So I have this hypothesis that we look more like our Draconic Asc, give off the vibes of our Natal Asc, and our initial reaction to the world is our Asc’s Persona Asc. The first part because we are born more like our Draconic charts and we are born with the genes we will have. The second part because our Natal chart is, mostly, who we are today and our most basic personality and vibes are the most basic part of the Asc. The third part because the Asc’s Persona Asc is the most Asc it can get and thus is the initial reaction of our initial reaction to things in our life/the world around us. So here are short descriptions for each of those…
Draconic Ascendant… Appearance
Aries: Average height with a lean but strong body. Brown or reddish hair. Noticeable face and broad forehead. Birthmarks or scars on face. Strong eyebrow game tbh. Taurus: Likely below average height, noticeable and strong neck with a round face. Dark hair and eyes, long hair and warm eyes. Sensual lips. Gemini: Slim and above average height body, childlike eyes, long limbs (especially arms), brown eyes and dark hair, oval face. Cancer: Weak and unproportionate average height body, blue eyes and brown hair, large chest and slim limbs, round face, big eyes, sand skin tone. Leo: Average height body, light eyes, light brown or reddish or golden hair, ruddy skin, big hair, big smile, round facial features. Virgo: Below-average height, dark brown hair, brown or grey eyes, classic beauty, freckles. Libra: Above average height, slender, symmetric form, fair skin, dark hair and blue eyes, square faced. Scorpio: Dark hair, strong eyebrows, dark or green eyes, dark-ish complexion, large boned and below average height. Sagittarius: tall body with an athletic build, brown hair, dark or gray eyes, oval face. Capricorn: Good bone structure, weak, below average height, brown or black hair, small eyes, pointed features. Aquarius: Delicate and average height body, round features, sandy or dark hair, restful eyes, long limbs. Pisces: Weak and short body, brown hair and blue eyes, round features, small feet.
Natal Ascendant… vibe and body language
Aries: Commanding presence, strong sense of self, caries self with pride. Taurus: Calming presence, reserved, carries self with dignity. Gemini: Communicative presence, very expressive, carries self with eagerness. Cancer: Moody presence, seems like the “mom friend”, carries self with uneasiness. Leo: Protective presence, very generous, carries self with pride. Virgo: Judgmental presence, very helpful, carries self naturally. Libra: Positive presence, very social, carries self with grace. Scorpio: Emotionally intense presence, piercing gaze, carries self with awareness. Sagittarius: Chill presence, easy-going, carries self openly. Capricorn: Determined presence, responsible, carries self consciously. Aquarius: Unique presence, cares for interaction with humanity, carries self individualistically Pisces: Dreamy presence, very hopeful, carries self with giving kindness.
Asc. Persona Ascendant… initial reaction to situations and our world
Aries: Fearless, ready to tackle any challenge, to conquer anything Taurus: Stubbornly, unchanging for anything, the world must change for you Gemini: Curiously, ready to change yourself to fit any coming situation Cancer: Cautiously, hiding away from the new and the unknown, stay in the comfortable familiar Leo: Proudly, ready to approach situations with kindness yet with strength Virgo: Naturally, letting this happen as they do but having your own critical sidenotes and things that must be fixed Libra: Gracefully, approaching situations fairly, indecisively, and kindly Scorpio: Questioningly, looking for all the information to be able to manipulate the situation to go your way Sagittarius: Casually, accepting most changes and looking to learn more from them Capricorn: Conservatively, trying to maintain structure and order Aquarius: Chaotically, not knowing how to properly react and overanalyzing the situation Pisces: Acceptance, morphing to fit the new situation and approaching it with delicate kindness, generosity, and helpfulness
Heavy Metal Astrology: A Comprehensive Guide To Physical Appearance
Being able to guess a person’s astrological make up based purely upon looks is a very particular skill set that takes a lot of time and effort to perfect. It is slightly unnerving to some people to know that you can take a peek into someone’s very soul just by understanding the shapes and features of their physical bodies. Well, I am here to offer you that glimpse. I want to give you my own personal guidebook on how to more accurately guess the sun, moon and rising signs of not only your favorite people, but people in your own real life without knowing any of their birth data. Since the sun, moon and ascendant signs are the signs that make up someone’s physicality, that is what I will be primarily focusing on for the duration of this post.
FIRE SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
The fire sign appearance depicts an air of athleticism. These are the people with the rock-hard abs that go to the gym every day. There is an element of fire sign physicality that allows them to put on muscle much more easily than the other energies due to the high level of testosterone in their blood. Because they are endowed with so much physical energy, playing sports and/or working out is a great way for these people to sublimate that energy into something positive. Their association with fire means that they quite often will be sporting a tan instead of their natural skin tone.
FIRE SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS
Elongated face and teeth; Thin, light-colored hair, sometimes red; High, sloping forehead; Thick eyebrows that go straight across; eyes pushed back farther than normal, causing them to look like slits; Thin roman nose and lips; broad shoulders and athletic build; An abundance of body hair; Above average height; Lower cheekbones.
Aries Physical Appearance: The Aries look is marked by sportiness and primitiveness, often with a reddish tint to the skin tone; Fair and/or red hair; The bones at the top of the forehead come to a point as if to suggest they have ram horns.
Leo Physical Appearance: The Leo look is marked by regalness and strength, often with them having a bronze glow to the skin tone; They usually have a wide forehead and an aqualine nose with a highly pronounced hairstyle; Feline-shaped eyes; Their physicality denotes an air of dignity and pride.
Sagittarius Physical Appearance: The Sagittarius look is marked by larger than life features; Often taller than average; Everything about their look is exaggerated; Their hair is usually a lighter shade such as blond or light brown; They have long limbs, rectangular-shaped equine faces and ear-to-ear smiles.
EARTH SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
The earth sign appearance depicts an air of delicate strength. These people have very sturdy physiques and are highly resistant to illness. I often like to refer to them as the more feminine version of fire signs. There is a very obvious physical toughness and robustness, but they do not necessarily have the same sort of inclination towards the more athletic figure due to genetics and the like.
EARTH SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS
Squared face which can sometimes be chubbier than normal; Thick, darker colored hair, often with copper tones; Thick eyebrows that raise slightly; almond-shaped eyes; small nose and pouty, sensual lips; Sturdy build; Average to below average height; Small teeth; Light brown complexion; High cheekbones.
Taurus Physical Appearance: The Taurus look is marked by harmony and strength; They have heart-shaped Venusian faces with soft but sturdy features; Their physicality gives off an air of strength and gentleness; The hair is often dark and thick and the face squared at the bottom; the eyes are shaped like ovals; the bones at the top of the forehead come together to suggest bull horns.
Virgo Physical Appearance: The Virgo look is marked by meekness and modesty; Their musculature is usually slender; Average to above average height; These people look natural, with the women wearing very little make-up, if at all; The forehead is rounded at the top.
Capricorn Physical Appearance: The Capricorn look is marked by frailty and sturdiness; Chiseled facial features; serious, dark and round almond-shaped eyes; there is a certain sternness about their appearance, which is marked by neutrality and sobriety; frail upper body and strong lower body; the bones at the top of the forehead come together to suggest goat horns.
AIR SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
The air sign appearance depicts an air of elegance and grace. These are very classy individuals and their physical appearance tends to reflect that. They are much more concerned with what’s going on in their minds than in their physical bodies. They prefer to engage in intellectual debate instead of going for a run, and thus, the air sign physique tends to be more slender and graceful.
