss can still be kept relatively private.”

And there it was. He felt that slight bit of tension in his chest as he weighed his options in quick succession. The foundation with you still wasn’t fully laid, he needed more time to secure things. Even though he trusted Frigga, she and the Allfather went hand in hand in the end. She would not lie to her husband if pressed.

And Odin may forbid this odd new relationship outright, fearing some insult to Poseidon no doubt. If that foreign, Olympian king fully knew that the Asgardian god of mischief was now digging his claws greedily into his youngest daughter without permission, it could easily become a full blown scandal.

Loki hadn’t even bothered to investigate if you were betrothed to anyone in your own kingdom or not either. He did not care. He was a prince and would take whatever he wanted.

Though he knew it better to reveal nothing of you to his own family just yet, he also knew that if he offered Frigga too little in return, she would only step up her efforts to investigate on her own. Motherly concern and all, endearing at times, highly troublesome at others. He’d let her feel as if she had pried a little out of him at least as he played along. “And what is it that we should need to discuss so privately, Mother?” Loki asked calmly at last.

Yet she only smiled, surprising him a little still as she took his arm. “Come. Walk with me. You needn’t play such games. A mother knows when her son is enamored.”

He scoffed, though still letting himself be led as they did begin to walk. The halls were still empty enough this early in the morning for their words to not be easily overheard. “Is that what you think this all about? I think you’re confusing me with that manchild of yours for once.”

“Loki,” Frigga only chided. “It is not weakness to admit such feelings. And yes, for your brother that is an all too frequent cycle. He is not yet mature enough for his relationships to be anything but passing frivolity. But you are different. Which is why it becomes all the more noticeable when it finally does happen. Do not waste breath to deny it.”

He raised his eyebrows, never missing when she did offer even the slightest criticism of Thor. But he was still quick to downplay her insinuation about your importance. “Yet you act as if it has never happened for me before. Just because I’ve been more focused on honing my sorcery skills the last several years, it doesn’t mean I haven’t had my share of frivolity as you call it, Mother.”

But Frigga just gave him a disapproving look then. “Do not be crude just to try and shorten this conversation. There is a clear difference between solely that kind of physical interaction you speak of, and this distraction that has now carried you back to Midgard more than three times now. And you know the significance of the number three in so many of the rituals and rights I have taught you, it-”

“No.” He cut in abruptly. That was the line. If she was trying to say this was already something now beyond his control, something fated, he fully rejected that notion. “I don’t follow the predetermined, Mother. And you know I never want to hear whatever future you’ve seen for me. I will make my own.”

But the queen of Asgard was not one to back down either, responding just as strongly, “And all a witch can see is the possible outcomes, not the one that will truly be. I would never curse you with the burden of such knowledge, even if I were sure. But don’t patronize me to act as if nothing has changed for you. I came here to offer you my help, Loki. If you ever wish to make whoever you have chosen legitimate in the Allfather’s eyes, to actually bring them here one day, you will not be able to do it alone. I hope you understand that.”

“Mother...” He couldn’t help but pause to look in her eyes again, as unexpected as that offer really was. Yet he so quickly grabbed onto the possible other meaning as well in her concern. “You say ‘legitimate’ almost as if I was considered the true heir again. After all, who the future king of Asgard could court would be awfully more important than whoever just a prince would choose, correct? Of course, I suppose a marriage that one day joined Asgard and Midgard would also be significantly more impressive politically than say Thor and Sif, or whoever the Hel he’s galavanting around with these nights...”

She gave him a little hit on the arm at that. Of course he knew she hated whenever he mocked whoever his brother’s current fancy was. But she still just continued. “What should be important to you is finding the person that makes you happy, regardless of their own station. That is the future I want for both my sons. Whichever of you should one day hold the throne.”

Of course she still refused to admit Father’s favoritism that Loki saw all too well. He straightened up a little, that real sincerity in him burning through then. “But it will be me, Mother. I will prove myself worthy to Father, worthy of the throne. One way or another.”

And he hated that sympathetic look in her eyes, even though the real warmth was still there as she answered. “And I still say you’ll be far happier when you focus on yourself rather than chasing the Allfather’s approval. He already loves you both, just as I do.”

That was all he could handle for now, as he took her hand gently, bowing to her slightly before he kissed it. “No, he does not love as unequivocally as you do, Mother. But I do thank you for that. I will consider your offer. Yet I think it is still too early just yet.”

And as he straightened back up, he could see she at least accepted this. She would not dig any further into his visits to Midgard just yet. But he’d only bought additional time for just so long he was sure.“I’m going back to my quarters for a brief rest now.” He told her. “But if you need me any further today, you will find me in the throne room. Where I belong.”

Until Odin and Thor returned from Alfheim, this would be his privilege. His days would be spent hearing any grievances of the kingdom, presiding over council meetings, casting decisions on any changes to security measures, and standing as the head of all the remaining soldiers here for Asgard’s defense.

But at night...at night he’d return to his chambers. And laying there alone, surely that would be when he’d pass the remaining time awake thinking of you. Thinking and hoping that those mortals would hurry up and complete that room and bed for you both.

Whatever they built would still not be to his standards he was sure. But until you could truly lay in his own bed beneath him in Asgard, he would have to accept the compromise of a little hovel of a den for you both in Midgard.

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Midgard, several weeks later

The days passed so slowly for you. You now divided your time between your normal duties monitoring the oceans, and taking that form of the osprey, flying to visit the little village in the north that Loki had claimed for you both.

Never before had you spent so much time around mortals to be honest. And at first you’d still taken every possible measure to remain hidden from their sight. But eventually, that effort grew too tiresome.

After a while, you didn’t stay so high in the trees any longer. Yourself curious to be true, and watching as step by step they’d raised the timbers to begin building that structure Loki had requested.

You still stayed just out of their reach surely, but you didn’t fly away anymore when you saw them take notice of you. They’d even greet you quite frequently now, just calling you that nickname Loki had given you which they thought your real name. Kærr.

Especially the children. Whenever they moved out into the forest to play or gather freshwater from the nearby stream you’d also now discovered, they always giggled and called to you as they ran along beneath.

You’d even noticed that they gradually seemed to stray farther and farther from the village than they had in the beginning. As if your presence alone gave them confidence of their safety. It was such an odd sense of responsibility. One you weren’t quite sure you were ready for just yet.

The days were growing shorter too, the nights far colder by the time they finally finished that building. And as Loki had suggested, it was still quite small. Like a one room cabin really. Though they’d made quite a show of asking for your approval on it, you didn’t know what you were supposed to really do. They seemed to take your silence as a positive at least before they’d left again saying you could now summon your “master” and they would leave him to his privacy in the new dwelling.

You’d still waited until it was late at night though, knowing most the mortals would now be sleeping before you’d finally landed, changing back to the form of a woman as you’d walked to take a closer look at the building in the dim moonlight.

They’d built this also far enough from the village, here in the deeper woods that they could not stumble accidentally back upon it unless they really meant to. So you weren’t afraid of being seen as you’d walked the perimeter curiously.

It seemed sturdy enough. Quaint, but somehow inviting. And as you moved back towards the door, you realized they’d also listened to Loki’s criticism on their village’s carvings needing to be changed to reflect their new protector.

You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized well that likeness as you now ran your fingers across the rises and falls carved into the wood. The cape, the outlines of armor, the horned helmet...

But the real surprise was his pose, one arm bent, raised near level with his chest. And there perched upon that arm, was a bird of prey. You. Looking far more regal than you ever really had right to be you were sure.

There was a mix of mild embarrassment and a strange amusement that rose in you as you took the whole image in. It was quite possibly the only likeness anyone had ever made for you in the mortal realm. And paired with Loki no less.

Eros’ words carried on your heart still as you finally opened the door to venture inside. You knew Eros couldn’t be wrong, not on this subject. But it didn’t seem like it should be true either. How could you be falling in love when you didn’t even know the real meaning of the word? When you’d only had such fleeting meetings with this man?

The little bit of moonlight barely penetrated the inside of the dwelling and you just left the door open to not fully smother the light as you walked in onto the rough wooden floors. Though they’d laid down some rugs as well as your feet found them.

