#❝ 𝐬𝐮𝐧 ❞ ─ speaks

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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒🪷 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭.

𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 may indicate having a serious spouse, disciplined, neat and works hard to make fortune for his family, you’ll have a stable and long marriage due to saturn influence, but there will be many lessons to learn along the way.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 are born to be mothers, you can’t convince me otherwise, they just have this caring aura around them that resembles a hug!.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 especially 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧/𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 I’ve seen or talked too always tend to be over thinkers, and i know that this might’ve been said before but it’s really one of their prominent traits, they are usually 25/8 nervous and they tend to be a bit perfectionistic.

Having 𝟏𝟏°, 𝟐𝟑° 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 tells you where you may be original or a trendsetter.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟏°,𝟐𝟑° your ideas, your voice may be unique, if you’re an author or just like writing in general you tend to create unique literature pieces that are considered quite creative.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝟏𝟏°, 𝟐𝟑° your style is original, what you wear, makeup you apply on your face, or even perfumes you buy may be quite underrated or unique etc..

Having 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟖°, 𝟐𝟎° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 may indicate going through many transformations with your friendships, they are always unstable, changing and evolving, also you may be the type to change personalities and sacrifice lots of things for your friends, please be careful and don’t get way too attached.

Having 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟐°, 𝟐𝟒° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 may indicate always attracting relationships with people that are calm, like serene or just way too quiet (one may even say secretive) on the outside but freakiest people to exist on the inside, one of my friends has this placement and her boyfriend barley speaks when he’s around us, but when he calls her and thinks we can’t hear him let me tell you.. that man becomes a whole different person, its kinda fascinating to be honest, neptune illusionary influence doesn’t fail to impress me.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 are hot as hell, both figuratively and well… literally no like they need to chill please calm down a bit you guys are really really fiery, always on your feet and ready to throw hands if someone angers you, seems cliché i know but it’s the truth.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 is one of my favorite placements to have, and i believe that it indicates fame and having a very beautiful spouse, also a very ethereal beauty.

I also noticed something a weird pattern on a whim but why does 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 tend to work on medical fields and 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 may excel quite well in companies, relations and business in general.

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧>>>>>>> that’s it.

If they have earth placements combined with fire placements you won at life.

I have 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟓° 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞, many people have told me that my voice is soothing and beautiful, i also love singing!.

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𝐬𝐮𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - written for gn!reader/tav, and for myself, who needs the comfort. this was written in one seating and not proofread, so please forgive any mistakes or irregularities lol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 660

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・

“sweetheart?”

astarion’s voice and a knock at the door makes you freeze.

“are you alright?”

tears trickle down your cheeks. damp spots darken the inn’s worn bedlinen, and you struggle to find your voice amidst a congested nose and tight throat. your knuckles curl around the blanket that you’ve thrown over your head. grey clouds creep across the horizon, foreboding a downpour at any second. 

“i- ah-”

in an attempt to clear your nostrils, you sniffle and snort back thick mucus. it hits the back of your throat and you go into a coughing fit. astarion shifts his weight uneasily behind the door, hand hovering over the doorknob. 

“can i come in?” 

he speaks softly; warily. 

“yes. please.”

your words come out like a plead. the door squeaks on its hinges as astarion pushes it open to your room. you see nothing but bleak rays of candlelight that creep through the threadbare blanket, yet you know the vampire approaches you judging from the quiet shuffle of his feet across the wooden floorboards. 

“whatever is the matter?” 

the edge of your bed sinks down under his weight. your teeth dig into your lower lip, heart beating against your chest. somehow, you’re embarrassed to show astarion your face (and more than that, perhaps. all of the reasons that had caused your poor heart to shatter into pieces leave your mind in an instant and you feel silly – a fool, for crying over an assortment of nonsensical reasons). astarion’s hand rests on your shoulder, even as you lay curled up with your back to him. 

maybe he would take you for a child. immature: one who knows nothing of the world but flowers that bend to a spring wind’s will and gentle, foamy waves that kiss sandy shores. you imagine astarion might even be upset. perhaps you should have told him something was wrong earlier, or he would get frustrated that you were crying in your crib like a newborn babe. 

your mind swims with a hundred tales to excuse your tears, but before you can utter a single word, you feel astarion’s warmth press against your back and his arms wrap around you. 

“you don’t have to say anything, my dear. cry all you need.”

fresh tears rise to your eyes and you instinctively clam a hand over your mouth, stifling the sobs that make your shoulders tremble. 

“i will be here – with you, for you.”

the coil in your chest relaxes. astarion holds you close as you shatter apart once again.

.

at some point, you turn over in bed and peel back the covers. your eyes meet. yet, astarion’s gaze does not change from one of love to that of disgust, of frustration. his thumb gently wipes away a last tear that clings to the inner corner of your eye. your eyelid flickers shut in response, and you sniffle once more. 

“i’m sorry,” you choke out. 

“for what?” he replies, almost incredulously. 

astarion seems puzzled. your bottom lip quivers as you rest your head on his chest, still encased in your blanket cocoon from the shoulders down. 

“i got snot on your shirt.”

he pauses. then astarion lets out a soft huff of amusement, hand finally coming to rest on your lower back. 

