The Sabian Symbols were symbols or
“images” designated to each degree of each sign in the zodiac by
clairvoyant Elsie Wheeler in 1925. They can be used to paint a specific
picture of each of your placements based on its degree.
0th-1st degree: A glass-bottomed boat reveals undersea wonders
1st-2nd degree: Santa Claus furtively filling stockings hanging in front of a fireplace
2nd-3rd degree: The garden of the Tuileries in Paris
3rd-4th degree: Holly and mistletoe reawaken old memories of Christmas
4th-5th degree: A revolutionary magazine asking for action
5th-6th degree: Workmen drilling for oil
6th-7th degree: A well with bucket and rope under the shade of majestic trees
7th-8th degree: Aroused strikers surround a factory
8th-9th degree: A quiver filled with arrows
9th-10th degree: An airplane performing a nose dive
10th-11th degree: Newly opened lands offer the pioneer new opportunities for experience
11th-12th degree: A black girl fights for her independence in the city
12th-13th degree: A famous pianist giving a concert performance
13th-14th degree: Two men communicating telepathically
14th-15th degree: Two Dutch children talking to each other, exchanging their knowledge
15th-16th degree: A woman activist in an emotional speech dramatizing her cause
16th-17th degree: The head of a robust youth changes into that of a mature thinker
17th-18th degree: Two Chinese men converse in their native tongue in an American city
18th-19th degree: A large archaic volume reveals a traditional wisdom
19th-20th degree: A modern cafeteria displays an abundance of food
20th-21st degree: A tumultuous labor demonstration
21st-22nd degree: Dancing couples in a harvest festival
22nd-23rd degree: Three fledglings in a nest high in a tree
23rd-24th degree: Children skating over a frozen village pond
24th-25th degree: A gardener trimming large palm trees
25th-26th degree: Frost-covered trees against winter skies
26th-27th degree: A gypsy emerging from the forest wherein her tribe is encamped
27th-28th degree: Through bankruptcy, society gives to an overburdened individual the opportunity to begin again
28th-29th degree: The first mockingbird of spring
29th-30th degree: A parade of bathing beauties before large beach crowds
HELLO ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WROTE SO HERE IS A REMUS LUPIN ONE SHOT THINGY
Request: Hi! Can I please a young Remus lupin one shot where he gets jealous of me and Sirius but we’re just friends and then he confesses his feelings to me and its all fluffy? Thank you😊💙
It was Christmas Eve and I was snuggled upon the cosy armchair by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Stockings of all colours were hung upon the fireplace, whilst thick streamers of holly and mistletoe dangled criss-crossed from the ceiling. A tall frost-covered Christmas tree sat in the corner of the large room, bedecked with garlands of tinsel and fairy lights. My five best friends surrounded me, each with smiles spread wide across their faces as they cracked jokes and told each other stories.
“Y/N, try some eggnog, it’s Mrs Potter’s special recipe,” Sirius exclaimed as he poured the frothy substance into a red and gold mug.
“Drink as much as you want,” cried James, “She sent us 10 bottles of the stuff!”
I chuckled as Sirius carried the drink over to me, gesturing for me to move over as he did. I snuggled further into the chair arm, allowing more room for Sirius to sit next to me. He tugged on the blanket I had wrapped around me, unravelling it before laying it upon the two of us. I threw my legs over Sirius’ and rested my head on his shoulder. He placed the mug in my hands and I took a sip, allowing the sweet, creamy taste to dance on my tongue.
“Mmmm, this tastes amazing!” I sighed with delight as I took another sip.
“So Y/N, how come you didn’t go home for the holidays like you normally do?” Sirius questioned, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.
“Oh,” I said, slightly taken aback by the question, “there’s a lot of tension between my family at the moment, and Christmas wouldn’t have been very enjoyable because of it. That’s why I decided to stay here, plus this is our last Christmas at Hogwarts so I’ve got to make it a good one!”
“Oh yeah, well now you can join me in the family issues club!” Sirius joked, before turning more serious, “But for real though, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”
“Thank you, it means a lot.” I smiled, lifting my head from his shoulder and glancing around the room to see the others in their own conversation.