AIR SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS
Graceful facial features; Thin, light-colored hair, often blond or light brown; Rounded forehead; Thin eyebrows that raise slightly; eyes are smaller but much rounder than fire sign eyes; Elegantly-shaped musculature which includes but is not limited to the nose, neck, lips and chin; Average to above average height; Long, thin teeth; Creamy complexion; Low cheekbones
Gemini Physical Appearance: The Gemini look is marked by youth and exuberance; They have a slim, petite frame with a short trunk and long limbs; Their slightly raised eyebrows showcase their inquisitive nature; They have rounded, sparkling and curious eyes with long, butterfly-like eyelashes; there is a doubleness to their facial features; They have pronounced apple cheeks that protrude forward when they smile; long, slender and delicate hands and fingers; average to below average height; Their heads are egg-shaped and rounded at the top because of their Mercury association; There is a small indention along the cheekbone that dips in between the teeth.
Libra Physical Appearance: The Libra look is marked by beauty and symmetry; They have heart-shaped faces with oval eyes and more graceful features than their Taurus Venusian counterpart; Everything about their look denotes balance, grace and class; their eyes are much more rounded and are often blue; They have long teeth attached to beautiful smiles and are often dressed to the nines; They tend to sport the androgynous look due to the Libra association with the scales.
Aquarius Physical Appearance: The Aquarius look is marked by eccentricity and sobriety; They are quite often slim and of average to above average height; They can have large alien-like eyes and similarly-shaped heads; their physicality gives off an air of originality and seriousness all at once; they can either sport the intellectual mad scientist look or the wild and crazy non-conformist look; thin nose and eyebrows which are slightly raised.
WATER SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
The water sign appearance depicts an air of gentleness and frailty. These are people which are very much in their feelings, and there is this delicate quality to the shaping of their physical bodies. Because of their intense connection with the water element, some can tend towards puffiness. Their association with emotion means that they are not athletically endowed. People with heavy water sign energy have the most difficult time putting on muscle due to the low level of testosterone in their blood.
WATER SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS
Puffy face, as if to suggest water retention; Thick, darker-colored hair; small, flat forehead; eyebrows of average thickness that are raised higher than normal; round eyes pushed more forward than normal; Average size nose and lips; Soft, frail build; An abundance of body hair; Pronounced chin; Below average to average height; Short, thin teeth; Sallow complexion; High cheekbones.
Cancer Physical Appearance: The Cancer look is marked by gentleness; They tend to have round, watery blue eyes which are full of emotion; Their builds tend to be somewhat stout, especially into their 30s; Rounded chin; Fair complexion; Pronounced breast area and wide child-bearing hips in women; Strong Cancerian males may come across very feminine in physicality due to their softer features and higher levels of estrogen; Rounded, moon-shaped faces; thin lips and noses.
Scorpio Physical Appearance: The Scorpio look is marked by intensity in every sense of the word; They have very sharp, hawk-like features; They have dark, rounded and penetrating eyes; Their hair is often dark and thick; Their eyebrows are arched and angled like small switchblades, which indicate they are not to be messed with; There is a strong sexual energy within them that translates over to the physical body; Their lips naturally protrude forward in a seductive fashion.
Pisces Physical Appearance: The Pisces look is marked by frailty and nebulousness; Their build is usually very petite; Because of the association with the ocean, a lot of them tend to have big, rounded eyes that are blue or cyan; The Pisces look is incredibly difficult to pin down due to its chameleon-like nature, as it is naturally a conglomerate of all of the other signs before it; They are usually of average to below average height; Think of the mermaid/merman aesthetic when dealing with a Pisces person.
Note: If you do happen to have this person’s accurate birth data, be sure to check any aspects being made to the sun, moon or ascendant signs, in addition to the houses these points are placed in, as they will play a major role in the shaping of the physical body.
PLANETARY GUIDE TO PHYSICAL APPEARANCE (Check aspects to sun, moon and/or ascendant)
Mercury: This planet can give you a certain elegance of musculature, endowing you with the nimble physical features associated with Gemini and Virgo.
Venus: This planet can give you a certain softness of musculature, endowing you with the delicate physical features associated with Taurus and Libra.
Mars: This planet can give you a stronger musculature than normal, endowing you with the strong, athletic features associated with Aries.
Jupiter: This planet expands whatever it comes into contact with, endowing you with the larger than life physical features associated with Sagittarius.
Saturn: This planet restricts whatever it comes into contact with, endowing you with the somewhat restrictive physical features associated with Capricorn.
Uranus: This planet can give you a certain eccentricity of musculature, endowing you with the somewhat offbeat physical features associated with Aquarius.
Neptune: This planet can give you a certain frailty of musculature, endowing you with the highly ephemeral physical features associated with Pisces.
Pluto: This planet can give you a very strong and intimidating musculature, endowing you with the hawk-like physical features associated with Scorpio.
Also be sure to check the aspects and houses relating to your ascendant lord. This is the planet that rules over your ascendant and your entire chart. The ascendant rules over the first house, which has the strongest pull over the physical body. This will give you added information on your body shape, musculature and stature.
HOUSES & PHYSICAL APPEARANCE (Check sun and moon house placements)
Fire Sign Houses (1st, 5th, 9th): This can give you a much more athletic build than normal.
Earth Sign Houses (2nd, 6th, 10th): This can give you a much sturdier and more robust build than normal.
Air Sign Houses (3rd, 7th, 11th): This can give you a much thinner, more elegant build than normal.
Water Sign Houses (4th, 8th, 12th): This can give you a much softer, more frail build than normal.
re/concilation. | Chat Noir/Adrien Agreste x Reader
Your chin found the palm of your hand - your cheeks inflating as you released another heavy sigh. Disappointment; fear, and anger built within you–the utmost strife twisting your stomach. Subsequent to your audible sigh; you separated your palm from your chin - waving it lazily. “Whatever–save your excuses and go already.” Ultimate remorse and sadness reflected in Adrien’s gaze - his mouth twitching awkwardly to keep from frowning.
“I’m really sorry about this. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.” He pressed his lips to your cheek softly; causing you to fight back the urge to jerk away and act hostile. None of this was his fault–you hoped. You knew deep down that even he had secrets to hide, and that thought is the only reason you kept your faith in him so long.
“See you later then, Adrien.”
However; you were beginning to have second thoughts regarding his ‘disappearances’. Some times - you would catch him talking to a classmate with big, round blue eyes. You were an average girl, and Adrien was a cute popular guy – the possibility of him seeing another girl crossed your mind many times.
You shook your head lightly; raising your hand to wave the waiter over. At that exact moment he made his appearance - you were standing from your seat at the set table. “I’m taking my leave now.”
“If that’s what you wish; but, won’t your boyfriend be back soon?”
“Nope.” Came your immediate reply - accompanied with a stern shake of the head. “I’d rather save myself the time. Oh, and as for the bill - you can put it on the Agreste’s tab.”
“Will do. Thank you for coming and have a safe trip.”
“You don’t mind if I head off now right?”
The female adorned in red completed with black dots turned to look at him - a soft grin decorating her face. “Well look at you–found something more important than the city of Paris huh?”
His face flushed as he scratched the back of his neck with both hands - his mouth opening and closing in an effort to form words. As the former superhero let out a hearty laugh at his flustered appearance - he looked down, hoping to hide his face behind raised arms.