The furniture was sparse and simple, though maybe still the best of what they had to be truthful. A couple chairs, a small table, a chest for belongings, and of course a bed.

There were candles, but you had nothing to light them with as you now sat down on the empty bed. It was certainly a far cry from the large and extravagant bedding in your father’s palace.

But for someone who could just as easily sleep to the rocking of the waves or the silence of the deeper depths, a makeshift mattress stuffed with wool, moss, or who really knew what, really wasn’t a problem.

It was so quiet too. You laid down on your back, just to get the feeling of it as you stared up at the beams which arched into the ceiling. It reminded you most of the beams inside the hull of a ship, which was likely little coincidence. The ancestors of these people were all seafarers.

Idly, you wondered too if Loki had ever been to sea. You knew from those books you’d read that Asgard had waters of its own. But did he feel comfortable on the water? Did he ever sail? Did he swim? And maybe more importantly, would he ever swim with you?

You closed your eyes, thinking what it could be like to show him things he’d never seen before. Would he feel as good under the water as he did above it? Would he ever visit your own kingdom?

Of his own family, all you really knew was the tension and seeming competition between he and his brother. Would any of your own siblings be impressed by him though? Surprised surely. You’d never brought anyone to the palace before. Maybe one day...

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You thought you were only dreaming. Because it wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before. Especially in the long stretches between seeing one another. That scent of him, the feel of his cool skin against your own, albeit only making you feel heated as you breathed in deeper.

It wasn’t until you felt that lightest kiss on the back of your neck that your eyes fluttered open. Laying on your side on the bed, as your vision focused you noticed the door to the cabin was now closed. That and a single candle newly lit, flickering dimly on the small table just a few feet away.

You’d fallen asleep at some point. For how long was unclear. But you were absolutely no longer alone.

“Hello, Kærr.” Loki’s voice came in an almost taunting whisper, using that nickname again.

You were startled, but you didn’t hesitate, rolling over immediately to then be face to face with him in the shifting candlelight.

The glint of his teeth met you as he smiled in amusement. But whatever harsh words you may have thought he still deserved, they didn’t come as you’d also noticed his bare chest now nearly against you.

You had to glance down to realize he wasn’t nude however. But dressed solely in a dark pair of pants as he laid so closely beside you.

“You left the door open you know. I took it as an invitation.” He added, one hand now tracing idly down the side of your dress.

“How long have you been here?” You finally asked, but tellingly not pulling away at all as you let the small touches continue.

“Long enough to realize you’ll have me putting protection spells all around these walls if this is how deeply you really sleep, goddess. Imagine if I’d wanted to do more than kiss that pretty throat.”

You stared a moment. And yes, maybe you should have been embarrassed to be caught so defenseless. But in reality, what real enemies had you ever had? You didn’t live always keeping one eye over your shoulder. Yet...was he implying he would choose to protect you if it ever came to that?

You only shifted closer to him at those words rather than retort though, boldly laying your head against his chest then as you scooted down a little in the bed. You liked the way he tensed slightly too, seeming surprised before he just pulled the bed’s quilt up around you both.

The secure feeling as his arm tightened around you beneath the blanket was also very new. Both of you quiet until it was you who next broke the silence. “Will you stay tonight then?” You could have asked how he’d known you were here, how many times he’d been checking on you via Heimdall, but it really didn’t matter.

All you actually cared about in this moment was how long until you’d have to say goodbye to him again.

His tone seemed unusual, caught off guard still perhaps. But he answered simply. “If it’s what you want. Yes.”

Which likely meant that his father and brother had finally returned to Asgard you thought. But you didn’t want to talk about anyone else right now. This time was now just for the two of you.

“It is what I want.” You confirmed, though not looking up at him in the bed. But with your head still against his chest, you could just hear his own heartbeat. And you didn’t think it was only in your imagination that it quickened at those simple words.

But it was true. You may not understand or be able to express more than this right now. You didn’t know how to talk about love or deeper need. Yet you could be honest to say you wanted him to stay. You wanted him beside you for as long as he could be.

And he just held onto you, staying pressed together as if it should always be this way. But it had to mean something to him too you hoped. Because Loki didn’t seem at all the type of god to do anything if it didn’t fulfill some sort of need for himself as well.

No, you didn’t think he would stay just because you’d asked, unless he’d already wanted to. But you wouldn’t question it out loud, not now as you closed your eyes again.

It likely didn’t take you very long to fall back asleep either to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat beneath your head. Yet even as you did you could also feel the rise and fall of his chest steadying out as his breathing relaxed in tandem.

If he did stay awake to watch you, it only would have been just barely as the two of you remained curled into one another beneath that blanket. He’d asked you once before, though under more lustful circumstances, if you could get used to being with him. You’d answered yes then, wanting the chance surely, but had he meant it in this way too when he’d asked?

Eros had given you the advice to see this through. He said it was the only way to know if your growing love might ever actually be returned by this god. And that was exactly what you were now going to do.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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[murderdaddymayhem]

A Simple Divinity - Pinhead x Reader [NSFW]

You summon the cenobites for a different kind of pleasure, and you get what you ask for from their curious leader.

Very graphic body horror, death and oral sex. Please visit the ao3 link for full tags and warnings. 

They say you retain consciousness for up to 15 seconds after decapitation.

The blow to your neck causes your nervous system to reach a climax of sensation. Many argue that the impact of the first strike will knock you unconscious, only for the narrowed, desperate passageways of severed veins to force their last few pumps of blood out from the fatal site of separation, like fresh seed from a well-pleasured cunt.

This remarkable finale of gore can be avoided however, with a clean cut. That's what everyone condemned to death by beheading wishes for during their last rites; a severance of the nerves that would echo what unimaginable suffering the blade has brought upon your body. Pain can tantalize, but to those uninitiated there is ecstasy to be found in swift endings. A quick and painless death if done right; confusion of the last ticking seconds of the mind allows you to mourn yourself before the dark swallows all that you were. Is there anyone out there in the dark?

Yes. Yes, there is.

The moment his eyes locked on yours, you knew you were damned. Nothing had escaped him--were they a him?-- before, and no one would. You hadn't expected any less when configuring a puzzle like this one; the creaking that teased your ears and the bell that tolled its death knell confirmed what you had known going into this ritual: you wouldn't be returning.

Out of clouds of putrid fog, three figures emerge behind him and surround you. Each is more grotesque than the last, but you still find yourself drawn back into the soulless gaze of the tall being above you, he who seemed superior to the others. Through the pattern of pins, those black eyes sweep down your body. You're naked kneeling before him, but his eyes seem to undress you even further, relieving you of your skin to reveal the intricacies of the flesh beneath. His eyes sweep back up over what skin you've bared, noticing your nakedness.

"Ours is not a summoning of tangible vanity," he speaks calmly. His voice seems to penetrate your bones, threatening to shatter your fragile core. "Excretions are more than sufficient."

You glance over at the altar where you'd left everything for them, as per the ritual. "Do you object?" you're brave enough to ask him. Though he has no hair there, the skin seems to stretch tighter over his brow bones as he expresses his intrigue.

"I do not. We have seen such sights. It is all we see as we tear each fibre of your being apart." Though his words are repulsive, his pale lips do not part to reveal anything of a sneer; he seems utterly unchanged by both the display of offered lust and the question of his own interest in such a trivial thing. He tilts his head slightly. "You do not fear your fate."

You shake your head. He doesn't ask why; simply looks down at the box in your hands. "What was your reason for summoning us?"

"Pain," you answer. The cenobite is quiet for a moment. Not a peep from those behind you.

"Most answer with the opposite," he tells you. "However. The configuration you hold is not a game of fevered antonym to be outsmarted so wittily. The same fate awaits all those who call to us."

"You think I'm bluffing?" you clarify with a small smile. "I like pain."

"Little one," the cenobite sighs, cradling your chin in his cold, pale hand. "You do not know pain." Something in his voice makes you shiver; likely the conviction in it that reveals he's telling the truth.

"I enjoy it. It feels good. It feels different... I want to see what Hell can give me." His lips part slowly.

"You speak of the horrors of Hell as if you know them," he says. His scrutiny humbles you.

