Okay but I just?? love them so much???? hosting a potluck and inviting people they don’t know very well just because they can, always supporting Steven’s interests even if they don’t fully understand the whole gem thing, talking highly of Lars and inviting him to things despite not really knowing him, making Sadie feel welcome and just?? they’re so nice and?? i love how they’re still considered the “cool” kids despite having a few weird interests (like. they drive around in a pizza van) i just rlly love them okay
I remember in my early days trying to find resources on historical Celtic witchcraft. I wanted to learn about the witchcraft from the places I descended from. So, I searched for answers. I read book after book on the supposed witch practices found in Wales, Ireland, and Scotland (Raymond Buckland never steered me so wrong, and that’s really saying something). However, I remember feeling…unsatisfied. It didn’t seem historical or based in any pre-Gardnerian lineage. It seemed like Wiccan influenced witchcraft based in Gaelic and Gallic mythology. However, the authors of the books were claiming that it was truly historical and traditional. Lo and behold, I was correct. So then came the question “What is historical ‘celtic’ witchcraft and where can I find it?”
First of all, there is no one Celtic witchcraft. The word ‘Celtic’ applies to both Gaels and Gauls (though it’s said that Gauls aren’t included in that term at all, but for now, we’ll use it). There are six nations covered under ‘Celt’; Wales, Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, The Isle of Man, and Cornwall. Any witchcraft that originates from those lands can be considered ‘Celtic’, but the use of that term can create confusion and misinformation. Though they may look similar at times, and though they are all witchcraft, they are not the same. Methods changed from environment to environment. The witchery has always been based in the Land.
I’ll briefly describe the practices and lore found in each land, but it is by no means exhaustive.
In the circles of traditional witchcraft, Cornish witchery has been made very clear and accessible with much thanks to the wonderful Gemma Gary. Cornwall has perhaps one of the strongest histories of magical practice out of the Celtic Fringe. Not only witches, but Pellars (cunning folk), were a large part of the culture. Folk magic, the basis of both witch and pellar magic alike, ran rampant through Cornwall. The Pellars of Cornwall held a very strong likeness to witches, so much so that some folklorists consider them the same. The Pellars made it a point to have a wide range of services available to their customer. That meant that they would both curse and cure. The magic of Cornwall often came in the form of small spell bags filled with either powders, folded written charms, or other magical ingredient. These bags did a number of things, from love conjuring, curse breaking, and spirit banishing to healing, luck magic, and finding lost possessions. According to Cornish witch lore, a witch’s power fluctuates with the seasons, and it was in the spring that a witch’s power was renewed. The different pellars and witches of Cornwall would also clash through reputation of power. Though they clashed, the witches of Cornwall would also gather for their sabbats, which were a strange thing to behold to outsiders. Witches, both young and old, would dance with the Devil around fires, faster and closer to the flames with each pass, and never be singed. The ability to spontaneously disappear is spoken of (which may suggest flying). Black animals, especially black cats, are often spoke of in Cornish witch lore. The association with witch and toad is especially strong here, and it can be seen as a familiar, a shapeshifting witch, a charm, or an indicator of a witch.
Witchcraft that comes from Wales can be particularly tricky to find. The term ‘Welsh Witch’ has been popular since the early days of Stevie Nicks. This makes it notoriously difficult to find any historical references on actual Welsh witches. In actuality, there were two kinds of magical practitioner in Wales. The first was a wizard (known as a cunning man in England) and the second was a witch. Wizards were very popular and plenty in number in Wales. Their practice was based mainly in healing the ill and livestock. They also did favors, like giving love potions and undoing witch spells. One Welsh tale, however, tells about a conjuror who is unable to undo a witch’s spell on a butter churn, so the farmer must turn to another witch to reverse it. Welsh witches were thought to have great power. They were able to raise the dead, curse their enemies, and according to older legends, shape shift and fly. Observing the myth of a sorceress named Cerridwen and the legends of Morgan le Fey and Nimue, there comes a general idea of what a witch was in Wales and Welsh legend. The idea of someone brewing potions and poisons was most definitely associated with witches, but more broadly, elements of water and weather seem to have importance. Interaction with the fairies also holds a very strong importance in Welsh craft. Walking between worlds, particularly this world and the world of the Fairy (Avalon, anyone?), was a skill that many wizards, witches, and heroes of Welsh myth acquired. All in all, the witchcraft in Wales is quite similar to the witchcraft found in England, as is the interaction between Wizard (cunning folk or Wise Men and Women) and Witch.
In Brittany, a very strong fear and dislike for witches is found that is unlike Wales. Witches in Brittany were thought to be many in number. The legends suggest that they targeted farmers especially, making sure always to turn milk sour and spoil butter. They were also accounted to be particularly dangerous and vicious. Any man who watched their Sabbat would either not be found, found dead, or found scared witless and unable to speak. The witches of Brittany, however, were also sought out by the townsfolk. Indeed, there were witch doctors to fix their issues, but the witches were sought out for love spells and favors. Witch-cats are also mentioned, which could be either a reference to familiars or shapeshifting. Most strangely, Breton witches are said to very rarely cast spells on their targets and instead cast spells on the animals and possessions of the target. Every village is said to have a local witch. Some villages are said to be completely filled with witches. Many of them carry cane-like sticks with which they cast their spells. They were also said to be skilled in spells to find things, like lost objects and buried treasure. The line between village conjuror/wizard and witch is difficult to draw here. They may choose to help or harm, depending on their inclinations. For that reason, they still hold a strong reputation in Brittany, despite it being a place noted for its skepticism.
