is heat itself

Aries Mars always fights in the now and can be “easily triggered”.

Taurus Mars is really hard to provoke but can hold a grudge. Their conflicts tend to exist over territory, possession, a physical need/urge, or jealousy.

Gemini Mars lives in the vocal and mental realm. Conflicts tend to be caused by differences in opinions or insults. They can win an argument!

Cancer Mars conflicts tend to come from the past. There is a theme with past pain in their lives. Paranoia can be associated with them too.

Leo Mars is centered on pride and ego. This is the root to any anger and conflict. Bruised ego causes rage for Leo Mars but a strong and secure ego + learning humility makes them more patient and understanding.

Virgo Mars has many themes revolving around nervous energy and tension. Their own restlessness causes a lot of frustration and turmoil.

Libra Mars has conflict with conflict itself. Avoiding heated issues comes naturally for them. They have diplomacy but also a great disadvantage in fearing conflict. They can fall apart when conflicts are not solved.

Scorpio Mars conflicts live in the emotional realm with betrayal, revenge, hurt, grudges, pity, and vulnerability. They can have an active imagination in conflict and subconsciously depends on manipulation.

Sagittarius Mars can have a temper but see’s conflicts as a waste of energy and time. They avoid it or run from it in many ways. They want to shed and be “free” of undesirable emotions, this carries over into the Mars position.

Capricorn Mars conflict is very self-centered with criticism, self-doubt, restriction, and control.

Aquarius Mars conflicts tend to live in the realm of the mind. They are defensive over their opinions and ideas. They can be unyielding yet unpredictable in their “triggers”. But know it will usually be about lifestyle, identity, and beliefs.

Pisces Mars is famous for playing the victim and giving into self-pity. Conflicts exist in the emotional realm but is also lost on “why me?” They can lose themselves or get others lost with their association in illusions. They can unintentionally mislead and manipulate.

Energy Based Witchcraft and Quick Practices

All right, so this is essentially the beginning of energy related witchcraft that I’ll be posting about as I try it and learn new things. Feel free to try out some of the stuff I talk about here but please remember that this is your journey and you can and should edit and tweak everything to best fit you.

Types of Energy

Reserved Energy

Reserved Energy floats either just above or below your skin. It should feel like it’s attached to you and resist most attempts to use it. It is minimally pliant, minimally workable, and mostly just exists as a backup or protection.

Latent Energy

Latent Energy is typically a ball of energy that is extremely malleable and easily visualized. This type of energy is more ‘for your use’. It can be visualized anywhere in the body; however, where ever it best seems to fit (i.e. a ball of energy in your stomach, chest, head, etc) is normally where it stays. Latent energy is great to work with to give yourself a better mastery over molding both Reserved and Latent energy.

Neighboring/Immediate Energy

Neighboring (or Immediate) Energy is an amalgamation of your energies and outside forces. It’s best visualized and felt by meditating. If you’ve meditated and felt like you were basically out of your own body and hazy, you’ve felt Neighboring Energy. It’s less you and, as a by product, significantly harder to work with. It’s not as difficult as Reserved Energy since that’s an active rejection to change, and this is simply difficult because you’re reaching beyond yourself.

Visualizing Your Energy

Visualizing energy can be a bit tricky, but seeing your energy, in my opinion, is equally important as feeling it. Being able to see and acknowledge your energy makes feeling and moving it so much simpler. There are a couple of ways to visualize your energy, so we’ll hop into those first:

First Plane Visualization (FPV)

If you close your eyes to visualize your energy and the first thing you see is your body, this is where you’re at. First Plane Visualization essentially means your energy best manifests itself to you as a physical part of you. Personally, I feel this makes it easier to work with Latent and Reserved Energy, but harder to work with Neighboring.

Second Plane Visualization (SPV)

If attempting to visualize your energy brings up empty space with your energy in some form or shape in it, congrats, this is you. This type of visualization makes it significantly easier to work with energy that isn’t yours but more difficult to work with your own as well. Your energy seems to best manifest itself as a construct in your mind, essentially on a different plane than your physical body. To use it, you have to get around your own barrier between it and physicality whereas outside energies that are already on your plane don’t need any extra work for you to work with them.

When you visualize your energy, you’re essentially introducing yourself and greeting it. In the same way you most likely wouldn’t hand a stranger a thousand dollars, your energy isn’t likely to do much for you if you don’t at least know it.

Moving Your Energy

Think of your energy as a muscle, if you never use it, it becomes that much more difficult to begin using and to strengthen it.  Please don’t expect to hop in, visualize your energy once, and suddenly have it do everything you want it to.

First try visualizing your energy with your eyes closed. Spend some time with it, don’t demand anything of it. Is your energy naturally calm? Does it spin lazily as you sit with it? Is your energy a spitfire, constantly flinging out strands of itself and wrapping around everything it can without leaving it’s basic shape? Who is your energy? What kind of personality do you get from it?

Try to learn and love your energy every time you visualize it. When you’ve got the image of your energy firmly in your head, preferably to the point where you can almost feel  it wherever it’s best visualized, try moving it. Try to get a strand of it to detach from the bulk of your energy and pull it towards you. If that’s difficult, simply work on moving the bulk of your energy towards and away from you (SPV) or around your body (FPV). This should honestly take awhile. Remember that you’re not simply trying to visualize it, but feel it. As it moves, you should feel it. Once you’ve got a mastery of that, try opening your eyes and doing it over again.

When you can move your energy in bulk or pieces with a bit more ease, I recommend pushing it to the surface. The easiest place to feel Latent Energy is between your palms. If trying to move your energy with in yourself simply won’t work for you, try this instead, then move back to that later. To push your energy to your hands for FPV, imagine it wherever it tends to manifest itself. Push it, either in whole or (preferably) in part, down or up your body and into your palms. If you need your eyes closed to direct it, by all means, close them; however, once you’ve got it comfortably in your palms, open your eyes and try to get used to keeping a hold on your energy with your eyes open. Allow it to do as it pleases within the space between your palms. Start out with maybe half a foot between your hands and slowly increase the distance as you grow more confident.