"No. I don't presume to."

"That is a pity. I thought perhaps, we had met before."

You bite your lip, and the pin-faced demon casts his gaze downward again. "You quiver for me. Why?" His question is plain, though you don't know how to answer. “I thirst for this knowledge. Tell me.” He takes a deep breath in, and exhales a curious hum. "It is a rare scent we never smell," he tells you. "Not one our victims secrete when being flayed alive or tortured beyond recognition. You surprise me, though not unpleasantly." A few beats go by. You hear the cenobites behind you moving in closer, and figure it's finally time... however, Pinhead puts up a hand. "Where we come from, pleasure and pain are one. As you seem to understand this, I see no reason to rush the process."

Your voice comes out weak, almost nervous for the first time tonight. "The process of what?" Finally betraying his careful stoicism, the tortured face splits into a grin.

"The defiling of your soul."  The noise you let out next can only be comparable to a moan, and the sound is like music to the cenobite's ears. He gestures with two fingers to his subordinates, and you feel a cool wire touch your throat.

"In order to defile your soul," he continues. "We must start with the flesh." The wire digs in, and he grips your chin again, raising you up to your feet with his strength. The wire follows you up. "Such eager eyes," he whispers. "What do you wish for, child?" You blink up at him.

"To pleasure you."

"Impossible."

"Let me try?"

He seems amused, as if regarding a pet who has bitten its own tail. "One last desire granted. Because I enjoy you, curious child, you may try what you wish. Our puzzle is one of venturing minds and endless possibilities... it would only be right to grant you this in the pursuit of the vulgar knowledge which you seek." Those same two fingers slip inside you the next thing you know, and you think you've seen heaven. This repugnant being is touching you as you always touch yourself, each stroke a deliberate vault toward the ecstasy of the pleasure that awaits the act. He fucks you perfectly with his fingers as you grab onto the harsh leather of his garments. In horror, you realize you've grabbed flesh torn from his chest, but he only seems encouraged by this. Your thighs quiver. His teeth bare.

"Come closer," he hisses. You tilt your chin up to do as he says. "Such power in devotion." He begins to shove his fingers in rough and you sob into him. It starts to hurt, but you only cry harder for him. "Give in to the pleasure, slut."

The finish is indescribable. You feel as though you've crossed the very threshold of life and death, and you only realize you're clutching onto him

Your knees give out, and you drop to them once more. The wire only tightens.

"Your thirst for what awaits is deliciously obscene," Pinhead drawls.

The demon bears himself to you, and though you're not quite sure what you're looking at, you feel your mouth water at the sight as your clit pulses. It has retained the shape of a human phallus, an impressive one at that. But the scarification of it almost makes you choke. Trails of skin are ripped away, pins driven through the shaft, under and up and down to the hairless base. You reach your finger out to feel one pin tentatively, and he exhales.

"Touch. I like it." You do as he says, moving one of the pins through the head of his cock; the moan he lets out rumbles the room. Spurred on by this, you take some of him into your mouth, deterred only slightly by the strange sensation of each modification. You hum around him, but suddenly the wire tightens again around your neck, reminding you it's there.

"I will make you a deal, talented one," Pinhead says, slipping his fingers into your hair. "If you can pleasure me to my finish before your head separates from your shoulders, you may keep your life... and your soul."

An angry chattering of teeth comes from behind you, but Pinhead's cold glare is quickly upon the source of the noise for challenging his judgement. The protest dies.

You swallow. They're going to cut off your head with a wire. You nod quickly to the agreement, and Pinhead starts to slowly fuck in and out of your mouth.

"Good little one," he says. The praise of this hellish priest only makes you want him more, strangely aroused by the fear and by the being himself. As you suck him down however, your skin begins to burn where they are playing your neck like a fiddle. You feel the wire slice just barely in, and let out a muffled scream around Pinhead's cock.

"Hurry, child," he hisses. "It won't be long now." You feel him throb, and take him down, feeling the needles scrape the back of your throat as you do your best to swallow around him. The action pushes the needles further in through the head, and Pinhead's fingers tighten more, starting to slide you gently back and forth.

"I had forgotten what earthly pleasure could offer," he sighs. "Inconsequential, yet so simply divine." He groans, looking down at you then back up. "See how they want me," Pinhead growls to the ceiling. The wire cuts deeper, and a tear rolls down your cheek.

"Hurts," you groan around him. The pins scrape the roof of your mouth, drawing blood. He only slides again to the back of your throat as you keep bobbing in a fevered attempt to save your life. Carried by some strange obsession, you find you don't want to stop. The pain is too good, the fear of the gruesome fate they tease and the pleasure of making this thing moan for you culminate in an unholy desire to feel his hot seed dripping from your lips. Motivated by this sinful image in your mind's eye, you hurry in your depravity, holding onto his boots as you suck harder around the engorged cock.

"Yes..." he grunts. "Serve me. Serve me, and scream for all of Hell to hear."

The wire slices again, and you start to feel the blood pour in warm rivulets. You continue sucking. It cuts again. Another cut, and another, sawing back and forth in a slow taunt, daring you to hang on. Your life dangles by this very wire, and you feel no indication Pinhead is about to finish. Desperately, you lick under the marred head and even bite down. He lets out a grunt of appreciation, and pushes his hips harder until he's practically fucking your face. Each thrust saws the sharp wire again, until you feel a snap and your head begin to tilt back. Your eyes widen. How can you still feel your body? How are you still sucking?

"I near the end, little one," he murmurs. You deepthroat the demon, and give it your all among the sound of squelching lips and rustles of excited cenobites behind you both... but when Pinhead pulls his cock out of your mouth abruptly, you hear a thump below that can only mean one thing.

15, 14, 13, 12, 11...

He takes his time lifting your head up to his face, holding eye contact with your rapidly blinking eyes. The top of your spinal cord dangles unceremoniously behind your skull, gore hanging from the cracked vertebrae and rejoining your body with every loosening drip. You can still feel your phantom arousal.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6...

"My state of being is the equivalent of one of your orgasms," he smiles, in revelation of his cheat. "My pleasure neither starts nor finishes." The walls start to turn black around you and your headless corpse below. The cenobites turn into black birds and Pinhead holds your gaze as your consciousness disintegrates with the tangible world around you to join him finally.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

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[tar-thelien]

Do You Remember Me (Chapter 1)

Millenias after the War of the Ring Melkor has come back from the Void to start the Dagor Dagorath. After he kills Turin the war stops. Melkor gets to keep what is left of Middle Earth. In exchange of a promise of peace and no threats to Valinor, he will get a sacrifice every 100 years. In his new kingdom, he is surrounded by well know faces and old friends but nobody seems to be able to find Mairon...

(ao3)

-9th May. 3092 the Fifth Age-

(9th May. 2025 in modern time)

Many years had passed since the War of the Ring and many more since the War of Wrath. The World had gone on, leaving Ainur, elves, men, and all creatures of Middle Earth to adapt to the fast changes of time and technology and all that came with it. History went on like this and everything seemed to be for the better.

Until a giant earthquake, the kind that hadn't happened since the First Age, shook the entire Arda… and beyond.

The doors of the Void had opened letting its only inhabitant free once again.

Having regained his original strength Melkor marched in a new world he knew nothing about. Calling upon his powers he summoned his servants of the past to march one last time on the land of Valinor, as the prophecy had once told. All his dark Maiar and creatures answered… all but one.

"Are the troops ready?”

“Yes…”

“So… what are you waiting for?”

“We still can't find him-“

"Then start searching again!"

"With all respect My Lord, we can't wait for him!”

-o0o-

In a new Middle Earth, which became the war theatre for the Last Great War, everything had gone silent.

All eyes were on two people.

A warrior of old times in a new body to fight an ancient enemy and the personification of never-ending darkness

Melkor looked down his chest where the sword had impaled him.

He didn’t smile, or laugh, even though he had found the situation funny only moments before.

HE COULDN'T DIE!

He was Melkor!

The one who arises in might!

He hadn’t expected death to be so…

…painless…

Even though he expected death to overcome him, he wasn't feeling anything of the sort. Not a drop of blood fell from where the sword met his chest.