Well, all except Remus who was sat on the floor quietly, staring down at his mug. His sweater paws were wrapped around his mug tightly, next to his book which had been tossed aside. His facial expression looked slightly pained and worry spread through my body. I placed my mug down next to me and stood up from where I sat on the armchair, before walking over to Remus. I sat down next to him and nudged him with my shoulder.
“Are you okay, Remy?”
“I’m fine.” He shrugged, without looking at me.
“You sure? You really don’t seem it, but it can’t be the full moon as that’s not for another week yet!” I exclaimed, worry clear in my voice.
“I’m fine! Just leave me alone!” He yelled, causing everyone to turn round in shock at his sudden outburst.
“As you wish.” I huffed, before standing up and brushing off my trousers.
Avoiding all eye contact, I left the common room and walked up the stairs to the girls dormitories, ignoring Remus’ calls for me to come back. I laid upon my bed, staring up at the old wooden panels, feeling tears prickle my eyes. I just couldn’t understand why Remus, of all people, would shout at me like that. I had thought of him as one of my best friends, as much as I’d hoped one day he may become more than that. I tried to ignore the horrible sinking feeling in my stomach as I just lay there in silence.
After a while, I heard a light knocking on the dormitory door, before it cracked open to reveal a worried looking Lily.
“You okay?” She asked, her worried expression growing.
I just nodded in response. Lily has known about my feelings for Remus since I first realised them in fourth year, so she knew that his words would’ve affected me worse than if it was James, Sirius or Peter.
“He is sorry,” she sighed, “he’s been trying to get up here but you know, the slide-”
“Seriously?” I chuckled at the thought of Remus being shot down the girls dormitory stairs as it turns into a slide. “Even though he knows boys can’t get up them?”
“Apparently so,” Lily giggled, “but I do think you should go talk to him. He feels really bad about it and I don’t think Sirius made it any better by calling him a moody git.”
I groaned, knowing Lily was right and mumbled a ‘fine’ whilst rolling off the bed and heading back down to the common room. I saw Remus sat alone in front of the fire, his head in his hands. As I sat down in front of him, he glanced up at me, guilt flooding his eyes.
“I’m an ass-” He started.
“Yes, that’s true.” I deadpanned.
“I’m sorry, truly.” He whispered, “I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to shout or say that, I had just been watching you and Sirius and you guys looked so close and happy and-”
“What does Sirius have to do with anything?” I cut off his rambling, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
“Uh, well, I,” Remus stumbled over his words before taking a deep breath, “truth is, I really like you, Y/N. You’re the most beautiful, smart and kind person I’ve ever met and when I saw how close you and Sirius are getting, I couldn’t help but feel jealous. I’m sorry I took it out on you, I know I shouldn’t have.”
I was lost for words. He liked me. Remus John Lupin liked me.
“I know this is probably going to make things awkward between us now that you know, since you probably like Sirius anyway, but I just had to tell you.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands.
“I was going to say I like you too, silly.” I smiled, seeing Remus’ expression go from sad, to confused, to happy in the space of a few seconds. “I’m not really into dogs, I prefer wolves.”
“In that case,” said Remus, taking my hands in his own, “will you do me the greatest honour of accompanying me to Hogsmeade next weekend?”
“Of course!” I whispered, a huge smile spread across my face as I wrapped my arms around Remus’ neck and hugged him tightly.
He snaked his hands around my waist and leaned back a little, looking into my eyes. Our lips were inches apart, so close I could feel his light breaths fan across my face. Edging slowly closer, he closed the gap between us and placed his lips on mine.
I had this idea in my head, and this Phandom needs more Savant Par
It wasn’t anything they had expected to happen. Sure, his enemies always went after his friends, but only as a distraction. They had never done this before.
“Tucker?!” A cry of shock and horror cut through the air, silencing the sound of jet engines, plasma guns, shaking buildings. Everything was muted as a black and white blur caught the falling teen. The knife was lodged in his chest to the hilt, red staining the yellow sweater. Sam was next to them in an instant and Valerie’s suit was generating ten times the amount of firepower that it normally did.
Tucker was looking up at him, eyes wide with blank terror. Danny could feel it, feel the life draining from the older teen in his arms as he coughed up blood trying to breathe. Peridot eyes slipped closed and Danny saw red. Then, Phantom saw blue.