“Well, you aren’t denying it.” Her smile dropped as she glanced down at the dotted spray bottle in her hand–the item she’d gained from Lucky Charm in battle. “This is probably a bad time to bring this up–but I..know who you are in real life..?”
The blonde looked her in the eye once more - anxiety making his stomach churn. “Is it that obvious?”
“No–but what my point is; I’ve approached you quite a lot in my regular form..hoping you’d get the message. Now, I’ve realized that I can’t hope for that anymore - because you have someone you already love.” She fiddled with the bottle in her hands as her gaze averted from his. “Even so, our time together is limited just like yours with her is. So don’t make her wait.”
“You’re the one who stopped me..” He muttered, gazing up to the night sky. Immediately annoyed - the female superhero pointed the spray bottle at him; his hands flailing at the air above him instantaneously. “Don’t point that at me!”
With a soft sigh, her arm dropped to her side - her other hand coming up to place itself on her forehead. She forced a smile - shaking her head slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”
The boy who stood opposite of her took notice of this straightaway - a small frown stretching his lips whilst he lowered his arms. “A few weeks ago - I would’ve been ecstatic to hear that, because believe it or not–I had a crush on you. But now; I can’t even imagine what my life would be like without (Y/N)..”
Her eyes only continued to water as he took her hand in his - moving it away from her forehead to place a light kiss there.
“I’m sorry.” He then muttered, taking his leave.
The superhero donned in black stopped on a roof-top just southwest of your house - blending into the shadows of the night. Though he stood a few moments away - he could tell that you had already changed into your pajamas and were getting ready for bed.
Once again - the boy was coming to visit you late at night; in his superhero form as well. He stopped to look down at his hand - taking note of how much time he had left before continuing to progress to the house he recognized as yours.
Careful to not step on the small pots scattered across the balcony floor - he stepped around them quietly until he reached the white symmetric doors.
You stood just on the other side - your hands brushing upwards through your hair as you concentrated on the mirror in front of you. However; when he tapped lightly on the door made mostly out of glass–you jumped, letting your hair fall back into it’s original style.
“Chat Noir? What are you doing here this late?” You questioned, opening both doors to step out onto the balcony.
“Ah, it’s not that late. And isn’t it obvious?” Though directed at you–his question was rhetoric - a small smile appearing on his face as he tapped your nose. “I came to see you.”
You hummed lightly, blinking in slight surprise to his sudden affectionate nature. “Are you sure you aren’t just lonely?”
The taller male deadpanned; a mixture of annoyance and disappointment reflecting in his eyes–similarly to Adrien’s, you noticed. His mouth opened to say something in response - but you cut him off.
“I am.” You sighed through your nose. “My boyfriend had to ditch again today - and instead of embarrassing myself again like the first time–I left right after him.”
The blonde’s heart slightly clenches upon hearing this - a few negative thoughts swarming in his mind. “Well, if I were you - I would’ve ordered a bunch of food and stuff to make the bill higher as revenge.”
A few giggles left your form before he even finished speaking; the small giggles only becoming more audible as he did. “That’s not really a bad idea.” You then paused - replaying his words over in your head. “Uhm..Chat Noir, you’re not stalking me are you?”
The boy in question tensed and his face went red; fearing he said the wrong thing. “What do you mean?”
“How did you know I went to a place where I could 'order food’?”
“Well excuse me dear princess. As I don’t know know much about dates. All you do is go to a restaurant and eat right?”
You rolled your eyes - leaning your elbow onto the railing to place your chin in your palm. “There are other types of dates you know.”
“Oh?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”
“Dates are basically when you and another go out to some place with a happy heart–enjoying both their presence and the activities. You can go almost anywhere and make it a date; movie date, Waterpark date, fair date–as long as you enjoy it I guess.”
At the lift of one corner of his lips and the wiggling of his eyebrows - you basically knew what he was going through his head. “Is this a date then?”
“No way dude, we’re still at my home.”
You were both then enveloped in silence - content with the soft noises the late night had to offer. The night was very peaceful - even with the faint engine noises that were just a few miles away. Chat Noir had his eyes closed; completely immersing himself into the sounds of the night.
You on the other hand, began to drown in negative thoughts; the silence giving you the pleasure of hearing such things loud and clear. After taking a shaky breath - you spoke up again.
“Chat Noir, can I tell you something?”
“Yeah, sure.” He hummed, his eyes remaining closed.
“I sorta wish I could date you–because you seem to be around more. The thing is..I’ve been having all sorts of negative thoughts when it comes to my boyfriend’s disappearances..and I’m starting to have thoughts about separating from him.”
His harlequin colored eyes shot open; a look of distress showing on his entire face. The thought of you breaking up with him was unbearable - why couldn’t he visit you more ad himself than Chat Noir? He couldn’t hate himself anymore than he did in this exact moment; the fact that he couldn’t kiss you still - is slowly driving him insane.
“It’s not that I don’t love him or anything; it’s just..whatever he runs out there to is clearly more important than I am.” You quickly blinked thrice before turning your head away all together. “And lately..I’ve even wondered if he were seeing other girls - maybe I’m just too boring or something for him. Honestly I just–”
When turning to look at him as you did just moments before; a lone tear escaped your left eye - wetting your cheek as it slides down. He steps closer - his stern gaze meeting yours when he wipes the tear away.
“Why would you ever think about separating from him? That’s only gonna cause more problems than you have right now. Think about how he feels–he will be heartbroken. I’m sure that he loves you more than all of Paris combined - and you’re just gonna throw it all away like that?”
Tears are now falling from your eyes quickly; your lip quivering as you try desperately to wipe them away. “I don’t mean–I just..I-I can’t..” You choke back tears - struggling to form a reasonable sentence.
“Great..I’ve made two girls cry in one night..”
“W-What?” You inquired - sniffing.
“Nevermind.” He imprisoned you against his chest, rubbing small circles in your back - tightening the hug. “It’s just..he returned your feelings right? Even with all that he has to deal with - he wants to be with you, cherish you, and most importantly–love you. (Y/N), look at me.”
You did as told - blinking away more tears to look up at him clearly.
“What if he goes out to save all of Paris everyday?” Chat Noir’s forehead rested on yours; noses pressed together and lips lightly grazing over each other as he spoke. “What if he would give all of that up just for you?”
Pink tinted your cheeks - his words sticking to repeat inside your head, causing your heart rate to increase excessively. “And what if…that’s not the case?”
You watched as he closed his eyes, processing your words carefully. A barely audible beeping was then heard from his hand that rested on the small of your back - catching his full attention.
“So..mind describing this boyfriend of yours?”
“I..think I saw someone heading this way a little while back–he had blonde hair.”
You then put distance between the both of your faces, disbelief written on your features. “What? That’s impossible - he’d be at home at this hour, why–”
Chat Noir’s gloved finger pressed against your lips. “Shh, Listen.”
Listening closely to the unknown as you possibly could–you blinked up at the taller hero. After a few moments of silence; the familiar tune of your doorbell sounded, alerting you of the guest that stood at the door.
“Oh, look at that–he’s here already.” He muttered, pulling away from the embrace. He then leapt onto the railing - offering a soft smile before jumping off the balcony entirely.
“I’ll get it!” Deciding not to waste anymore time than you already did; you then sprinted downstairs - coming to an abrupt halt upon reaching the door. You encased the cool brass doorknob between your fingers, but paused.