Melkor looked up at the human who still had his hands on the sword. His mouth and eyes were open in disbelief and fear when their gazes met.

“You can take it out now!” Melkor hissed.

-o0o-

Gothmog could hardly remember what had happened but Melkor wasn’t dead. No. kneeling beside a destroyed McDonald's, he saw his Lord work his way through small pink and green children’s toys. Valar, Maiar, and some Elves standing beside him, staring wide-eyed.

The human´s body - the one who had stabbed The Great Enemy - was destroyed.

He had vanished in the midst of dust and rubbles which came from Middle Earth's destroyed shops, that unluckily got on the way of the greatest war in history, the Dagor Dagorath.

Melkor had made sure his impaler wouldn't exist anymore. It had been easy to overcome him with sheer power while the human was in too much shock, after seeing that he hadn't managed to kill his enemy.

Once the dust had settled, a voice rang up in the deafening silence.

“I'm sure we can make a deal where everybody would be happy.” Manwe started. His powerful deep voice held an undertone of light hope. He felt deeply relieved that his brother still lived, but he couldn't show it too much given his role as Eldar King.

“What are you suggesting?” came Melkor's dry reply as he walked over to stand side by side with his still awed generals.

“Well…” Manwe started as he looked around at the destruction, “Arda was already marred ages ago. Middle Earth is the proof of it now” he said, gesturing with his hand to the destructed battlefield “I know you won't retreat until you obtain what you want. We can settle with a deal… you can keep Middle Earth and make it into your kingdom. You won't meet any judgement of any sort from us. In exchange, you will never move against the Undying Lands, or you'll meet your final demise." the booming voice suddenly stopped for everyone but a few, who heard the whisper that came after the ultimatum, "Of course, no one will stop you, shall you ever wish to visit"

“How dare you insult my Lord like this!” Langon hissed in the silence that came after. The Maia had overcome any fear he had ever had of the Valar and now spoke proudly in defense of his Master, “there is nothing left here! My Lord could tear your so called “Blessed Lands” down to dust if he wanted! How dare you!?”

“Well,” Ulmo hurriedly said, “we could of course give a little push to the land to heal itself… I don’t know…? What ab-”

He was interrupted by thousands of voices of orcs and dark creatures, rebelling against what they called "a great injustice". Not less voices of elves, men and Ainur answered, and not with less vigour. Few voices were not participating in the growing clamour:

Manwe, who was anxiously trying to find a way to calm everyone down, before the battle started again.

Melkor, who was amused by the growing chaos and, at this point, didn't really care about who won the debate.

And Namo, who was still as a statue.

Suddenly, Mandos spoke in a silent voice that somehow still silenced everyone with its deep power, stopping people in their track, calming Manwe's growing nervousness, and killing Melkor's amusement.

“Father has spoken to me,” he said.

“And?” Orome asked, the previous chaos making him impatient and restless.

“And what?” asked Namo in his monotone voice, which managed anyway to express how annoyed he was by Orome.

“What did father say?” finished Oromo with an over-dramatic sight.

“He said that Melkor will keep Middle Earth but he will receive no help from the Valar. He'll get a sacrifice every hundred years from the Undying Lands and, in exchange, he will not move war against Valinor.”

“But-“ Tulkas started, clearly displeased by Eru's decision.

“No.” said Namo, stopping Tulkas from proceeding in his sentence.

“It's a deal then!” Manwe declared, trying to hide, failing, a smile of relief.

“I haven’t even said anything.” Melkor mumbled angrily and quite stunned by Father Eru's sudden intervention.

#tolkien #silmarillion #dagor dagorath #melkor #morgoth #gothmog #langon #manwe #namo #orome #tulkas #do you remember me #my au #my fic

[reverielix]

hellooo, since i am very into astrology as well, i’d love if you could do a lee know as boyfriend based on his chart^^ i know we still don’t know about his venus sign (if libra or scorpio), so just choose which one you think suits him best, thank you in advance!

Ooo this sounds fun👀💕

First of all, I’m pretty convinced he’s a Gemini rising (8pm), which means he has a Scorpio Venus. His voice (2nd house) sounds more like Cancer (calming, rather comforting, not very high) than Sagittarius-like (high-pitched, loud, mood-maker) and he just gives me Gemini vibes haha He gives off a playful appearance more than an intense aura (though his glares send Hyunjin running, I think that’s more his inner Scorpio stellium coming through). If he’s a Gemini rising, his chart ruler would be in Scorpio, which could give him that more round face, and in the 6th house, which could give him a youthful appearance paired with those eyes🥰. Lastly, his rising’s decan would be Libra, which could also contribute to a rather round face than the typical Gemini rising’s rather slim appearance (+ Libra rules the butt lol and we all know Minho‘s shameless liking toward the members’ butts haha) He’s also pretty outgoing and chatty, which his mc in Aquarius and Gemini rising can also point at. I do want to point out that guessing any celebrity’s placements is like trying to guess their mc persona chart’s placements because their image is very controlled and what they do is extremely calculated/regulated.

So now that we’ve settled that, let’s get started!!💫

⇢ confession/beginning stages

I feel like he would be really flirty and straightforward because of his rising and Mercury as well as his Venus. His flirting style is versatile and adaptable to the person (Moon in Sagittarius in the 7th house, Gemini rising), and at first he’d try to keep it less intense, smile/smirk a little (his smile also contributes to my tendency to view him as a Gemini rising rather than a Scorpio rising😌).

When he’s gotten more comfortable around the other person and they seemingly are comfortable around him as well, he’d start letting his intense aura and Scorpio stellium come to shine as he’d enjoy making the other person feel flustered, though his Scorpio Venus suggests that he’d love for somebody to do that with him as well, seeing as his Sun-Venus conjunction doesn’t only indicate confidence, but also that he’s attracted to people who are similar to him.

His confession would be overall heartfelt, genuine, romantic and intense. His way with words (moon in 7th since he’s talking about his emotions here, Gemini rising, well aspected Mercury) would allow him to talk without stuttering too much or at all, though I can see him being nervous (his emotions are strong, and when he loves, he LOVES).

⇢ overall behavior in relationship

Once he finds himself in a relationship with somebody, he’d be pretty dedicated and loyal, which he’d expect from his partner as well. Other than Jeongin for instance, he wouldn’t be really big on personal space, instead he would be keen on skin ship and always want to touch his s/o’s butt 🤭.

His Venus lies in opposition to his Saturn in Taurus (no orb), which suggests feelings of insecurity and unworthiness which stems from criticism by authority figures and lack of affection (especially from a father or father-figure). Here, the planet of relays and restrictions can indicate a late recognition of that he deserves happiness instead of pity and love instead of loneliness (this aspect also indicates a feeling of unworthiness of financial success, so he may feel like he doesn’t deserve his place as an idol). Loving himself can thereby be a challenging road that he for a long time didn’t even know he had to take. This can result in insecurities being projected onto the other person or a detachment from his s/o as he is scared to show them all of him out of fear of rejection or not being accepted. Just like with all Saturn aspects, with hard work and age comes a great deal of contentment and what he’s understood he deserves (money and love in regards to Venus and Saturn).

Meanwhile, Neptune is in a square with Venus, (1° orb) which points out a deception and inability to draw a clear line between judgement and his gut feeling. In this case, he can take things his s/o says very personally, though he might act as if nothing’s wrong (Scorpio stellium,...). People with this aspect typically dream to escape reality as well as are languid and messy (missing/coming late to dates although he’s strongly dedicated to the relationship, he may just forget or feel secretly hurt about something that wasn’t really offensive but he made out to be). This sensitivity toward what others say feeds into the Saturn-Venus aspect and a feeling of inadequacy and dishonorability. Overall, his Venus (love style, behavior in relationships, desires, attraction) is badly aspected in his chart, though his s/o and their personality is a key-point to look at in any relationship.

