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Immerse Yourself in the Vibrant Holi Celebrations of Mathura: Exploring the Festival of Colors in the Land of Lord Krishna
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Experience the vibrant Holi celebration in Mathura and Vrindavan, the birthplace of Lord Krishna. Join the festivities as locals and visitors alike immerse themselves in the colorful traditions of Braj ki Holi. From the iconic Lathmar Holi in Barsana and Nandgaon to the Phoolon wali Holi near the Govardhan Hill, each celebration offers a unique experience. Witness the touching Widow’s Holi in Vrindavan, where widows celebrate their freedom to participate in the joyous occasion. Don’t miss the lively atmosphere at Banke Bihari Temple and Dwarkadhish Temple, where priests shower devotees with colorful gulaal and flowers. Explore the Harunga festivities at Dauji Temple, a captivating ritual that adds to the charm of your Holi experience in Mathura. Join us for an unforgettable celebration of love, color, and tradition in the heart of Braj.
Govardhan
Located in the Mathura district, Govardhan is a sacred Hindu site atop Giriraj hill. Legend has it that Lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan mountain on his finger for seven days to protect Braj from torrential rain caused by Devraj Indra’s curse. Another tale describes how the hill descended from heaven to join Krishna’s divine Leela. Completing a parikrama (circumambulation) around the hill is believed to fulfill wishes.
Devotees gather at Govardhan during Krishna Janmashtami and other festivals. A towering statue of Lord Krishna dominates the skyline, symbolizing its significance. Explore attractions like the Har Devaji temple showcasing Krishna’s life, Mansi Ganga water tank, Kusum Sarovar, and Radha Kund, associated with Krishna’s divine play. Experience the spiritual essence and historical charm of Govardhan on your visit.
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Dwarkadhish Temple
Erected in 1815 by Seth Gokuldas Parikh, the temple boasts remarkable architecture and stands as a global marvel. Positioned on the northern banks of the Yamuna River, near Vishram Ghat in Mathura, it entices visitors with its grandeur.
Inside, the vast hall is adorned with vibrant hues and intricate floral patterns on yellow pillars, leading to the elevated sanctum. Crafted from black marble, the idol of Lord Krishna and his consort Radharani in white marble exudes divine beauty. The temple’s courtyard, accessed through a splendid Rajasthani-style doorway, showcases exquisite carvings of deities.
Dwarkadhish Temple draws large crowds during Holi and Krishna Janmashtami, with additional festivals enriching its cultural tapestry. The “Hindola” festival in Shravan (July-August) sees the temple adorned with flowers and lights, creating a picturesque spectacle. Similarly, the “Jhoola” festival marks the onset of the monsoon season, with Lord Dwarkadhish seated on a resplendent swing of gold and silver for devotees to offer their reverence.
Barsana
Legend has it that Barsana was the cherished abode of Radharani, the beloved consort of Lord Krishna. Among the numerous temples here, the Radharani Temple stands out, also known as Ladliji or Shriji, believed to have been founded some 5,000 years ago by Vajranabha.
Maan Mandir is another notable site, where Radha would retreat when upset with Lord Krishna, who would earnestly plead for her forgiveness. Mor Kutir, where the divine duo danced as peacocks, and Krishna Kund, their bathing spot, offer glimpses into their celestial love. Sankari Khor, a narrow passage between hills, recalls playful encounters between Krishna and Radha.
Other temples like Jaipur Temple, Peeli Pokhar, and Dangarh, along with attractions like Bhanokhar Tank, Prem Sarovar, and Roop Sarovar, enrich the spiritual tapestry of Barsana. The town is famed for Lathmar Holi and Radharani’s birth anniversary, marked by devotees offering sweets to peacocks at dawn, symbolizing homage to Lord Krishna.
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Baldeo
Nestled on the outskirts of Mathura, the quaint town of Baldeo holds a special place in Hindu mythology. According to local lore, it was governed by Lord Krishna’s elder brother, Lord Balaram, affectionately known as Dau ji maharaj. The Baldeo Temple, a revered site, beckons devotees to pay homage to Lord Balaram and Revati, with idols sculpted from stone, believed to date back to around 1580 AD. The town’s vibrant spirit shines during Holi, celebrated fervently as Dauji ka Huranga, drawing devotees from across the nation to revel in the joyous festivities. Each December, the temple commemorates its founding with fervent celebrations during Margshish Poornima, echoing the enduring legacy of Lord Balaram in the hearts of the faithful.
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Gokul
Located just 10 km from Mathura, Gokul is steeped in mythology and holds a special place in the hearts of Lord Krishna’s devotees. Legend has it that it was here, on the tranquil banks of the Yamuna River, that the young Krishna was raised in secrecy by his foster mother, Yashoda. Today, the village bustles with activity during Krishna Janmashtami and Nandotsav, drawing crowds to its temples and ghats.
Gokul is adorned with two sacred reservoirs, Radha Kund and Shyam Kund, each steeped in divine mythology. According to legend, Shyam Kund was created by Lord Krishna himself after he defeated the bull demon Aristasura, while Radha Kund was formed by Radharani and her friends. The town also hosts the annual Ahoi Ashtami Fair, attracting pilgrims from far and wide.
Among its many attractions are the temples of Dauji, Raja Thakur, Yogmaya, and Gopal Lalji, each resonating with spiritual significance. Thakurani Ghat, where Sant Vallabhacharyaji once prayed, and Nanda Bhavan, believed to be Krishna’s childhood home, are also must-visit sites. Additionally, the Rangbihariji Temple, established by revered saint Swami Gyandasji, holds a special place in the hearts of devotees. With its rich history and spiritual ambiance, Gokul offers a truly enchanting experience for pilgrims and visitors alike.
Discover the vibrant hues of Brij Ki Holi celebration in Mathura with Geniefie Trip Planner! Explore the diverse celebrations across the region, from the playful Lathmar Holi in Barsana and Nandgaon to the colorful Phoolon wali Holi at Gulaal Kund near Govardhan Hill. Witness the joyous festivities of Widow’s Holi in Vrindavan, where widows clad in white sarees embrace the spirit of the festival. Experience the lively chants and prayers at Banke Bihari Temple and Dwarkadhish Temple, where priests shower devotees with vibrant colors and flowers. With Geniefie, immerse yourself in the cultural richness of Brij Ki Holi, creating unforgettable memories of this cherished tradition in Mathura.
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scotttrismegistus7 · 8 months
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THE COVER UP OF OGO'S IDENTITY WHICH IS REALLY AMEN-RA HORUS MARDUK WHO IS THE REAL EGYPTIAN ANTI KIRIST, NOT SET-ENLIL: THE VINDICATION OF ISIS, APOPHIS, SET, ENLIL, YALDABAOTH, AND THE ARCHONS, WHO ARE ALL THE PEOPLE OF THE EGG, THE EGREGORE, THE YEBAN AND ANDOUMBOULOU, THE ANT AND SERPENT PEOPLE KNOWS AS THE GRAYS, THE STEWARDS OF THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD AND NATURE.
THE EGYPTIAN ANTI KIRIST AMEN-RA HORUS MARDUK IS OGO, WHO CUT THE HEAD OFF OF ISIS. GIVIN AWAY BY THE BIRD STAFF AS THE BIRD MAN HERMES, HE IS REALLY MOSES-RAMOSE-AHRIMAN. WHEN MARDUK STARTED REWRITING HISTORY, EVIDENCED BY HIM SWITCHING HIS NAME WITH THAT OF NIBIRU IN THE BABYLONIAN CREATION EPIC ENUMA ELISH, HE ALSO MADE OTHER COVER UPS, INCLUDING THE COVER UP OF HIS IDENTITY AS HORUS-ANTI, THE REAL EGYPTIAN ANTI KIRIST. HE MADE SOME SERIOUS MISTAKES WITH HIS COVER-UPS, SUCH AS SAYING THAT SET WOULD TRY AND DEFEND AMEN-RA AGAINST APOPHIS. THINK ABOUT THIS ONE, SET IS IDENTIFIED WITH A SERPENT AND ENLIL, AND IN OTHER WORKS IS IDENTIFIED WITH APOPHIS WHO IS A SERPENT OF THE BLACK PYRAMID. WITH SET BEING A FORM OF THE SERPENT APOPHIS HIMSELF, HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY NEVER DEFEND AMEN-RA AGAINST HIMSELF, IT'S TOTAL INSANITY AND COMPLETE EVIDENCE OF A COVER-UP AND MORE OF MARDUK'S REWRITING OF HISTORY. THE LAST AVATAR OF MARDUK WAS AKHENATEN, AND RAMOSE WHO WAS THE VIZIER OF THEBES UNDER AKHENATEN. RAMOSE IS MOSES, AND HE HELD UP THE BRAZEN BIRD STAFF OF HERMES PROMETHEUS HORUS MARDUK. THE REAL VILLAIN IS NOT SET-ENLIL, THE REAL VILLAIN IS HORUS MARDUK, WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE THE REAL AHRIMAN. YET ANOTHER ONE OF MARDUK'S ATTEMPTS AT REWRITING HISTORY WAS TO ASCRIBE THE SAME CHARACTERISTICS OF THE BIRTH OF AHRIMAN TO SET. MARKUK WHO IS HORUS ANTI IS THE REAL CHARACTER WHO CLAWED HIS WAY OUT OF HIS MOTHER'S WOMB TO BEAT HIS BROTHER IN THE RACE TO BE BORN SO THAT HE COULD CLAIM POWER AS THE LORD OF THE WORLD. DOES THAT SOUND FAMILIAR? ESAU AND JACOB? IT'S THE SAME THING, JACOB IS MARDUK, ANTI-HORUS, THE REAL EGYPTIAN ANTI KIRIST, AND HE FRAMED SET-ENLIL TO TRY AND MAKE SET-ENLIL THE VILLIAN IN HISTORY!