The prior conversation you held with Chat Noir made you reflect on the past few days - and how you’d acted so cold towards the one that was actually trying. Would he be angry–why was he even here?
You shook these thoughts away, instead continuing to unlock the door. Slowly but surely; you started to pull on the doorknob.
The door was open part-way when you began to speak. “Uhm, Adrien I–”
The boy in question interrupts your sentence as he forces the door open fully - his hands finding your face. His grip tightened ever so slightly; his lips colliding with yours quickly–and almost painfully. He deepened the kiss with the tilt of his head - your eyes squeezing shut, and mouth opening slightly as you returned the forceful kiss.
Finally; he pulled away - the sight of the thin string of saliva connected to your mouths causing your face to flush.
My first kiss..
Though flustered - you took notice of Adrien’s messy hair; distressed gaze, and shortage of breath. “A-Are you ok? Did you run here?”
Adrien hung his head - taking deep breaths. “I nearly broke my neck trying to get here.”
You deadpanned - placing your hands over his that rested on your cheeks. “Then–”
“Don’t worry about that.” He pulls you into another stern kiss.“I’m gonna spend the night here to apologize for all those times I had to cancel important dates.” He pushed your hands away forcefully; lifting your face to gaze into your eyes.
“I’m gonna love you all night long.”
You were sure that your entire body was then flushed–because you felt completely warm all over. “Adrien! That sounds so wrong!”
He quirks an eyebrow; tilting his head as he replayed his previous words in his head. Shrugging soon after, he began to litter your cheeks in kisses. “I promise to try and do better. I promise.” He repeated - a kiss for every word he spoke.
“You don’t have to..” You muttered quietly, not wanting to interrupt him.
“No matter what happens..” Adrien started - pulling you into an embrace. “I will always love you, (Y/N).”
ANGST WAS NEEDED - SO ANGST YOU WILL GET
I HAD TO–ANGST IS JUST IN MY GENES OR SOMETHIN’
AND YEAS MARINETTE INTENDED TO BREAK YOUR RELATIONSHIP
CUE TEARS AND ANGSTY APOLOGIZING SCENE
P.S. I WAS CRYING TOO WHILE WRITING THAT CONFESSION SCENE
(insert Lenny face here)
So~sis~~ still want me to do that request? (tell me later tho, I’m still writing)
I’ve killed two birds with one stone! Firstly; this request was special–and I finished it quite quickly!! Now onto the other requests!
Secondly; my sister said that she wanted to make my oneshots more “realistic” and by that she said “[They must be] sexy” and “have your 'psychological’ impacts too!”
This one took me forever to finish! Hope you guys enjoy it <3 Thanks @pennigg101297 for the beta!
Something ecstatic, for sure. Harry stared at the red cup in his hand… was it really his hand? It seemed completely detached from his body. The boy looked up. Yep, definitely something.
The whole room was a recreation of those psychedelic movies. Purple, blue, green, red, the colorful lights blurring everything and everyone else. There were people on the ground, laughing at absolutely nothing, boys with girls and boys with boys and girls with girls and even trios, Merlin’s tits, the whole room exhaled teenage hormones. Someone, Harry suspected it was Dean because he was almost sure that was muggle music, made sure to choose agitated songs, those that practically force you to tap your foot to the beat even when you don’t feel like dancing at all.
Harry dropped his head, eyeing his seemingly detached foot, tapping to the beat. Where the hell were Ron and Hermione?
A very clear memory of his two best friends half naked snogging each other assaulted his mind before he could examine the room.
‘Bloody hell’ he rubbed his eyes like that would be able to erase the awful experience. Okay, he better not search for them this time. Though Hermione wouldn’t go doing… things with Ron if she knew people were pouring drugs into each other’s drinks, right? This was a common room, for God’s sake. An eighth year common room full of grown up students, but still, drugs!
'Haaaaarryyyyy!’ Luna’s round blue eyes stared at him through an unknown fog. She smiled widely, blinking once, twice… and bursting out laughing, most probably at Harry’s confused expression. 'Why aren’t we dancing?'
Luna giggled again, letting her arms move lazily, tangling in her long purple skirt.
He could bet the fabric was enchanted, twirling so beautifully in the air like that. Harry stared for longer than he’d planned to, realizing much too late that Luna had already stopped and was eyeing him, her bright eyes fixed on Harry’s feet.
'Well, you’re already dancing’ she tugged at his sleeve, pulling him with her towards the center of the room. It wasn’t his fault that his feet wouldn’t obey his brain, choosing instead to follow the beat, - louder as Harry approached the crowd - tapping frantically to it. the absence of Ron and Hermione brought a weird feeling to his stomach. He downed the rest of his drink quickly, butterflies replacing the sensation immediately. If they could enjoy the night, so could him, he thought to himself, relaxing his shoulders as best as he could.
Harry opened his eyes without noticing he’d closed them, his whole body electrified with the feeling of being carried away by the music. Luna was dancing with Ginny now, her girlfriend, Harry had to remind himself, smiling a bit. If anyone else were to end up with Ginny, Harry would probably be a bit worried - after all he cared about her - but Luna was Luna, someone who treated Ginny like a flower, giving her the space she needed to grow.
The music changed again, a faster song now was drumming through the soles of his feet. Harry turned around, letting himself once again be sweapt away. He could blame in on the alcohol later.
And the drugs someone had put in his drink. Not just anyone, apparently, since Pansy kept giving him and Blaise that awful smile that could be easily translated as 'I’m being a Slytherin right now’. He looked at his feet for the tenth time in less than five minutes, the bloody thing tapping to that nauseating beat. Draco growled, marching towards the poorly improvised dance floor where his friend kept rubbing herselft all over Theo Nott.
'What did you put in it?’ Draco inquired, lifting his chin as high as he could to emphasize his height. Pansy rolled her eyes, her arms still hooked around Theo’s neck.
'Where?’ she turned around slightly to face Draco.
'My drink’ he forced the words to come out, all his strengh focused on keeping his feet still.
Pansy cackled, exchanging a knowing look with the other boy before returning her eyes to Draco. He was still frowning at her, distracted enough that he didn’t have time to fight back Theo’s tight grip on his waist.
Before he knew what was happening, Draco was dancing, squeezed between Pansy on his front and Nott on his back.
'Just relax, Draco’ she whispered in his ear, thankfully backing away a bit.
'You know you want this’ Theo whispered too, making the hair on his nape stand almost immediately. The boy took a step back, leaving enough space for Draco to run. Not that he would, he most certainly couldn’t.
The sensation was exhilarating. Dancing, he remembered himself, though what he knew about dancing had nothing to do with that. Wizards - well named wizards - took part at ballroom dancing, with proper pairs, slowly, not to the beat of muggle music in crowded spaces. What he was doing seemed so… dirty. He looked around, noticing how no one appeared to care about traditional morals at all. Most surprisingly, no one seemed to care that Draco didn’t care, because at that very moment, as the music resonated through him, he didn’t. He closed his eyes again, letting his head roll around his neck, the tension easily slipping away. So Draco danced, he danced like he expected his father to burst throught the portrait at any second to ruin everything. And when Pansy pushed another one of those - horrenduous - red cups in his hand, he downed it all in one go.
'Come’ Pansy guided him towards one corner of the room that seemed to be even more crowded than the dancefloor. A long wooden table, much like those found in the Great Hall, but a lot smaller, was circulated by students, whistling and shouting at-
'What the fuck’ Draco was sure he was gaping.