As a boyfriend in general, Minho may be extremely emotionally invested, possessive, devoted and sharing. Once he’s with someone, he gives himself to that person. Additionally, his Venus in the 5th along with his Sun in the 5th and conjunct his Venus suggest a very present and, again, dedicated lover who loves with his whole heart and all he’s got (meanwhile he makes an effort to look especially detached and funny/playful in public or in front of cameras, which, among other placements, his mc in Aquarius hints at). Lastly he may be excellent at boosting his partner’s confidence, yet may also need validation back. (Can I just say that his Sun and Venus in the 5th make his chart the one of a born performer, which obviously shows + his love for art shows here as well🤓😊.)

⇢ dates

His Scorpio Venus in the 5th makes me think of spontaneous, grand-gesture dates that take place where he’s granted privacy with his s/o and everything’s only about the two. He may wants to move around, like go to an abandoned park where the grass is a little too high and play games/teach them a dance before they watch the stars when the night comes🥺💫. I can see him being very romantic and bold, so he may just sneak kisses here and there (5th house suggests spontaneity and the thrill of surprises). Here are brief moments of how I imagine a date with him:

“I’m bored. Let’s go somewhere.”

he walks toward his room’s red oak panel door

“Where do you want to go?”

your naked feet follow his to the cold stone floor behind the door

“Let’s decide on the way.”

over pine trees and bushes his reflection distracts you

eyes are narrowed when he’s concentrated, wrinkles adorn his cheeks

“5 minutes.”

“Huh?” you turn your head

“I’ve figured out a place, we’re only gonna need another 5 minutes.”

“Want a kiss? Come and get it then!”

he trips over dandelions and grass, smug-smiling, and doesn’t slow down

your feet stomp the grass, your determination takes over

after two breaks of resting your arms on your thighs, he gives in, lets you win

“I did that on purpose.”

“I don’t care.”

right legs cross the lefts and knees buckle while arms swing up, fingers fold out and eyebrows are raised

dancing is way harder than it looks, you’ve just figured

behind gracious twirls hide strength and control, something the slippery lawn hampers

“No, the feet need to be pointed in a different angle.” Minho held his hands out flat.

amidst your ambition to strech your arm “elegantly”, sunset hugs your silhouettes around the shadows

distant stars create a pattern in everless darkness, the waning gibbous moon sheds light

“Do you ever think of death?” your eyes dart the distance

“Like how? Don’t we all?” his trace the sharp shadow of your nose cast on your cheek

“We’re just such a small fragment of the universe. Gone before it even noticed us.”

“No, I believe we’re here for a reason. I think we have a big presence in the universe. Life is so magical, and so is death. It scares most, because it’s unpredictable. But so is tomorrow.”

Existential conversation with Minho™️

⇢ kisses

Ooooooo his s/o is in for something😳 The Scorpio stellium and 5th house Sun conjunct Venus suggests passion and bold, unexpected actions. He doesn’t just kiss for fun. If he kisses, he KISSES. The Virgo Mars also adds a feeling of security. I can see how he likes “crossing lines” and being bold, though it feels comfortable and safe. A lil types of kisses list...

obvi the passing food one lol

a sudden one that takes the other’s breath away

one in which he holds the other’s waist/cups their cheeks and forgets about everything around him

salty ones after a reunion or fight

one in which breaths are shared

a combination of kisses he thought of the night before when he couldn’t sleep (very unusual, but if anyone can pull it off with confidence, it’s Minho)

It was so much fun making this haha💞 hope u like it!🌫

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[sensingdejavu]

A scene I would’ve liked to see in ACOSF

She could not get the look out of her mind – the way he looked at her for the briefest of seconds after catching the sight of an Illyrian female running off with a bow in her hand. She pretended not to notice it at the time, but she could not pretend it did not hurt. And now, an hour later, sitting across from each other at the cabin eating dinner, she could not find the appetite to eat.

Usually, she ignored it. Reveled in the reputation crafted for her. Never tried to correct anyone or offer her perspective. And she was content with that.

However, she felt as if they both reached a place where she could enjoy her time with him without the need walk around any judgement. Apparently not.

She spoke before she could stop herself. “Have it ever occurred to you that when you look at me and try to fathom how I could ever let my younger sister, a child, go into the woods, that I was also a child?”

He dropped his spoon and looked up. Surprise marred his features, and although he opened his mouth to speak, she could tell that he had no words.

So, she continued. “Have it ever occurred to you that to Feyre, it was a matter of taking care of the parent who favored her. Where to me it was being stuck with the parent who has absolutely no idea what to do with me after losing the one person who I felt understood me.”

Still no words. His mouth stopped gaping.

“You look at me and see a horrible sister, and I may have been a horrible sister, but I was also a grieving child who’s only purpose in life was to marry rich. I was schooled in languages, decorum, dancing, smiling, lying on my back and so on, but by the time we went under I had absolutely no idea how to tie my own laces or cook a decent meal.”

She could still remember her mother, fawning over new dresses as a maid filled their cups of lemon tea. Looking back at it now, Nesta wondered if her mother ever loved her or she loved living through her. But at the time their mother died, at the time she was grasping straws, she clung to the one thing that was familiar to her – protecting Elain who was the mere porcelain doll her mother crafted her to be.

“So, I lashed out. And taking my age into consideration, I would say that was a normal response. And I am not holding my breath waiting for you or Rhysand – or god forbid Morrigan – to offer me redemption for something that is quite honestly none of your business. I’m not sure if the three of you are looking for some kind of apology that I didn’t try to mold myself into the only passable female image your brains are able to comprehend. And not that it is any of your business, I may not have been a huntress, but I was engaged to a man who stands by while his father beats his own mother. That was the only way I knew how I can offer support to my family.”

She did not mean to let that slip.

“I reserve any judgement I may have when I watch you around Morrigan and how you seem to treat her like a sister knowing how that started, when I watch Eris’ eye twitch whenever he sees you standing close to her, when I see they way the males here look and talk to you, because quite frankly I know how to not impose my opinion on something which I know nothing about. I ask of you the same and expect it.”

She held his gaze. She could’ve looked away, could’ve walked away. But she held it. She knew that whatever grounds they were walking on were delicate, and a part of her enjoyed her time with him, but she also knew if he couldn’t agree to that she will simply walk away.

It took him five second to nod. Swallowing slowly. “I apologize.”

She held his gaze for a couple more seconds before going back to her food. She felt a bit weird, never in her life having said any of those words before, and not knowing now if she will grow into regretting them. She did not want them to come across as an invitation for him to look at a new angle at which he may change her – mold her into a Morrigan.

“You are under no obligation to humor me…” he started. She looked up, and apparently he was waiting for her eyes to meet his before continuing, “but you could talk to me about your mother if you’d like. I can tell you what I remember of mine.”

There it is… the molding. Something must have shown in her eyes because he was quick to add. “I promise my only motive is my selfishness to know you more. Nothing else, nothing more.”

To know her more? What an absurd thought. And maybe that is why she nodded. Maybe because deep down, where a fragile heart still beats below the shield of her cruel self, the self that managed to keep that beat hidden from anyone who might take advantage of it, the self that manifested when she was barely ten because it already knew what kind of life she’ll be delt, that heart wanted someone to understand why she’ll never apologize for who she is and will never take kindly to anyone who bestows judgment to her cruel self. Because during cold nights, her cruel self was her guardian. And yes, its methods were not the gentlest, but what would you expect from something that was solely honed for basic survival.

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[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Contending the Flame IX

Author’s note: Happy New Year everyone! Let’s start it off right with positivity and no looking back on a bad 2020. Can’t wait to continue to write for such excellent fans, you guys/gals are the best!

Masterlist

Word count: 2741

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: The usual, nothing new to add.

Since your unexpected kiss with Ivar in that dark corridor, you had avoided him. It was no simple task, as he seemed hell-bent on getting you alone if he could, and that made you feel like a mouse living with a cat. You double-checked every corner before turning, and you tried to finish your work before sundown. Audhild had been an additional ally to you, whether intentionally or by happy accident, you weren't sure. She kept you by her side even with tasks she could have accomplished without your help. You weren't certain of her relationships with the sons of Ragnar, only that she acted independently of them. That was something that still took getting used to; women operating on their own accord.