“why would you ever apologise for that?”

he leans forward and presses a kiss between your brow. before you can reply with a halfhearted ‘i don’t know’, astarion rests his head in the curve between your neck and shoulder. his curls tickle your cheek, but you stop him. 

“i have all of eternity. so please take your time, my love. all of mine is yours.”

astarion’s warmth feels like that of the sun meeting the earth, glowing rays spilling across the cusp of the land. you stand barefooted in the plains of faerûn. as grass blades tickle your ankles and birds leave their nest to cry the morning forth, the astarion offers you his hand. 

you take it.

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[Note: Hello my lovelies 💕 I'm not present as this is one of my scheduled post from my 1 year hiatus. This post is about tropical astrology. Happy reading!]

Part 6

◌ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬 born between 𝟐𝟒 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝟏𝟖 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟔 have a nice handwriting or voice due to having 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢

◌ 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐇 tends to aim being an "𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫". Art department? ✓ Music department? ✓ Academic department? ✓ Sports department? ✓ From my experience being with them they're most likely pick a department & try to hone their skills to perfection.

(For example: Art department. Learns how to master watercolour, charcoal drawings, acrylics, oil paintings etc.)

◌ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 - 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 🤝 hopeless romatics

◌ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 - 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬🤝 realists

◌ 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧 with a 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 might get compliments from being mature/responsible or being a good parent one day. They're the type of people that takes care of others especially their loved ones like cooking/cleaning up for them.

◌ I've noticed that 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 (𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬, 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨, 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧) in the chart especially in the 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝟑 (𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠) usually don't post/share anything on their social media like Instagram. If you see them post it's like once in a blue moon. They're usually reserved in their private lives.

(Unless they have a lot of fire & air signs in the chart)

◌ I've also noticed that 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 in the 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝟑 might go through phases like deleting social media, distancing themselves from social media etc.

◌ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐚 (𝟑𝟎𝟏𝟖) 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟐𝐇 could indicate that the Godiva person glances at the 12H person while they're not focused, not aware, hidden/subtle glances.

◌ If you're interested in 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭/𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲/𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲 check for 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 (𝟐𝟓𝟗𝟖) in your chart. I've noticed that ppl who are interested in tarot tends to have Merlin in the 3H & 6H or Merlin aspected to AC/MC or personal planets especially Sun & Moon.

◌ Check for 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 (𝟓𝟔) in your natal chart if you have 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲/𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬/𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(You have it prominent when it's conjuncting personal planets/ASC/DC/MC/IC.)

𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

Melete in Leo tends to have anxiety in their younger years/childhood/kindergarten/primary. Melete conjunct ascendant could mean that other people could see that the native have anxiety. Melete conjunct/square MC could mean that their anxiety triggers in public spaces. Melete conjunct/square Mercury could indicate that the native have anxiety in speaking. They tend to overthink every single wording that they choose & due to that they could take a long time to text. Melete conjunct mars could indicate that the native tends to have anxiety around men.

◌ Look for 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝟑𝟕𝟒𝟐) in your natal chart, it shows how to 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬/𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

Sunshine in 5H is through healing your inner child by watching kids shows/movies. Sunshine in sagittarius is through travelling learning about astrology/tarot. Sunshine - Neptune aspects especially conjunction means that the native uses meditation to heal or uses fantasy as an escapism to 'heal' like reading novels/fiction/fanfiction etc.

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“You’re cold. Come here.”

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐤𝐲  𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐧,        𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭  𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲  𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝.     𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞  𝐢𝐭.     but  she  could  not  hide  the  way  her  body  shivered  when  they  were  stagnant  in  their  journey.     they  had  taken  shelter  beneath  a  rickety  wooden  shed,        𝐚  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡.     𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭,        letting  herself  shiver  without  restraint.     what  dream  stole  her  from  the  day  was  broken  by  his  voice…  she  look  up  at  him,        wet  and  pathetic  in  the  state  that  she  was  in,        𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.     closer  than  she  had  ever  been  to  him.     he  emitted  heat,        he  felt  so  warm—was  it  ifrit?  or  was  it  natural?  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲  𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡  𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞.     a  tad  embarrassed  at  the  butterflies  in  her  stomach,        but  glad  he  was  not  aware  of  them  and  could  not  see  the  flush  on  her  cheeks.   

❛  guess  i  should  have  dressed  a  little  bit  warmer.     ❜  she  voiced,        his  brief  chuckle  put  her  more  at  ease.     𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.     it  was  so  warm.     it  felt  abnormal  for  someone  to  emit  so  much  heat,        but  he  was  a  dominant  of  fire.     𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐮𝐩  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬,        ❛  is  jill  cold?  ❜  she  mused  aloud  hoping  he  would  have  the  answer,        ❛  𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐨  𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦…  and  i  thought  maybe  it  was  ifrit  making  you  this  warm…  so  i  wondered  if  that  would  make  jill  cold.     ❜  though  her  gaze  had  shifted  while  speaking,        𝐢𝐭  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝  𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝,        but  pulled  away  when  his  eyes  reached  her.   

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡   :   accepting.

#who can blame her if she has a little crush u // u #clive can't just embrace people #‹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. › prose. › #‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › tifa &. clive. › riseifrit. › #‹ 𝐯. › final fantasy xvi. › #‹ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱. › answered. › #‹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. › inbox. ›

[paranines-arch]

    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 :   [ trace ]  ―  sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body    🕸️    @ᴅᴇᴀᴅᴇʏᴇʀ    ‟  lyla ... 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘵 .

   𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 .   old base boards and untreated wood glistening like sweat as bursts of sunrays  𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲  through thin sheets of curtains .   the morning is cool ,   suited for those who  w̳a̳k̳e̳ u̳p̳  to sit on their porches with  𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 .   not for men like him ,   fallen from grace ,   an  𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘀  having touched a very hot sun .   having writhed under  b̳u̳r̳n̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳w̳i̳n̳g̳s̳  and wax ,   watched as his greatest creation — his very own body — befell itself into  𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 .   a state in which he has found  n̳o̳ ̳c̳u̳r̳e̳ .   of which he faults others' fear of him on himself though it is not his fault that he was made this way .   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 ,   be it in the glass of his broken windows or in the reflection of a trespasser's eyes .   it's far  e̳a̳s̳i̳e̳r̳  for him to  𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁  with his fingers pinched around the foil of a  cigarette  package ,   but not when his teeth  s̳i̳n̳k̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳o̳  the filter .   and not when people ask why he's mumbling around the  𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲  too big for his mouth .

   though ,   he  𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  if there were times he could  not recognize  himself in what he's become ,   it would be times  l̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳s̳e̳ .   he thinks he  𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲  it ,   but that he feels less monstrous in the cage of arthur's arms .   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 ,   𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 ,   𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 across the expanse of his stomach .   and when they make short elementary shapes along his skin ,   he  w̳o̳n̳d̳e̳r̳s̳  how long he may be  𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱  such a luxury before it is taken from him .

   in this temperature ,   he sinks into the  𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵  at his back .   🙶 morning . . . 🙷   he speaks softly into the  crumpled  sheets ,   his pillow .   with an  𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆  breath ,   𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 ,   as he tries to forget how he feels in his own skin .

#ˑ 🕸️ ﹙ ⁱⁱ ﹚ » ﹝ in character ﹞ . #( hope you enjoy the sweetness!! .

[cabbxges-and-kings]

( A.be W.oodhull ; continued )

      𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. To preserve his Loyalist act and to keep the spy ring concealed as much as possible, Abe was recommended ordered to be shut inside the barn like it was the end of days. His shoes were starting to get worn in by the pressure he placed on his feet, by his pacing, and the general tension held within his body. When he wasn't pacing, he was flicking through memories in his mind to keep the day away. A blink, it would be morning. Another blink, it would be night. Days were lost to the sands of time and the smell of the barn and the tickle of hay was rendered normal to the farmer turned spy.

      His eyes pulled away in its unfocused draw on the wrapped body next to him to peer up at his childhood best friend, his warm voice breaking through his disengagement of everything around him. Even under the gray wrappings swaddled the body, he could see the image of his father’s closed eyes and pale face under his eyelids. Even as he stared up at Ben.

      He swallowed past the lump in his throat and the dryness scratching at the inside of his neck bothered him less than his grief, the solid stone weighing down his stomach and the rest of his body with it. He felt like he reached middle age early and that he finally reached his father’s age in hours.

       ❝ Thomas was young and healthy, ❞ he repeated, knowing Ben would know exactly who he was speaking of now. It wasn’t his son, but his brother. There wasn’t a large age difference between the two sons, usually Thomas’ clothes that he grew out of would soon fit Abe’s growing stature as they aged into adults. ❝ And he died. ❞ I killed him was a whispered confession between his words as his gaze remained steady, more focused this time, on Ben’s.

       ❝ Who will be next? Youth means nothing in the hands of death and you know that, Ben. ❞

      The mention of the war made Abe break away from his stare, tilting his head and staring down at the ground with an annoyed pinch between his brows that pulled them closer together. The war cost his brother, it cost his father, his town, the detachment of his community. There will be another war and Thomas will be called upon--demanded--or he will go on his own free will. Abe couldn’t stop him and he couldn’t give him any wise wisdom for the journey on the battlefield because Abe had no place on it in this war. He was a spy, the lowest of the low as some believed.

       ❝ What if the British strike again if we win? What then? And Thomas is eligible to fight? I can’t stop him if he feels like it's his duty to fight for his country. Thomas isn’t here to dissuade his nephew from service. That’s what I’m worried about. ❞ He didn’t want to explain what brought this on. Death was everywhere, even as he was locked away in his barn. His father’s body was still here and he would have to find a way to get both that and him back to Setauket, but that was the least of his worries. He felt like this was only the beginning, it was all going to get worse from here and neither Ben nor Caleb could convince him otherwise. They may not be there at all to offer comfort.

@honorhearted​

#honorhearted #( 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ; threads (( Abe )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Abe ) #( I threw this in s4 to change things up a bit after Richard died ) #death mention tw #( aaaaa don't remind me of Sprout's death ) #( it makes him worrying over that worse ) #( why do I feel soft for Abe now )

[laurelsun]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

min deals with a condition called 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞. she deals with music stuck in her head constantly. it can be distracting and messes with her sleep schedule. a way to combat this, min likes to listen to music every opportunity she gets. you can often find her with earphones in or a song on speaker.

𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐧 is made up of american, south korean and japenese members! min can speak korean and a bit of japenese. she does prefer to speak in english as she grew up in new york.

soo min is very nervous to meet her father for the first time. not because she's scared; but, because she doesn't want to disappoint him. the gods in general, make her nervous.

being in the lime light is a HUGE safety risk for a demi-god. it's only a matter of time before her luck streak runs out. the fury that attacked her when she was a teenager still has min on her shit list and won't give up so easily.

she tries to remain neutral in family disputes. she prefers to have all the info before she makes any rash decisions.

she does deal with a level of anxiety. safety is never guaranteed. but, she can recognize when to relax and when she should worry.

her purse consists of hand lotion ( sweet jasmine and rose ) , bandaids, a travel sized perfume, a small journal, a pen, her wallet and headphones. ( she never leaves the house without them )

she trained for a year to be in laurel sun.

#♫ ⁄ 𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑅𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 ミ character study.

[berryfeilds]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Summary- Remus is a morning person, and you are a night owl, somehow it works for the both of you.

Warnings- Reader is described with female attributes, no use of y/n

W/C- 3.6k

A/N: i headcanon peter being a sassy mf, also im worried remus is a little ooc so if you have any suggestions for future fics im sat. Also my fancast for remus is young david thewlis but for the life of me i could not find a gif of him, its truly heart breaking.

Remus Lupin, contrary to his popular nickname, is a morning person. He likes rising with the sun and sleeping with the moon. He used to stay up during humid summer days just to watch the orange sun come up and bless the wet green grass and illuminate against the windows. His house had a little porch outstretched giving him the perfect view of seeing the world being awoken. The night birds crawling into bed and the morning birds starting their chirping routine, and he always thought he was so lucky to be in this moment right there right now, with a cup of tea sitting on his porch watching and listening intently. After his unfortunate condition, his opinion further solidified how much he enjoyed the day. Once the moon rises, so does his fear; The dark, the nagging feeling of itchiness on his neck, the insomnia –he hates it. He cried and cried until the tears ran out. Counting sheep didn’t work, hot milk, taking a warm bath, tiring himself out during the day, all if it didn’t work. 

Once back in Hogwarts he enjoys basking in the comfort that he slept with his best mates beside him, their snoring, funnily enough, executed like white noise to his sleepless ears. He never shared these thoughts with them though, worried they would poke fun of him. (Even though, when he confided in them about his furry problem, they physically changed into animals.) 

He loved the ascending sun slipping through the curtains in the mornings. He would make his bed while packing his colossal book bag. He takes his time while his fellow Marauders snore away their dreams. Peter curled up in a ball, James sprawled across his bed, his blanket barely covering his body, while Sirius reenacts Dracula's slumber attitude. 

He chuckles softly as he adjusts his tie, before he slumps into his desk chair pulling a borrowed copy of a famous muggle book from Lily. He has a full hour to himself and his book –and James’ thunderous snores– He’s basking in the time and the apricot glaze and the fact that he gets to see his sun; You.

Speaking of, you, however, are not a morning person. You wake up grumbling incoherent words with eyes half open. You are the definition of the stereotypical, Don't Talk To Me Before My Morning Coffee™. People who know you well have an unspoken rule that advises them that they shouldn't talk to you for at least thirty minutes after you wake up. Your unruly hair and disheveled state is truly a sight to see and whoever utters even a breath of a snicker, beholds your forenoon fury. Well, everyone except Remus.

Ever since you both started dating he shared his love of the soft early mornings and your fondness of the navy starry night. On numerous occasions he would sneak to the girl dormitories to gently wake you up to watch the sunrise. And on nights when the sky is glittering with humble stars you get to steal him away after dinner to stargaze and name the fortunate constellations that get to sight your pleasant love.

Remus stands when James’ alarm clock starts ringing horrible sounds of the Mandrake. He bought it at a secret student run auction in the Three Broomsticks and thought it was hilarious, the rest of the crowd doesn't share the same sentiment though.

“Ughh James!” Sirius groans as pushes the sides of his pillow to his ears, smushing his wild hair. Peter shoots off his bed and knocks his head on his bedside table. “Oww..” Peter rubs his temple with closed eyes. Remus laughs at the recurring commotion. 

He walks over to James’ screeching clock and bangs it to shut up before grabbing a kicked out pillow on the floor and smacking him with it. James finally stirs awake and Remus takes that as a win and time to pick you up.

“Peter, make sure thing one and thing two get their pants on, I’m going to-” Peter cuts him off, while Remus shrugs his backpack over his shoulder. “Pick up your girlfriend and smooch while running away in the sun, yeah yeah.” Peter stands and gathers his blanket with a torpid scowl. Remus gives a tight-lipped smile a silent “Good luck,” and walks out the door to collect you for your little morning ritual. 

You start to rouse when your alarm clock sounds off and begrudgingly stretch out your arms, pushing off your extremely fluffy warm heavenly feeling blanket. Looking around your room with half lidded eyes you realize that your roommates are all gone. You revel in this new found information and ponder if you can sneak in an extra fifteen minutes of blissful sleep, maybe you can even convince Remus to sleep with you. 