One of the Patil girls and Lavender Brown were dancing on top of it, their skirts so short Draco could bet those closer to the table could see everything underneath it. That was when he spotted a familiar face.
Blaise was on the front row, winking and smirking at Brown, who pretended not to notice him. Draco eyed Pansy, her anger tangible.
'Can’t let that bitch steal my boys, can I?’
Shit, Draco knew that look.
'Pansy-’ the girl ignored him, pulling at his sleeve and forcing her way through the mass until they reached the table.
'Just look at them, Draco, poor things’ It was obvious she wasn’t talking to him, her eyes fixed on Patil and Brown. From where they stood the girls could hear them perfectly, as it was proven when they both turned their attentions to Pansy, fumming.
'Fuck off, Parkinson’ Brown seemed wild, like she could jump Pansy at any moment. It was almost funny that they didn’t stop dancing despite the tension in the air.
'Are you afraid of a little competition, dear?’ Pansy’s smile was wicked and Draco couldn’t help the little smirk forming on his lips. Competition wasn’t exactly the right word for that, because Pansy wasn’t one to play fair.
Patil turned around to get out of the table, worried eyes darting from Pansy to her friend. Brown, however, didn’t seem like backing away, her hips continuously swaying as she blowed a kiss in Blaise’s direction. Blaise whistled, his dazzling smile encouraging Brown to come closer and she did, ignoring the Slytherin girl completely.
The sound of fabric being ripped in half was followed by something flying straight to Blaise’s face. Draco couldn’t see what it was at first, everyone around him trying to take a look as well while Pansy laughed so loud some of the students at the dancefloor were sending her curious looks.
Brown got out of the table immediately, her face livid with absolute rage, completely red from embarassment. Draco thought for a second she was going to hex them, but she turned around and ran upstairs to the girls room, followed by Patil who seemed horrified.
That was when Draco saw Blaise struggling to remove the pink knickers glued to his face.
'You wicked bitch’ Draco snorted, half amused and half disgusted. Pansy grinned at him, used to Draco’s sweet words after years of friendship.
A new song had started to play, the beat not as fast as the last one, but definitely sexier. Pansy took off her heels, throwing them carelessly to the side.
'You’re coming up with me'
She got up on the table, taking the Gryffindor’s place. Pansy danced like a Slytherin, which meant all eyes were glued on her the second she swayed her hips. Draco rolled his eyes, still too drunk to make rational decisions apparently, and followed her. It was… intimidating, if not terrifying, to have so many people staring at him from below. Empowering too, now that he could think about it. He started to move, smirking as a few of Pansy’s admirers turned their eyes to him instead, some completely shocked to see Draco Malfoy dancing on top of a table. Whatever, he didn’t have the energy to worry about it that night.
'Someone bring Harry!'
The words resonated inside his head and Draco felt all color leave his face. He searched the faces below him, desperately trying to identify who had said that.
Pansy kept dancing unfazed by his side. Maybe, if he was lucky, she wouldn’t notice if he disappeared in the middle of the crowd. He could try to run upstairs and spend the rest of-
The crowd opened in front of him so Finnigan could push Potter to the front row.
Green eyes locked with grey as the beat changed again.
No, Draco felt his face hot, his whole body fervent. That was the first time he’d seen Potter since the trial, in which he was condemned to house arrest until the begginig of his eighth year. Draco had had time to think, plenty of time and silence to think about what he’d done. What Potter had done. Gratitute wasn’t something Draco was ready to feel, but it’d assaulted him nonetheless. The thing was, allowing himself to feel thankful for what he’d done altered the whole way he saw Potter now.
No, he thought again, as Potter took a step forward.
He should run away, turn around and leave. Malfoy was right there in front of him, and he wasn’t ready. Those eyes were the only ones capable of seeing through him, making Harry feel small. He didn’t know why, after all it wasn’t like Malfoy felt any more confident them himself. He looked as desperate as Harry to leave, hide.
He took another step forward, the beat vibrating under his skin.
'Let’s see who does it better!’ Parkinson suddenly said, followed by a round of whistles and applauses. The girl jumped off the table after winking at Malfoy who seemed about to faint. 'You look scared, Potter. Think you can handle a dancing competition?’ Harry stared at her, gaping because even though Parkinson had already apologized to him, more than once after trying to hand him over to Voldemort the previous year, he was almost sure that didn’t classify them as friends now. She winked again, at him this time, gesturing towards the table.
Malfoy was still staring at him, his feet tapping to the beat contrasting with the rest of his tense body. The drugs, Harry thought to himself while Seamus practically threw him on top of the table. Malfoy had taken them too, apparently. That’s why he’s not running away either… he can’t.
Harry got up, the height enough to make him self aware of the huge amount of people staring expectantly at them. Fuck, why did that beat seem so different than the rest? He turned his head to the side, meeting Malfoy’s eyes again.
'It’s just dancing’ Harry found himself whispering, loud enough for Malfoy to hear, but not the front row of people. They were still staring at each other, making it seem like Harry’s words were meant to be some sort of confort to Malfoy when, in fact, Harry spoke them more to himself. Surprisingly, Malfoy’s shoulders relaxed a bit at that, his shocked expression distracting him enough that his body started moving again. Harry let it wash over him, the music replacing the anxiety bublling in his stomach. It was just dancing, and competing with Malfoy wouldn’t hurt, not this time.
'Is this the best you can do, Potter?’ the words sent electric waves to his body, firing him up like only Malfoy could. It didn’t matter that there were people staring at him, watching his every move. Malfoy had just challenged Harry, like old times and, fuck, he’d missed this.
His whole body turned towards the blond, instinctively, Harry’s hands flying to the hem of his hoody and yanking it from the top of his head. People cheered around him and Harry let a smirk form in his lips.
'You wish, Malfoy’
He knew the black shirt he had underneath was a bit too tight - who knew he’d be forced to take the bloody hoddie off - but the way Malfoy’s eyes roamed over his torso had Harry gulping with a dry throat.
'Like what you see?’ Fuck, what was wrong with him? The alcohol, Harry reminded himself resentfully.
Malfoy, however, took that as a challenge, not an offense as Harry had expected.
He swayed his hips, a wicked smile on his face, and took a step forward. 'Do you?’ his eyes were fixed on Harry’s again.
The thing was, there wasn’t that much space between them in the first place. Now, there was no space at all.
Malfoy swayed his hips again, brushing their thighs. People went wild with that, encouraging him when he opened the two last buttons of his shirt, exposing a tiny bit of his belly.
This can’t be Malfoy
Harry’s brain was short circuiting. Malfoy had that look on his face, wicked, completely in control, and this time Harry had to admit he was. Because the moment Malfoy stood with his back to everyone else and forced another button to pop open, offering a complete vision of his navel only for Harry to see, Harry’s body bucked forward without his consent, the heat of Malfoy’s skin radiating through the black fabric of Harry’s shirt where they touched.
With that, Harry wasn’t dancing against Malfoy anymore, he was dancing with him.
Malfoy’s arms came to rest on Harry’s shoulders, bringing them even closer. Harry could hear a few gasps, but they were muffled by the whistles and cheers.
It didn’t matter. He felt dizzy and couldn’t blame it on the drugs anymore. He couldn’t stop, they couldn’t stop, the beat so brilliant Harry could bet his heartbeat was in sync with it. And Malfoy… Malfoy was pressed against him, his hair tickling Harry’s cheek and his hot breath making Harry’s lips tingle.