For SPV, visualize your energy and bring it towards you. Bring out either two bits of it, still connected to the whole, or the bulk of it towards yourself until it feels like you’ve stepped inside of it or as though it’s encompassed you. Carefully, without losing that feeling, visualize it (either with your eyes opened or closed depending on what works better for you) sparking its way down your arms and into your hands. If that’s too far to visualize, simply imagine it condensing between or in your palms for the get-go. Because your own image is less involved in your own energy, expect to have a harder time keeping it where you want it to be.

Energy, like most objects, rejects movement without force. When you move it at first, it may feel like it snaps back to where it started no matter what you do. Keep practicing and remember that it hasn’t really moved in years, so it’ll take some work to get it to move now.

Energy Exercises

We’re finally at the end of what I can share for the time being. I only have a couple of practices that I’ve been using lately, only one of which I’ll add here, specifically for Reserved Energy because that’s what I’m practicing working with currently. I will update this as time goes on but I do want to be sure before I give put any exercises. For example, one of them uses hunger as a basis and I don’t know how I feel about giving a purpose to staying hungry, so I’ll wait to add that if at all.

Exercise 1

Find a cold room or area, cold enough to give you goosebumps but not enough to shiver. Furthermore, if it’s outdoors, make sure there’s little to no wind. Wear short or no sleeves. Allow the cold to seep into your skin. Visualize your reserved energy; this may be a thin layer above or below your skin.

If it appears above your skin, give it intent, push it to separate you from the cold. In practice, this literally felt like a wash of lukewarm warmth sliding down from my head. The cold felt like someone holding an ice cube near my skin, but didn’t actually make me cold.

If it appears below your skin, incite it to heat itself. The cold should sink into your skin and meet that barrier of energy and fizzle out. I can’t tell you how it feels in practice because my Reserved Energy appears above the skin. If you try this out and are okay to share, I’d love to know how it differs.


I’ll either update or make new posts on this as I learn. I love energy based craft and I’ve got a lot more things I’m practicing that I’m not confident enough in quite yet to share…but soon. Here’s a mini-list of what you can expect in the future:

Moving Energy Into Objects

Visualizing Neighboring Energy

Using Neighboring Energy

Taking Energy from an Object

NOTE: All of the names I’ve given energy, energy types, etc were made by me simply to make it easier to refer to and talk about. If you call any of the feelings or activities something else, by all means, continue doing so. This is just what makes it easiest to understand for me.

Foreign Objects

Requested- Can I also get a jungkook drabble please? 30, 68, 97 ^.^

Originally posted by baekyeolkaisoogirl

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut. Sub! Reader, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Handcuffs, Daddy Kink, Power Bottom & Slight Use of a Vibrator :))))))

Word Count: 1380

“I’ll forgive you if you kiss me.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

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cattraxneedsfood  asked:

Okay so it's pretty obvious brachycephalic dogs have a lot of problems because of their smooshed faces, but is there an equivalent of that in cats? like in scottish folds and persians? like do their smooshed faces cause problems too?

You can get a persian with a ‘traditional’ face, but the ‘smooth’ faced persians had become increasingly popular, to the extent where a persian cat with a traditional face may be mistaken for a plain old domestic long hair.


This is a diagram from a cat fancier’s association. Below are the real things.

(Both from skulls unlimited, Image 1 and Image 2)

The facial structure of brachycephalic cats, like dogs, is associated with breathing difficulties, eyeball exposure and dental disease. The skin folds often present around persian noses also are prone to infection.

The main difference between brachycephalic dogs and cats, and the reason cats get less attention, is because cats are masters at sitting around and doing nothing. A cat with respiratory difficulties is very good as not overexerting itself, whereas your typical brachycephalic dog will still try its hardest to do everything a normal dog would do, including running itself into heat stroke.

This makes brachycephalic cats easier to overlook, but it doesn’t mean their welfare issue doesn’t exist.

Also, brachycephalic dogs have had a huge surge in popularity over the last 5-10 years, while brachycphalic cats are less popular, so the dogs are getting more media attention at the moment.

The Way You Said “I Love You”

Prompt: A whisper in the ear

Pair: Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader

Warnings: slightly NSFW (oops, nothing graphic though!)

Word Count: 671 (it’s short but oh well) 

A/N: This sucks, I am sorry, but enjoy!

You weren’t one to show feelings towards another.  Yet, here you were, stumbling into your apartment in the busy city of New York, lips locked with his as the two of you gasped for breath.  You felt his body push against yours as he led you to the made bed in the center of the room before pinning you down against the mattress.

You were surprised at how much three weeks would make you crave him.  

You sighed as his lips trailed from the edges of your swollen lips to the nape of your neck.  His movements made you arch your back up against his chest, your moans being the only coherent sound echoing throughout the room.  You entangled your fingers into his hair before asking, “How was your trip?”  

“You know, the usual,” he said between kisses, “getting shot at, then saving the day.”

You laughed slightly before placing your hand on his cheek prompting him to look up at you, “My hero,” you whispered while staring into his dull and sleep deprived eyes.  

“So what did you do while I was gone?” he asked as he resumed placing light kisses on your neck.  

“You know, the usual,” you repeated.

“Which is?”

You felt his fingers slip under the fabric of your shirt signaling you to remove the piece of clothing.  “Stopped a robbery,” you said against his lips.

You began to unbutton his shirt you had given him for your one year anniversary careful not to ruin the stitches.  In one fluid motion, he slipped off his shirt revealing his toned chest.  

“While getting shot at, then saving the day,” you finished.  

You felt him smile against your lips before he muttered, “That’s my girl.”

You lightly traced his scars which decorated his torso, the ones you had helped clean up and patch due to his clumsiness.  You entangled your fingers in his hair once more gazing into his eyes.  You felt his arms wrap around your torso, the two of you resting in a comfortable silence.  

“How’s Steve?” you asked.  

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together.  “You know, I’d rather not talk about my best friend while we are in bed,” he paused, “half naked.”  

You giggled slightly before replying, “You’ve got a point.”

A silence lingered over the two of you once more as the both of you continued to converse about the business you both attended to for the past three weeks while exchanging sloppy kisses.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he lightly outlined your figure with the pads of his rough and calloused fingers.

You shivered under his touch as he continued to place light kisses down the valley of your breasts and down your stomach.  Your mouth gaped open as the night continued, the room being filled with steamy breaths and loud moans.  