A flash of light, and everything was painted over with a layer of brilliant sky blue. He set tucker down on the ground and growled, low and primal. “Dash!” A halo of light, there and gone in an instant, and the quarterback was there. “You have healing powers, use them.” The blond was stammering in confusion and bewilderment, but a glance and snarl had him snapping to attention. “Heal Tucker, NOW!” the ecto mutated teen got to work, and Phantom rose from the ground, silent and shining so brightly that his aura seemed to encompass everything.
Eyes that showed only the frozen tundras of the north and south turned to the source of this pain in his core. He had attacked him, had thrown the knives, not at Danny, who had been right in front of him, but at Tucker. He had hurt Tucker. He hurt Phantom’s friend, his best friend. “Skulker…” the mech operating ghost was gaining altitude and aiming his missile launchers at Phantom - at his Sam, Dash, he was aiming at His Tucker - and with a quick glance around the area, the missiles were fired. They didn’t get far, covered in frost and landing with dull thuds mere meters from their launch and that was when he saw it.
Skulker looked into the eyes of what he dubbed prey and saw not anger, fury or predatory rage. What he saw was the unadulterated wrath of a being far beyond his power, a terrible storm that would rage across the land, freeze and shatter everything in its path until it’s target was found and eradicated. Skulker saw a force of nature pushed beyond the point of blind lividity and regretted every action he had ever taken. That was all directed at him.
Phantom raised a hand, ice and snow creeping along the ground and rising into the air with the movement, and pointed a finger at Skulker. “You will pay.” the metallic suit was knocked back higher into the air and Phantom rose up to grasp its wing in one gauntlet glad hand. “You hurt Tucker. You killed Tucker!” howling winds whipped through the air as the wing was torn off like cardboard and the mech careened through the air in an uncontrolled descent. He would pay, he hurt Tucker, he killed Tucker, he hurt his mate, he would pay, he would pay with his after life, Skulker must die!
Ice spread through the circuits and sheets of metal that protected the tiny specter and he ejected himself from the suit with a squeak of terror. He left it and flew as fast as he could towards FentonWorks. He had to get out of there, had to escape this aura that was now covering every inch of the city that he could see. A wall of ice rose up to meet him and spikes twice his size nearly impaled the diminutive ghost. Ducking low he swerved around a corner. Spears of ice rained down around him, missing by millimeters and most grazing his body. As he passed through a wall, ectoplasm left a trail and he cursed the fragility of his true form. The family whose dinner he was invading shrieked in panic and he soaked up the negative emotion as fast he could, sighing in slight relief when his wounds healed.
It was nearly a second too late that he realized they were screaming because of the ax made of ice heading for his midsection. Shooting upwards he swore and flew faster than he knew he could. In the streets stalagmites of ice rose up in his path and flurries of snow threw him into frozen walls, seconds before hundreds of spikes could shoot out of it, barely missing his eyes. The Child - no, whatever Phantom was, he wasn’t playing around or trying to capture this time. Panic fueled the tiny ectoblast he managed to shoot out and knock an icicle off course.
Snow was falling all over and as he shifted out of the visible spectrum, skulker rose to the clouds and saw that even they were arctic blue - along with the entire town! Stark white jets that seemed to defy the supernatural aura surrounding them cut through the air and began firing in the direction of Phantom’s blurred form - the armor of a Viking had replaced his usual hazmat and morningstars of ice knocked them aside like flies. Snow rose up to grasp the vehicles and pull them to a safe landing but now more than gravity was pulling Skulker to the ground.
Becoming intangible and using every ounce of will he had, the green speck of a ghost zipped towards the halfa’s home, desperate for the quickest means of escape. His parents! Surely the boy would never do anything to harm them.
Jack Fenton’s bellowing voice was drowned out by the wind that still affected the undead hunter, but he could see a large bazooka being brandished… and then frozen over slowly, the only shots it had managed to get out rising up and changing from green to eerie blue. The entire Assault Vehicle soon suffered the same fate as both hunter’s weapons and the spheres of blue plasma were launched in his direction. It was sheer luck that he managed to evade them, one grazing just barely against his arm and covering it in frost.
He dove for the building and had nearly gotten home free when ice, infused with power that dwarfed his own, smacked into him with all the force of a semi truck. It encased his body fast as lightning and all that was left unfrozen were his eyes.