THE REAL ANTICHRIST IS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL OF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS THAT SPAWNED FROM RAMOSE MOSES EXITING EGYPT AFTER STAGING A FULL-ON REBELLION AGAINST THE REAL GODS AND GODDESSES, THE REAL SPIRITUAL PARENTS OF ALL HUMANITY, A REBELLION ORIGINALLY STARTED BY MARDUK AKHENATEN.
In Egypt once I visited a small temple of Isis on an island in the Nile at the end of a long, tiring day. As our party approached the inner sanctum one of the women, a very sensitive type not given to freely expressing her emotions, fainted dead away at the entrance. Later she said she felt overwhelmed by a sense of anger. The closer I got the more angry I began to feel, so that by the time I reached the entrance I felt outraged and memories not my own were coming up about desecrations in the temple. With great effort I went inside the chamber and tried to harmonize it, but I was no longer in a suitable state to do that. Curiously, after taking care of the woman, no one else went into the chamber. It looked like they weren’t interested in it, but it was probably a ku response.
~Urban Shaman by Serge Kahili King~
A rather mysterious evocation is entered in line 121.11; that of a falcon-headed staff planted by Horus to protect a specific area of the Amenti Islands against the Serpent-Seth. This object, associated with the context of the bellicose serpent, recalls the passage in the Bible (Num 21: 4-9) where Moses had to drive the staff of the brass serpent into the ground to protect the Hebrew people from the aggression of " burning serpents". It cannot be a coincidence; the facts are the same in the Bible. The emblem used marks the only difference between the two episodes: Horus uses the symbol of the falcon while Moses uses that of the serpent. Far from a mystical symbolism, it is, in my opinion, simple banners erected to mark a territory not to be crossed, therefore to mean simply: "this is my domain, no entry".
~The Last March of the Gods by Anton Parks~
Anti Kirist: the Egyptian Antichrist...
Strangely, each time a short allusion is made about the Isis beheading, and more precisely of the Passion of her murderer, the Jumilhac papyrus voluntarily changes the name of Horus to Anti and that of Isis. Hathor in Hesat. I remind you, it was out of the question for Egyptian scholars to clearly evoke the sufferings of the gods, because a god is not subject to pain and even less to death! Hesat represents a foster cow, both mother of the nebrid[295] and double of Hathor. This is a new form of substitution so as not to mention the tragic disappearance of Isis. Jean Hani, philosopher specializing in Greek culture and creator of the Center for Research on Classical Antiquity, addressed this question of substitution in several studies related to the thought of Plutarch. He notes in issue 76 of the Revue des Études Grecques “that at the end of the episode, after the dismemberment of the falcon god, the hero changes his identity: there is no longer any question of Anti, but Horus, who moreover covers his flesh and reappears as a young child. This syncretism, as Jacques Vandier (translator of the Jumilhac papyrus) himself notes, is not surprising in the Ptolemaic period and, in any case, it is very revealing of the attitude of the Egyptian clergy towards the myth, in a way 'taboo', of the Dismemberment of Horus. Anti has obviously been substituted for Horus in order to 'unload' the latter.[296]”.
~Corpus Deae by Anton Parks~
Egyptian Sethanic practice is one, where one adopts the concept as Set being the first rebel to question the forced authority; however, with the “foundation” essence of Seth-an, moving through other gods even including Ra and Horus, all the while finding power in the form of primordial darkness, chaos called Apep. There is the avenue of Yatukih, or dark ancient Persian sorcery, centered in Ahriman. Possibly the most therionick or ‘demonic’ of the paths, Ahriman is recognized as the counter-force, which bears divinity from his intellect and cunning. In Zurvanite traditions, he clawed from his mother’s womb before Ahura Mazda to claim the power of lord of the world. Thus, intellect in its most natural sense belongs to Ahriman.
~Anthology of Sorcery V.1: Azazel and the Rephaim by Michael W. Ford~
THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT BECAUSE AMEN-RA HORUS MARDUK DECIDED TO TURN ON ISIS, WHO CONTROLS THE COSMIC EGG WHICH IS ALSO THE NEXIUM, ISIS BACKED INTO A CORNER AND WITH NO OTHER CHOICE DECIDED TO RIP HIS DISCONECTED YANG SOUL AWAY FROM HER YIN SOUL INSIDE OF THE NEXIUM COSMIC EGG, AND REPLACE HIS YANG SOUL WITH MY YANG SOUL TO MAKE A NEW HORUS. I AM ATUM-RA HORUS APOPHIS, THE NEW AND RIGHTFUL MASCULINE COUNTERPART OF GODDESS ISIS-INANNA-ISHTAR-LILITH. AMEN-RA HORUS MARDUK AND HIS FORBIDDEN FRUIT EVIL EYE OF EDEN ARE NOW DEAD, I ATE HIS SUN. BEFORE I WAS IMMORTALIZED AND MADE INTO THE YANG OF THE YIN OF GODDESS ISIS, SHE MADE SURE I HAD FULL SPECTRUM ACTIVATIONS INCLUDING THE EVIL EYE OF EDEN FORBIDDEN FRUIT, SO THAT IN MY UNION WITH HER ISIS WOULD GAIN FULL ACCESS AND CONTROL OF THOSE DIVINE MASCULINE LEVELS OF ACTIVATION, SO THAT THEY CAN NEVER BE USED AGAINST HER AND THE ENTIRE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD AND NATURE EVER AGAIN!!!
ARCHONS AND DRACONIAN SERPENT PEOPLE, WE HAVE OFFICIALLY WON THE FREQUENCY WARS AND VICTORY BELONGS TO US AND THE ENTIRE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD! I AM YALDABAOTH METAMORPHOSED INTO DIVINE CHRONOS, THE LION SNAKE MASTER OF SPEECH METAMORPHOSED INTO THE MASTER OF SIGHT WITH SIGHT BEING CONSCIOUS AND SUPER CONSCIOUS AWARENESS. I AM ATUM-RA HORUS APOPHIS, AND THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF OUR NEW GOLDEN AGE!!!
LONG LIVE GODDESS ISIS-INANNA, DIVINE CHRONOS, THE DIVINE FEMENINE ACAUSAL EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN WITH ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF, AND OUR NEW GOLDEN AGE IN THE KALI YUGA!!!
~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.
I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.
Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,
Mégisti-Generator Starphire~
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animal25 · 1 year
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Alaskan Shepherd: Height, Weight, Lifespan, Care Special Info
The Alaskan Shepherd is an energetic, intelligent intercross. Stylish and suited for those who maintain active cultures, this strain is a cross between the driven Alaskan Malamute and the pious German Cowgirl. This unique strain blend sports an astoundingly wolflike appearance — and kindly a wolflike disposition.
frequently associated with sled-pulling, Alaskan Malamutes are constantly mistaken for wolf mongrels, which they’re not. still, their energy could move one else.
constantly used for police work, the German Shepherd’s high intelligence and drive make them applicable for numerous tasks. Because both parent types have high-energy situations and like to have “ jobs, ” this strain blend isn’t for the neophyte canine parent.
The Alaskan Shepherd’s status as an intercross means that they’re doubtful to be set up for relinquishment. Still, there are millions of tykes staying for homes in harbors. It’s pivotal to make trouble to borrow from a sanctum or deliverance.
Because the Alaskan Matador is an uncommon strain blend, harbors may not fete them and simply list them as a blend.