You never thought you would feel this way especially with another individual.  The warmth in your chest every time he whispers sweet little nothings in your ear or the heat which imprinted itself on your cheeks every time he complimented you were things you were unfamiliar with.  

As the sun began to show itself through the window, you woke.  The two of your bodies tangled with each other, the bed sheets splayed messily over the two of you.  You looked over your shoulder and noticed that Bucky was still asleep.  You smiled and slowly moved your body closer to his wrapping your arms around his torso.  You looked down at his sleeping body silently analyzing his features, the way his hair lay neatly across his face and pillow, the way his mouth laid slightly open, the way his chest rose up and down slowly in a soothing rhythm.  

The three words you have wanted to say to him tugged at your heart, you were afraid even though you had no reason to.  You looked at him once more just to be sure that he was asleep before you leaned up to his ear and whispered, “I love you.”  

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happy birthday @capstevierogers! 🎁🎉 enjoy some jimon molly and have a great day

the humid heat was the first thing jace noticed when he woke. he could feel it pressing against his face in the darkness, sweat slicked sheets tangled around his body and the far off sound of water echoed back through his foggy senses. it was late still, pitch black around him and he wasn’t sure why he had woken for a moment or two stirring and shifting his limbs against the mattress below him until it slowly hit him. it was the heat itself that woke him, the heat that was filling this tiny boathouse that smelled of salt and simon. it was the heat and the fact that cold limbs were no longer wrapped around his body.

it was so dark still, but jace could just make out the shapes of simon’s lamps and his equipment as he slipped off of the pallet bed and headed towards the vague strip of light spilling through the car in the door. he distantly thought of searching for his stele, but it would take too long and his mind was focused on one thing and one thing alone. he could hear the waves licking against the dock, the distant sound of barges on the water and there was something pulling him to the door. he paused as he pushed it open, staring out at the water and breathing in some of the cooler night air.

everything was quiet, the sky showing no hint of sunrise and the pitch black water was shifting, tiny waves catching the sparkling lights of the city skyline. it was moving like a mass of black ink with tiny light peaks and it was beautiful. but jace’s hazy eyes slid from the water to the dock, locked on the shape of a man sitting against the wooden slats, his hands lost in his lap. simon looked small there, despite the fact that he was anything but small. he looked like the young man he had been before the shadow world swallowed him whole. jace leaned against the door for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, his gaze resting on the tense tightness of simon’s back and again, yet again, the center of his chest ached.

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Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part C)

A/N: Part 2C = more sugar, more honey, and more fluff. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B)

Chris woke up to the sound of you throwing up in the bathroom. All that alcohol you consumed last night was finally making its way out of your system in the most awful way possible. He grabbed a box of tissues from his bedside table and walked to where you were, kneeling down next to you to grab a handful of your hair. He plopped the tissue box beside the toilet bowl then gently grabbed another handful of your hair with his other hand, holding it back as you continued to throw up.

“Get it all out, sweetheart,” Chris transferred all your hair into one hand, using the other to gently rub your back. “Let me guess,” he said before you could, “‘I’m never drinking again’?” You managed a light laugh and nodded before throwing up another load of fluids. “Yeah, okay. How about you finish throwing up so I can get some food and water into you?”

“I think I’m okay now,” you drew back from the toilet bowl and sat on the tiled floor, leaning against the bathtub when Chris released your hair and got to his feet. He wet a face towel for you while you leaned forward and pulled a few tissues from the box, wiping your mouth and tossing the scrunched up balls of tissues into the toilet bowl. “Why did you let me drink so much?” You quizzed as Chris wrung the warm face towel in his hand.

“It was your college graduation and you really only get one of those,” he shrugged then turned to you, descending to his knees in front of you. “And,” he gently wiped your face, “I did try to stop you. You called me a ‘party pooper’ and I got offended, so I let you do you.” You laughed then winced at the volume of your own laughter. “You’re okay, you’re young so you’ll recover faster. When I was twenty-two-”

“Ah yes, when was that again? Like a million years ago,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes with a bit back smile. “And I’m not twenty-two yet, thank you very much.” Another eye roll as he continued to dab your face. “I turn twenty-two soon, in two months actually. We’ve got your thirty-eighth, Ava’s twenty-first, and Seb’s thirty-seventh first. Then it’ll be my twenty-second, I’m the last out of the four musketeers.”

“As I was saying, you’ll recover fast. I mean-” he tried not to laugh as he teased you, “if you can talk as much as you just did, your hangover isn’t really that bad.” You giggled and slapped his arm, making him bellow with laughter and you grimace with a headache. “Shit, sorry.” He covered his mouth, shifting his loud laughter to a soft snicker. “C'mon, get up,” he got to his feet and helped you to yours. He put the lid down over the toilet bowl and flushed, instructing you to “go remove your makeup and have a shower. You’ll feel much better after, I promise. I’m going to go get breakfast ready while you do that.”

“Okay,” you yawned.

“Okay,” Chris chuckled, patting your butt before leaving you to it.

You closed the door behind him and stripped, stepping into the shower. You turned the water on and let it heat itself up, shuddering when the cold water splashed on your skin. Eventually, when the water warmed, you stepped under it and allowed the water to run down your body. Your memory was foggy, but you were pretty sure Chris woke you up in the middle of the night to tell you he loved you. You didn’t have a clue why, but you found yourself smiling anyway. That man was a romantic, that was for sure. The way he took care of you, so gentle and so caring- you couldn’t have asked for more in a lifelong partner.

When you finished your shower, you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body. You ran your hand over the fog on the mirror to give yourself a small space to see yourself. You cleansed your face, removing all the makeup you had on from the day before. You then admired your bare face, smiling. Before Chris, you didn’t feel beautiful without makeup. You knew you were pretty, but- you didn’t feel pretty most of the time. You saw yourself as average, basic- the kind you didn’t think people would look twice at unless you really dolled yourself up. But Chris? He didn’t make you feel like that, he made you feel as though you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. That- now that was a feeling you’d never, ever get sick of.

“No barking, Dodger,” Chris instructed Dodger, who barked excitedly when he saw you walk into the kitchen. “Our poor girl’s got a bit of a hangover,” he pouted adorably at you and you snickered, reaching over to scratch Dodger’s head. “I got the cure right here,” he pointed the spatula over his shoulder, “pancakes and bacon, baby.”