The ice - and its prisoner - were lifted twenty, thirty, fifty feet in the air before flying towards the earth like a comet and slamming into icy black concrete. Skulker was lifted by ice once more and the frosty prison shattered into a thousand tiny shards. All of them pointed at him and orbiting like birds of prey, or wolves waiting for the command to kill from their alpha.
“Skulker.” he looked up and saw his second death, felt the needles of ice and pain rack through his body and pierce his core a million times over. “You shot the knife that drained Tucker’s life from his body,” a voice whispered like a breeze, and boomed like thunder with the reverberation of a spirit enraged. Phantom’s eyes were flickering between red and blue, as though his body couldn’t decide what would best display his fury, though obviously irises and pupils didn’t make the cut.
This was the reaction one only got when you threatened a ghost’s mate, so why in the Hells-
“One reason,” the halfa spoke, the wind around them whipped up into a frenzie. “One reason why I shouldn’t pierce all 372 pressure points and see how close to the human body yours is before you melt into a puddle.”
“Y-y-you’re the good guy!” The shards came together into long needles. “You- you have mor- morals!” He raised a barrier of green light that was crushed by the pale blue that blanketed the area. “He- the other boy- your mate! He wouldn’t approve!”
“DON’T YOU SPEAK OF HIM AS THOUGH YOU KNOW HIM!” frost covered the grass, the trees, the sidewalks, the buildings, everything was ensnared in Phantom’s wrath. Fangs were bared and a serpent made of snow and ice spiraled into existence, coiled around the two specters. “YOU THREW THAT KNIFE AT HIM! NOT ME, HIM! Y̴̨͘͘O̷͟͟͞Ù̴̶̡͜ ͏̨T̵̶̢͞Ó҉̢O̶̸͘͡K̕͞҉́ ́͘̕M̕͘Y̶̸͡ ̨̧M̀͜҉́A͢͠͡T̀͞E̛̕͝ ̴͏͝F̷̧͟R҉́O̸҉̶̡M̴͏ ̷̢̕M͠E̶̴̡͠!͏̛͏͡” blue sparks arced from needlepoint to needlepoint, and Phantom’s fingers stretched out flat. “And now I shall make sure you never get to see yours ever again, you filthy slimy putrid hunk of pla-”
“Danny…” a familiar voice - hoarse and quiet yet crystal clear - called out and the winds stopped. Everything stopped and Phantom turned to see Tucker, his friend, his ally, his mate, leaning on Dash for support. Danny rushed to meet him, wrap his arms around the unhealthily pale boy and breathed. He was alive! “Danny, don’t do it.”
“Tucker, he nearly murdered you, he deserves it!” his very core cried out for Justice, for vengeance! The mongrel must pay!
“No!” Green glared into orbs of ice and the tech savvy teen stood as firmly as he physically could. “That’s not how you work, Danny. You have morals, you don’t kill.”
“And you’re better than him.” Tucker placed his hands on Phantom’s - Danny’s shoulders, and his eyes pleaded as much as they demanded. “Please, Danny. Show me that you’re better than him.”
It was several heartbeats of tense silence before the needles that prodded Skulker’s flesh melted away. The snow dragon roared before dispersing, and the frog like ghost let out a breath of relief. The force of Phantom’s will dragged him over to the pair and he shook in terror. Circles of red imposed on glaciers stared down at him with the intensity of the sun, and a voice reminding him of a fallen king reverberated through his core. “If I ever see you in the human world again, ever, then nothing will be able to save you from me. Not your suit, not Plasmius, not Ember. I ban you, G̢̨̡ros͟͏ve̡ń͢͞ò̷r ̛͜H̶̀͡un̴͟t̛e̛͘r̡, from the Earth and her home dimension, on my name as King. Begone.”
Skulker did not linger, and Danny watched him flee for his afterlife. A hand was on his face now, and he allowed Tucker to turn his head towards the other teen. “You done freaking out?” A shaky laugh from the halfa, and the geek grinned. “Good, cause now I get to do this.” lips met Danny’s and the world was no longer covered in blue. His hazmat returned and the hero returned the kiss.
questions, comments, thoughts about the world? and yes, Danny did in fact teleport Dash there through sheer force of will.
Angry Danny is an angry Danny. and deadly. skulky ain’t comin back, ever.