While you continued to ponder over Ivar's pursuing you, you also tried to make sense of your feelings. Men in general were something you had always been fearful of. You had seen rape and abuse from an early age on the streets of Rendlesham, and you learned quickly not to trust an innocent face. Ivar's face was fair when not screwed up and twisted in rage, and he had the shyness of a boy when he kissed you. But you could not forget he was a heathen. His affection had been severe, clutching and pulling with desperation you thought you would drown in. 

Your feelings were beginning to frighten you. You had returned the kiss without struggle, and you had been tempted to give in to more before a heightened sense of self had kicked in. This Viking had murdered your priests and his own brother, yet you were having lustful thoughts. God would be disappointed in your lack of restraint. 

You needed guidance. When you had been in the abbey, you would often go to the senior Sisters for advice. Audhild was patient, but she would not understand the inner turmoil of a Christian. There was only one other in the encampment who you could speak to, and the moment you were no longer needed by the healers, you snuck off towards the courtyard where Bishop Heahmund was being held.

Only one guard was posted now, as the Bishop had given them no more trouble since you had been brought to him. He was still fettered in chains, but he wore a serene look that would have angered the devil. His faith could not be shaken, and you envied his composure.

As you approached from the building across the way, the guard glanced at you. He did not dismiss you from coming closer to Heahmund, instead seeming to lose interest in you entirely. 

"Bishop Heahmund," You called softly, creeping nearer.

His eyes shot open, but he did not appear surprised by your intrusion. Giving you a smile, he indicated for you to sit. "Hello, Sister Mary Catharine. I wondered if I would see you again, but I had hoped. You are the bright light of York in this nest of heathens."

He couldn't seem to cease with the flattery, and you remembered the rumors about Heahmund being led into temptation by widows. Ivar wasn't wrong when he had accused you of having desirable thoughts for the man. Hearing stories of the Bishop, he had sounded larger than life, like a hero from a story. You used to envision him coming to take you away from your lonely days in the convent, this handsome and brave warrior. Those had been the daydreams of a young girl. Seeing him captured by the same heathens who had enslaved you, the glass had shattered, and what remained was just a man.

"How have you been?" You asked while tucking your dress behind you as you sat on the ground.

"My head is clear, and my resolve is set. They want me to fight for their cause, and I see no alternative to this request. If I want my freedom, I'll have to go along with whatever the Boneless one commands."

You frowned, not understanding why Ivar wanted Heahmund on his side. He was a devout Christian who wouldn't stray from his path and could turn on the heathens at the opportune moment. A part of you worried for Ivar. 

"Are you certain this is what God would want?"

"I do not see this as a defeat, rather that God has a new plan for me and this is the way I must follow," Heahmund said, and the chains rattled as he readjusted his position to look at you. "But you did not come here to discuss my fate, Sister. You are still bothered by what we spoke of the last time we met. The youngest son of Ragnar is still giving you trouble."

You ducked your head in a penitent gesture. "I feel lost, and in need of guidance. You keep calling me Sister, but shamefully I no longer think of myself as a nun."

"You have forsaken our Lord?"

You were surprised by how there was no venom behind his question, just bald-faced curiosity. "No, I still have my faith, but my station is misplaced. I would like it if you called me (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)? That was your name before you took your vows?"

"Yes, and though I haven't gone by it in years, I feel more like that abandoned little girl than I do Sister Mary Catharine."

"Their people are changing you," Heahmund said, appearing thoughtful. "Your heart is growing restless, and you are curious about their ways. The youngest son of Ragnar is trying to steal you away, but look sharp, for God would never allow one of his children to be pried from his embrace."

"Ivar he…he frightens me, but I am also excited when I am with him," You confessed, and your heart thundered at the admission. "I come alive when he's near. He sees me in a way that no one else ever has."

"(Y/N), look at me," Heahmund demanded, and you did, startled by his tone. "You cannot fall in love with this heathen. He will lead you astray, and leave when it is of most convenience for him. You must pray for forgiveness, and honor God by respecting the vows you have entered into."

His severe expression was marred by what he was preaching, and you felt your hand clench tight in anger. You surged up onto your feet, standing over him like a scarecrow in a field.

"And what of you, Bishop? Were you honoring your vows when you were between the legs of those widows?"

Heahmund turned away with a stiffness to his face, as if he couldn't believe you had spoken such a thing. You had surprised yourself as well. "That was different, and you wouldn't understand."

"You're right about that. Unless you were hoping to find God in the arms of those women, I couldn't possibly understand your reason."

"You are young, and you have yet to learn that life is often complicated."

You threw your arms up in the air, a wild gesture that probably resembled an agitated bird more than that of a rational woman. "Then let it be complicated. Hurt, and lust, and pain, and hunger; these aren't terrible things. They let us know that we are alive, and I've felt more of that here with these heathens than I ever did back home."

"You cannot possibly understand what you are saying," He argued back, and you thought he was going to lecture you further, but he took a moment to collect his breath. "My apologies. You sought my counsel, and I have only offered judgement. We should cling to each other in this desolate place if we are to survive the Northmen."

You didn't want to fight with him any longer either, but you could see that as far as Ivar and his people were concerned, you were not of one mind with Heahmund. Coming to him had erased some of your doubts, but you did not realize how much your tolerance towards the Vikings had shifted. There were bad men among them, but nothing anymore abhorrent than what you had seen from Saxons. 

"I'm sorry as well," You said, shifting back and forth on your feet. "I was quick to anger. Maybe I wasn't ready to admit in my heart how I have begun to change towards them."

"May I inquire something else about you? Seeing as I've already insulted you, I don't believe it is too bold to ask."

"You may," You said, permitting him. 

"If we were to be liberated by the King and his army this very moment, and brought back to Wessex, would you return to the Church?"

You came to your answer quickly and without trepidation. "No."

"I see." Heahmund didn't let on about how he felt about your answer, and you didn't want to know. Disappointing him seemed about the worst thing you could have done, and you didn't want to dwell on that. "(Y/N), you shouldn't have come here."

You frowned. "Why not?"

"We've been careless. Ivar knew you would come here. See there, the guard is gone."

You looked to where Heahmund's watch had been stationed to find the spot no longer occupied. The guard had taken his leave the moment you two had been engaged in your disagreement. Ivar must have known you would seek out Heahmund eventually. 

"It's fine," You said with more confidence than you felt. It was to be expected that Ivar would be waiting to speak with you again, and you knew he could have done so whenever he desired. He had held back on forcing you, but you didn't know if it was kindness or another manipulation on his part. "I think I'm ready to face him. There will be no more running for me."

"Go with the grace and strength God has given you. Even if you have turned from your path of the Church, God will never stop fighting for you."

You knelt before Heahmund. "Thank you, Bishop. I hope I am granted with clarity to see my true path."

You placed a parting kiss on his forehead and offered him a smile before standing. Taking a look around the courtyard you did not spot Ivar waiting for you. You knew he would find you though, and you began making your way back to the small room that you had been sharing with the other slaves who aided the healers. 

For such a short walk, one you had taken many times, it seemed to have grown in distance. You kept expecting Ivar or one of his guards to pop out and grab you, but nothing so substantial occurred. The faces you passed paid you no mind, and you arrived at your destination relieved and a little bit let down. You had been ready to get the confrontation over with.

You opened the door, ready to be met with the company of some of the other slaves. None of them spoke with you outside of your duties, and it bothered you. It was an act of self-preservation. They knew you held the attention of Ivar, and so that meant he spared them little mind. Better you than them was probably what many of them thought, and you couldn't fault them for that. It seemed you were fated to be alone. The only other slave who had gone out of her way to speak with you had been a spy, and you hadn't seen her since. Something about that felt deliberate.

When you entered inside of the cramped quarters, you did not find any of your bunkmates. You were alone with Ivar, and that meant his guard couldn't have been far behind. He had kept hidden, luring you into a false sense of security. 

"Hello," You greeted dumbly, not knowing what else to say. You kept tight by the door, not taking a step further in. Ivar was looking pensive, with an air of despondence clinging to him. 

"How is the Bishop fairing?"

"Resilient," You said, relaxing a bit that he didn't immediately discuss something of a more delicate nature. "He says he will fight for you."