Harry glanced around, realizing most people who had been watching them seemed to be as lost in the music as they were.
He wouldn’t waste a second this time.
Draco lost his balance when Potter suddenly backed away. He tried to even his breath, his mind a complete mess, trying to predict if Potter was going to hex him, or worse, mock him, when a firm grip on his wrist brough his attention back. Potter was pulling him with him, quietly signaling to one end of the table that seemed to be the only way out. Draco followed, much to his own surprise because who knew if Potter wasn’t going to hex him where no one could see?
Back to firm ground again, Draco was immediately pinned against the closest wall, the darkest corner of the room.
Potter kept moving, dancing against him.
'Malfoy… Can I-’
He bucked his hips again, the apparent bulge in his pants pressing against Draco’s in the best way possible. Draco gasped, his eyes never leaving Potter’s. It was dark, but not enough that he couldn’t see the way his pupils dilated when his hand pressed against Draco’s hard crotch through his pants.
His moan was muffled my Potter’s lips devouring his mouth, biting and licking like a hungry beast.
Their kiss was filled with all the tension both boys carried on their shoulders. It wasn’t soft, it was bruising, both of them relishing every trace of animosity and regret. Draco could feel himself burning and melting in it, at the way Harry’s hand dig his nails in his thigh, bringing it up around his hip; at the way Harry pressed against him, pinning Draco completely to the wall.
Potter backed away slightly, enough for them to breath before kissing him again, slower this time. Draco threaded his fingers in the black locks, bringing Harry as close as he could while his other thigh was lifted to wrap around Harry’s waist. Harry’s hand supported him there, firmly pressed against the wall and- Fuck, Draco felt the whole lengh of it, rubbing up and down, up and down against his-
'OKAY EVERYONE!! PARTY’S OVER!’
The lights were suddenly turned on, lighting up the common room completely. Several complaints arose from all sides, intensified when the music was gone.
It took Harry two seconds to realize that the force that was compelling him to dance was no longer there, and that it had nothing to do with his desire to press his body against Malfoy’s. What he did not know was if he should be relieved or scared when Malfoy did not seem to want to leave either, his hips rolling over Harry’s in the most delightful way possible, the friction sending small shocks of pleasure up his spine.
Someone gasped beside him, the noise enough to bring them both back to their senses. Their mouths parted, breaking the kiss and leaving Malfoy’s red and swollen lips to show as proof of what they had been doing, of what Harry had done.
He’d kissed Malfoy. Harry Potter had kissed Draco Malfoy willingly. There were no drugs, just the enchanted music, he realized, and it wasn’t enough to explain why he felt that pang in his chest when Malfoy turned around and ran, leaving Harry to face all his shocked classmates alone.
Castiel stilled, frowning. Fear was coming off the boy in obvious waves—why was this boy so afraid?
“Cas!” Sam’s voice bellowed from the other side of the door, and a second later there was the jiggling of the doorknob to try it, and then a bang as a fist hit it only semi-forcefully. “You’re not supposed to barge into other people’s—”
“Did he just angel himself in there?” Dean’s voice could be heard musing at a much quieter volume, though his tone was as equally perplexed as his brother’s. “And what the heck is this green thing, anyway? Is it supposed to stop us?”
If Danny had been less shocked at the fact that the winged man was inside his house, and was apparently not a ghost or anything of the intangible sort, he would have freaked out even more because right, the ghost shield doesn’t work on humans.
He looked around the room for anything that could be used as a weapon, but the heaviest thing in sight was one of Jazz’s psychology textbooks. Not helpful. And while the the control box for the house’s anti-intruder system was within reach if he caught the guy off guard, it was ectoplasm based and wouldn’t be able to stop him if the ghost shield hadn’t done a thing. Even his powers weren’t really designed to fight against non-ghosts.
He had nothing.
And he heard a light scratching at the door, now. The two men outside were trying to pick the lock. They were going to come in too. With their guns filled with real bullets and they were going to kill him.
“Stay back!” he yelled, voice shrill even to his own ears. “Don’t come in here; I’ll call the police!”
“Son of a…” a voice muttered, but the noises at the door stopped.
“Hey look… uh… Dan… Danny? Your name’s Danny right?” Sam asked.
Danny didn’t answer.
“Hey, kid,” Dean called through the door. After a moment, he sighed loudly and switched tracks. “Cas, you still there?”
The angel was still staring intently at the boy in front of him, trying to understand what he saw. “Yes,” he finally answered.
“You’re not invading his personal space, are you? Remember, personal bubble… like we talked about?”
Me: *ya protagonist* I’m josepina annabellamine Walker and I’m a just a regular, ugly girl. I have long soft blonde hair that waterfalls over my perfectly slopped shoulders, and bright, round blue eyes, and very fair skin. But there’s this one freckle on my elbow that just makes me so ugly. I’m not like a regular girl; I can mildly remember scenes from Star Wars and sometimes I’m “witty” but really I’m being an asshole: but it’s fine because I’m quirky™. My parents are either dead or completely not there. No guys notice me, and I’m so glad that girls don’t notice me either. Even though they’re are young girls who read my story; and I should be raising other girls up to show a healthy friendship around women, I won’t and call any girls who display any femininity as weaker than me or call them whores. But that doesn’t matter because I only care about the boys. I’m so completely and totally straight that I only have one named girl friend, who completely becomes irrelevant midway.
45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
A/N: I don’t know what happened– I went to save the ask as a draft and it disappeared. So sorry, I do not know who requested this! Please comment and let me know. I found it! @mazikeen Thank you for the prompt! A/N2: Another drabble! I hope you like it. :)
For a moment, Thranduil looked fierce, a wild thing protecting his territory. It was the dead of night, and his door sidled open, softly, but Thranduil’s keen hearing detected the sound.
Ready to expel the bold intruder who dared to enter his rooms unbidden, Thranduil stole out of his bed and into the shadows, shrugging into a robe as he did. Peering across the darkened room, he saw a slender figure and gasped, recognition slackening his scowl–
“Legolas?” Thranduil asked, as he stepped into the swath of moonlight on the floor.
Legolas started in surprise, then hurried towards him, his eyes round and worried.
“What are you doing up at this hour?” Thranduil asked. There was no good reason his son should be awake now, and so he frowned as Legolas raced across the room.
“Ada,” Legolas said with a fraught expression, and launched himself at his father, clasping him tightly.
Thranduil was stunned, but bent to encircle his son in his arms, holding his beloved child close. Legolas made little gasping noises, burying his nose into his middle, and Thranduil realized he was crying, though trying very hard not to.
It pained him some to discover that his son felt he should hide his feelings from him. Even a few years ago this wouldn’t have been true. Legolas’s happy and inquisitive nature overrode any shame he might feel, but nothing could change the fact that his elfling was growing up.
Somewhere in the transition from child to adolescent, Legolas had learned to be self conscious of his emotions. Joy still shone through– the child couldn’t help his nature– like sunshine bursting free of the clouds, but in learning discipline and order, he thought to stifle his other feelings.
From watching me, Thranduil thought. He felt sorrow for it, but he knew no other way for a king to be.
Thranduil’s astonishment at his son’s outburst, yielded to concern. What monsters had hurt his little leaf? Thranduil would slay them all. “What is it, ion-nin?” he asked, smoothing his hand over Legolas’s scalp, resting at the base of his neck.
“I am sorry,” Legolas whimpered. “It is very childish and stupid, my lord, but I cannot help it.”