For @paolarq who so sweetly asked for pb&j skiing/snowboarding. I’ve given Bitty my absolute distrust of skiing in this one haha. Thank you <3
Bitty looks down ruefully at the thin planks strapped to his feet. He’d been adamant in his belief that humans weren’t meant to toss themselves down the side of mountains, but when his options were to stay home or go on a free trip to Whistler courtesy of Jack and Kent, well, the choice seemed obvious. His visions of their five-night stay included a lot more time in the chalet and various hot tubs, and less of… this.
Jack and Kent are arguing about which trail to start with. Jack has a map in his hand, struggling to keep his ski poles in his grip, and Kent is dragging himself towards the gondola, one foot buckled into the bindings of his snowboard. They’ve pawned Bitty off to a private instructor for the first day so the two of them can tackle the more difficult trails, which Bitty only accepts because he can ditch the lesson once he’s alone and drink hot chocolate for the rest of the afternoon.
All of them turn as the instructor skis up to Bitty, stopping in an impressive display of flurrying snow. His smile is brighter than the frost-covered trees. “I’m Johann, your instructor today.”
Bitty grins back at him. Taller than Jack and blonder than Kent, he sees the boys exchange a look as Bitty offers his hand.
“The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling. Dumbledore led them in a few of his favorite carols, Hagrid booming more and more loudly with every goblet of eggnog he consumed. Percy, who hadn’t noticed that Fred had bewitched his perfect badge so that it now read ”Pinhead“, kept asking them all what they were sniggering at. Harry didn’t even care that Draco Malfoy was making loud, snide remark about his new sweater from the Slytherin table.” - Jk Rowling.
frozen ground crackled and crunched under Marianne’s tired feet and
the border seemed no closer than it had been when she checked five
minutes before. Shrugging her squirrel fur cloak
higher around her shoulders she shivered against the cold, twitching
her wings beneath the cloak
she glanced back at her small entourage.
The Chamber of Secrets + Christmas ↳ The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling.
AU where Liam meets Jack Frost’s twin sister: Y/N Frost.
It hardly ever snowed in sunny
California, but when it did, panic usually arose. People forgot how
to drive, kids automatically assumed it was a snow day from school,
and employees often called in sick. So when a harsh winter rolled in,
Beacon Hills was no different from any other school, they shut their
doors and told the kids they had a free day off. Of course, this made
a lot of people happy, except a certain sandy haired kid with bright
cerulean eyes. He wasn’t looking forward to the day, especially
because he and Mason were going to work out. Instead, Mason called in
sick. He tried the other pack members, but they all had an excuse.
Scott and Kira were on a date, Stiles and Malia were hanging around
the police station helping with a case, Lydia was practicing her
fighting skills with Parrish, Theo was most likely snowboarding and
Liam was left alone in his own thoughts.
He had spent half the morning playing
video games, boredly staring at the animated figures with bile rising
in his throat. It seemed as if no one had any time left for him, and
that honestly worried him. With the pack leaving for college, he
would have no one but Mason left, and that made him sick to his
stomach. All his friends, not including Mason, were either dead,
hated him, or leaving for college. He looked down at his controller,
letting out a loud sigh before tossing it in front of him, not really
in the mood to play anymore. He stood up from his seat, walking
around his house before grabbing a coat and some boots.
After preparing, he headed out into the
frozen wonderland, his breath catching in his throat at the sparkling
blankets of snow and frost covered trees. It was beautiful, the white
almost blinding him as light reflected off of it. He had never been a
fan of snow, but he could at least appreciate it, and he did. He
remembered stories his mother used to tell him, about Jack Frost and
his twin sister, Y/N Frost. They were just fairy tales though, things
parents told their children just to keep them in line. Some part of
him refused to believe that they existed, some part of him
acknowledged they could be real, and a little small sliver knew they
existed. He was still a kid at heart, but he knew that time would
mold him, and eventually he would have to let go of his inner child.