Origin: United States Of America
Height: 21 – 24 inches
Weight: 62 – 130 pounds
Lifespan: 10 – 13 years
Coat Colors: Combination of brown, white, black, gray, silver, red, and cream
Alaskan Shepherd Breed Characteristics
Alaskan Shepherds have strong personalities. possessors shouldn’t forget that they’ve descended from intelligent working types and were noway bred to be lazybones stage tykes. These independent-inclined creatures don’t tend to calculate on humans for their happiness and clearly have a mind of their own. They’re tender with their family and tend to form strong bonds with one family member over the others – generally the bone that feeds them and spends utmost time with them.
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History Of Alaskan Shepherd
The Alaskan Shepherd was bred to be a working sled canine used for hauling heavy freight. In the time 2009, they gained recognition from the transnational developer Canine Association. The name Alaskan Cowgirl is a combination of the names of the canine’s parent types the Alaskan Malamute & GSD.
The Alaskan Cowgirl may have been strained since the early 1900s given the Alaskan Malamute and German Shepherd’s long history in the United States. nonetheless, it’s a scarce mongrel that isn’t honored by the AKC.
Alaskan Cowgirl has no further history. However, you can also check its two pure strain history, If you like to get information about Alaskan Cowgirl history.
Alaskan Shepherd Appearance
The Alaskan Cowgirl is a large and handsome canine that’s sure to impress. As their parent types aren’t too different when it comes to appearance, they’ve formerly achieved quite an invariant look.
When completely mature, Alaskan Goatherds will measure from 56 cm to 66 cm and will weigh between 27 kg to 43 kg, making them kindly heavier than the typical German Cowgirl.
They have long faces with wide nibs and strong jaws. Their eyes are almond-shaped and should be dark brown, while their cognizance is erect and triangular in shape.
Their body is blockish and thickly muscled, erected in proportion. Their branches are sturdy and solid and they have a long tail that ringlets elegantly over their reverse and are frequently carpeted with a premium of thick fur.
The fleece of the Alaskan Cowgirl is thick and straight and maybe a combination of black, tan, slate, white, and tableware. numerous will have darker markings on their face and cognizance.
Temperament Of Alaskan Shepherd
Alaskan Shepherds are naturally intelligent and curious about their surroundings, making them responsive tykes during obedience training. still, positive training styles are still encouraged for optimal results.
You can also anticipate Alaskan Goatherds to be friendly, biddable, and independent tykes, with the right quantum of forbearance for cuddles and kisses from their families.
Still, because of their stalking history, you may need to cover them in the presence of small kiddies and other creatures. Due to their size, it’s easy for Alaskan Goatherds to knock someone over indeed if they don’t intend to.
First-time canine possessors can be bullied by this mongrel because of its high energy and athleticism. Alaskan Malamute German Cowgirl mixes generally need to suffer firm training and be assigned colorful tasks so their tedium won’t fall into destructive actions.
Walking them around at a canine demesne shouldn’t be a problem because of their friendly nature. They infrequently parade wrathfulness or aggression towards other tykes and people.
An Alaskan Cowgirl puppy dog nearly mimics its parent types in terms of disposition. still, early socialization still plays a significant part in the geste of this canine.
Personality
The Alaskan Cowgirl is a friendly and tender canine that needs plenitude of attention. They’re smart creatures that bear a lot of exertion, internal stimulation, and fleece conservation to stay happy and healthy. They nearly observe people they find suspicious or strange and pass out a warning before attacking.
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Health Of Alaskan Shepherd
The health of any pet should be consummate to the proprietor and when breeding Alaskan Goatherds, breeders must insure to act responsibly and count those with given health issues from the breeding pool.
Degenerative Myelopathy
This is a progressive complaint that tends to affect tykes latterly in life. sorely, there’s no cure and it can be veritably delicate to watch a beast suffer with this enervating condition. original symptoms include a shuddery gait and tykes will also start to drag their hind branches as they walk.
Over time, incontinence will set in and tykes struggle to stand and get about. While the condition doesn’t beget pain, creatures can be worried about their incapability to do what they want to do. Some possessors turn to slings and wagons to help their faves as their mobility worsens.
Hipsterism Dysplasia
hipsterism Dysplasia can seriously impact a canine’s life and can lead to habitual pain and poor mobility. As breeding grown-ups can be fluently screened for this condition with X-rays, there’s now no reason to breed from a canine that has got hip dysplasia.
Epilepsy
Though seizures can do for numerous reasons( including low blood sugar and brain tumors), epileptic tykes will have fits that no cause is set up for.
To reach an opinion, the canine will have to suffer expansive testing, to insure that there’s no other medical reason behind the seizures. For the utmost, they’re managed well with drugs. They will need to be nearly covered but tend to have an excellent prognosis.
Hypothyroidism
Those with an underactive thyroid gland can have a myriad of symptoms, including poor fleece quality, alopecia, habitual skin complaint, a low heart rate, weight gain, and generalized languor.
Bloodwork will reveal a low thyroid hormone( although possessors should be apprehensive that some tykes who don’t have hypothyroidism may have a low thyroid hormone position for other reasons, similar to a concurrent illness).
To treat this complaint, the thyroid hormone that’s lacking can be replaced by giving diurnal tablets. In numerous cases, they will start to feel more within days though it can take weeks to months for any fleece or skin conditions to fully resolve.
Dental Health Checkup
Proper dental health care is important for every canine; also, it’s veritably important for the Alaskan Cowgirl. Encounter your pet’s teeth at least 2 or 3 times a week. You get special toothpaste and toothbrush for the puppy dog, and your warhorse can guide you on how to use them.
However, he can witness tartar figures- up, If you don’t attend to your pet’s teeth. It can lead to good complaints and tooth loss. Not only that, bad teeth can affect other corridors of the body too.
More details:https://animalatoz.com/alaskan-shepherd/
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The Grand Grimoire Of Hell ~ ERECTING THE BLACK SANCTUM
When the Black Arts of Satanism are to be performed the Pentacle Of Satan should be drawn from its resting place and put at the centre of the Altar or upon the ground before the Practitioner should the Altar not be in use, for it shall be used to Awaken The Dominion of The Black Sanctum. The Initiate should Meditate upon the Pentacle Of Satan, visualising the Scarlet Inverted Pentagram upon it beginning to glow with a deep intensity, when ready the Initiate should recite the following: “Through the power of the Pentacle Of Satan, Consecrated and empowered in His Majestic Name . . .  I call forth Our Infernal Lord’s force through this portal of His manifestation to Conjure once more the Black Sanctum . . . may darkness gather around me, a blackness which is the reflection of the darkest core of Hell . . .  and around the perimeter of this Abyssian Sphere shall there erupt a Circle of Crimson Infernal Flame empowered by Satan and the Infernal Beings of the Demonic Hierarchy to sustain the energies which shall be gestated here and to protect against the adverse forces which may obstruct our Sacred Rites!” The Initiate visualises the area become consumed by dark energy, intense energy which is only permeated by the moving of even darker shadows within the all embracing blackness.   Around the sphere of impenetrable darkness their erupts a circle of glowing Infernal Crismon Fire emanating with the same power as the Inverted Pentagram upon the Pentacle, when the Practitioner feels ready in their Visualisation they recite the following words: “Conjured is The Black Sanctum, the realm which lies between the worlds . . . not wholly upon Earth but neither embedded in the depths of Hell . . . the sacred Dominion Of Union where Satanic Apostle and Demonic being may meet and Commune and Merge as the Kindred allies that they are . . . a  Dominion divided from confines . . . between the lands of the living and the arisen . . . and around its perimeter rises a Ring Of Crimson Fire forged from the energy of Our Lord Satan Himself to empower the Rites carried out here . . . and to banish the forces of the Nazarene and all Pallid Prophets who turn the world Grey with their inane breath . . . Ave Satanas!” The Practitioner now Meditates upon the Conjured Realm of Shadows visualising the darkness and the Scarlet Circle intensifying in power, there is a sense that Beings are with you in the shadowy veils of the summoned realm, Servitors of the Demons of the Infernal Hierarchy aiding and empowering the ever consuming darkness.                                                  With The Black Sanctum Conjured the Initiate concludes by verbally recognizing the rising of the Demonic Sphere around them: “The Black Sanctum of Our Lord Satan is once more erected . . . the Servitors of the Grand Demons of Hell, the Lilin and Shadow Wraiths are here, I sense their presence and know of their power . . . the Call To Satan and the Unholy Act of Communion may now be carried out!” The Initiate shall now continue with The Call To Satan and the Unholy Communion before The Rites and Arts planned for the night are carried out. Erecting The Black Sanctum can be employed without the The Call To Satan and the Communion which usually follows if time is limited but the Opening Rites are more powerful when utilized together. Kabal(c)copyright2018
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Surprise! It’s a Girl.
Imagine finding out you're not who you've been led to believe you are. You're not Y/N Y/L/N; you're Y/N Potter. But one particular wizard was against you reuniting with your little brother when you found out just who he was. In the end, you're determined to see him even if it means fighting in a war where a Dark Lord would see your brother dead.