Thranduil’s heart hurt to hear Legolas addressing him formally, to show respect and put distance between them that propriety dictated.
Legolas was at that age between childhood and young adulthood. He strove everyday to act grown up, yet was still a child. It was very important that he be taken seriously, and he would be wounded if Thranduil dismissed his feelings.
“It must not be either of those things to upset you so,” Thranduil replied. “Tell me. I will not ridicule.” He pulled back enough to crouch at Legolas’s feet to better see his face, and held in his surprise when he realized how tall his son had grown. In another year or two, he would be too big for such a gesture.
“I had a nightmare about you,” Legolas whispered, “and I just wanted to make sure you are okay.”
“What did you dream about?” Thranduil asked.
Legolas was quiet for a long moment, only shaking his head as he gathered his thoughts. Thranduil waited as patiently as he could for his son to speak.
“I dreamed I was in the woods, playing,” Legolas said, then frowned. “No, not playing– on patrol.”
Legolas was too young to go on patrol. It would be another twenty years before he reached the age of maturity, but Thranduil did not interrupt him with that fact.
“You were on patrol, and then what?” Thranduil prompted.
“There was a stag and I followed him, chasing and laughing with the other elves. We ran through the woods, hardly noticing when it got darker,” Legolas said, “but it did.”
“I didn’t see the pit and I fell down and down impossibly long until the sky was ash and the air thick and I landed in mud. I was surrounded on all sides by muck and swamp. I saw the stag, his great antlers protruding from the mire. He was sinking. I lumbered towards him but was weighted down by the mud, water, and marsh plants. I couldn’t reach him in time. He sank under.
“When I got closer–,” Legolas’s voice choked off. Emotion warred across his face as he struggled to remain composed, but ultimately Legolas lost to it, his brow creasing in anguish as he heaved a sob.
“He’s you– the stag is you. You’re floating under the water. And I can’t– I can’t reach you– my hands are bound, held back by the weeds, my feet rooted by the mud– and you’re under the water– I can see you, but I can’t touch you. And you’re sinking, and so still, and floating away from me and I can’t– I can’t–.”
Thranduil threw his arms around him and pulled Legolas close. “Shhh, it’s alright,” Thranduil soothed. “You have me now, my love.”
Legolas wept openly, wailing dolefully into Thranduil’s neck. The king swayed his child tenderly, trying to soothe his anguished heart with a strong embrace and gentle reassurances.
Legolas’s dream summoned images from his own memories.
The Dead Marshes, Thranduil thought and went still. Dagorlad.
Elven history was part of Legolas’s lessons, and the young prince was just beginning to realize his father’s part in it. It had been amusing when Legolas realized just how old his father was, his scant three decades of life uncomprehending of multiple millennia.
However, there was nothing amusing about this.
The battle of Dagorlad marked one of the most harrowing times in his long life. Thranduil could not think on it without feeling intense pain in his heart. The knowledge of this history should have been imparted on Legolas with great care, if not for his own young mind, but out of respect for Thranduil.
How Legolas learned about this without my consent, I do not know, Thranduil thought. There are more pressing concerns at the moment.
Thranduil’s mind raced, but there was no time for his own grief. Legolas was distressed and needed him to be present right now.
“You were dead,” Legolas whispered. “I was too late. I was useless.”
Thranduil sat back on his heels, pulling away only enough to look into his eyes. His son could not know these words echoed his own from thousands of years ago on that battlefield when he’d found Oropher’s body. They were destructive, and useless words themselves, with no place in Legolas’s young mind.
“You had a bad dream,” Thranduil replied. “But that is all it is. I am not dead, nor are you too late, nor are you useless.”
It was obvious anxiety caused Legolas’s dream, his young mind reeling from what he had learned, the horror of it too much to process.
“I do not know what I would do if– if I lost you, too,” Legolas said through his tears, and he heaved an ugly sob into his arm.
Thranduil felt his own sentiment rise up, tightening his throat, but he swallowed it down, focusing on the fierce love he had for this little elf.
“You will not lose me, my love,” Thranduil said, rubbing up and down his arms, trying to comfort his son, but his words had the opposite effect.
“You cannot promise!” Legolas cried, yanking his arms free. “Nana died. Your ada died. I read about it in the book! What could stop you from dying next?”
Ah, my little scholar is reading ahead of his lessons, Thranduil thought. When Legolas was curious about something, he could be as persistent as a dog with a bone. Perhaps Legolas had thought reading about war would prepare him to be a soldier. Lately, he had been very interested in what grown ups do. Thranduil would have to remember to ask him about it later.
The Dead Marshes were macabre even to the most dauntless of soldiers, let alone a child with a vivid imagination. Corpses drifted in the murky water, anchored by rotting weeds that sprouted up like gnarled hands to tether the bodies an easy length from the surface, taunting the living with failure and loss. Despair dwelled in that moor, its legacy of sorrow bequeathed to all who had looked upon it.
Thranduil had many sleepless nights after he had returned from the Dead Marshes on a fool’s errand to see if Oropher floated among the disturbed bodies there. Though he had blessedly not found his father, what Thranduil had seen would haunt him for the rest of his days.
This is not the way I intended for Legolas to learn about his grandfather, Thranduil thought. I need to mend this if I can.
Thranduil remembered all too well the pain of losing his home, of losing his father, of losing his comrades, of losing his wife– so much loss in his long life, more than many elves experience.
I must banish my own bereavement from my mind, Thranduil thought. I must not dwell on my losses but instead on what I have learned from them.
“Without you, I’ll be all alone,” Legolas whispered, blue eyes round, and red-rimmed with tears. “What would I do if you weren’t here with me?”
Thranduil took Legolas’s hands in his own, squeezing gently. Such a stricken question from one so young, Thranduil thought. Elves were supposed to live for all time. That they did not, was the great tragedy of their kind.
“We cannot know what life will bring us,” Thranduil said. “It is okay to worry sometimes, Legolas. You are more capable than you realize, But there are some things we cannot control. All we can do is enjoy life one day at a time, the best we can. Will you try to remember that?”
Legolas sniffled and nodded, and gasped, “I will try. But I am afraid, ada.”
“It is alright to be afraid, Legolas,” Thranduil replied. “We may lose people we love, but we will never lose the love they leave behind. As long as you remember that, you will always have me, and your naneth.”
Taking shuddering breathes, Legolas nodded, attempting to accept his father’s words. “Nana loved me,” he said. “I know that. I remember.”
“You are dearly loved,” Thranduil replied. “You are my heart, ion-nin.”
A smile brightened Legolas’s face. Throwing his arms around Thranduil’s neck, Legolas flung himself at his father, hugging him with all his might.
Thranduil chuckled and held onto him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “One day, when you are older, I will tell you about the war,” Thranduil whispered, “but for now, slow down. Do not rush these years.”
Legolas was a sniffling, red faced mess, gasping and wiping his wet face on his sleeve.
Resisting the urge to gather Legolas up in his arms and hold him like he had when he was toddling, Thranduil instead tugged gently at his hand.
“Come with me,” he said and guided Legolas towards his bathing chamber.
Thranduil brought a handkerchief to his face, prompting him to blow his nose. Pouring cool water into a basin he soaked a cloth and washed Legolas’s face, trying to ease some of the tension in his tiny brow.
It had been a while since Thranduil had cared for Legolas like this. Feelings of both shame and pride rose up in him. How long it had been, but Thranduil was here for his son now when Legolas needed his father.