“I looove pancakes and bacon,” you stated, letting an excited growl build in the back of your throat; Chris laughed. He turned back to the stove as you walked over, hugging him from behind. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.” You kissed his shoulder blade. “You’re the best.” You rested your cheek against his back, smiling when he rubbed your arm with one hand.

“I’d beg to differ,” he replied and you pulled away, raising an eyebrow as you moved into his sight. “You’re the best,” he told you and you scrunched your face, facials asking “what did I do?” He chuckled, “the notebook?” He reminded you and you smiled. “I read it all last night, and yes,” he poked you with the spatula, “I cried like the cry baby I am.”

“So you did come and hug me in the middle of the night?” You asked and he nodded. “I thought it happened, but I wasn’t sure. Aw, sweetheart,” you chuckled when he wrapped his arms around you, enfolding you into a tight hug. “I love you,” you hugged him tightly too. “And I meant every word I wrote,” he loosened his grip so you could look up at him, “especially the last paragraph.”

“I know,” he nodded. “And I mean it when I say this, the feeling is mutual. I don’t care what I end up doing, or what I don’t end up doing 'cause- Y/N, nothing I achieve in my lifetime will compare to what I’ve achieved with you. Acting, directing- that is just a job, it’s a job. You, my darling, you are my life now.” You smiled, reaching to caress his face. “I don’t need anything but you. I don’t need an Oscar, or recognition for something other than Captain America-”

“You don’t need it, but you’ll get it anyway 'cause you deserve it.” You cut him off and he smiled, dipping his head to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him again when he broke the kiss. “I seriously, seriously love you.” You asserted and he nodded in acknowledgement, smiling as he booped your nose. “And we are going to get married,” you assured him when he pulled away from you. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” he chuckled as he turned back to the stove. “I didn’t propose to you for nothing, darling.” He said and you pressed your lips together because he wasn’t hearing you. You were trying to talk about, as well as apologize for the long engagement as it was technically your call. He was ready to get married- he’d marry you tomorrow if it were his choice, but it wasn’t; it was yours and you wanted to wait a little longer. “Do you want eggs too?” He quizzed, glancing over at you.

“No, I’m okay,” you answered his question before continuing the previous topic. “And I wasn’t talking about getting married in general.” He turned to you with furrowed brows. “I meant like- 'I’m sorry I’m making you wait so long, we’re going to get married soon’.” His facials softened and he smiled, turning off the stove. “I know I’m being incredibly-”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “I told you I’m okay waiting, that hasn’t changed.” You huffed with pursed lips, guilt pooled in your eyes. You knew he was just saying that because he was so nice about everything when it came to you. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled and cupped your face in his hands. “You do what you need to do, take all the time you need. Marriage or no marriage, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, but I can’t keep pushing it back.”

“You’re just pushing it back, you’re not running out on me.”

“I know, but we said after your Marvel contract ended and I graduated.” You reminded him and he gave you his 'what’s your point?’ face. “And your contract’s ended and I’ve graduated. That was what we agreed on, so- that is what we should proceed with, right?”

“Do you feel like you’re ready to get married now?”

“No,” you mumbled sheepishly. He pursed his lips and used his hands to do a 'see’ gesture. “But that’s not because of you!” You quickly protested, which made him laugh because like he didn’t already know that. “I just- there are some things I want settled before I settle with you.”

“I know, of course I know. Baby, I know you better than you know yourself which is why I want you to settle those things before you settle with me too. That was our original agreement, remember?” You knew he was referring to the letter he wrote you that professed his love; he told you he wanted you to pursue your dreams first. “Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of waiting. I’ve waited thirty-eight years, I can wait a little longer.”

“I don’t want you to wait any longer, Chris.” Your brows furrowed and he sighed. “There is no certainty in this industry, it could take me ten years to find even the slightest success. We can’t afford that,” you shook your head. “I love you, and I want to marry you and give you the life you deserve. I meant what I wrote, you are what’s important to me.” He smiled, taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze. “So give me until the end of the year, if nothing happens for me- we’ll start planning our wedding.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded with a smile, “my career can wait. This-” you gestured between the two of you as you squeezed his hand. “It can’t wait.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Plus-” you giggled as the two of you pulled away from each other, “I’m young, I’ve got lots of time. My man’s a lot older than I am,” you teased and Chris burst into laughter. “I want him to get married and have kids before he turns completely gray.”

“Watch it, kid,” he warned, playfully swatting your ass as he returned to his pan on the stove. You laughed and hopped up on the counter, watching him as he made a plate for you. “Here,” he held out the plate for you then pulled it away as you reached for it. “Uh uh,” he shook his head and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Not without a kiss first.” He pointed to his cheek and you rolled your eyes, leaning forward. “Ah hah,” he turned his head at the last minute, catching your lips instead.

“You’re a dork.” You laughed softly against his lips as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowered the plate on the table to place his hands on your waist. He moved in-between your thighs, letting his smile grow wider as the two of you continued to make out on the kitchen bench top. “You know I’ve still got a hangover, right?” You quizzed when his hands got a little suggestive.

“Mm hm,” he pressed his lips against your neck and hummed. “Which means you’re in need of a little Vitamin C,” he pulled back and winked with a smug smirk. His smirk turned into a eye-reaching smile when you threw your head back, laughing. He swept you off the bench and into his arms, bridal style, causing you to yelp in surprise. “We can have breakfast after, you’re more of a breakfast for lunch girl anyway.”

“If you say so, Evans,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “After all,” you felt a similar smug smirk surface as he carried you towards the stairs, “who am I to argue with the guy who knows me better than I know myself?”

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Part 3

Cherries And Love Have Four Things In Common

Written for the RFA Valentines Event 2k17

I was assigned @the-sloth-woman, who I can actually tag now! Yay! My prompt was Jumin Han fluff and something spring-themed like visiting a garden. So…have MC and Jumin picking cherries together.

This is Jumin x Reader, 1081 words :) And Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Posting this early because it’s my lady’s birthday today and valentine’s day tomorrow. I’m going to be busy.

The day is hot. Too hot. You adjust your sunglasses and exhale, scouring your locale.