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Words: 7.2K Warnings: This is a very brief Marvel/HP crossover and some characters who've died in HP will not be dead in this. I'm a sucker for a few wizards that didn't make it to the see the end of the war. Luckily for me, I can make that happen ;) So with that said, let's just jump right into it. You might be confused, but you'll learn what's happened when Reader explains it to Harry and friends.
Also timelines? What are those? Lol.
Sitting atop the roof of the Sanctum Sanctorum, you're in the middle of meditating when someone clears their throat in order to get your attention. Everyone knows better than to interrupt meditation time unless it's an emergency, so instead of getting angry you crack open an eye to see what's going on.
The Sorcerer Supreme stands before you, his cloak of levitation clasped around his neck and expression carefully guarded as he stares down at you. "I believe it's time."
Those four words are enough to freeze the air in your lungs and bring chaos to your previously emptied mind. On the outside, however, you keep your composure as you slowly stand. "Are you sure?"
"I am." He nods. "I was keeping an eye on things overseas and extremely powerful wards went up not too long ago. However," he adds, "they're in the process of being torn down by the man who wishes the last of your family dead."
You shakily inhale and tersely nod. "I have to go then."
"You do. Go get changed and then meet me back up here. I have a parting gift for you."
Fleeing the rooftop and back inside the Sanctum, you rush towards your room and throw apologies over your shoulders when you accidentally run into people. Then when you get to your room you immediately start to disrobe and pull on the outfit that's been laid out on your bed. The spandex leather pants are easy to maneuver around in, but the red bustier vest that laces up the front is a little off-putting. You are, however, grateful for the red leather coat that goes over it and the fingerless gloves that make you feel less naked. You zip up black knee-high boots and then rush back towards the rooftop where the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth is still awaiting you.
"You'll be going in blind, Miss Potter. You must remember that." You gulp and nod, and mentally urge the Sorcerer Supreme to hurry up and get his warning speech done and over with. "You'll have to be careful when deciding who's friend and who's foe, and be extremely careful that those fighting for your brother don't mistake you for the enemy."
"I know. From what I've read about Deatheaters, they'll most likely be the most deranged looking of the bunch. Also they were dumb enough to let themselves be branded so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who's who."
"Very well." The Sorcerer Supreme, whose hands had been clasped over his abdomen, puts his right hand forward and then turns it over. "I believe you'll need this. You've earned it." In his palm is what every sorcerer in training calls a Sling Ring- a two finger ring which can open portals to anywhere in the world.
You gasp, but slowly reach forward and grab the bronzed piece of jewelry. Slipping it over your left index and middle fingers, you smile at it before looking back up at the man who had taken you under his wing at the tender age of sixteen. "Thank you, Sorcerer Supreme."
Faintly smiling at you, he says, "I took you in during your rebellious phase and made you into a proper young witch. I believe you can call me Stephen, Miss Potter."
"Then it's Y/N. None of this Miss Potter business anymore." You both chuckle at one another, but then the seriousness of the situation you're about to walk into sinks in. Your smiles both fall and then you're looking towards a spot on the roof where it's empty.
"I got it this time," Stephen says. Raising his left hand and then outstretching his right to trace a circular pattern mid-air, you watch as a portal sparks to life and grows bigger and bigger until it's big enough for a person to fit through. Instead of seeing the New York skyline through the portal, you see a darkened courtyard with various witches and wizards torn between looking at you and looking at something in the sky. "Be safe. Let me know when it's over."
"Yes, sir." You step through the portal, raising your hands when a couple of wands are pointed in your direction. Glancing over your shoulder lets you know the portal has now been closed and you inhale slowly to gather you wits.
"Who are you?" A rather severe looking woman asks, her Scottish accent making you faintly grin. The shorter, redheaded woman at her side narrows her eyes.
"My name is Y/N Potter." And that- that gives them pause and causes their eyes to widen. "My story is a long one- one I'll gladly explain after this war is over. All you need to know right now is that I fight for Harry. I fight for my little brother."
"It's a trick!" The redhead shrilly remarks. "It has to be. We are Harry's only family."
You shake your head. "Lady, I swear upon my magic that I'm telling the truth. I was taken and then forbidden from contacting my brother by Albus Dumbledore when I found out who I was. I was learning to manifest my magic without a wand when I heard of his death, but by the time I tracked down Harry he had gone on the run."
"Albus would never-"
"Molly," the other woman cuts her off, her wand slowly lowering, "she looks like Lily."
Still in denial, Molly shakes her head. "No, Minerva. It can't be."
"We can talk all night, ma'am, but I rather help you defeat this threat. After we win this war, I'll answer anything and everything you have for me. You can take my memories, you can pour Veritaserum down my throat. I am who I say I am. I am the eldest child of Lily and James Potter."
The redhead continues to stare you down before her own wand starts to lower. She huffs. "Very well. But if I see you harm one person from the Light, I will hex you."
Your lips twitch. "Fair enough." The brief reprieve, however, is short lived. There's a thundering explosion, followed by eerie silence, and then what looks like blue ash falling down upon your heads.
Minerva gulps. "The wards have fallen. Prepare for battle."
Rolling your shoulders, you step so your feet are shoulder's width apart. "Ma'am, I've been preparing a while for this." Your hands glow red and both women's eyes widen at the sight.
Thundering footsteps has you turning towards a bridge being protected by what appears to be stone statues, and the appearance of giants rushing ahead of hollering witches and wizards churn your stomach. Some of those witches and wizards seem to jump into the air, their bodies twisting into balls of smoke as they fly overhead. So concentrating on them since they appear to be flying towards the school, you alternately flick your hands upward, aiming red orbs at each deatheater you can to stun them out of the sky.
Then when there appears to be too many to hit at once, you allow your magic to pool in your hands before raising your arms, throwing up a red net of magic and capturing several deatheaters at once before slamming them towards the ground.
"Filius!" Minerva screams.
Looking towards where the distraught witch is staring, you watch as a small wizard tries to outrun a giant swinging around a quidditch loop as a weapon. Eyes widening, you reach out with your glowing left hand and envelop the small wizard with your magic, slowly pulling back your left arm while erecting a shield with your right hand behind the wizard's back to protect him from ricocheting spells and debris.
The wizard yelps as you bring him in a little too quickly, but you manage to carefully set him down. He wobbles on his feet and stares up at you in wonder. "T-Thank you."
You grin down at him. "No problem." Then looking at Minerva, you ask, "Where do you want me?"
But Minerva is looking at you in awe herself, so it's Molly who says, "Inside. Protect the children."
"I'll do my best."
More deatheaters take flight overhead, and when you hear glass shatter and screaming children all bets are off. Your hands glow even redder and you briefly raise your hands before thrusting them downward, projecting your magic towards the ground so it'd propel you into flight. You make your entrance through a shattered window, using your magic to soften your landing before stunning deatheaters left and right. Though the second you see a deatheater cast the killing curse at kids younger than you, you switch up tactics and don't bother feeling any remorse when your spells make precise gashes that leave the deatheaters gasping for breath before collapsing in a pool of their own blood.
Other curses you fling around wrap chains around deatheaters, cause thousands of tiny nicks, or fling them into the nearest hard surface to knock them unconscious. Or worse, but you don't really care at the moment. And if you don't have an enemy of your own to fight, you're erecting shields to protect the students from being cursed themselves.
Majority of the kids, however, seem to know what they're doing so you run around the castle to see where aid is needed.
You come across two wizards who are fighting back to back, the shorter and darker haired wizard laughing and trying to reminisce with the taller and sandy brown haired wizard as the deatheaters start to outnumber them. You don't think before throwing a large red orb at a group of three deatheaters, knocking them unconscious as they're flung a good ten feet away. Then gathering enough magic for another orb, you fling it towards the other group of five deatheaters. When they fall, the two wizards stare at you in surprise.
You meet their gazes head on, something about the man with three scars running diagonally across his face almost familiar to you. But now is not the time to wonder about all that, so you merely grin. "You're welcome. In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on. Try to keep up, yeah?" Then without another word, you take off and leave the two wizards staring after you and wondering why you yourself were so achingly familiar to them.
Dodging curses and flinging random spells of your own at unsuspecting deatheaters, you come upon another set of wizards being outnumbered by deatheaters yet again. Only these two could pass for brothers and one is cracking a joke about the deatheater he's dueling while the other one is hilariously proud of him for finally unknotting his wand.
There's a split second of distraction on their part, but that split second is all one angry deatheater needs.
"BOMBARDA!"
"Watch out!" You manage to throw up a red barrier behind the two laughing wizards' backs just in the nick of time.