Before you can muster an evil plan to trap your sweet, loving boyfriend, a faint rhythm of knocks sound on the door. A steady smile makes way to your face at the confidential super secret knocks; it's your Moony.

“Hi mouser,” Remus opens the door and shuffles in, grinning cutely. He closes the door and slumps his bag by the foot of your bed. “Rem, don’t make me get up,” You groan and shove yourself under your God woven blanket. He sits down beside your hidden figure.

He snickers before gently pulling your blanket from your hidden face, “Ohh, I know my love, but classes start in approximately an hour, and I want to shove our faces with breakfast and fill you up to the brim, with copious amounts of coffee,” He brushes away your rowdy hair before giving you a cute kiss on your temple. You exhale a deep breath and brace yourself up and look at Remus with tired-glazed eyes.

“I’m afraid you're gonna have to haul me out of bed, Remmy,” You pout amusingly. Remus takes you in affectionately before replying to you with a smile, “I could do that or I could do this..” He leans in slowly and kindly presses his warm lips on your awaiting ones. You inhale a short breath from your nose at the sweet surprise. He draws away to your dismay and eyes you, pleased with his choice. 

“Hmm, I like your approach a lot better,” you open your eyes and peer at him, delighted. “Good, now let's get you ready.” He concludes as he pats your quilt-covered thigh. You groan as you flip the blanket off with a heavy, dramatic and loud sigh.

As promised, Remus pigs you out with all the numerous flavoursome food and practically  infuses coffee into your veins. Your group talks over each other comically; someones asking for homework answers, others discussing Binn’s test, and the rest talking about the upcoming concert you all want to try and sneak into. For the remainder of the mismatched chats, your boyfriend has his hand glued around you the whole time as you both converse between yourself like a couple of love sick third years. 

Remus extends his arm and inspects his watch. One that you gave him on his birthday in your fifth year. He admires it with nostalgia every time he has the chance; he hasn't removed it since the evening you timidly gave him his present bag—that is, before Dorcas dragged you away— 

The arm of the clock hits your agreed time and Remus physically perks up.

Quickly gathering your hand and your bags, Remus offers the unaware group a flimsy excuse before dashing out of the dining hall. “Rem slow down, the sun can wait, my legs however have not received their daily dose of coffee!”

“The sun can’t wait, don’t be silly!”

The courtyard is pleasantly silent. Leisure winds flow through the trees while the birds chirp in reply. The two of you are cuddled together, bundled up with fuzzy coats and gloves, holding coffee for you and tea for him. The star of the show finally graces up the stairs to gaze down at your happy faces and warms you up after the unrelenting, biting wind. There was a silent fleeting thought between the two of you: how happy you were to spend every morning together, how it would be so wonderful to spend every morning this peaceful and loving. You slot your head in the crook of his neck, giving him a kiss on his shoulder, a quiet way of saying how much you love him and appreciate being there with him. However, you don't think the action is enough.

“Remus..” You whisper. Remus keeps his sight on the vision ahead of him, “Yeah dove?” You nuzzle your head adoringly, “Thank you for waking me up every morning to experience this with you, I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be here with you, right here, right now,”

 Remus rips his stare on the land to look at you, his eyes misty with devotion. “There is no other person who I would rather spend the rest of my life with watching the sunrise everyday.” You both stare at each other, nothing less than love swirling in your orbs. 

The feeling gives in to the incessant need to plant your delicate coffee-tasting lips on his tea ones. You gently lean in, allowing him to wander the remaining distance to you like a bear drawn to honey. The kiss was a mixture of shyness, newly discovered passion, and admiration. It seemed as though nothing else mattered but the two of you and your exciting, glue-stick love.

That's when you understood there would be no one like Remus—smart, adoring, as he made you feel like the only girl in the world—that he would ever meet. 

You pull back to look at him again, and beam brightly at him. Remus laughs heartily as he draws you in closer. The both of you resembled two cats, embraced in a cocoon of fabric, as the sun bewitched the two of you. Remus has only ever experienced warmth from the sun in the mornings or the fireplace in the winter, but he believes he finally has found his eternal sun.

Remus maintains his attention on your tender form as you shift your focus to the orange beauty appearing before you. He found it unfathomable that you, of all people, who hate waking up once forced even if someone coaxed you with coffee, would wake up willingly, just to sit in silence in the morning with him. His heart clenches. No one has ever done this for him, even the early rises in the friend group, but you, sweet, stoic, you, who would rather throw yourself in front of a killing curse than wake up before 7 am, would do this for him, and feel lucky. He finds the plain thought ridiculous, he should be the lucky one.

Remus rises for the sun; You rise for him, to see him shine in the fierce light, happy and refreshed.

You would give up your starry nights to feel his sunny love.

Classes were cruel and gory and to your chagrin the clock's hand isn't moving quickly enough to your satisfaction. You were dreaming about your cozy bed and a satisfying hot supper. But before you can turn in for the night, there's just one more thing you need to do.

It was your turn to share your astral love with your moon.