The weather reports are unanimous in calling it a heatwave, even if none of them are able to agree on a temperature. The penthouse, at present, is practically an oven and Jumin’s calls from the office on your lunch break have picked up in frequency.

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foreign objects (M - jungkook)

wc: 1380

contains: sub!reader, overstimulation, orgasm denial, handcuffs, daddy kink, power bottom & vibrator

credit to owner!

“Hm? What was that, baby girl? Stop? Slow down?” Jungkook slows his powerful thrusts at an agonizing pace causing you to cry out. 

“I don’t want you to stop!” You could feel his member throb inside of you and all you wanted was him to speed up, thrust himself in you, do anything at this point.

Jungkook’s hand flew over your mouth while shushing you. A smirk appears on his face while he’s hovering over you. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” 

Jungkook thrust back into you harder keeping his hand over your mouth muffling most of the sounds you were making. “You really don’t know how to stay quiet do you, sweetheart?” 

You try to answer, but, with his hand covering your mouth, you decide to shake your head. 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Jungkook raises his hand from your mouth and slips two fingers in, in which you suck on immediately not answering him. His fingers slide down further causing you to whine and moan.

Jungkook quickly pulls his fingers out of your mouth along with his member and you whimper at the feeling of being empty. Just as you were about to lean up on your elbows he takes your wrists in his hands pinning them by your head.

“What did I say about not answering me?” Jungkook growls all the while teasing your slit with his way too hard cock. You knew better than to be greedy and whine but the feeling in between your legs was too much and you needed him back inside you. You buck your hips up but he just ignores you.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper up at him.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

Jungkook smirks down at you. “I’ll forgive you if you kiss me.” 

Confused at first as to why he wanted a kiss in such a moment like this, but you nod. “Okay.” 

He leans down just stopping when both of your lips were brushing each other’s. 

“Actually.” He breathes out gripping your wrists tighter and pulling you up, flipping you over and before you knew it his arms were wrapped around your lower back tightly, pulling your chest flush against his and slamming up into you. You cried out at the speed he was going and how powerful his thrusts were too, trying to push up Jungkook only slammed harder tightening his grip on you. Your cries turned into moans that you tried to muffle burying your face in his shoulder. 

“Hm, you like this?”

Somehow his already quick thrusts sped up even more causing you to clench around him. You felt your orgasm quickly approach as he thrusted up into your clenching walls, Jungkook knew your body so well he knew the minute you were thinking about cumming. So in complete Jungkook fashion he pulled out completely letting your orgasm dwindle away and the irritation fuel you up. You completely push yourself up glaring down at your stupid boyfriend who thought this whole situation was hilarious.

“You asshole!” You smack his chest and quickly get off of him, you swing your legs to the side now letting them hang off the edge of the bed. You can feel your core ache from all of the overstimulation and orgasm denial Jungkook had already put you through. You begin to push yourself off of the bed standing up when you feel yourself yanked back by your waist and in a mere three seconds your left hand was hand cuffed to the head of the bed, too stunned by his quick action you didn’t fight him off when he took your wrist in his hand quickly hand cuffing it as well. “Jung-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” He quickly interrupted bringing up a finger and shaking side to side. 

You huff out a sigh feeling the heat present itself back in your cheeks while you spoke. “Daddy.”

“Yes, baby girl?” He smiles at you while turning to open his bedside drawer soon rummaging to get something. You throw your head back and roll your eyes at his mischievous behavior and let out a quiet groan. 

“It hurts…” You whimper staring up at the ceiling. Jungkook nods quickly picking up what he needed and looked back at you, your head was thrown back and he already knew that tears were brimming your eyes with how badly you needed to cum. Your legs were clenched shut, feet planted on the bed and he brought both hands on your knees caressing the skin with his thumb momentarily before opening your legs. 

“Now, do you remember the number one rule?” He asks getting the device in his hands ready. 

You nod still looking at the ceiling. “Only cum when you say so.”

“Good girl.”

You feel his fingers slide up and down your entrance before feeling something much thicker and cooler in temperature hit your clit. With a simple click of the button on the device the object vibrates and you jolt from the foreign object and feeling. Not used to the feeling your legs instantly began closing catching Jungkook’s hand in the process but he just continued to press the vibrator into you. 

“Open.” Jungkook ordered and you did as you were told, legs shaking as you opened them and Jungkook couldn’t help but notice. “You like this?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you and you only nodded, biting your lip to keep you quiet.

The feeling was new and exciting, it was something you’ve never felt before and-

“Fuck!” You cried out once Jungkook thrusted two fingers in as well. He pushed the vibrator in harder against your clit and already felt you clenching around his fingers. 

“Don’t cum.” He said while curving his fingers, a moan escaping your mouth as you reveled in the feeling.

“Daddy…” You moan out pulling against the handcuffs. You loved being cuffed, but in this situation you didn’t know if you loved it more than you hated it. You wanted so badly to touch him, to touch yourself. “I-I need too…” You whimper out as tears slowly fall out of the corners of your eyes, you screw them shut trying to breath from the overstimulation he was supplying you with. “Please.” You beg.



“I said no.” He says pushing the vibrator even harder against your clit, you let out a loud cry. “What did I say about being quiet?” Jungkook spoke thrusting a third finger in.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep quiet. The pleasure filling you up and you were just praying that he would let you cum soon because you knew you couldn’t hold back much longer. 

“Wh-Where di-did you even get the vi-vi!-” You yell out when Jungkook removes the vibrator and replacing it for your fingers shoving half of it inside you. “Oh please let me come Daddy, it hurts so bad.” The pain to pleasure ratio was getting too much and Jungkook knew it.

“Come for me, baby.” He breathed out pushing the vibrator in deeper and clicking the button again causing the vibrations to intensify. You let out a cry letting yourself unravel around the toy that you had no idea where he could have even gotten it from.

You hung down against the mattress and pillows, hands still in the cuffs keeping your arms up limply. You began to catch your breath but your body was completely shot and weak from the orgasm. You felt your eyes grow heavy and Jungkook seeing that quickly unclasped your wrists from the hand cuffs releasing you. Just as you were molding your naked body to the mattress Jungkook slid his arm underneath your back and pulled you back up in a sitting position. A smile spread across his face seeing you so fucked out just from a little vibrator. “Tired already, baby?” Even with exhaustion wanting to so desperately consume you, you shook your head blinking several times to disperse the sleep away from you. Jungkook whole heartedly laughed at your response. “Well that’s good.” Jungkook shifts so you’re now sitting on the edge of the bed with him behind you. “Luckily for you I’m letting you rest…sort of.” He chuckles kissing the crook of your neck before speaking again.