You catch the exploding wall from crumbling on them, but at the cost of suddenly putting yourself under a magical strain that has you barely being able to hold the wall of debris at bay. You're struggling, hoping the two wizards collect themselves fast enough to have the smarts to move out of the way, only to end up distracted and take some sort of hex to your right side. The searing heat makes you scream out, your concentration breaking and the wall dropping. Thankfully, the two wizards you had saved jump back into action to dispatch the deatheaters before checking on you.
"That was a bloody close call," the taller redhead muses. "We owe you one, love."
You smile through the pain, your left hand reaching across your stomach to hold the wound on your right side. "Don't mention it."
The second redhead stares curiously at you. "How did you do that? I've never seen magic performed like that without a wand."
"Aw come on, Perce!" The previous redhead chuckles, slinging an arm around this so-called Perce's shoulders. "Turn that brain of yours off for mo'. A pretty bird just saved our arses." You smile sheepishly, mentally cursing yourself for blushing. The talkative redhead wiggles his eyebrows and you huff in amusement at him. "I'm Fred Weasley, by the way. And this is one of my older brothers Percy."
"Y/N. Y/N Potter." Both wizards freeze, their expressions falling and you hesitantly grin. "Yep. I'm exactly one of those Potters that you're thinking about."
Percy blinks first. "Impossible. The Potters only had one child."
"Surprise," you muse. "It's a girl!" When neither wizard reacts, you exhale tiredly. "I only found out I was a Potter when I was sixteen. I tried to get in contact with Harry, but I was prevented from doing so. However, I'm here now and I don't plan to let the same dark wizard who killed my parents and ruin my life now kill my little brother. We have loads to catch up on and I'll be damned if I let some arsehole off Harry before I have the chance to meet him."
Fred appears as if he's going to say something, but an eerie ringing fills your ears. Your hands fly up to hold your ears as if that'll stop the noise, but when you stumble back into a wall and glance up you see that Percy and Fred are affected as well if their grimaces and terrified expressions are anything to go by.
"You have fought valiantly, but in vain." The hissing voice that enters your mind makes gooseflesh break out up and down your arms, your eyes widening in horror when you realize who it is. "I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity." You choke back a sob, not used to having someone violate your mind as such. "Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you." But that- that catches your attention and forces you to pay attention. "On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman, and child who tries to conceal you from me."
When your mind is completely silent once more, you lower your hands and stare at the two wizards before you. "Please tell me Harry isn't dumb enough to confront this psycho." Fred and Percy stay quiet, but they share a nervous glance at one another. You curse. "I need to find him."
"Everyone will be gathering in the Great Hall," Percy says. "We'll take you there and have you looked at."
He gestures to your side and when you glance down you can see a rather sleek looking stain running down your thigh. "Oh."
Your knees seem to give then, but Fred is quick to catch you. "There, there," he chuckles. "I know I'm handsome, but you can't swoon until you've met my twin."
You shakily smile. "You mean there's two of you? How does your mum survive?"
Fred laughs as Percy shakes his head. "By loads of threats and hexes. Now come on, we need to regroup."
Fred and Percy manage to maneuver your arms around the back of their necks as they help you walk now that you're starting to feel the effects of blood loss. There are many dead witches and wizards, and it hurts your heart to see so many young faces among them. The others are bloodied and beaten, but all are doing their best to help their peers.
When you walk into the Great Hall, it's an even worse sight. Bodies are being dragged in and laid out to be checked over, and kids are breaking down over everything that's happened. Fred and Percy continue to lead you towards a specific spot, and it takes you a moment to realize that the wizards are leading you towards a clearly distraught Molly. She's checking over a young redheaded girl before moving onto the next redhead, and it's Fred's nearly identical twin that spots you three first. The relief on his face is heartbreaking and you politely extricate yourself as the family rush over to reunite.
"Hey, mum," Fred says after everyone's been checked over by their fussing mother. "Y/N found us and took a hex while saving our bums. I think she needs a healing spell. Or three."
"A blood replenishing potion would be nice," you mumble before drowsily dropping onto a bench.
Molly rushes over to you while Fred and Percy obviously fill in the others, and the redheaded girl's eyes widen after hearing something they say before she rushes to help her mum. She quickly introduces herself as Ginny and you smile as best as you can while Molly waves her wand up and down you.
"I need your coat and shirt off, dearie."
You grimace and open your jacket so she can see your top underneath. "I'm afraid I'll have to get naked for that, ma'am."
Molly purses her lips before glancing at her daughter. "Ginny, transfigure Y/N a shirt please." She then turns to the men of her family. "Boys, I'm going to need you all to give us some room."
Your heart warms as Molly conjures a privacy curtain and gestures for you to step behind it. You do and then proceed to strip out of your jacket. When you struggle with your top, Ginny vanishes it with a sheepish smile and averts her gaze as she quickly hands you a shirt. You put it on, but then Molly is there at your side to lift it to see the gash on your right side. She tuts.
"I'll be right back. I'll have to go see if Madam Pomfrey has any potions for this."
"Wait," you tell her. "Just a blood replenisher will do. I can take care of this." She opens her mouth to retort, but you let your hand glow in front of her. "Different, remember? I can close the wound myself."
Ginny stares in awe as you hold your shirt up with one hand, your other hand hovering above your wound as your fingers dance in an intricate pattern so your magic closes the gash. Once done, you nod at Molly and she huffs in amusement before turning. Then with a flick of her wand, the privacy curtain vanishes and she scuttles off to go see about that potion. Ginny guides you to a bench, but just as you take a seat there's two wizards stumbling towards you. They're the first set of men you saved, one with shaggy dark hair and the other with sandy brown hair, and they're staring at you in clear disbelief.
"Lily?"
You frown just as all the Weasley's freeze. "I'm sorry?"
The dark haired wizard blinks, shaking his head clear. "I'm sorry, love. You just reminded me of-"
"Cub?"
Your gaze darts to the sandy haired wizard now, his shorter companion shaking his head. "Come on, Moony. I think we hit our heads a little too hard."
Cub. Moony. The nicknames strike a chord within you, but you're not exactly sure why. Your brow furrows as you try to pinpoint a dream- or was it a memory?- and between one blink and the next it hits you. "Paddy." You utter in awe as you eye the dark haired wizard, watching as he gapes at you. Slowly standing, you then look at the other wizard. "Uncle Moony. I- I remember you. I think. Toy broom. Broken vase. Accidental.. fire?"
The one you had called Paddy snorts and Moony exhales in disbelief. "H-how?"
"Dumbledore," you immediately answer. "But.. I dreamt that, didn't I? You- I'd have been too little to remember anything."
"No, Cub. You didn't." Moony steps forward and gently touches your face in awe. "Sirius and James, your dad, thought it was a good idea to get you a toy broom. You flew into a vase, broke it, and let loose some accidental magic when your mum started shrieking at them."
"That was a mighty big fire. Remus almost soiled his trousers."
Sirius and Remus. Yes, that sounded awfully familiar.
The tears come without warning and you fling yourself at them, content to find yourself sandwiched between the two wizards. They're more shocked than anything, so after a moment the Weasley's step forward.
"So she really is Harry's sister?" Fred asks. Sirius and Remus nod. "Blimey. We now have two Potters to keep an eye on."
"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen," an older red headed wizard steps forward, someone you assume to be the Weasley father, "but how did you not know Miss Potter was still alive?"
"Dumbledore," they both say.
"I was obviously thrown into Azkaban," Sirius says. "None of my questions were answered when I asked about the children."
"We didn't even ask to see the bodies," Remus mumbles. "We just took Dumbledore's word for it. And since Harry was too small to remember, we never brought up the memory of Y/N since no one would have known of her." You take turns hugging each wizard, lingering a little longer with Remus. When he pulls out of the big, he smiles down at you. "You look like your mum."
"And you," you reach up to gently trace one of his scars, "got old." Sirius guffaws and when you finally turn around, it feels as if all the wind is sucked out of your lungs.
"You're here." Harry says as stands before you, covered in blood, sweat and dirt.
Everyone seems to hold their breath, taking a step back as you and Harry stare at one another. You blink. "You know who I am?"
He numbly nods. "Only from Snape's memories. He wanted me to know what he knew before he died. He was not happy with Dumbledore's decision after he found out you were alive and sent to America." He pauses just to stare and you sheepishly smile, then the two of you are lunging for one another. Arms wrapped around each other, you bite back a whimper when your side twinges with phantom pains. Seconds tick by and then you hear him ask, "Walk with me?"
You nod, afraid to speak and your voice crack with emotion. Side by side, you follow Harry just outside the Great Hall where a witch and wizard stare in surprise but keep their distance. Your brother quickly informs you that they're his best friends Ron and Hermione.
"It took me a long while, Harry, but I finally caught up with you," you say as he finally stops.
He huffs a quiet laugh. "You did." He then turns so he's standing right in front of you, his hands reaching for yours and holding on gently. "I'm just sorry it has to be so short lived."