"He doesn't have a choice. Either he fights or he dies, and I will need his strength soon enough," Ivar said, his severe tone causing you to flinch. With stiff movements, he maneuvered himself to stand, but he did not try to encroach upon your space. "The time to leave York has come, but some of my people have chosen to stay behind. Our army needs allies, but this business with the spy has made me doubtful of who I can trust."

"What will you do?" You asked, feeling out of depth to be having this conversation. You knew little of wars and alliances, and you didn't understand why Ivar was sharing this with you. 

"It's been decided that Ubbe will return home to Kattegat with a handful of warriors, under the pretense that he has abandoned our army. The woman ruling there murdered our mother, and it is likely she sent the spy."

"Where will you go then, if not home?"

Ivar hesitated, and you had never known him to look away when speaking with you. "I need to meet with Harald Finehair. He could be a potential ally to retake Kattegat...but I also suspect he sent the spy. The sons of Ragnar losing control of the Great Heathen army would benefit him in his bid to become King of Norway."

There was another man with lofty ambitions. The world must look different when you wake up as a Viking. You took a step forward, garnering Ivar's attention. 

"And where does he live?"

"In Vestfold, but you will not be going there," Ivar said, and he looked overcome with guilt. "I'm sending you with Ubbe to Kattegat. It is safer for you there."

"But I'm only a slave. What difference does it make where I go?"

"Harald and his men do not exercise restraint when it comes to Christians, and I can't have my eyes constantly on you nor can I keep a guard around one slave without arousing suspicion," He explained, but his reasoning was flawed. You had no doubt Heahmund would be going with him, and you knew Ivar didn't hold back when it came to murdering your people. "Ubbe will keep you safe, and Audhild will go with you as well."

You let out a dry chuckle, feeling any control over your life seeping through your fingers like sand. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do in Kattegat."

"I need you to stay alive," Ivar said with a fierceness that made it sound like an order. He crossed the short distance of the room before you could blink, and took your hands together to place something cold in your grasp. "Take this. It can take a life if you wield it right."

You looked down at the sheathed knife he had gifted you with. It was a heavy weight compared to the ones in the kitchen, and the hilt was carved into the shape of a wolf's head. You gave him a startled look before beginning to protest. "No, I cannot take a life Ivar."

You tried to return it to him, but he was forceful in making sure it stayed with you. "You will if someone wants to take yours. I won't let you die because of your stupid Christian beliefs about hell and perdition."

He squeezed his hand over the top of yours to secure your grip on the knife, and with the other he cupped the back of your neck, bringing you together for another kiss that you had been fearfully longing for. You didn't want to fight him, and you returned the kiss with all of the words you couldn't say. It wasn't a goodbye, you refused to believe that your time with this violent and vulnerable man was at an end. It was an 'until next we meet', and you cradled his jaw in your free hand, while you both still held onto the knife in the other. You don't know when you began to cry, only that the tears were silent as they slid down your face and transferred onto Ivar's cheeks. This caused him to hold you tighter. Even as the fire in the kiss dwindled, you clung to one another knowing this was the last moment you would share before you were to be parted.

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[zuzu-hotman]

Ready To Love [[Zuko]]

Pairing: Zuko x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angsty i guess

A/N: This is my first Zuko fic absolutely ever. It’s lengthy, it may have a second part. word vomit. oops.

“ Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ.”

It’s a little crazy to think how this all turned out. How this all started one way, turned upside down and then became something else entirely. Everything started off so innocently. So pure and easy to understand.

It goes like most romance tropes go- how cute little fairy-tales began. 

A little peasant girl and a little Prince boy.

Simple right? By fate they meet, and typically, should fate be nice, they grow together. They grow and learn to love- they learn to love one another.

Being in the Fire Nation clouded your judgement. You assumed you were on the right side of history- assumed what you were taught was correct. You felt safe in your ignorance. The war was just, Zuko had a loving home, you weren’t truly a peasant- you didn’t really have to meet him in secret because it might be seen as bad. It was just more fun that way. Everything was just more fun this way.

At least up until his Mother was made to leave.

Up until he was banished some time following that event. Could have been days- could have been months. You couldn’t recall- he’d started to morph into a stranger once that pillar in his life collapsed.

You just knew you heard his pleads as you hid in the crowd, silently begging for his Father to have mercy. You heard the screaming- you heard the decree that broe your young heart.

A second pillar crumbled-

He was shoved out- cast away, and his Uncle went with him. You received no farewell, you didn’t get to give a teary goodbye.

Zuko disappeared for three long years- almost four by the time you saw him again- somewhere you never truly expected to see him (though you had hoped some hushed conversations you overheard were true). You’d heard whispered rumors of him being a failure, of him being a wanted criminal for failing his Fathers insane demand. How was he to find the Avatar? What good would it bring?

In your time away from him, you had no where to hide. You had no one to talk nonsense to in the dead of night. No one to tear your thoughts away from the sad reality you had tried so hard to escape. The Fire Nation was not great. It was not respected. It was hated. Feared. You learned this on your own, but that is a story for another time.

His hair had grown some by the time you saw him. In the beautiful place of Ba Sing Se. He looked different- he looked better.

“Zuko..”, you had breathed when he’d been stunned to silence. Questions written all over his face. Why are you here? How have you been? How long have you been in the Earth kingdom? Does anyone know where you’re from?

“I’m.. visiting.”, you had lied to him. You had to- though he was your old friend, it was clear you both had changed. You weren’t sure if it would be okay to tell him. What would his thoughts be.. how would he think of you if he knew?

“Oh.”, he says, and you know he knows. “I’m visiting too.”, he says to you.

You know he’s lying. If not because of his work apron, as well as knowing his background. He was still banished- he now had a scar as well. Marred- a punishment not fit for any child- not even a grown man.

The silence is uncomfortable. What to say? Asking how he is might be odd- how good could he be? You wanted to know though. Had he made a life out here? Had he come to the realizations you did? What else had changed him?

“Ah, ___. So good to see and old welcoming face. You have been missed, dear.”, Iroh’s voice breaks through the thick tension. He airs it out nicely. 

“You know me?”, you ask, shock clear on your face. Of course you knew him- well, of him. Everyone in the Fire Nation did.

“Why wouldn’t I know the sweet little girl my Nephew went out to see almost every night as a young boy?”, he says, eyes crinkling with his mischievous smile.

“Uncle!”, Zuko hisses through gritted teeth, “That was such a long time ago! Why do you have to say it like that-”

“What? You act as though it’s been so long since you last wondered aloud of her wellbei-”

“Uncle!”

You shouldn’t have allowed your heart to flutter how it did. Shouldn’t have relished in the way his cheeks tinted in color and how he flustered the same way he had when you were younger. It wasn’t right to awaken what was laid to rest some years ago. You both are not the same- and you were not yet on a similar path.You didn’t know that though. You allowed your usual walls to fall so easily. You fell right back into step with him, as though no time had passed at all. For some few weeks it really felt like old times. It felt better than those times- you could see him during the day time. There was no sneaking, no worry of being caught. You had him all to yourself, no royal business to ruin anything. No training time- nothing.

You could be selfish and damn were you ever. Not only did you fall back into step with him, you did the same with your feelings. You basked in his small smiles- his little huffs of laughter. He fell in with you as well. He found someone- something, to sink into. Something to help him escape his own inner turmoil. He was still fighting a battle you didn’t know of. How could you know? He acted as though there was none. He laid back and stargazed with you as though he had not a single care in this world. Allowed his fingers to link with yours when he assumed you were asleep. He made it seem like.. like maybe fate was kind. Maybe she wanted you both to meet here- to regrow new roots in the Earth Kingdom. Maybe..

He still picked a side- one without you in it.

You had hoped he’d do better- you had hoped that him angrily admitting to you that he let the Avatars bison free, that he was done with this quest for his honor. That he’d found honor within himself- for himself. He could have lived his days with you- had a great time with his Uncle in that upper ring.  You both could have. What life might you have led, had your own fates not been woven into a larger story? You could have done so much with him, grown and learned so much..  He could have flourished- but apparently he saw otherwise.

Apparently fate was not kind. She was cruel to you- she let your heart be broken a second time.