“On your knees.”

Magickal Properties of Dragon Type

Originally posted by axew

Rage, aggression, latent and actualized power, ferocity, mystery, heat, weather, unity of sky and sea and land, what is ancient and beyond, myth and legend, status, resolve, lack of restraint, secretiveness, survival, protection and guarding.

In general, Dragon Pokémon are known for their strength and ferocity, and usually being aggressive and territorial. Mega Salamance: “Mega Evolution fuels its brutality, and it may even turn on the Trainer who raised it. It’s been dubbed “the blood-soaked crescent."” Garchomp: “Its vaunted wings become scythes, sending it mad with rage.“ The move Dragon Rage is named for this intense rage that Dragon types share. This rage or power often expresses itself as a lack of restraint, as the power may be too overwhelming and even harm the user. Gible: “It attacks using its huge mouth. While its attacks are powerful, it hurts itself out of clumsiness, too.“

Even the ones known for being gentle always have a rage deep within them that can manifest when they are angered. Dragonite’s Pokédex entry states: “Incur the wrath of this normally calm Pokémon at your peril, because it will smash everything to smithereens before it’s satisfied.” Goodra’s dex entry: “It gets picked on because it’s meek. But then, whoever teased it gets to feel the full force of its horns and a good swatting from its thick tail.” Drampa: “It has a compassionate personality, but if it is angered, it completely destroys its surroundings with its intense breath.”

Dragon types have a lot of fire/heat-based moves, controlling flames and special kind of heat that sets itself apart from Fire types. The are also tied heavily to controlling the weather (the masters of the atmosphere are Reshiram and Zekrom, Dragonair can control weather according to legends). They also seem to control the Earth, as many are terrestrial cave dwellers who are skilled diggers (and Zygarde is guardian of our Earth and is a Ground type), and many are masters of the sky who are capable of flight (Rayquaza is the denizen of the skies.) Many are also known to even be masters of the sea (Dragonite has a particular affinity for it in addition to being a master of flight, and its line is linked to water even though they aren’t Water types. Latios/Latias are heavily linked to water despite not being Water types.) No place is off limits for these powerful creatures to dominate!

A common thing across Pokémon generations are “pseudo-legendaries,” or an evolution family of three Dragon type Pokémon that come near the end of that region’s Pokédex and are considered to be very powerful. The fact that Dragon type has been chosen for these powerful “pseudo-legendaries” says a lot about how we’re supposed to feel about the power and status of this type.

But when talking about genuine legendary/mythical Pokémon, a large percentage of them have the Dragon typing. Legendary Pokémon are Pokémon that are 1.) more powerful than normal Pokémon and 2.) more mysterious than normal Pokémon. Having Dragon type across many of these Pokémon is no mistake. If you want any more proof to just how essential and incredible these Pokémon are, Dialga and Palkia and Giratina, masters of time, space, and antimatter, are Dragon types. That’s pretty intense.

A lineage of Dragon type experts, the Draconid people preserve the lore and legends of ancient times, and await the return of Rayquaza to save the world. The appreciation and veneration of Dragon types as mysterious legends dates back to ancient times. Not a lot is known about the Draconid people as of now, but their inherent mystery only proves my point.

Dragon types draw on an ancient and mysterious power that is often latent and buried deep within and must be tapped into or activated in some way to truly show itself. Shelgon’s dex entry (“The cells within its shell transform with explosive speed“) shows the powerful nature of latent Dragon energy. But I find this most interesting in circumstances where Pokémon that are not normally Dragon type get this type. Take Alolan Exeggutor for example: “As it grew taller and taller, it outgrew its reliance on psychic powers, while within it awakened the power of the sleeping dragon.” This dex entry seems to imply the power of the Dragon type was there all along even in a typical Exeggutor, it just needed the ideal conditions to awaken it. Dragon type is the most common type to gain as a new type during Mega Evolution. The connection between latent power being made manifest expressing itself as Dragon type is clear.

In Gen 1 there was only one evolution family of Dragon Pokémon, Dratini’s line, and they had hardly any weaknesses (just Ice and other Dragon types before Fairy types) and they were very rare to obtain. All their Pokédex entries claimed that they were thought to be the stuff of legends, and how powerful and mysterious they were. Dratini’s dex entries say “It is called the "Mirage Pokémon” because so few have seen it,“ and “It is rare and was long considered to exist only in myth.” In Gen 1 we were supposed to view this type as unique and extremely powerful, and not well understood or known within the game’s lore. There is a mythical quality to the Dragon type, and even as more and more Dragon type Pokémon have been released this type has still maintained that aura.

And finally, despite their power being so overwhelming that it might seem daunting to control, we have seen a gentle side to Dragon types as well as a protective one. Latios and Latias are the guardians of Alto Mare, protecting their home. Rayquaza protects our Earth from Kyogre and Groudon fighting and threats of meteors, Dragonite searches for and saves drowning people from shipwrecks, Drampa is fiercely protective of children it loves.

GOT7 Reaction: When their S/O doesn’t want to cuddle after a small fight

@lee-sixx i love you so much for helping me like WOW i can’t thank you enough you rock

Mark :

Originally posted by markjin

This silent but sensitive child would be kinda hurt you didn’t want his apology cuddles, but accepted it and silently sat on the other end of the couch. He was kinda brewing in his own little world, thinking of ways to get you to allow him back into your cuddle sessions, when he felt a sudden heat lay itself on his chest, jolting him to see you cuddling up to him with an apologetic look in your eyes. He accepted it immediately. “Don’t worry, it’s in the past love, just cuddle me.”

JB :

Originally posted by jehbum

As much as he hated to leave you be, he decided to give you your space so that he wouldn’t be pressing on you, so he left you alone on the couch and silently went to bed, followed by Nora. He had gone into a light sleep without your presence, until you realized that playing hard to get was getting you nothing, and you crawled into bed with him, his arms gladly opening for you. “Mm?..Sure, (y/n) come on, I have plenty of room.”