Classes shortly ended after ten minutes and you sluggishly packed away your papers and bag. You walked out of class making weary conversation with Dorcas, walking your way to your house to change into anything other than your scratch-tight uniform. No matter what the day is, special occasion, or holiday, you're always spent by the end of the day. Your friends think it's the most hilarious thing that you're tired after classes but go to bed at two ante meridiem, four the latest, no more than that you argue.

However, even after your eyes beg for sweet closure, your legs still embark on the journey to the Astronomy Tower. Every night a surprise, every night sharing the company of the stars, every night sharing it with Remus. It’s funny, you met Remus on one of your lazy walks back to bed after your meet with the moon. 

He was running away from a teacher late at night after helping his fellow Marauders with a prank. He bumped into you while turning a corner and spilled over with hurried apologies, soon after he grabbed your arm and sprinted to a safe closet to hide. 

There he asked you in hushed whispers why you were out after curfew. Embarrassed and reluctant to tell him your best-kept secret, you proposed a deal: You’ll only talk if he told you what he was doing and whose the unfortunate soul that gets the special treatment from The Marauders.

You both ended the classified night with a promise not to tattle on each other. However even though you parted ways, your heart didn’t.

Stolen glances at each other, secret smiles from across the room, whispered hi’s in the hallways. It was truly pathetic, even your friends were growing tired of it, but you couldn’t help it. You ushered in information about him over the course of those weeks and you came to the conclusion that Remus John Lupin is briskly witty, quiet, respectful, and so, so sweet. 

He plagued you just like you did him. 

Not long after, he finally got over your silly charades and asked you shyly if he could take you and show you his favorite leisure. And as a form of repayment, you invited him on your many stargazing rendezvous. The rest of your time just piles up like stacked broken cassests in your head, locked away only to be opened to stash more sparky meetups, and stellar visionaries.

You promptly change into more cozy clothes, grab your needed homework, and everything you need to go to the dining hall. Hearing your loud friend group, a smile runs a way to your face and you strut over with your bag. A holler of cheers mixed with your name and whistles as you sit down next to Peter and Lily. You parallel with a lazy wave, although your eyes only seem to close in on one specific werewolf. Bashful, adorable smiles pinch at your guys’ lips. Remus whisks an inaudible “Hi you.” 

You rip your orbs away from your handsome boyfriend to sit down. Hauling out your homework to start working on your due papers as Lily fixes you up a plate of food. You fall into gossip as your two friends add in their input to your paper and banter for dialogue. 

Finished dinner plates and papers done and packed, the characters around you eagerly discuss the concert this upcoming weekend, well, mostly Sirius, James, Marlene and Dorcas coming up with plans and spells so you guys can catch it on time while Mary drags you and Lily about possible outfits and hairstyles. 

Unbeknownst to you, Remus has a love-sick expression as he ogles your laughing form, observing his watch tick tock tick tocking away until you both can escape the mighty jungle that you call your friend group. He can’t wait to hear you point out the constellations that own the sky, blaring at you, asking to be seen. And who are you to not give them your undivided attention.

And who is Remus not to give you his ears and eyes. 

Peter goes on about whatever happened in the class they didn’t share together, until he recognizes Remus is paying absolutely no attention to him. He scoffs offendly before giving him a soft upright slap to the head. “Is it the case with all of you to get ruder when you start dating?” He gruffs with an eye roll.

 “Oh shove it Peter, as if you don’t act the same way with Sybill,” He elbows with equal force.

The clock hits you and the stars o’clock and he stands up abruptly, snatching his bag in the process. “This isn’t over Lupin!” Peter exclaims jokingly. Remus gives him a dull finger as he rounds the table to whisk you away. “Ohh, Romeo coming to steal his Juliette,” Marlene smirks at you, looking to her right. Your shoulders visibly cheer up and you excitedly turn to the side. As promised, the lycanthropus crossed towards you just as jubilant. 

You quickly gather the papers you brought in your hands and stand as you announce your departure to your rather childish friends. “Alright, we’re gonna-” You start before Sirius cuts you off loudly, “Get some, hell yeah Moony!” He laughs as James raises his hand to receive a high five.

“I wonder where they’re gonna choose this time, hopefully not the broom closet, don’t wanna follow in Pads’ footsteps!” James jokes, as Sirius lets out an insulted “Hey!” Remus intends to shame the two fools next to you with his infamous sailor mouth, but fortunately Lily beats him to it.

“Better go before they start moaning,” She shoos the two of you off hurriedly with an empathetic smile. You nod blithely with a sheepish face, determined to get away from the juveniles. 

You grab Remus’ scarred hands as the two of you all but sprint out before your simpleton friends embarrass you any further. You both giggle as you cross over the courtyard sneakily to climb up the stairs to the Astronomy tower. Your interlocked fingers stay fixed the whole way to the top. 

You both take deep huffs upon reaching the top, “Never gets easier,” You finally let go of him as you place both hands on your knees, catching your breath. Remus laughs breathily as he replies, “All that sleeping takin’ a toll on ya, isn’t it darling?” He ridicules you. 

You narrow your eyes as he strolls to the rails, “Aren’t you a funny one huh?” You add a frown on your face for good measure.

“I’m just sayin’, all that sleeping can’t be good for your posture,” He shrugs as he looks at you with a teasing smile.