He found himself walking towards the
woods, his mind blank as he passed the thickening trees. He didn’t
know where he was going, he just let his feet lead him as he looked
around the ominous trees. There was a sharp breeze that tugged at his
coat and he shivered, folding his arms as he looked around the
rattling limbs. He was more than sure his nose was bright red, and
his cheeks were flushed as he came upon a clearing. There was a lake,
a pretty big one, right in the middle and he smiled. It looked to be
completely frozen over, the edges ringed with intricate designs that
could not have occurred naturally, and he wondered just how they got
so perfect like that. He didn’t question it as he took a couple steps
towards the frozen water, looking at the rigid ice with a smile
gracing his lips. He didn’t really think about it but the words that
slipped past his lips seemed to surprise him as they lingered in the
air. “Thanks, Jack and Y/N Frost.”
A gust of wind rushed past him and he
shivered, the sudden drop in temperature was painfully noticeable,
his teeth chattering slightly. It was as if the winter spirits
themselves were there, their frosty breaths running up and down his
spine as they breathed down his neck. He smiled to himself, closing
his eyes before basking in the silence, the peace nice for a change.
Another gust of wind shook his body and he buried his face in the
collar of his jacket, soaking up the warmth.
He inhaled the scent of vanilla and
pine, letting his eyes flicker open to the mysterious girl standing
in front of him. He jumped back surprised, his butt hitting the
fluffy snow underneath him with a gasp. How did she get there so
fast? And why hadn’t he heard her? He stared up with widened eyes,
his breath coming out in little puffs, a tremble starting to run
through his body. She was looking at him with wide eyes, her
curiosity just as high as his was. He stared into the wide eyes of
wonder, letting a puff of breath float into the air. She had these
bright blue eyes full of wonder and curiosity that sparkled with a
million galaxies nestled deep within her soul. She had this snow
white hair that framed her face perfectly, the silky strands whipping
about in the gusts of wind. Her lips were a shade of pale pink, soft
and plump and round, and Liam just wanted to kiss them despite not
even knowing her. She was the definition of pretty.
“Hi.” Liam stated, trying to keep
his eyes focused on her memorizing orbs. She blinked, somewhat
surprised as she brought her hand up to touch his face.
She was quiet, almost whispering in
disbelief. Worded like a question and spoken like a statement: “You
can see me.”
“Uh, yeah.” He responded, peering
up at her through his lashes. He wasn’t quite sure what she was
getting at, of course he could see her. Unless he wasn’t supposed to.
He started to get frightened, his eyes widening. “Am I not supposed
to see you?” He asked, scrambling to his feet. He stood over top of
her now, his head angling downward to look at her. She came face to
chest with him, slowly tilting her chin up to look at him.
“Teenagers don’t really see me. They
don’t believe in me.” She said, almost brokenheartedly with sadness
rising to block out the galaxies in her eyes. “Kids these days are
growing up too fast, they stop believing in us as soon as they hit
the third grade. It’s sad really, hard to run an operation
when no one believes in you, and your magic is slowly starting to
disappear before your eyes.”
Liam tilted his head, furrowing his
eyebrows when he saw the distant look on her face. “Magic? So, you’re
a witch.” He commented, looking over her once again. His eyes glued
themselves to her lips, a blush rising to his face as he watched them
part, a puff of vapor escaping into the frozen air.
“I’m not a witch.” She stated
calmly. “Just like your not a regular human, Liam.” She said, her
voice like frostbite against his ears. How did she even know his
name? He hadn’t remembered saying it to her.
“How do you know my name?” He asked
cautiously, looking her up and down with a skeptical look.
“I know all the kids that believe in
me, and I know all the kids that don’t.” She said calmly, pushing
her hair back behind her ear with an intake of breath. “Comes with
the family business, ya know.”
“Whoa, slow down. Explain.” He
stated gruffly, his eyes narrowing into slits. He didn’t trust her at
all, and if his gut was right, then he needed to go warn the others.
“Alright, I’ll start from the
beginning.” She said quite exasperatedly, her lips pursing as she
looked deep into his soul. “My name is Y/N Frost, and I am the
sister of Jack Frost.” She introduced herself, curtsying. Liam
raised an eyebrow, not believing her story. “Don’t give me that
look. Your a werewolf, so you have absolutely no right to give me
that look as if I’m lying.” She spat, jabbing a finger into his
chest. The sudden touch made him gasp, her cold touch traveling all
the way through his thick winter coat. “It’s my job to spread the
snow around the world, and its Jack’s job to entertain the kiddos.