Jackson :

Originally posted by got7ish

This poor baby is way too extra and cuddly to be denied affection. When you claimed that there would be no cuddles since the small fight over who would pick the drama to watch tonight, Jackson had turned into a soft and whiney child, begging for his apologies to be accepted and to be allowed to cuddle your warm body again. “But (y/nnnnn)…You picked last timeee…Can’t we just cuddle and agree on something??”

Jinyoung :

Originally posted by pepi-junior

This sass child would play a whole different game if you tried to kick him out of cuddle time. He’d playfully claim that he was going to go to the dorms and cuddle with Jackson since you wouldn’t let him, causing you to dramatically sigh and hold your arms out for him, prompting a smug smile and immediate cuddles. “Ahh, but should I really? I mean, Jackson would be so much cuddlier..But you’re softer, so I guess you’ll do.” *cue eye rolling and dramatic sighs*

Youngjae :

Originally posted by jiminthebun

He was honestly so confused about why he wasn’t being allowed to cuddle you while you checked your laptop, he didn’t think he was in the way if he was simply behind you- Oh. Yeah, the fight he had forgotten about..He’d apologize and give you slight puppy eyes as he sat at the other end of the couch, only 15% of his attention on the tv. When you eventually let him come behind you and press your back into his chest, he’d be smiling as he peppered kisses on your neck. “I love youuuu..”

BamBam :

Originally posted by chattyang

Mr. ‘I really need your cuddles but I’m going to act like I don’t.’ He’s going to be sassy, pretending he doesn’t need your cuddles when he has your pillow, and when that statement didn’t work, he’d come up behind you on the couch, wrapped his arms around your waist, and tried to kiss his way out of it. “(Y/nnnn)…Please?..I know you want these cuddles as much as I do!..”

Yugyeom :

Originally posted by yugyeom

He would whine and sit down where your feet were on the bed, simply staring up at you with puppy eyes as you read a book. He’d whine your name and a mixture of pet names to be allowed back into the cuddling, until it finally broke your stance and you would sigh and he’d laugh with joy, bouncing beside you and cuddling your body against his, as you rolled your eyes and cuddled back.



Once a ‘mere’ wendigo, December’s hunger reached new heights as people from other lands came into its territory, carrying with them a belief in higher powers. December devoured these invaders and, using their connection to their gods, ripped open a hole into their divine home and devoured them as well. Gorging itself on entire pantheons, it became a god in its own right, its endless appetite turning from a hunger for the warmth of life into a craving for warmth itself; Heat is the very lifeblood of the cosmos, and now it was all the beast wanted.

Its hunger eventually saw it swallowing every star in the sky as it drank up every bit of heat it could, plunging the once vibrant realm into a cold sleep. Fueled by a belly filled with stars and gods, it broke from the confines of its plane and now swims through the infinite realms, sinking its teeth and claws into new, warm, fresh realities.

It cannot simply break through the barriers that surrounds them, though. It must wait for someone to open the door for it, to let it in. Such is the price it pays for its own twisted divinity. It takes many guises, some of which are shown here, as pieces of its power find weaknesses in the border, each of them fooling mortals into widening the entrance just a little bit more until December can pull the entirety of its massive bulk inside.

(art by @blinkpen!)

Seraph Artist Headcannons

The seraphim are amazing artists, because living hundreds of years in nothing but quiet contemplation probably doesn’t work for everybody.  And each element itself lends itself to certain skills:


- Water seraphim are particularly talented with dyes; any cloth they make is beautiful and vibrant.  This leads into an interest in clothing itself.  Mikleo has made every stitch of clothing he wears, and probably most of Sorey’s too.

- Painting, with water-based paints of course, also comes very easily to them.

- Another water seraph specialty is making perfumes.  Sometimes, he feels like he’s being frivolous, but Mikleo likes playing with all of the different scents he can capture into liquid.  It’s just an added bonus that Sorey loves nuzzling into the nape of his neck to smell all of his new creations.


- Earth seraphim specialize mostly in jewelry and artistic metalwork – any kind of material which has been mined is theirs to control.  Edna tries to scoff at the idea that she would do anything so delicate as making jewelry in her spare time, but she does begrudgingly fix one of Sorey’s earrings when it got knocked off in a fight and crushed.  He makes a point of not mentioning her smile as she works.

- Drawing and painting are earth talents as well – charcoal, lead and the pigments in paint make it easy to manipulate.

- They also tend to be dab hands at gardening too.  Another talent Edna will deny, but she’s secretly sad that Eizen’s domain on Rayfalke was too tainted for anything to grow there.


- Wind seraphim are excellent musicians, especially when it comes to singing, but most can pick up any instrument and play beautifully with no training.  It’s said that every wind seraph has an amazing voice; the trick of course, is getting to hear it.  Dezel is mostly too grumpy and too convinced anything he makes only brings destruction to indulge in music much.  But, if he happens to be watching over Rose when she’s recovering from injuries in a battle, and no one else is around, he just might sing a lullaby under his breath. Zaveid is easier, because he is more than happy to teach the crew all of the raunchy ballads he knows.  But sometimes, on clear nights when the moon is full, they can hear something soft and lilting and full of sorrow.

- They also tend to be great with animals, and as a consequence, good at animal husbandry.

- Dance is another wind talent.  While you might catch Dezel and Zaveid singing, you will never catch them dancing. Although Zaveid might tell you that battle is a sort of dance in and of itself.


- Fire seraphim are renowned for their talents at metalwork, although for different reasons than earth seraphim.  Being able to have precise control over temperature is essential in forging.  Any blade or other weapon forged by a fire seraph will be peerless.  Lailah has forged more than a few swords for her Shepherds over the centuries.  Since Sorey already has one, she helps him maintain it, and keep the perfect edge.  She also made most of her own jewelry.

- Other areas of skill include etching and metal casting.

- One fire seraph talent which Lailah wishes she had more time to indulge in is glass blowing, but it’s just not practical for their journey.  Once again, the precise heat control lends itself to perfectly shaped, strong pieces of glass.  It tends to go even better when a fire seraph and an earth seraph work together to control the molten sands and pigments.

And then, of course, are the collaborations.  