The Isle of Man
On the Isle of Man, both witches and magicians were an important part of the environment. The first thing you’ll find on the witches from the Isle is that they practiced much magic involving the weather and the sea. Magic was used to help the fishermen catch more fish, make sure the winds were good for travel, and settle storms at sea. A charm was made by a witch and given to a sailor that stored the winds inside. When he was at sea and in need of a gust, he would use the charm. Interestingly, the line between witch and cunning person seemed to blur here. Cunning folk were known as Charmers and Witch Doctors. Witches, however, were employed when needed. There was a perceived difference between the magic of different kinds of practitioners. Do not be mistaken, though. The fear and dislike of witches still existed. Many farmers feared the wrath of witches, especially when their crops failed and their cattle died. To reveal the witch responsible, they would burn whatever died. The person in pain the next day was thought responsible. As throughout all of Europe, witches were thought to have gained their power either through birth or through the Devil’s grace. However, witches were looked upon differently in the Isle than other places. Because of its long associations with magic, it had many kinds of magical practitioners and witches were not always considered to be the most powerful of them. Magicians, who practiced an art to compel and work with spirits and powers beyond other kinds of practitioners, were revered. They were usually compared to the image of Manannán Mac Lir, considered both a sea god and a powerful magician. The ability to fly and walk between worlds was also attributed to the witches and magicians of the Isle of Man, most likely due to the latter.
Witchcraft flourished in Scotland perhaps as much, if not more than, in Wales. Scotland’s witch trials are famous, and perhaps the most famous among them was Isobel Gowdie. In her free confession, she detailed a story that most labeled imaginary. She spoke of fairies, elf bolts, curses, shapeshifting, flying, and lewd activities with the Devil. When comparing it with the confession of Alison Pearson, another Scottish witch she had never met, a Scottish fairy tradition begins to appear. Alison also details stories of going under the hills to meet the fairies, as well as them making elf bolts. More trials begot more folklore and legends. Stories of witches working the weather to destroy crops, sink ships, and cause havoc spread. More tales of a Man in Black appearing to future-witches and witches alike began to run rampant. John Fian, a male witch, was famed for his botched love spell, teaching witchcraft, harshly bewitching people whom he didn’t like, and attempting to sink the fleet of King James VI with a storm. Much of Scotland’s witchcraft was influenced by Gaelic legend and myth. Scotland’s witchery was not Gaelic alone, however. Norse invaders came and brought their magic with them. In Orkney, a Scottish Isle filled with witch history, the Vikings came often. Their language and culture mingled with the Scots’. Soon, cunning women were referred to as Spae Wives. The word Spae comes from the Old Norse spá,which means ‘prophesize’. These spae wives told fortunes, created charms, and protected against foul magical play. The witches of Scotland, however, proved a match for them. They killed cattle, cursed babies, and brought general havoc with them.
Historical Irish witchcraft is perhaps the most difficult to find out of all the Celtic regions, and this is for a few different reasons. The first being that many lineages of Wicca have taken Irish mythology and applied it to the Gardnerian influenced witchcraft that they have. Many times when the word ‘Celtic Witchcraft’ or “Celtic Wicca’ comes up, this is what is being referred to. The second reason that it’s difficult to find is because the witch trials in Ireland are few and far between. The trials barely touched Ireland, amounting to a whopping 4 trials. The generally accepted reason for this is that Ireland was extraordinarily lax with its witchcraft laws. Most times, using witchcraft against another person’s possessions or livestock resulted in prison time. Only by harming another magically would a witch be executed. Interestingly, many people took this as a sign that Irish witches were generally less severe than their other Celtic counterparts. Florence Newton, the famed witch of Youghal, put the assumption to rest. When a woman refused to give her any food, she kissed her on the street. The woman became extremely ill and began to see visions of Florence pricking her with pins and needles. Florence also kissed the hand of a man in jail. He became very ill, cried out her name, and died. In a Northern Ireland trial, eight women were accused of causing horrific visions and poltergeists in the home of a woman. The ability to create illusions is a trait attributed to fairies in Gaelic myth. Those fairies are said to have taught the witches their skills in both Ireland and Scotland. Irish witches were said to turn themselves into animals, especially hares and crows, to spy on their neighbors. They would also place spells on those whom they wish in their animal form. They were also said to have used bundles of yarrow and branches of elder to fly. These sticks they flew upon, before brooms, were known as ‘horses’. They were said to fly up out of the chimney of their own homes. A tale of witches using red caps to fly also appears in Irish lore. This is another example of their strong ties to the fairies. The similarity between Irish and Scottish witchery has been noted, as they both have strong ties to Gaelic lore.