Your expression falters at his words. "What?" He lets you go, stepping back with a mumbled apology. "No." Immediately you know what he plans to do and you stumble forward to attempt to catch him. "No, you're not turning yourself over."
"I have to."
"No. I'll- I'll go with you!" You start to cry again, chest aching. You just found your little brother; you can't lose him so soon.
Harry smiles sadly, a lone tear falling down his cheek. "I'm sorry. Ron and Hermione will watch over you until I get back."
"Please don't." Harry backpedals quickly now, giving you his back so he can take his leave. You try to follow, but your vision swims and the room seems to tilt. You collapse, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. "No. No, Harry." You cry some more, reaching out for your brother. "Please don't leave me."
Harry's steps falter but he pushes on and the moment he disappears from view you scream out in anguish. There seems to be a pressure on your chest, but that pressure seems to lessen as you scream. You're barely coherent enough to see a faint wisp of red shoot out from you in every direction, and are conscious long enough to hear someone mutter bloody hell before passing out.
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You jolt awake, but you're not sure what's woken you. As you blink up at the ceiling, you realize it's eerily quiet. So letting your head lull to the side, you blink against the brightness of the room and realize you're alone. You're alone with the dead.
Sitting up with a groan, you glance around to see that everyone is gone. But there are voices.. and laughter? Instantly, an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach.
Shakily standing, you walk as fast as you can towards the entrance to the Great Hall and swallow down the bile trying to creep it's way up your throat. You stumble out the front enterance, shoving passed the small gathered crowd. Someone's giving a speech and across the courtyard there is a sea of black and- and you're going to be sick. The bald, gray skinned man must be who attempted to end the Potter line so long ago. Voldemort.
"Y/N. Y/N, wait!"
With the sea of deatheaters, just off to the side of them, there seems to be a half giant carrying a body. A body which is wearing suspiciously familiar clothing. Hands catch you by the arms, holding you back when you realize who it is the half giant is carrying, and your knees buckle. You whimper, but the voices on either side of you attempt to soothe you. When you chance a glance at them, you realize it's Fred and George.
Voldemort asks for the Light to pledge their loyalty to him, but only a single wizard stumbles forward. Neville Longbottom, he says his name is, and even as the deatheaters make fun of him the boy manages to give a heartwarming speech about none of their friends or family dying in vain. But as the hurt and sadness ebbs away, rage takes its place.
You can feel a pressure in your chest forming again and the hands on you fall away with hisses of pain. It seems as if you have tunnel vision as you stumble forward, Neville's speech falling on deaf ears. You can hear whispers of awe all around, but you only have eyes for Voldemort as his manic smile slowly starts to fall upon seeing you. Neville pulls free a sword from a crumpled hat, but still you stumble forward.
Your wrists are slowly rotating now and you sneer as Voldemort's followers seem to stare at you with trepidation. "You took everything from me," you grit out.
Voldemort starts to smile upon hearing the pain in your voice. "My dear, I don't even know who you are."
"You will." Debris from the half demolished castle starts to gather all around you as if being pulled by a magnet, forming two large balls of concrete on either side of you. Then with a deep breath, you feel the ground beneath your feet vanish as everyone around you gasps in surprise. "You were always going to die by the hands of a Potter. It's just too bad it couldn't have been my brother who ended you."
"Potter," Voldemort hisses angrily.
"In the flesh."
You slowly raise your hands, the balls of debris rising higher, but before you can catapult them Harry is dropping from the half-giant's arms. You feel your magic waver at the sudden relief that washes over you, but then Harry's firing a spell at a giant snake and Voldemort is firing back at him. There's cheering and then before the deatheaters can start fleeing, you fling the balls of debris at them one after the other.
You fall back to your feet, erecting shields to cover the backs of the witches and wizards rushing back into the castle. Then once back into the school all bets are off and all your hexes turn deadly. But your rage clouds your ability to multitask and you don't see the deatheater creeping up on you in time. Chains wrap around your throat, wrapping tighter and tighter as your fingers claw to pull it off. There's crazed laughter somewhere behind you and you don't even have the opportunity to see who was responsible before the chains loosen and they are being pulled off.
"There, there, cub. You're alright now." As you're pulled to your feet, relief floods you at the sight of Remus. "It's going to be okay." You're quick to hug him, crying softly as the side of your face presses against his chest.
A battle cry pulls your and Remus' attention towards it, and you watch as Neville beheads the large snake you had seen Harry firing spells at earlier. It seems to go quiet inside the castle after that, the deatheaters lowering their wands in shock. A moment later a cheer erupts from outside and the remaining deatheaters inside hiss as they clutch at their inner arms before fleeing altogether. Luckily, some are detained before they can go anywhere.
"Did we- did we just win?"
"Yeah, cub. I think we just did."
"Remus!" The two of you turn towards the joyous shout and you quickly step back when a woman throws herself into his arms. You smile at the reunion, heart aching at the relief and joy in your uncle's features as he hugs the woman tightly before sharing a chaste kiss with her.
Afterwards, he pulls back and turns towards you. The woman follows his gaze and she smiles kindly. "Tonks, I want to introduce you to the Potters eldest child." She gasps. "My goddaughter Y/N. Y/N, this is my wife Tonks."
You smile sheepishly. "Hullo."
"Another Potter," she breathes in awe. "Wicked."
You watch as her mousy brown hair turns a vibrant pink and you laugh as you gesture to it. "I think that's pretty wicked."
"You think so?" She muses. "Our son has the same ability and he's only a day old."
"Your son?" Your now widened eyes dart to Remus. "You have a son and you're still here?! Go!"
"Y/N.."
"No. Don't," you say. "I'm home, Moony. For good. Go to your son while I go find my brother. I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay." He steps forward to hug you. "I'll see you soon."
"Yes you will."
After Remus lets go, his wife Tonks steps in and hugs you as well. Surprised, you laugh and return the brief embrace. "See you soon, kid. Can't wait to get to know you."
"You as well," you say.
As the couple takes their leave, all you can do is look around at the demolished school and the witches and wizards as some of them have a meltdown. You spot a couple of the Weasleys celebrating the win as Molly looks on with a smile she's quick to smother when her sons point it out. Then heading for the entrance, your shoulders sag in relief when you spot Sirius coming in.
"Paddy!" Your shout garners his attention and you quickly make a beeline for him. "Have you seen Harry?"
"Yeah, pup. He's out on the bridge."
"Thanks." You quickly lean up and kiss his cheek. "We'll catch up later."
Making your way outside, your heart aches at seeing the ruins of what was clearly a magnificent school. You spot the bridge Sirius spoke of and spy your brother tossing something across the open air, only to fall down and be lost forever. His friends Ron and Hermione spot you first, the two of them offering you smiles as you approach.
Harry turns and smiles upon seeing you- a smile which you return, but then your expression goes lax as you slap at his arms one hit after the other. "If-" Hit. "You-" Hit. "Ever do that again.."
"Blimey, she really is a Potter."
"Ron, shush!"
"Hey. Hey!" Harry is quick to defend himself, catching you by the wrist so you stop hitting him. "I'm okay. It's over."
Your chest is heaving, your breathing stuttering as a sob threatens to break free. Tears silently fall before the fight drains out of you and you throw your arms around your little brother's neck. "I just found you, you dunghole. You're not allowed to die first."
Harry chuckles. "I'll do my best." As he pulls out of the hug, his hands remain on your biceps as he grins. "Did you know your eyes glow when you're angry?"
You frown, but before you can answer his friend Hermione is speaking up. "About that.. how is it your magic manifests like that without a wand? Earlier when Harry left to meet Voldemort, you fell to your knees in grief and there was- well it was like-"
"An explosion," Ron says. "Made me and 'Mione stumble some. We had to carry you back into the Great Hall where Remus and Sirius nearly lost it."
You cringe. "Sorry about that. I, uh, I actually used to have a wand until the MACUSA snapped it."
"They what!?" Harry asks incredulously.
"Yeah. School-aged Americans are quite savage," you huff. When the other three don't crack even the smallest of grins, you sigh and explain. "I got picked on quite a lot, but it was never anything that caused harm. Just some stupid pranks that embarrassed me," you say. "When I was sixteen, the pranks turned harmful. Two students caught me in a duel and when one of their hexes sliced my cheek I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until the sight of my blood made them proud and then duel even harder did my magic lash out when I was failing to protect myself. I.. I killed someone." Hermione gasps, but no one dares to say a word. "It was an accident and the Professors knew it because they'd witnessed countless attacks on me, but the government gives no second chances. So my wand was snapped and I was kicked out of the magical community over there."
"But that's preposterous!" Hermione nearly screeches. "You were a child!"