“How does that feel?” Thranduil asked.
“Better, ada,” Legolas replied.
“Drink all of this,” Thranduil said handing him a glass of water, and Legolas gulped it down without hesitation.
When there was nothing more to do, Legolas looked away and fidgeted, reluctant to leave. Perhaps Legolas felt he was too old to ask, even though Thranduil could tell he wanted to, so Thranduil asked for him, “Would you like to stay with me tonight?”
Relief flashed across Legolas’s face and he nodded with vigor, taking Thranduil’s hand in his own. Thranduil smiled and led Legolas into his room.
Legolas hopped up onto the bed, bouncing a few times on the large mattress before settling into the side where his mother used to sleep. A smile curved Thranduil’s lips as he watched his son perform that lighthearted action, realizing Legolas was starting to feel better.
Thranduil shrugged out of his dressing gown, and laid it over the back of his chair, then climbed into the bed next to his son. No sooner had he laid down, did Legolas burrow closer to him, wriggling like a worm until he was safe in the sheltered space between Thranduil’s arm and side.
“Good night, ada,” Legolas whispered, yawning into his chest.
“Sleep well, ion-nin,” he replied.
Sleep would be difficult for both of them to come by that night. But as they lay in the bed, warmth pooling between them, Thranduil took his own advice and simply enjoyed being in the presence of his son.
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Capricorn male: Always wants to look sophisticated, always has a perfume on, tall, skinny, can be chubby or fat in the later years, glassy look, black/grey/brown eyes, either smiles a lot or doesn’t smile, dark hair Capricorn female: Cold, glassy look, very attractive, interesting nose, perfect eyebrows, light grey/blue eyes, very skinny but can be a little bit chubby sometimes, elegant and feminine in her own way
Aquarius male: Likes to change their style a lot, short, not that thick, curly blonde or light brown hair, light eyes of any color, ugly nose but they’re still cute Aquarius female: Small nose, very healthy looking, light eyes, straight or wavy blonde hair, tall
Pisces male: Either very tall or a bit short; pale; skinny; very dark black or very light blonde hair, very small or very big blue/green/black/grey dreamy eyes, big nose, stylish in any segment of their lives, s-l-a-y-i-n-g jawline, thick and big lips, when they smile they might scare somebody because they look like a snake Pisces female: The most feminine of them all, short or normal height, very pale and has a clean skin, interesting cheekbones and eyebrows, blue/grey/black dreamy eyes, either has no make-up or tons of it but is always cute and attractive
It was nighttime after her long shift when Charlie found him—the tousle-haired two-year-old sitting cross-legged in ratty footie pajamas practically swallowed by a foot of snow.
It wasn’t the first time a child had been abandoned in front of the fire station. It broke her heart every time, but she thought she’d never seen anything so cruel as the scene in front of her:
The blue-eyed toddler held a dead bird in his arms like a teddy bear, chubby cheeks stained with salt from crying. Held it so tight she thought she’d have to pry it from him. Instead, he looked up at her with round, pleading blue eyes, shoving the limp feathers in her face.
“Bowd,” he said through sniffles.
She took it from him gingerly, his eyes saying fix it. Not knowing what to do, she held it to her, staring at the broken, lifeless feathers.
She looked back up, reaching out for the boy.
“Come on, sweetheart.” she said, trying to use her best calming voice. Hoping not to scare the little one. Hoping he would come.
He sprung forward, almost knocking Charlie over, clinging to her tightly with a trusting expression. His body was warm. He should have been cold. He should have been dead. Instead, the little thing burrowed his messy-haired head in the crook of her neck, stroking the top of the dead pet with a finger.
“Bird,” she repeated, finally figuring out what he was trying to say. She looked at the dead bird, wanting to drop it as she looked at its glassy eye. She made a mental note to disinfect everything she’d touched after she’d disposed of it. But she couldn’t do it yet as she looked at the young boy’s eyes, glued to it.
Instead, she wrapped the bird up in a spare newspaper setting it on the seat next to the wiggly toddler.
His eyes went wide when the wings disappeared beneath the print and he wriggled free of the car seat, scrambling to the paper and ripping enough of it to expose the beak and head. He sent her a disapproving glare.
“Bowd,” he said, like a scolding.
She buckled him in the car seat, driving slowly, trying to organize her thoughts.
When they reached the house, she grabbed the toddler’s small frame easily, hefting him up and shutting the door. As soon as he heard the sound, though, his eyes darted to the newspaper still visible through the window.
“Bowd,” he said, reaching an open, chubby hand out. “Bowd.”
“I’m sorry angel,” she said. “It can’t come in. Birds have diseases. It can’t come in to the house.”
He may not have understood what she was saying, but the ultimate meaning seemed to reach him perfectly; the bird wasn’t coming.
The toddler began to cry, big blue eyes looking at her pleadingly, reaching a hand out towards the window, fingers splayed, this time in question:
“Bowd?” he plead softly. And Charlie felt her heart break a second time, almost giving in before she remembered it was a safety hazard.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” she said. Slowly, the toddler resigned himself to his fate, his head dropping to her shoulder, going quiet.
She could feel the tears on her shoulder. She could feel the tremors of him sniffling quietly.
“Shhh,” she cooed, “It’s all right. I won’t leave you.”
They walked through the door to muted lights and the soothing sound of Dorothy’s voice coming from the library.
“And the little rabbit lived happily ever after.”
She turned the corner to see the comforting figures of her wife and adopted son, curled up by the fire, his eyes closed as he fell asleep in her lap.
“He finally fell asleep, the little stinker. Wanted to wait until his firefighter mom got ho—” Dorothy started, then looked up. Her eyes widened in understanding, then her brows furrowed in concern.
“Another one?” she asked, her tone sad as she looked at the small boy’s crying form, limp against her shoulder.
Dorothy carried her son over to the entryway, taking in the second tiny boy’s shaking form.
“Assholes,” Dorothy said.
“Dorothy!” Charlie scolded, giving a pointed look toward the two children.
“What?” Dorothy said without apology. “They are, aren’t they precious?” she said talking to the toddler, reaching a hand forward to touch his still-damp hair.
“Bowd,” he stuttered before Charlie pulled away.
“Better not touch,” she said, “We’re both probably infected with bird disease.”
Dorothy gave a confused look, but quietly took their son to the room, laying the second two-year-old down for the night.
“Goodnight, Dean,” Dorothy said with a kiss, then joined her wife again: “Sounds like it’s bath time.”
by: mldrgrl Rated: PG-13 Summary: Mulder and Scully work together to solve the murder of a young woman and take a witness into protective custody.
Author’s Note: I’m not one for author’s notes, but I feel compelled to give a bit of a warning on this one. This is my attempt at a casefile, and it’s more something you might find on SVU than X-Files, so proceed with caution. If SVU makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it. Also, it’s a bit of a departure from my normal style. I really wanted this to feel more like an episode and less like a story. So, no getting into anyone’s head here. What you see is what you get…
October 27, 1999 12:24 a.m. Old Town Alexandria, VA
The woman flailed her arms helplessly, searching blindly for something - anything - to fight her attacker. Her windpipe was squeezed so tightly shut that her face was nearly purple. The oxygen deprivation made her limbs heavier and heavier as her life slipped away. Before going completely still, she rolled her eyes to the side, looking away from the dark face of her killer. Her struggle for breath ended with the crack of her neck.