Witchcraft from the Celtic lands is a complex and unique thing, changing between each of the six nations. To lump them under a single title would be to lose the subtleties and differences between each. Saying that Irish witchcraft and Welsh witchcraft are the same is a fool’s lie. Saying that they are similar is true. Shapeshifting, flying, fairies, storms, and charms are found in each. But they are different. It isn’t a bad thing when the myths of these lands are paired with Wicca or Wiccan influenced witchcraft. However, the historical practices from those places mustn’t be overwritten.
hi yes i am having a Time right now, and I’d love to see some romantic polyamsanders fluff – hugging, snuggling, kissing, goofing around, taking care of each other, cooking, anything will do, please (and you write fluff so well anyway) <3 - @backatthebein
Notes: I’m sorry you’re having a hard time, sweetie! I hope this lil’ rambling piece of fluff helps. <3
CW: Mostly fluff, mild allusions to romantic activities, mild self-doubt
Pairing(s): Polyamsanders (romantic)
Virgil wasn’t sure how it was going to work. Truth be told, at first, he didn’t think it could.
Romance was hard enough when it was just two people. Three and it got weird, but four? Forget it. There was no way. There’d be jealousy, or hurt feelings, or they’d eventually realize they each had a favorite and break off into smaller couplings again (and given that one member of their little quartet was him, the smart money said that meant there’d end up being a love triangle, because no way in heck was he going to end up being anyone’s favorite. They were probably barely tolerating him as it was).
But to his utter shock, that didn’t happen.
As the first exhilarating weeks began to slip into a more comfortable routine, the mundanity Virgil had been bracing for never really arrived. Instead, something else happened–something so impossible that, to Virgil, it bordered on magical.
Hi! I was wondering if you could share your recipe for cabbage rolls?
Ahah, sure? :”D
It’s actually pretty much the same way I make dolma, and the only difference if in one it’s cabbage and other grape leaves.
So! It’s quite easy! First we make a filling.
• rice (about a cup of it, sometimes more, depending on how much of other ingredients you have), you can steam it in hot water beforehand, or can add it the way it is;
• chicken forcemeat.. i use it, about half of the kilogram. you can use any other meat you like;
• one carrot and one onion (maybe half, if it’s a big one); you need to grate the carrot, and cut onion in small square pieces. When I’m busier I leave onion and carrot raw, sometimes you might want to fry it. It doesn’t change the taste too much, but fried one will have slightly more oil;
• one egg is optional, I use it so the main ingredients kind of glue together better, grandmother doesn’t..depends on your taste;
• pepper, salt, any other spices you like (I use the one for the chicken I love);
Mix all the ingredients together, make sure it’s all well mixed.
I always use leaves of sour (I hope that’s the right word) cabbage, you can use raw as well, but they need to be well steamed so they are soft and don’t break. Personally I love a bit of sourness, so! It’s easier to buy those.
Then you just roll in the filling into the leaves! Make sure to cut out the solid middle part of the cabbage leave (if they are very big, you’ll notice what I’m talking about). Don’t take too much of the filling into one leaf, because rice will swollen with water. I usually do slightly less then a table spoon, but even lesser if the leaves are quite small. To roll in cover the filling from the top, then from the bottom, and then from the sides. Squish it in your hand carefully so it doesn’t fall apart.
The cabbage rolls are better to cook in a cauldron, when you roll them in, put them in the cauldron together as tight as you can, so they don’t swim around too much when they are being cooked. Once you rolled in everything pour some water inside, so it’s covering all of your rolls and there is still some extra on top. Put on a dish inside to press them (that’s quite optional). Cook on the middle fire (so the water boils, but doesn’t foam and spill around everywhere) for around 40 minutes. Last time I cooked for probably around an hour, so if you take more it’s okay as well.
And ta-daaaa! Add some sour cream and it’s ready to be eaten! Hope it wasn’t too vague!
....why did you post that hunting thing? Like, I know you are probably in favor for it and stuff. Since you didn't tag it with anything there was no way for me to avoid it + it makes me super upset that a wolf who actually likes humans will get betrayed and killed for that interest? And you don't want us to protest it or help them so why would you post it? Why make your followers super upset like that I actually cried? I can't fucking deal with more bad news and how fucked up humanity is.
@daughtersoftime Hi! My blog posts factual content about wolves, including news or articles. In order to be able to create a realistic view on what’s going on, I share áll wolf related news - not selectively just the positive news, because it’s important to be aware of what’s going on. That includes upsetting news. I usually post the original articles without adding anything myself such as my own opinion, unless I consider it needed/useful.
I do support regulated, sustainable wolf population control - it is one of the most beneficial ways to help keep their own population, other species’ populations, and the environment they live in safe and healthy, and is beneficial to the conservation of wolves as a whole*. But I’m against the hunting of wolves for other reasons than effective wildlife conservation. I often post petitions of cases in which the culling of wolves is not beneficial to the concerning wolf population. When needed, I speak out against culling practices that have nothing to do with sane wildlife conservation. If people feel like they want to take action after reading news on my blog by let’s say starting a petition, I fully support that.
This case of the wolf in Saxony doesn’t concern hunting, it concerns conservation - a less pretty side of conservation, yes. I understand that you’re upset - so am I. Cases like this are always painful and sour, especially considering it was probably humans who made this wolf a threat. But there’s no denying this wolf became a legitimate threat that needs to be dealt with anyhow.
There aren’t unlimited resources for conservation, so you’ve got to pick your battles. Realistically, there is very little chance a very expensive rehabilitation program for this wolf would work. So unfortunately, this case is a “pick your battles” one, and a preventive action for the greater good, because the general public holds a very ignorant and irrantional fear towards wolves, and will not be open for reasoning if this wolf causes serious problems. Those people won’t hear to the fact that this concerned a habituated wolf who acted very unnatural, and that wolves normally don’t act like this. An attack on livestock, a pet, or a human being will do severly further damage to this already very negative public opinion on wild wolves, and will only give governments and hunters yet another argument to cull more wolves in said region, or the whole of Germany, or all over the world.