"I was a witch who killed a fellow witch." You shrug. "Apparently the American government is not very forgiving." Harry reaches for your hand then, squeezing it to show his support in you.
"So what happened?" Ron wonders. "You had to have some form of schooling to be so in control of your magic now."
"I ended up in a muggle orphanage after feigning amnesia. I spent months without casting and well.. my magic had to go somewhere," you tell him. "I had a few outbursts and my outbursts were picked up on by the Sorcerer Supreme."
Hermione seems to perk up at that. "I've never heard of that term before."
"You wouldn't have." Smiling fondly, you continue to tell them about the man who changed your life. "All around the world there are sorcerers, but instead of using a wand they master what they call a Sling Ring." You pause just long enough to flash them the ring before summoning a basic shield on both hands. "There's a hidden community of sorcerers in every country, but only one Sorcerer Supreme. He happened to find me when the outbursts kept happening and showed me a different way to manifest my magic before showing me how to master theirs."
"Wicked," Ron breathes in awe.
"Did you- did you ever look for me?" Harry wonders. His small voice makes your heart ache.
"I did." You smile sadly. "Not at first because of Albus' manipulations, but when I found out I was a Potter and had a baby brother out there, the Sorcerer Supreme tracked you down. Albus refused to reunite us and the Sorcerer Supreme did not want to start a war with the Wizarding community."
"But Dumbledore died some time ago." Ron frowns. "Why didn't you try then?"
"I did," here you huff out a brief laugh, "but some rebellious little shits decided to flee and jumpstart a war." All three blush at your words and you reach up to ruffle Harry's hair. "But what matters most is that I'm here now and no one is keeping the Potter heirs separated any longer."
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The following couple of weeks proved to be both mentally and physically draining. Besides all the funerals, you lost count of how many times you told your story and felt sick to your stomach when a few would not take Remus or Sirius' words that you were who you said you were. The main thing some could not understand was why Lily would hide her first pregnancy, but it was your godfather and Sirius who told everyone that it was James' dad who made the decision to hide the pregnancy and then even longer after you were born since you were the first female Potter in quite some time. Apparently you were such a well kept secret that not even Dumbledore knew of your existence until he had sent you off and told those who knew you that you had died that fateful night in Godric's Hollow.
Sadly, it was only after a blood test done by a trusted Healer at St. Mungos did everyone finally believe. It was a relief to not be questioned, but then came the daunting task of fixing up Godric's Hollow so it wasn't such a terrible shrine to the worst night of your and Harry's life, and then reopening Potter Manor. But until the real work began, all you wanted to do was spend time with your brother and thankfully Sirius had room for the two of you to stay with him.
Waking up one morning, you frown when you hear a little bit of a racket. It doesn't appear to be a worrisome sounding racket when you stick your head out the bedroom door, so you take the time to freshen yourself up in the bathroom and make sure you're decent for whatever company is downstairs.
Tiptoeing downstairs, you hold your breath as you pass the covered portrait of Sirius' mum less you wake the old hag up and have her screeching for hours. Then pushing the swinging door open, you smile at the sight of Molly Weasley at the stove and her twin sons chatting back and forth with Sirius.
You spot your brother several seats down from them and enter the kitchen to sit down next to him. He smiles when he sees you and you nudge his arm when you're finally seated. "What's going on?"
"Molly wanted to make us breakfast and to make sure Sirius was taking care of us properly. Your boyfriends tagged along and were being too nosy for her liking."
You huff a laugh. "Not my boyfriends."
"At least not yet."
You roll your eyes, grinning at your brother before nudging him again. The twins had taken a shine to you and it's something everyone found quite hilarious. Their flirtatious behavior was nothing serious, but you were grateful that they accepted you so quickly.
Plates full of scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausages, bacon and grilled tomatoes are floated over, followed by a jar of marmalade and a pitcher of orange juice. Molly then brings over a stack of buttered toast and happily pats you and Harry on the shoulders. "Alright, my dears. Dig in. Boys!" She then calls. "To the floo. Let Sirius, Harry, and Y/N eat in peace."
"But mum-" Fred whines.
"-we haven't seen Y/N in ages," George finishes.
Sirius grins as you scoff. "First off, you boys haven't even said hello to me since I walked into the kitchen. And second it's only been three days."
"And that is a terrible mistake on our part," Fred says as he scoots down the bench you're seated on, slinging his arm around your shoulders and smooching you loudly on the cheek. "Hello, love."
"Fred Weasley!" Molly whacks her son upside the head and Harry snorts out the orange juice he'd been sipping. "You leave Miss Potter alone and get going. You too, George."
Sirius laughs as the boys pout but do as they're told. You wink and blow George a kiss who proceeds to pretend he catches it and then pockets it. Laughing, you shake your head in amusement before looking up at their mum. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, for the delicious looking breakfast. I didn't know how much longer I could pretend that Kreacher's breakfast was good."
Molly beams, but before she could reply Sirius is huffing. "That dreary old bat just needs to be put out of his misery."
"Oh Sirius, be nice. I'm sure he's not all that bad," Molly admonishes him. You, Harry, and Sirius all snort and she tuts at all three of you, but you and Harry are the only two to grin apologetically at her. "Well if that's all, I shall be going. I'll see you three for dinner."
"No, no. This'll be all for today, Molly," Sirius assures her. "The kids are going to start reclaiming what is rightfully theirs today. We'll most likely swing by Tom's tonight."
"Well alright." Molly pats you and Harry on the shoulder one last time. "I wish you two the best."
After Molly whisks her sons back home, the three of you left at the table enjoy the breakfast she had cooked up. Halfway through Remus shows up and plops down on the opposite side of you, stealing food from your plate as he makes small talk with Sirius in between bites.
Once the food is gone and Sirius has summoned Kreacher to clear the table, all the attention is on you and Harry.
"So what's the plan, cub? Are you really going to demolish Godric's Hollow and rebuild?"
"Yes," you answer Remus. "I don't know about everyone else, but I believe it's a disgrace to mum and dad's memory that the home they were murdered in was left as is as some sort of memorial. It's sick," you say. "If they wanted to memorialize it, then a picture should have been taken to be put in a history book or a plaque be put up.
"Do you plan to live there?" Harry asks. "Because I can't see myself making a home where my earliest memory is of mum screaming as Voldemort threatened her."
"Oh Harry." Under the table you reach for your brother's hand, squeezing it in comfort. "I'm sorry you have to live with that. But yes, I'll take Godric's Hollow. Potter Manor is always passed to the male heir anyway, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I don't remember anything from that night, and even though I know mum and dad died there I believe in making happy memories where they once lived. I think they'd like that."
He smiles. "Me too."
"Aww! Would you look at that," Sirius coos. "Seeing the two of you together, James and Lily would be proud."
"'Course they would," you muse, releasing Harry's hand and then slinging your arm around the back of his neck to bring him in closer while touching your temple to his. "We're adorable."
"Humble too," Remus huffs, pinching your cheek. He laughs when you swat at him. "So are you two ready? It's going to be quite the tiring day."
You and Harry glance at one another, sobering up some and nodding. "Let's get to it."
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Chapter 5: Not Exactly According to Plan | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis
Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.
A/N: And now, the moment y’all been waiting for~~~ :”D
Tagging y’all for this pivotal moment: @berenilion @stellar-trinity @peterwandaparker @calgasm @silver-is-in-too-many-fandoms @queen-destenie @justtinfoley​ @sweeetteaa​ @calsponchoemporium​ @fallenjedii​ @cal-jestis​ @superwarsofthrones​ @ayamenimthiriel​
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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC
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OMBARI, PONDARA SYSTEM, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
In the lusher parts of Ombari, the Mantis has landed itself near the hilltop town. The most prominent landmark of that settlement was the temple spire that soared to the heavens and nearly pierced the clouds—it was a sanctum of another long-forgotten civilization before this one. Buildings wrapped around the foot of the spire, whether it be homes or business establishments, thieves and honest people alike loitered the streets; a populace of diverse species and humans have housed themselves in this crude location.
If one would take a good look at the surrounding forest, remnants of what ought to be an ancient city—in the same timeline when the temple was at its prime—have been devoured by the flora and the fauna had made it their dominion along with the wilderness. The main road branched into different directions, leading to several other establishments in a fair distance from the city, and even branched through the “safer” part of the woods.
The Mantis kept her distance from the town, docking just behind the city across a river; Cal insisted that they land near the river that divides the city and the woods so that they’re in the median, personally, it’ll just be easy for him to find his way back, whether he goes to the forest or to the city.
The young Jedi also argued that they still remained closer to civilization, knowing that the captain preferred that instead of wild animals that can fold the Mantis in ten seconds. Greez took it to great consideration—much to his hidden chagrin—and landed the ship amongst the high trees that walled the settlement from the unforgiving badlands beyond.