“At least it’s making me pretty,” You scoff at his argument. You cross the floor to stand by him on the balcony. He fondly peers at you before responding, “I don’t think you need sleep for that dove,” He replies cooly.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere mister,” You scrunch your face up at him, using your index finger to accusingly point at him.

“Hardly flattery when it’s the truth though?” He amuses, tentatively approaching you, reaching up to lure you in, effectively imprisoning you in his claw arms. You wrap your arms around his torso and blush up at him. It doesn’t matter how long the two of you dated, these simple but charming actions still seem to make you shiver with nervousness. 

Remus starts to sway you both as you gaze up at the stars, and him at you. You smile knowingly before verbalizing your thoughts, “Stars are in the sky Rem, not on my face,” Your fingers lightly grazing the back of his spine, you keep your eyes on the stars as he replies

“Hard to see a difference when you glow like one,” He pets your hair lovingly. Remus begins to back you two up against a wall. His chest to yours, his back to the cobblestone. He bucked up his knees, indicating that you were going down with him as he was going to sit. 

You grow warm with his honey words, if someone said the exact same thing you would think that they were making fun of you and probably sour your face while throwing a foul remark. But the look on Remus’ face resembled nothing but severity. His words hold a certain weight that makes you believe anything he says. You could be looking at a triangle but still trust his opinion if he were to say it was a square. 

His hands fall to the plumpness of your cheeks as he caresses you. “My pretty sun” He rubs your cheekbones with his thumb. You bring your hands up to hold his marred face, your dominant thumb stroking his winning lips.

“Sun?” You question. He nods at you with a striking smile, “Yeah, it makes sense that way; I’m your moon, and you're my pretty sun,” He speaks softly, whispering like you were his best kept secret.

That sentence alone has you speechless. How can someone be so shy but saccharine with his tongue? Your mouth is slightly agape with eyes sparkling at him. This has Remus giggling as he holds your face in his large calloused hands, bringing you closer to his beautiful, hardened face.

“My only galaxy,” He whispers before leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. He continues, “My starry night,” A kiss on your nose, “My glowing star,” Another on your left cheek, “The only constellation,” And your right cheek. He gently lifts your face to delve in your loving stupor. 

“My pretty sun,” He finishes breathily pulling your awaiting lips to his.

That's when Remus realized, that maybe nights aren’t so bad. Maybe seeing your sparkling features swallow in the nebula, as he holds you, is worth all the pain. He'll have the best sleep of his life in your arms, so the pain, insomnia, and fear won't matter anymore. He's secure and cherished in your arms. He'll drift his gaze to the stars above you in your arms, instead of worrying about the next full moon.

He settles it then, that he would give up his golden, tango days, to see you delighted in the presence of the moon. To keep you happy, just for a moment longer with him.

© berryfeilds 2024

#i smell snow #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin reader insert #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus john lupin

[therron-shan]

❝ 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 ❞ 

↳ not rated ↳ oneshot, 3.5k ↳ jedi knight x lord scourge ↳ pining, denial of feelings, relationship study

Sio shifts in his own chair, biting back the disappointment that swells up in him at their conversation being definitely over; he could listen to Scourge talk all night.  It feels as if he’s gone weeks without hearing the low, smooth rumble of his voice after spending a lifetime on Makeb, too tensed to truly relax, to allow himself the simple pleasure of speaking with the person who gives him more comfort than anyone else.

More comfort than he should, being Sio’s naturally sworn enemy.

He tucks his legs beneath himself as best as he can in the small chair and tries to go back to the novel still open on his datapad. Sometime, while conversing with Scourge, the thrum of the Force around them had all but dissipated and now it’s limited only to the Sith in front of him; something that Sio deems both a blessing and a curse.  He’s grown used to Scourge’s brand in the Force; the twisted, tragic aura that beats with every breath he takes.  The first time they met, it’d howled at Sio in its intensity, shocking him speechless, he’d never sensed anything like it before – but now, it’s calmer. As if… as if being with Sio has granted Scourge some of the relief he’s sought for centuries.

If only.

#swtor #my writing #jedi knight/lord scourge #oc: siol'oven #lord scourge #swtor fanfiction #fanfiction

[rosepyrearchive]

@footagecaught​ :     ❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜

                               𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

𝓔𝒀𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑺  𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑻  𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬  𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹  𝑨𝑺  she  breathes,     her  heart  still  drumming  against  her  chest  from  the  sudden  awakening  ;     mo,     thrashing  awake,     fear  in  his  eyes  . . .          𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮  𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀  𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀.          his  head  lies  on  the  other  side  of  her  chest,     and  she’s  thankful  he  isn’t  in  the  direct  line  of  her  hummingbird  heart.          instead,     he’s  in  the  perfect  position  for  her  stroke  the  back  of  his  head,     to  hold  his  cheek  so  his  face  lays  against  her  soft  skin.          serena  wholly  embraces   him,     and  mo’s  body,     his  warmth,     devours  her     ━━━━      𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐭.

moments  of  silence  pass  in  between  until  he  speaks,     and  her  index  finger  nudges  his  chin  upwards,     until  she  can  gaze  at  him,     with  nothing  less  than  the  tenderest  adoration.