The feeding of wild animals is the cause of this problem, so preventing problems like this is mainly a matter of educating the public to not feed wildlife. There is no wildlife conservator that wants to kill an animal. But until we have fixed the cause (the feeding of wild animals), we will have to deal with the consequenses in a way that fits the bigger picture. Knowing how these politics work, there’s a very big chance that in this case protesting/petitions/etc. won’t make a difference, and even if you cóuld somehow stop them from killing this wolf, it’s just a matter of time before the wolf will cause an accident and it will then be shot either way ánd will be used as an ignorant example of the misinformed, fear-mongering idea that wolves are vicious man-eaters.
I do apologize for forgetting to tag this post with “wolf hunting”, which I normally tag posts like these with. I totally understand that news like this is upsetting, but it’s not okay assuming things about people you don’t know and accusing people of things when you don’t know what and how.
Can do! Sorry this took so long! Reminder that Fukurodani kisses have been requested and are in the pipe, so they are coming! Please enjoy!! ~The Admins
Kuroo: If you ask him, he’ll say with a completely straight face that he’s a jack of all trades type (Yaku will say he’s more of a master of none). Kuroo has a kiss for every occasion and he’s very good at reading the mood before he makes a move and so far he hasn’t been wrong yet. Generally, his hands are usually either cupping your face or on your shoulders and how close or tight he’s holding you depends on the intensity of the kiss. If he initiates the kisses, he’s all smooth and has that shit-eating grin on his face, but if you initiate the kiss, his eyes will get a little wide and what’s that? Is that a blush you see? He has no problems with PDA, but if you’re not comfortable with it he’s ok with that too. He does tend to save the heavier kisses for when you’re alone. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing your temples.
Kai: Best kisses; super soft and gentle, very easy going with an easy flow to them. He always knows where to put his hands, where to hold you, when to pull away and when to surge forward. His lips are really soft and supple (they’re full and plush plus he has a Chapstick problem) and he loves to put his hand against the back of your neck. He pulls you towards him a lot, and he’s low key weak for when you stand on your toes for him. He’s not completely opposed to PDA–he just takes a very traditional approach to it. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing your cheek.
Yaku: Dominant kisser, through and through. Do you like to take the reins during kisses? Well, too bad, because Yaku will high key dominate you. His kisses are rough, demanding, and bordering on painful, but they are so good. He likes to bite, nibble, and kiss your breath away. The only time he’s weak for long hair is if he’s wrapping a ponytail around his fist during a make out session. Did I mention he’ll pull your hair, no matter the length? Because he will. He’s surprisingly neutral about PDA–doesn’t matter to him, although he will tone down the sex vibes in public spaces. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing just below your ear or the top of your head. (Don’t mention how much he has to stand on his toes for this)
Kenma: A surprisingly deft kisser, and he’s actually super into it. He’s not super handsy during kisses, but he loves soft, gentle, lingering kisses that leave him begging for more. And he will, too, because once you get him going he doesn’t stop. Each kiss after the first will get deeper and more intense until he’s a shaking, shivering mess. He might actually pause his game for it if he gets super into it. He’s not big on physical touch, but he is weak if you run your fingers through his hair while you kiss him. He’s a hard nope on PDA–not super into it, and gets really embarrassed thinking everyone is staring at him when you’re kissing, so please respect his wishes, because he’ll kiss you all you want at home. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing your shoulder.
Yamamoto: A bit stiff at first; he’s not sure what to do, where to put his hands, how much tongue to use… high key, he just… doesn’t know what he’s doing, poor child. But once he figures his life out, watch out, because he gets very enthusiastic. He uses quite a bit of tongue and teeth, but once he gets it down, it’s so good. He really likes to hold your face still and just press kisses all over you because he loves you, and is so grateful for you, and this is how he shows it. He wants to try it, but low key he’s really bad at PDA. He just gets so flustered and embarrassed and loses control of the volume of his voice. It can be fun to embarrass him, though. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing the back of your hand or your forehead.
Fukunaga: Undeniably the best kisser in the world–God tier, amazing, kiss-your-socks-off sort of kisses. But no one can confirm or deny. The legend goes that he loves to kiss all over your body–every inch of skin he can reach–and he’ll leave hickies in places that will make you melt. But no one has seen it for themselves. Will you be the first to see for themselves?
Inuoka: Gets super flustered when you ask for a kiss, but never says no. He might need to psych himself up with a few deep breaths but he’ll be ready to go after that. His kisses are either one of two speeds: super chaste pecks or long and soul-restoring. For those longer ones, he likes to hold your hands and you can definitely feel him smiling into it. He also thinks it’s super adorable if you have to go on your toes to kiss him. He’ll also say thank you after almost every kiss because he feels so grateful. His teammates tease him all the time because he’s shy about PDA. His whole face turns red and he gets really loud. To him, if you ask for a kiss in public, it means a kiss on the cheek unless specified otherwise. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing your cheeks or hands.