We’re a team, we were work together. Just like your little pack of
werewolves.” She said matter-of-factly, folding her arms across her
He guess it could be true, there were
such things as ghost and vampires, so he guessed mythical legends
that just happened to bring the seasons could exist. He swallowed,
looking from her glacier blue eyes to her snow white hair. “I
believe you.” He said softly, reaching his hand out touch her
cheek. She recoiled slightly, but eventually let him touch her. His
hand was warm against her freezing cheek, the temperatures feeling so
different but so good against their skins. “It’s just hard, my Mom
sort of dispelled the myth that you guys existed when I was younger,
and I guess I sort of believed her.”
“Obviously not, because I’m standing
right here in front of you.” She responded, leaning her head into
his hand. Liam smiled slightly, brushing the pad of his thumb against
her cheek. “You wouldn’t be able to see me if you didn’t believe.”
She pointed out, her words surprisingly warm and thick.
“I believe in a lot of things, that
doesn’t mean they’re real.” He pointed out, getting closer to her.
She looked surprised to hear his words.
“Can I try something?” She hummed
softly, running her fingers up the front of his coat sleeve. He
nodded, watching her stoic face as she leaned on her tip toes, her
fingers coming up to run through his hair. He instantly felt cold,
his mouth opening to say something when her lips came crashing
against his. His eyes snapped open, the freezing temperature making
his lips tremble as she pulled away. She smiled at him, the area
around her eyes crinkling, making her ten times as cute. She ran her
eyes over the frost covering his lips, surprised that her temperature
had done that to his lips. “Did you believe that?” She asked
quietly, letting her eyes travel to his blue pools.
“Yeah.” He said, stuttering
through the cold. His lips were trembling badly, and she could barely
make out what he was saying. “I-I believed i-in that. I-It felt
s-so good.” He smiled, grabbing her cheeks before kissing her
passionately. The winter spirit smiled, tugging at his hair with a
moan. His tongue found its way into her mouth, the wet appendages
dancing and tangling together in a dance. Suddenly she pulled away
out of breath, her chest heaving up and down. She was out of breath,
her eyes staring into his with a soft look. “What’s wrong?” He
asked, generally concerned for her well being.
“I’ve been alone for quite some time,
three hundred years to be exact, and I don’t know if I can handle a
relationship.” She voiced, teeth digging in her lip. “Jack is
very protective of me, and I don’t want to worry him.”
“We can take things slow.” Liam
said quickly, his hands moving from her waist to her shoulders.
“But how slow are you willing to go?
I haven’t dated anyone since I was like, seventeen.” She stated,
looking up at the lycan boy with wide eyes. “And just so you know,
I’m three hundred and seventeen years old.”
Liam blinked, crinkling his nose with
desperation. “I can go as slow as you need me to, but I’m not
letting you go. Not like that. Having you close to me makes my heart
sing. I can’t lose you, knowing that if I do, the little boy in my
heart will disappear forever, and I’m not ready for that.”
Y/N flushed pink. Did he really think
that he wouldn’t be a child at heart anymore if she wasn’t around?
She guessed it was kinda true, losing your last belief was always the
thing that killed people. “I just want you to be happy. I don’t
want you waiting forever for me.”
“Then you better get used to it,
because as long as your not mine, I’ll be waiting.”
She wanted to say that he wasn’t
being very rational, but she just let it go, her lips molding and
meshing back against his. “Alright. I’ll be your girlfriend.” She
whispered, not believing the words that came from her mouth. It
didn’t matter to her that she sounded unsure of herself, because the
smile that lit up his face was enough to wash all her doubts away.
This year it was extra hard to pick my favorites. In the end I lean towards images that make me remember special moments and took a lot of effort to produce. Sometimes they are a surprise (catching the shooting star in the aurora photo or discovering the beautiful potential in the running Icelandic horse photo during the editing process), sometimes they come out of pure patience and persistence (the hordes of hungry mosquitoes I endured to take the sunrise photo) and sometimes they are about a moment of beauty that I was ecstatic to capture (I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be in that place at that time while taking photos of the glacial ice on the beach - and the same goes for the beautiful frost covered trees on the banks of the Great Bear River)!