❝          never,          ❞                     she  murmurs,     his  warm  brown  eyes  easily  the  most  beautiful  sight  she’s  ever  seen.          the  library  of  alexandria  had  always  been  her  dream  ;     the  world’s  greatest  collection  of  knowledge  has  nothing  on  the  way  he  looks  at  her  now,     the  way  he  smiles  at  her  in  the  dark  and  holds  her  close  in  the  daylight.          mo  reminds  her  of  daylight.

never,     forever  . . .          are  such  a  long  time  for  a  girl  like  her.

infinity.

𝐭𝐡𝐞����  𝐬𝐚𝐲  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐧  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐠𝐨  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲.

looking  at  mo  now,     serena  thinks  that  the  day  he  dies,     or  the  day  he  leaves,     will  be  the  equivalent     ━━━━     but  it  won’t  be  her  that  goes  first.

❝          i  promise.          i  swear.          i  could  happily  spend  every  second  of  every  day  by  your  side.          ❞                    tilting  her  head,     serena  kisses  his  temple,     his  cheek.                  ❝          do  you  want  to  try  sleeping  again  ?          talk  ?          or  i  could  make  you  tea,     mon  nounours  ?          ❞

#u : carebear #serena: i will give u teddy bear in french #footagecaught #◞ ⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ this is a gift. it comes with a price.

[wistcrias]

@norkiewrites​ said: ❝ i’m not jealous, who said i’m jealous? ❞ jayce talis ➵ mel medarda

           𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 of her beloved city, bathing the pale metropolis in its fiery light, and fiercer shadows. soon, it will be gone –– taking this deluge of color with it; mel has only minutes to paint as though the brush is but an extension of her eyes, the handle becoming one with the tips of her fingers. but her arm does not move, the canvas growing drier yet as she sets the brush down on the edge of the easel. there is a smear of carmine across her face like blood from where she had wiped the sweat off her forehead.

❝ jayce, ❞ she begins, eyeing him with something close to a smile –– but mel holds it close to her chest like a secret. until it breaks forth, tugging at her lips. there’s a fondness in mel’s eyes that speaks of an affection she has yet to give words to. ❝ you looked like a wounded puppy. ❞ that morning, at the conference given with one of demacia’s nobles at her side. mel had pretended not to notice the way the older man’s eyes had lingered on her, nor the gravel with which he had professed she was far more beautiful than the stories had told. pretty words were all they were, and mel knows all about them.

she sidles up to jayce, setting a hand on his chest. ❝ as... intensely attractive as it is to see this side of you, you... have nothing to worry about. ❞ her eyes are keen, sharp and bright as they hold his own. ❝ I’ve had my... trysts in the past, that’s no surprise. but none have ever lasted as long as this. take comfort in that. 

oh –– and jayce? ❞ she tilts up onto the tips of her gilded sandals, allowing her lips to barely brush jayce’s. ❝ ...and you were most definitely jealous. ❞ 

#BARK BARK WOOF BARK BARK about them #〈 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍. 〉 MEL M : answered. #NORKIEWRITES: jayce talis. #norkiewrites #〈 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎. 〉 ANSWERED .

[poetbythegrave]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐈 ⠀𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧.

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How tragic it is to bind yourself to someone who will eventually drift away. With no words spoken, no second thoughts—they just disappear from your life as if you never mattered in any way. But at the back of your mind, you knew well, there was a reason as to why it had to happen. May it be on you, on him, who the hell knows? Someone's departure is a choice and it shall be felt like that.

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“Your eyes will always remind me of the sky.” His fingers ran through her crimson strands, continuously admiring the view of her which gave him the feeling of tranquility by the seashore. Blue, warm, and soothing. She had always given him the feeling he couldn't decipher but it was an enough reason to stay—but not for long. They unceasingly exchanged small waves of laughter, each sight made them feel as if they were by Malibu beach with a tropical-like heat burning through their skin. It was as steamy as their emotions ranging but couldn't be uttered. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞.

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She laid her hand on top of his, to intertwine their fingers with the thought of never-letting-go. Guess she was never ready for what's to come for the both of them but part of everything is the end, isn't? Their favorite song played from the walkman, as they shared the same earpiece and with every tune, every word from the song, they felt how pure it was to love somebody albeit, both knew they will never be each other's home. “Let me take a few more minutes to memorize your face.” A filtered beam appeared in place yet, it wasn't compelling. He was holding her right at the very own palm of his hands but what could make him feel so wrong about something he was certain about being right all this time?

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Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, her body trembling, mind drowning in skepticism with the reverie of how quintessential it is to stay and never turn away. All the countless laid plans together, sleepless nights shared with another, songs dedicated when words weren't enough to speak their vehemence towards each existence. It only proved how fate can be cruel some times, it'd let you align with someone until it decides you aren't the one. They remained in silence for a moment, indulging one last chance of breathing under each other's noses whilst sharing the final kiss which certainly will be yearned eternally.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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And many believed love was for everyone, perhaps because they have never lived through the reality of settling and relying upon a dusky eidetic memory—of someone who will never be yours but will always remain in unknown parts of you. “...Just so when I meet you in the afterlife, I would know it was you.” He smiled weakly in between their kiss. “And we'll be together.”

#free writing. #personal. #reposted. #way back 2020???? omg