Lev: Tries his best. Really he does. Sometimes he moves in too quickly and you bump noses or teeth. But the important thing with Lev is that even if a kiss ends up sour, he’s always willing to try, try, try again. It’s endearing really, the lengths he goes to make you happy. Other times he’ll be a lil shit and make you hop in place so you can pull him down for a kiss, but the teasing never lasts very long because more often than not, he loves kissing more than the buildup to it. He’s doesn’t mind PDA in front of strangers but if you kiss him in front of his family or his teammates, he’ll get really flustered. It’s worth it. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing the top of your head.
Shibayama: He’s very self conscious about kisses and he’s always worried he’ll mess up. He’s more of a nose nuzzling, head bonking, cheek booping kind of guy and he’ll absolutely melt if you return the favor. He’s very affectionate in this regard, but when it comes to kisses, he’s a little shy but is very soft and gentle. He also likes to linger a little after the kiss and usually he’ll laugh softly because he’s so happy that you return his feelings. As far as PDA goes, he’s not afraid to be affectionate and will definitely hold your hand without prompt but he’s a little nervous when it comes to kissing. If he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing your forehead (it’s adorable if you’re taller than him because he’ll go on his toes!)
imagine with Derek and y/n liking each other but they don’t know it.
I’m sorry it’s quite a short one but if you enjoyed it I’ll do a part 2.
Warnings: Angry Derek but other than that not really just lots of fluff and cuteness
Note: I’m really new to this so sorry if it’s not how you wanted it, I tried 💕
“Good morning” I sing while running down the stairs of mine and my roommates small apartment, running late as usual for my job at a cafe.
“Morning” Derek smiles back with his usual cheerful laugh, his forest green eyes glistening in the morning sunshine, I notice today his stubble is more noticeable Derek always look sexier with a beard “breakfast?!” Derek snaps me out of my thoughts, was I staring? “N-no thank you I’m kinda running late I’ve got 10 minutes till my shift starts” he nods and his face drops “thank you for the offer though I would have if my boss wasn’t such a jerk” I apologised, he looked up at me causing butterflies in my stomach to erupt ‘how could a human being look so much like a angel he was beautiful’
“oh is she one of those really strict bosses” he inquired suspiciously “yes, well no he’s a he but he’s very strict” I replied. “I’ll drop you off” he urges after a few thoughtful seconds, did he pity me, no he’s just that kind, I’d met a few of his friends Stiles, the skinny, pale and sarcastic one. Scott the sweet tall mature one and Malia the beautiful, funny and weird one. At first I was jealous of Malia when Derek had introduced me to her although I don’t have any right to be jealous as me and Derek are only roommates but I was glad when he mentioned she’s his cousin. I remembered how stiles always called Derek a sour wolf, I never understood why he said that I’ve only ever seen Derek cheerful and kind.
“Are you sure I don’t mind catching the bus” I asked, although I enjoyed every second I spent with Derek and prayed for longer moments with him “of course, I’m free all day today” he protested with a shy smile, collecting his car keys and leather jacket while opening the door open for me “ladies first”
he grins with that heart aching smile that made me explode inside. I walk out mouthing a “thank you” as he smiled back, I liked Derek a lot! But I never had the guts to ever mention my feelings towards him, Derek was a straight 10 and I was a 3 on a good day and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.
“Is it okay if I park here? Is it close enough”
“ yes! Thank you soo much Derek I’ll see you after work” I quickly rush out looking at the time on my wrist “3 minutes late oh no” I mutter to myself running into the cafe.
“Yes! Thank you so much Derek, I’ll see you after work”
And her beautiful face is gone, I gulp at her sudden disappearance wishing I could spend more time with her, I knew she liked me, every time she saw me her heart beat raced like a sports car, her chemosignals would go crazy with nervousness when I got too close or accidentally made any physical contact with her, but she was so pure and innocent, naïve and kind I couldn’t bring myself to admit my feelings for her and risk her being dragged into the supernatural business and getting hurt. As I’m about to drive off I glance over where she was sat and notice her iPhone on the seat. I smile at y/n’s clumsiness always forgetting and dropping things, without thinking I grab her phone and run into the small cafe across the street.
I look around the crowded cafe unable to find Y/N, I use my wolf senses and at first only smell the strong coffee until I come across Y/Ns scent also picking up her chemo-signals, she’s scared and hurt, anger and frustration overcomes me as I barge past the groups of people trying too find her, until I come across her standing their crying, she doesn’t notice me standing there and neither does the male in front of her, his face red with anger
“I-I-I’m so sorry Johnny it won’t h-happen again” she sniffled, I feel a pain in my heart at Y/Ns sight so hopeless and scared, as I’m about to walk up to Y/N the man grabs her hand and pushes her, before whatever vile words he was about to say I grab him by his collar and push him against the wall
“if you ever, EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT WITH MY TEETH”
“Oh my g- Derek Derek stop it’s okay” Y/N quickly comes by my side and tries to calm me down “DONT YOU DARE EVEN LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND” I warn him and see the terror in his eyes knowing I’ve done my job “Derek?” Y/N whimpers and puts a hand gently on my shoulder, I look at her and see her eyes full of tears “let’s go please?” I nod gently and releases the terrified man from under my grip and straighten his shirt out as a warning gesture before leaving holding Y/Ns hand.
When we get to the car she’s silent but I can tell she’s still hurt.