- Fire, earth, and water seraphim working together in potter’s studios

- Fire, lightning, and earth seraphim making fireworks

- Wind, water, and void seraphim combining their artes to make the most fantastic illusions and theater performances

- Earth seraphim lending their growing skills and water seraphim their knowledge of liquids and fermentation to make the most amazing wines and liquors.  Mikleo refuses anything to do with such a craft when Edna makes the suggestion.

And so many more.


- In all of the ages where seraphim and humans coexisted, seraphic art was relatively common, but highly prized, because the seraph could imbue blessing into their work. Imagine clothing blessed for protection, instruments blessed to lull even the fussiest of children to sleep, urns blessed to keep the contents from spoiling or disease.

- In the Age of Chaos, seraphic artwork dwindled in the absence of human interaction, but many seraphim maintained their crafts.

- Elysia experiences a resurgence in art when Sorey comes to live with them, because humans have many more material needs than seraphim do.  And for the arts which do not serve a basic need, it is exciting to have new eyes, ones that see the world so much differently than theirs and grow and change so quickly, to see what they can create.

- And then when Sorey sleeps and people begin to see seraphim again, it’s as if Glenwood goes through a Renaissance, as the seraphim begin to practice and teach their crafts again.  When he wakes, Mikleo is proud to drag him through museums and art galleries and studios where seraphim and humans collaborate, to show him all of the beauty he has brought to the world.


Here’s a photograph of Trent Reznor from Aug 6, 1994 at Molson Park in Barrie, ON. The lineup for this show was stacked but more importantly, included two heavyweights of the time, each with a new album (both released on March 8, 1994) and they both had something to prove. Soundgarden was touring behind Superunknown and co-headliners, Nine Inch Nails was out on their Self Destruct Tour in support of The Downward Spiral. They played just before Soundgarden, opened with Terrible Lie, Sin and March of the Pigs. These opening songs and the rest of their set left a solid statement that NIN meant serious business. Soundgarden stood firm to the challenge and opened their set with Jesus Christ Pose, Spoonman and Let Me Drown. While both bands put on absolutely amazing performances, I’m going to have to say that NIN came out on top. The visual elements that Trent Reznor incorporates into NINs performances is just that much more compelling to watch. The rest of the line-up included Reverend Horton Heat, Pop Will Eat itself, Marilyn Manson, and You Am I. Lastly, and you might want to sit down for this part. Ticket price for this entire lineup: $27.

drunken words are sober thoughts - courferre

rin writes instead of fixing shit in their life - part two of my courferre one shots, also on ao3

@thegoodlesmisurlsaretaken you’re dragging me even deeper into courferre hell, i was already fucked up by this ship and you’re making it worse

It was Grantaire who got him drunk, Bahorel who made him dance on the table, and it was Combeferre who dragged him back to the hotel room. The amis were spending a weekend in Vegas, celebrating surviving another exam season. Enjolras initially protested going to the bar, but everyone else had the argument of why else were they in Vegas?

So that’s how Courfeyrac ended up in a crowded bar, singing Britney Spears on top of his lungs. To be fair, he’d had crazier nights. Thought most nights didn’t end with him slung over Combeferre’s shoulder while waving to everyone else.

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delicate-cherry  asked:

I've been reading books of old, the legends and the myths. Achilles and his gold, Hercules and his gifts. Spiderman's control, and Batman with his fists. And clearly I don't see myself upon that list. But she said, where'd you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts, some superhero, some fairytale bliss. Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss. (I couldn't choose two lines. Just don't do it if don't want to. 😊) + Dramione (duh...!)

HI! Sorry this took me so long. It went through three drafts, and naturally it all clicked for me when I was trying to go to bed last night lol. I hope you like it, and thank you for all of your lovely reviews of The Killing Curse <3 


Ship: Dramione
Song: Something Just Like This; The Chainsmokers & Coldplay
Words: 534
Rating: T

Draco Malfoy jolted awake after a shrill scream rang out around him. His heart hammered loudly in his chest as his eyes opened wide and quickly surveyed his surroundings like only a person who’s lived in constant fear for their life could.

He tried to slow his breathing as he reassured himself of his place in a large bed — a bed he shared with Hermione Granger, who was currently glistening from the moonlight bathing her sweaty skin.

She was beautiful even in the throes of a terrifying nightmare. Draco maneuvered around the bed, avoiding her thrashing limbs and trying to block out the sounds of her horror.

He wasted no time in assuming the safest position for them both before attempting to wake her. Finally, after he’d straddled her hips, slid his knees behind hers, interlocked their ankles and grabbed her wrists, securing them above her head, Draco spoke loud and gentle.


She stirred beneath him, whimpering.

“Hermione wake up.”

“Wha —”

For a minute she froze beneath him, her eyes popping open and bouncing around frantically. Her breathing was erratic, and her body began to shake.

“It’s okay, Hermione. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

“Draco,” her voice came out broken and sad, and tears forged a quick path down her cheeks as she stared up at him. The moon was his backlight, and he looked like an angel come to rescue her.

She melted beneath him, and as her breathing calmed, he gently untangled their bodies and fell to the bed beside her. Once he’d relieved her of his weight, he faced her. With a small smile, she turned so her back was to him, and he wrapped his broad arms around here like a cage, pulling her flush against him.

Hermione felt safe here. His skin against her own was like balm to her quaking nerves, and from the comfort of his arms she was able to shed her nightmare like dry skin.

Her hands reached out and grasped the arm he had draped atop her stomach. She brought it closer to her face, her palm sliding down the column of his bicep and into the inky black depths of his Dark Mark.

She felt his sharp intake of breath against her ear as her fingertips brushed over the marred skin. He still looked at the tattoo as a symbol of his weakness and cowardice. She looked upon it tenderly, with empathy filling her heart until it felt like it could implode from the weight of his pain.

“I wish I was a better man for you,” he confessed under the cover of darkness, when he didn’t have to look into her warm brown eyes filled with love and acceptance.

Hermione only smiled and placed that smile against the mark that once stood for ridding the world of her kind. She kissed his skin, and though his stomach churned, he felt warmth rolling across the hills and valleys of his body, from the mark outward.

It almost felt like magic as the heat wrapped itself around his nerves and calmed them. And it was a kind of magic — love, and it said more than words ever could.

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