Summary: A Bellarke AU based on A Court of Thorns and Roses / A Court of Mist and Fury a/n: If Fae Bellarke is your thing, then you’ve come to the right place. Also I have no self control and wrote this in a day - sequel to come soon. Rating/Warnings: Teen; Violence, Temporary Character Death | wc: ~6.6k | AO3
Among the frost-covered birch trees, Clarke crouched low in the barren brush. The muddy snow on the ground caked her overly worn boots. Her breath fogged as she notched an arrow silently, staring at the tawny hide of the large buck across the clearing. Though she had drawn the bow silently–her father had taught her well–the buck picked up his head in alarm.
Clarke’s heartbeat stuttered as she stared at the now-revealed tangle of towering, twisting silver antlers–two sets of them–atop the animal’s head.
Her entire being sung with the danger of thinking that word, of realizing what her prey actually was. It pitched higher, hotter, until she was nearly burning with anger. That creature and others of his ilk were the reason (or at least one of the reasons) her father was dead.
Her rage reached a breaking point, and swiftly, she stood, loosing the arrow before she lost her nerve. If she killed him–it, she sneered–then what was left of the town her father tried to save would be a little bit safer.
She was one of the best archers in her town, but still she was surprised when her arrow sunk into the buck’s flank. It brayed out in pain, stumbling in the snow as it tried to escape. With the memory of her father’s laughter ringing in her ears, she grasped for two more arrows and sent them flying. They landed true, and before Clarke knew it, she was kneeling next to the dying animal.
They stood outside the restaurant, fat snowflakes falling from the dark winter sky, the warm glow of the street lamps casting shadows on the street.
“It was meant to rain, not snow.”
He rolled his eyes, earning a huff from Riza. “Can’t you just admit you’ve been caught out, just this once and are cold?”
“You are just please because it isn’t raining.”
He nudged her playfully, and finally her scowl broke into a soft giggle, taking her hand as they walked down the street, her slim fingers curling around his. It was a rare weekend off for both of them; dinner had been Roy’s idea, not that she had complained. She paused as they entered the central park, glancing over to the now frozen pond and the frost covered trees. They were alone, save for the ducks, and it was immensely peaceful.
“Come here.” He pulled her in to him, wrapping his large overcoat around her, and she laughed as he buttoned it, leaving her trapped against him.
“Sir .” She eyed him, tapping a finger against his chest, meeting his usual boyish grin. “What if somebody sees us?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “I’m simply looking out for you. Can’t have you getting sick now.”
She pulled a face, before snuggling in against him, letting her arms wrap around his torso, and he breathed a deep sigh of contentment, gently bury his face against her hair. She smelt of sweet soap, crisp linen and the unmissable twist of gunpowder; he wondered if she would ever remove that smell entirely.
“Yes.” She gave him a coy smile, before leaning against him once again, cheek flush against his chest. “You are warm.”
“Well, you know, I am the-ack!” He let out a yelp of surprise, cutting him off as her cold hands slid under his shirt, making contact with the warmth of his back.
Christmas was a huge deal in Layla’s family. Insanely large. So when Richard woke Layla up Christmas morning with her coffee in one hand, her overflowing stocking hung from his other one. Her siblings had sent him an enormous box of things to put under the tree and in her stocking and he had been surprised to see a similar box addressed to Layla arrive at the house which he assumed was full of presents for him. Combined with the weddings gifts that were already arriving, the house was becoming overrun with brightly wrapped packages. He was glad that they had agreed on only one stocking stuffer and one present for each other or there might not have been room in the house for them to live.
They had missed the annual gathering at Layla’s parents’ home to exchange presents among all the siblings and cousins because they had been in Berlin. You weren’t allowed to open them then but Layla’s mother insisted on it being done that way because then all the commercialized Christmas shopping was done enough in advance to allow people to focus on the real spiritual meaning of Christmas. Christmas morning was done individually at each home, and then in the afternoon, everyone went to the parents’ house again for presents from the parents or grandparents and Christmas dinner. Layla still wasn’t sure if they were going to go.
Christmas morning was apparently the one day Layla didn’t need coffee to wake up. She grabbed the stocking from his hand and upended it with a gleeful laugh. Richard joined her on top of the blankets and emptied his stocking into his lap. Layla was already peeling her orange and handed him the first wedge. He picked up the Funko Thorin doll that had fallen out of his stocking. “Seriously?”