When we reach the car I’m lost in my thoughts replaying Derek’s words again and again in my mind 'girlfriend’? Did he really call me his girlfriend or was that just something he said in the heat of the moment…
“can I see your hand?” Derek softly asks before reaching his hand out, I nod and he continues to check my hand “did he hurt you? I’m sorry that’s a stupid question of course he did. Where did he hurt you?” Derek mumbles trying to calm himself yet the anger still in his voice.
“ honestly I’m okay it was just a little pu”
“Is this his first time? has he done this before? Has he ever tried to touch you in any other way?” He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence, judging by his facial expression I can tell he’s uncomfortable at the thought I don’t say anything and he slams his hands against the steering wheel causing me to flinch at the impact it had which caused the whole car to vibrate,
“ I should go back there and.. and kill him!” Derek growled, id never seen this side of Derek and it was making me scared I shift in my seat and Derek notices as the anger in his face softens to guilt “I-I’m sorry Y/N that you had to see this side of me it’s just that I care about you a lot and I feel protective over you and when I saw that idiot hurting you I didn’t think I just” he pauses thinking what to say “that’s okay Derek I understand you feel protective over me.. I know in only the friend sort of way…” I start to fidget with my hands looking away from Derek as I try to hold back my tears, my emotions getting the best of me. “Hey hey hey no don’t cry, please?” He cups my face and faces me towards him, the feeling of him touching me making me feel worse as a reminder that he’ll never be mine making me sob even more and suddenly Derek’s lips are attached to mine catching me off guard
shocked at his sudden action I freeze not knowing what to do but my lips automatically started to kiss back with the same rhythm as Derek’s lips, I feel his tongue try to gain access and give him the entrance he was requesting.
seconds later he pulls away his hands still attached to my face and puts his forehead against mine and whispers “I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time Y/N” I look up into his eyes and see no hesitance in his eyes at is words “you have?” I gasped and he smiles nodding back at my reaction, I pull away from him and playfully slap his arm “then why didn’t you do it sooner I’ve been waiting for YOU to do that for a very long time too” I laughed, “now, do you want to go get some breakfast?” Derek asks nervously, “ are you asking me out Mr. Hale?” I joke “well yes I am Miss. Y/L/N” he mimicks back and smiles at me and in this second I couldn’t wish for anything more “I would love too” I smile back at him and he starts to drive with a grin as wide as a highway plastered on his face.
Draco had hated the holidays. Absolutely dreaded them. Everyone he knew had put on a fictitious act in light of holiday cheer. It all made him sick to his stomach to just think of how everyone was just so happy. He hated the Christmas carols, the smell of pine trees and cinnamon, the glimmering colorful lights, and the god awful snow. Everyone he knew had turned sappy, even his parents seemed to fall victim to the outrageous exuberance of festivity.
You on the other hand were the exact opposite. You adored the carolers, became elated at the smell of cinnamon and pine trees, marveled the sparkling lights, and trudged happily through the snow. You loved that everyone seemed to forget the outside world and spend time with their loved ones. It was a time where people were just giving.
“Blimey, [Y/N].” Draco sneered at the sight of you covered in a mess of tinsel. “What is all of this?” He snapped.
Turning around, you tried to free yourself from the entrapment of tinsel. “I thought I could help the house elves decorate, you see.” You happily cheered. “I find that they don’t exactly have the Christmas decor down pat.”
He stormed towards you, yanking the decorations off from your body, spinning you in the process. “Degrade yourself to their level, eh? Pathetic, [Y/N]. Absolutely pathetic.”
You crossed your arms, you hated that Draco always became more sour during the months of December. “Draco,” you tested. “I do understand that you find this month to be particularly a load of rubbish but can’t you go one second without being a darn wet blanket about it.”
His eyes squinted towards you, “I don’t see one good thing about this holiday. It’s all a load of hogwash.”
Sighing, you grabbed his hand and laced them in between your fingers. “Do you love me?”
Draco was taken back, the reason why you two worked so well as a couple was because there was never a reason to question it. The two of you had never made anything official, it just being known that you had no one in mind other than Draco and vice versa. Draco would wave off any girl that’d throw themselves at him because you were all that mattered to him. You understood everything about him without him ever trying to explain himself. It was a beautiful kind of relationship.
“You know I do.” Draco stated, firmly.
Leaning forward, you pecked his lips. “Then let me show you why you shouldn’t be a git about Christmas.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled sweetly towards him. “Please, Draco.” You purred.
His expression was a mix between pain and defeat as he gently unhooked your arms from his neck. “Fine.”
Squealing, you kissed his cheek. “I promise you’ll never be the Grinch ever again!”
“A Grinch? What in blimey is that, [Y/N].”
Smirking, you shook your head. “Never mind that.” You linked your arm through his and leaned your head on his shoulder as you guided him towards the fireplace. “Prepare to have a change of heart, love.”
Watching as you grabbed a handful of floo powder, he couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps he could have a change of heart. Afterall, he would be spending it with you.
summary: innumerable heart of the wind / fluttering over our silence of love. -pablo neruda
note: i missed writing for you all. ssmonth is like christmas. ❀
she’s different now, and he can’t help noticing. were he less prudent, he might have asked the dobe just what it was that made her scurry off to work each time he came around, or why it was she could look him in his stupid face but never at sasuke. he wonders if he wears it on his face each time, the seed of disappointment that digs deeper and deeper into his gut. “she needs time,” kakashi spoke to him one day, his nose deep in the pages of his orange paperback, “give her that, she’ll come around.” this was a level of transparency sasuke would never get used to.
he isn’t certain just when he started keeping mental tabs of her weekly schedule, only that he made it a point to be at hokage tower in the early evenings on tuesdays and on thursday mornings, or near the hospital just about every other day. false coincidence was the name of the game. their encounters were as brief as a short walk down the street, or up the stairs; the leisure of conversation would occasionally bring a soft smile to her face. but something always turned sour, something silent and nagging within her eyes. gaze averted, she would excuse herself to her tasks. peace times were packed with daily tedious work; sasuke never could have imagined hating the sight of her walking away as much as he did now. he definitely never imagined going as far as asking naruto.