“Aw, Zuzu.. Looks like your little peasant is even lower than I thought. How could you waste your time with a fraud?”, Azula questions, voice chilling in the underground chambers. “How did you hide right under our noses?”

Azula’s words did not hurt you. It was the way Zuko looked at you. As if you were some vile thing- the knife in his back. He looked at you like you were the one that chose wrong, like you had broken his heart. His silence spoke volumes.

Zuko had changed, but not the way you’d hoped. You hated that you were glad you didn’t tell him why you were in Ba Sing Se from the beginning. He wouldn’t have understood. He couldn’t grasp it.

Zuko hadn’t lost anyone to this war. He had his own war in his home but here? Here where the consequences were not just the loss of his birthright or his own honor? Where it was the loss of thousands of lives and cultures? He was blind to it all. Or he simply did not care.

He deemed his destiny to be hunting down and capturing the Avatar. For his nation.

You deemed yours to be on the Avatars side. Helping save everyone else- fighting with the gift your now late Father had given you. Your loss in this war began with him, and it ended with Zuko. Your gains had become this found gang of misfits- you had agreed to meet back up with them in time for the Eclipse. You had went separate ways after surviving the Serpents Pass. There was someone you hoped to find. You couldn’t have known it would have been better to just stay with them. Fate shoved you into them in Omashu for a reason.

You never did listen..

“You always did pick weird ones, Zuzu..”, Azula spoke again, nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t currently directing a mass of earthbenders to apprehend those who opposed her. “Mhm.. maybe I’ll allow her to be kept as a trophy? Or a pet. Do a trick!”

You expected the lightning bolt to be for you, you weren’t yet aware of Aang finally reaching the Avatar State. Seeing him be shot down- watching him fall- it was a horrific sight. Blood boiled in your very veins- maybe you were not fully of Fire Nation blood- your rage however? Far more violent than any siege the Fire Nation had made thus far- yet lives were still spared.

A sight he never forgot.

“Hello. Zuko here.”

A sight he vividly recalled when he saw you again. He knew the anger was not solely for your fallen friend- but for him. The one friend who should have always been on your side. He knew he was wrong. He knew he’d disappointed his Uncle. He knew he hurt you..

It was a slap to the face to watch you disregard him like he was not there. To hear you say you only knew him from the fight in  Ba Sing Se. To have you disregard every soft memory of you he held dear- ones dating back to childhood years, the only childhood he had was with you..

What of it now? Who was he now?

“ Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ?”

Part Two

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[aly-kurta]

FEITAN

And here's the last one of my three fav hxh's boys.

God knows how much I've struggled to find an appropriate Moon for him.

Do not worry about not understanding, I'll try to explain as much as I can and if you have any curiosity, just comment under the post and I'll be more than happy to answer! <3

Disclaimer: I'm NOT a professional astrologer, since I began studying this subject a few months ago. I do this just for fun. I'd also like to say that I'm still a bit skeptical but hey, since when is it forbidden to experiment and just be curious?

Here we go!

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Sun, Ascendant and Moon (the big three)

Sun: the Aquarius sign is the one related the most to anticonformism, ribellion and evanescence. You can easily spot an Aquarius Sun just because they somehow stand out from other people, may it be in clothes, hobbies or things like that (and I think it applies to Feitan, he really stands out among the Spiders even thought he's silent). The evanescence, as I said before, found its place right in the Aquarius' moods, sometimes he's there willing to talk, while the other time he disappears for weeks or months. Usually natives of this signs are fond of unusual media like manga, graphic novels and similar things ( his Trevor Brown fixation enters in this category). The Aquarius is logical, like every Air sign, and thinks about the collective when in a group and proceeds to work for its benefits, despite its independant nature.

The Sun in Aquarius often grants pale skin tone and eyes with a percing and ice-cold gaze.

Ascendant: oh the Scorpio ascendant, one of my favourites. The Scorpio is most mysterious out of the Water sign, the one nearest to the "dark side of the things". This sign analyzes and goes into the depht of things for fun, and the chill of the risk is pure bliss to whomever has a strong or well developed Scorpio presence in their chart. It's a revengeful sign that can, and will, elaborate a sarcastic and at the worst hurtful comeback. As expected, the Scorpio sign has a thing for whatever is considered taboo (magic, sex, blood etc) and this recalls the already named interst for Feitan towards Trevor Brown's books.

But don't let all the things above trick you, the Scorpio has a really caring, emotional and empathetic side, the cruel and heartless façade is often a self-defense technique, because when a Scorpio placements, especially in one or more of the big three, cares for someone and loves them, it truly gives it all and shows, directly or not, it's most fragile side. Such a thing in Feitan is clearly well-hidden and seeing his Venus (planet of love) retrogade confirmed his actual struggle with the human side of his soul. This rising is probably part of the most complex ones.

Having a Scorpio rising brings the native to have dark eyes, not necessarly brown or black, they can be even light colored but the hue is dark, and a magnetic aura tipycal of the Scorpio placements.

Moon: the Virgo Moon is picky and a great hard worker when it wants to. It means Feitan is both practical and systematic, the Virgo is a sign that wants structures and organizes its reality in structurs, in fact this sign is a great control freak, everything must go according to the plans.

As it grants a strong view on the physical side of reality, the Moon in Virgo is judgemental and reasoning towards the world of emotions, it takes long to warm up, maybe even more time that takes the Scorpio to trust someone. This Moon can be an enigma for whoever is around a person with strong Virgo placements, since they can be a lot perfectionist in a said job, following instructions and not allowing anything to interfer with their goals.

So if you add Aquarius' detatchment and Scorpio's trust issues with Virgo's apparent coldness, you basically obtain an individual that creates a true bond rarely and with lot of time (says Feitan to me lol).

Other important placements:

The elements that caught my eye in particular.

Mercury in Pisces: in this sign, Mercury reaches its pick of intuition and creativity, being in the Water sign that is creativity itself by definition. Mercury in Pisces has its eyes out for art and enjoys both admiring and doing it, what type of art it produces in the specific can be deducted by certain alignements and placements. A con (or pro, depends on point of vies) is that here Mercury can create a master in emotional manipulation if well supported, and in this case, Feitan's Mercury is more than supported by the Scorpio ascendant.

Usually the voice of someone who has Mercury in Pisces is low-toned and a bit melodic, almost serene. Here again comes the Scorpio ascendant, that adds enigma to the voice itself.

Sun conjunct Jupiter in Aquarius: this aspect brings pride and self-confidence, and a luck too, so it brings Feitan to have great success in a certain area of his life and since the conjunction is in the 3rd house, it will favour his intellectual and reasoning abilities, and if you had the logic of the Aquarius too... it's an absolute win.

There could be enthusiastic and optimism if it wasn't for the trine (blue line) with Saturn. Lemme explain, Saturn is considered a "malefic" so its intervents can bring a lot of harsh aspect, such as in this case, where Saturn is trine to both Sun and Jupiter, it drags down the optimism.

Mars opposite Ascendant: this harsh aspect it's what can explain Feitan's competitive and provocative nature (see the challenge on who kills the most enemies between him and Phinks or the fight against Zazan).

Here a Mars in Taurus, so already hot-headed and short-tempered, it's even more willing to fight since it is opposed to the introspection and emotions (Ascendant), giving tension into personality... someone always on guard, that's it.

Moon opposite Mercury: here we have a conflict between heart and mind (Mercury's placement in Pisces makes it a little softer tho). Still, sometimes Feitan's mind will tell a thing and the heart the other, difficult with a Moon in Virgo but it can still happen. To make rationality and emotionality go well together it's the final goal of this aspect. It's not an easy route, moodiness and humor instability are some of the obstacles the native will have to face.

Some bonus things are: people with this aspect seem to appreciate sarcasm and satire a lot, and some of them have talent in writing (specially if Mercury is in a Water or Air sign).

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So I did my fave boys natal charts. What can you understand? That Aly has a clear kink for whoever has Virgo, Scorpio or Air signs (specially Geminis mlmlml) energies? YES PROBABLY.

What do you guys think of this format? Are you liking it? If you have any suggestion, question etc just drop in my asks. <3

Thanks for reading this post, I wish you a good day, wherever you are!

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