“does she hate me,” he spoke one day, a tone low enough that it hardly escaped the low hum of life on the street outside of ichiraku.
naruto set his bowl down mid-sip, and sasuke felt his gut seize up. it couldn’t be a great sign when the human ramen vacuum stopped eating.
the blonde scratched his head, pensively, “it’s definitely not that…” blue eyes grew more reluctant, his foot tapped nervously, “she says she’s just…not sure.”
not sure? sasuke wanted to say, about what? about me? about my character? about loving someone who has quite literally just hurt her over and over and-? sasuke composed himself, “she said that?”
naruto nodded, “i guess she just,” he shrugged, “doesn’t know what you want.” he was silent at this, feeling the tension collect in his shoulders, along with the ever-increasing sinking feeling he experienced when he tried to begin to fathom what he might say to her.
“hn,” he finally responded, pushing his empty teacup away.
blue eyes turned to meet the side of sasuke’s impenetrable expression. “what exactly do you want, sasuke?”
sasuke put his half of the tab down and exited the stand.
it’s friday, roughly half an hour after her shift at the hospital has ended. he figures just a half hour off work, she’d be taking her time, ambling her way home at a calm pace. it was a nice night. there were three discernible routes from the hospital to her house. the road most traveled crossed through the akimichi bridge. she loves that stupid bridge, he notes, crossing through the various channels of the village, wondering all the while if he has his timing right. the red of the bridge comes into view as he crosses a corner, eyes searching wildly for any trace of pink in the falling night. there, he catches sight of her at just the other end of the bridge, crossing leg after leg down the lane, face upturned to the stars. he wants to stay there, in the shadows, witnessing the small joy of her walking home on a clear spring evening.
just her, and a stupid bridge, and the stars.
he can’t help himself as his feet start carrying him across the bridge, or his voice as it rises up to meet her, “sakura.”
and he can’t help the way his mouth goes dry and every salient thought shoots directly out of his mind as she looks at him with those damned eyes. he wants to tell her just how suffocating it is when she looks at him like that.
she doesn’t open her mouth to speak, but she looks at him, and for a moment, he wonders just how much she knows.
“i don’t know why it is things aren’t normal for us,” his voice is even, if only a little too low, “and i don’t know why it seems like neither of us can say something-” he stops. her eyes are steady on his own, he finally notices, unblinking, sincere. suffocating.
“you’re looking at me,” he says.
“you’re looking at me,” she somewhat shrugs, her voice low.
“you never look at me.” anymore. he doesn’t mean to be confrontational, but his eyes do not waver.
green eyes grow deeper in their dolefulness, “i don’t always know that i can.”
this, he tries to breathe, i didn’t account for this. suddenly, every memory comes rushing into him, a life of regrets he can’t swallow and words, actions, he can’t right. pink hair flying into the open air, lost; emerald eyes searching for goodness where it does not live. please, sasuke-kun. he feels for a moment he might just blow away, ashes into the wind, just scattered. her eyes are so clear even in the dark; he knows he’s been here before. all those years ago, looking at her just as he is now—it’s been so long, and she’s finally here.
“sakura,” he speaks her name, hoping she can feel for a moment just how good it is to say it. she looks like she’s preparing, her eyes are dry, bracing for the force.
“i’m going to kiss you,” he says, taking steps toward her, “if you don’t want that, that’s okay. but i’m going to, if you let me.”
her face is composed and beautiful in the moonlight, a graceful yet indiscernible pain growing in her expression as he draws closer. prudently, he reaches his hand up to move the hair from her face. his breath hitches in his throat as she closes her eyes, allowing him to sweep his thumb down the length of her jaw. something stirs in her expression, softening slowly.
he places a kiss on her lips, soft and grateful.
holding her face in his hand as he pulls back, he speaks, “i can’t stay here.”
she opens her eyes at his words, the pain in her face deepens in the slightest, but she does not look away.
“but please let me know i can keep coming back.” to you.
thought consumes her expression as she looks at him now, as she reaches up to touch him. he relaxes beneath the graze of her lithe fingers on his face, wondering absently if he would ever wish to feel this again should she reject him. nothing feels like this, he knows. no one is like her.
“as long as you keep coming back,” she speaks in a voice even and assuring, hands clearing the hair from his eye-line. her gaze is strong, holding his own, keeping him on the ground.
sasuke wishes to stay here forever, breathing her in, frozen in this night.
How about Qui lives and takes Ani as his Palawan au where Obi Wan just accepts being replaced because you know low self esteem and what not and takes loads of risky missions because he thinks it's what he should do whilst not realising he's giving Qui Gon and his fiends a heart attack and driving them mad with concern. Just want some hurt comfort where Obi Wan doesn't realise how many people are concerned with his wellbeing.
He let himself fade quietly away, let
himself have his braid cut, placed the braid in Qui-Gon’s hand and
then just…faded away.
So Qui-Gon wanted a better and shinier
padawan, that was fine.
It was all fine.
Obi-Wan was fine.
Sith slayer as he was he could handle
“This mission is dangerous Knight
Kenobi, we can’t send any support with you and the likelihood of it
being a trap is high.” Mace Windu said seriously, watching Obi-Wan
over his fingertips.
Obi-Wan blinked slowly and nodded. “I
understand the risk Masters and I’m still willing to take it.” He
There was some discontentment, glances
traded by the masters but no one called Obi-Wan out on…on what?
His willingness to take on a dangerous
Without support and backup?
“If possible to get a peaceful
solution, you should pursue it but if not, get of the planet as
quickly as you can Knight Kenobi. We leave that in your judgment.
Your transport leaves in two hours.” Depa offered quietly from her
side and Obi-Wan bowed again before heading out of the council
He was quietly packing when someone
knocked on his door and Obi-Wan blinked in surprise, moving to it
with his pack in hand. “He-oh Bant.” He smiled at the Mon
Calamari. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”
The woman beamed and threw her arms
around him. “Congratulation on your knighthood Obi-Wan!” She
chirped. “Garen is arranging a party f-”
“I’m sorry Bant.” He pulled out
of her grasp, smiling at her. “But I have a mission.” He held up
his sack. “Two week to a month depending on how quickly I can get
“You…already?” She questioned,
following him into the room to watch him pack.
“The council is sending me of, I
accepted.” Obi-Wan sent her an assuring smile.
And with that started a sleeve of
missions, all which Obi-Wan accepted with a serene face and deaden
Alone, in the middle of missions that
always turned sour, turned dangerous, Obi-Wan’s silver tongue doing
its best but ultimately failing in the face of malignancy.
Yet Obi-Wan did not request a break.
He treated his own wounds, did his best
to remove blood stains from tunics and leggings and continued on
Before he knew it a year had passed
since his knighting.
‘I’ve become rather good at
healing…’ Obi-Wan absently placed a hand against his ribs before
disembarking, only limping slightly as he moved through the temple,
waving in greeting when his name was called out but not stopping to
Honestly all he wanted was a bed and
perhaps a cup of tea…
He was lifted of his feet and gasped in
both surprise and pain, face twisting. “Q-Quinlan?!” He wheezed,
sore ribs screaming in protests.
He was settled down and turned around,
the other knight blinking at him. “Shit, you look like hell. Bant
wasn’t joking about that.”
“Bant?” Obi-Wan straightened
carefully, taking a shallow breath.
“Yeah, Bant. We’ve been keeping
tabs on you. Your missions turn into a shit-show all the time.” The
other frowned at him, bunching up the yellow stripe as he looked him
over. It made Obi-Wan feel very self conscious as he resisted the
urge to pull his robes around him.
“…Where are you going now Obi-Wan?”
Quinland questioned, falling into steps with the other as they moved
towards the doors again.
“The Council, to give them my verbal
report before I archive the written one. See if they have another
mission for me.”
“You’ve been on missions none-stop
for a year Obi-Wan. Come on, take a break.” Quinlan frowned at him
before stopping when one of the pilots called out for him. Obi-Wan
took that chance to escape his friend, shoulders slumping a bit and
by the time Quinlan looked back, Obi-Wan was gone.
“…Kark.” Quinlan hissed before
pulling up his comms. “Master Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan’s back in the
temple. He looks like a wraith.”
Quinlan had not been joking.
Obi-Wan was a wraith of a human being,
pale with bags beneath his eyes and a blank look in said eyes.
It send alarm bells of in Qui-Gon’s
head as he swiftly moved after the young knight, catching up to him.
“Master Jinn!” Obi-Wan jumped in
surprise, staring up at him before looking around as if he was
“Anakin’s in class.” Qui-Gon
settled a careful hand on the others shoulder. “And Master Jinn? I
think you have the permission to call me Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, unless
we’ve reverted to formality?”
“I…no. I…its nice to see you
Master Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan cleared his throat.
“Where are you going now? Halls?”
“My room. I was going to rest some
since I’ve given my report to the Council before I get shipped out
Qui-Gon fell into step with younger
man, frowning. “Again? Obi-Wan, you’ve barely been back for a
day. You have to decompress a little bit.” He argued gently.
“No, no I’m fine I’m ready to
“And Quinlan commed me to say you
seemed like you were having rib pains. Did you break them?”
“Nothing some rest won’t help.”
Obi-Wan argued back.
“Really, I just need to rest.”
Qui-Gon frowned down at the other,
worry curling in his stomach. “Obi-Wan, please, take a rest for my
sake?” He murmured quietly, staring down at him. “Obi-Wan, you’ve
been scaring the hell out of me the last year, so please?”
“…I have?” Obi-Wan blinked up at
“Of course you have. You’ve been
taking missions that are much to dangerous for a single knights,
you’ve been worrying most of us like hell and I might have had a
few heart attacks between my moments of pride in you.” Qui-Gon
wanted to add that he’d go with Obi-Wan if it wasn’t for Anakin,
but he didn’t think that would go over well.
“I…really?” Obi-Wan stared at
‘Doesn’t he know how proud I am of
The two stared at each other, both
feeling very lost.