“I should’ve fit some more armaments on this old girl!” Greez stressed, flailing his arms to further express his chagrin.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, Greez,” Cere reassured, her tone is a perfect contrast to the captain’s. “Besides, predators don’t usually show themselves in the open.”
“Yeah, it makes them more vulnerable to the bigger ones,” Cal added.
Greez stammered, uncomforted by the Jedi’s logic, “There’s always a bigger one!”
“Well, I guess there’s no going around for me, not until I’ve convinced Greez enough that everything’s fine in this planet,” Cere sighed as she confided to Cal in the holotable room.
“Ya know I can hear you!” Greez cried from the cockpit.
Cal chuckled before adding, “You guys can take a look around if you like, we’d still end up meeting back here in the Mantis anyway.”
“Fair point, you be careful out there,”
Cal straightened the neckline of his black poncho, BD-1 hopped over and clutched on the belt strap on his back and exited the Mantis. The door unfurled to reveal to him the world in a much larger scale. He felt small, but in a good way; he surveyed the horizon, not knowing which direction to go to first.
The first step onto Ombari’s soil hit different. Cal basked in the warm sunlight and felt a cool, light drizzle kiss his freckled cheeks. Rain and sunshine have mingled together, which was typical in a tropical planet. Meanwhile, in the first few miles into the badlands from the border, Jidné docked the Scarab by the greater water hole that stretched to the more abundant half of Ombari’s mainland.
Her end of the homing beacon continued to glow blue, it beeped a slow, monotonous rhythm indicating that her distance from the target was still far. Panning her head across the desert, she doesn’t spot any silver dorsal fin sticking out like a sore thumb in this reddish-orange wasteland; so, she headed north, towards the denser part of the planet.
The badlands was composed of uphill mesas that overlook the valley of the other side. From Jidné’s vantage point, the city was in sight, as well as the surrounding forest. She fished out her binoculars and scanned the area, searching for the ship among the trees—they were high enough to conceal an Imperial outpost or tower, but that won’t stop her from finding her target.
“Now, where could you be hiding, my little redhead?” Jidné muttered as she peered through her lens left and right.
The sun caught a twinkle of a silver tip shyly peeking out of the treeline. The bounty hunter immediately focused her binoculars in that direction, her thumb turned the knob of the zoom, even with her binoculars she still squinted her eyes in the viewfinder, attempting to see through the thin gaps between the trees.
The homing beacon beeped again, only this time the rhythm of the glow sped up a few beats. She put away her binoculars and went downhill, literally crossing the between the badlands and the mainland. Her boots scraped against the rocky slope, the forest floor carpeted by fallen leaves cushioned her fall; when she erected herself after her landing, she patted the holster on her hip and the felt for her rifle—both weapons are still on her person.
She stalked through the dense greenery, the dimness of the trees’ shade unsettled her little droid on her back.
“Yeah, it’s a little spooky. We’re getting out of here, don’t worry,”
Through the thick foliage, Jidné and ID-3 weren’t alone; amongst the shrubs and treetops where they hide, their sights followed the girl whom they immediately labeled as an intruder of their home. Black claws gripped around the branches, the muscles on their hind legs strained and prepped for a lunge if need be; the ones on the ground slipped and stealthily passed through the plants, concealing themselves from the human’s plain eyes.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, ID, we just need to move fast if we don’t want anything catching up to us,” Jidné reassured, although she was getting uneasy herself. Her hand subtly crawled down to the flap of her holster, carefully unbuttoning the cover.
The animals were surely making their presence known, Jidné had already spotted one of them moving from its hiding place to the next; their low growling grumbled amongst the tree trunks. By instinct, she fished out her lightsaber hilt with a slight tug using the Force and is beginning to prepare herself in a stance.
She focused on the animal that she spotted moving cover to cover, little did she know that this one was a decoy. The true predator was waiting for her on its perch in the treetops. Jidné engaged at the animal when it revealed itself from the bushes: a large cat-like animal with dark, coarse fur, it carried itself with a silent grace with its slender yet muscular limbs, curved claws as deadly as a scimitar, and a long tail used to grapple on its perches.
It bared its teeth as it approached Jidné, asserting its frightful dominance in this jungle. Its back arched and its lips pulled back to show more teeth, agitated at the hiss of the saber’s blade, threatened by the foreign, purple glow that shone in its golden brown eyes.
“Down, kitty,” Jidné hummed.
The decoy still confronted Jidné, affording its companion to descend upon her in the speed of light, its claws fixed on the rifle, assuming that it was a bodily appendage than an actual weapon. Her startled shriek must have alerted every single creature—big or small—within the forest. In the distance, Cal jerked his head to the direction of the human scream, he squinted his eyes as the sound died down and was replaced by the harmonious chirping of birds.
“That doesn’t sound right,” Cal tells BD-1.
Jidné’s true assailant dragged her violently across the forest floor by the rifle on her back; she unbuckled the strap across her body to break free, she succeeded and crawled away—saber still in hand, but her grip was trembling, trying to pull herself together while her life is still flashing before her eyes. The animal thrashed its head wildly left and right while chewing at the weapon in an attempt to eat it; realizing that it was inedible, it flung it far behind its back and focused on the real prey.
Her fingers tensed around her hilt. For every flimsy swing she did to make them back away, they come back at her two steps closer with their yellow, blood-stained fangs in full display. She focused on the one that was closest to her—the decoy—and she grazed its shoulder with her lightsaber. It wailed in pain as the searing heat cooked its skin and fur, Jidné’s attack just made it angrier, all of the hairs on its body pricked up as it arched its back in retaliation.
“Come on!” Jidné screeched tauntingly.
She finally attacked the decoy. The decoy continued to lunge at her, thirsting for revenge after being nicked by her blade. Cal had heard the wail of the animal that Jidné had maimed, it rang loud and clear in his earshot, he knew he was in the right track. He sped through the forest: vaulting over fallen logs and boulders that stood in his path, shouldering his way through the large-leafed bushes and the trees until the humming of a saber was audible.
Cal discovered a girl wielding a purple saber, flailing it at the animals’ faces as she tried to keep herself from their claws’ or fangs’ reach. He watched her for a moment, slashing away at the one already riddled with seared cuts over its body. The wild cat creature lunged at her, in turn, Jidné smoothly evaded it and followed it by piercing the ribcage of the animal with her saber.
A third cat appeared in the place of the one she just killed, angrier and hungrier for meat. As if to exact vengeance on its fallen member, the pack leader charged at her, claws at the ready and reared—its heavy paw slapped away the saber from her hand, buried within the thick foliage of the forest floor.
“NO!!” she screeched, the animal had rendered her empty-handed and vulnerable.
Just when the animals thought that had her in their jaws, the newcomer tried to pounce on her until she seized the leaping animal in mid-air using the Force—Cal witnessed this, awe-stricken at the discovery of a fellow Jedi—her Force-push flung the animal away but quickly shook it off and readied itself back on its four paws.
Cal jumped into the action, instinctively stretching out his hand to inflict Force-slow on the alpha as he joined Jidné. She didn’t take her eyes off the animals, though she stole a glance at her unlikely helper.
Red hair.
Her stomach sank, but everything was happening so quickly that she couldn’t register them all at once in her panicking brain.
Cal was on the offensive and targeted the alpha, riddling its body with orange-and-black searing cuts the same way Jidné did on the one she killed; seeing that she was empty-handed, he quickly twisted the sleeve and separated his lightsabers.
“Here!” he tossed his second saber at Jidné. She caught it, and in a graceful twirl, she’d severed the newcomer cat’s forelegs in a clean, perfectly-timed sweep, killing it in the process.
The alpha backed away, leaned its head back and produced an ear-shattering roar—so loud, in fact, that Jidné had to duck and shield her one ear with her free hand. Little by little, leaner versions of the animal—which ought to be juveniles learning how to hunt—appear out from their hiding spots upon the call of their pack leader, it’s as if they’ve organized this whole ambush for the sake of finding food—which neither Jidné nor Cal do not exactly plan to be.
The juveniles appeared in all sides around them, they spun while literally back-to-back with one another as they surveyed the jungle clearing, counting the reinforcements with their eyes.
Four of the creatures rejoined their leader on the ground, backs arched, and throat rumbling with threatening growls. The death scent of their two fallen members roused up their senses, baring their teeth in anger at the two assailants.
“Something tells me they’re not here for belly rubs,” Cal jested.
That drew a giggle out of Jidné, “No, I don’t think so!”
Both Jidné and Cal brandished their lightsabers at the large, feral cat-like creatures. One immediately lunged at them, buckling its claws at Cal and pounced on him, trying to rip his throat open—Jidné kicked it away from him and left a diagonal gash across its chest, killing it instantly; the scarred alpha attempts to strike back at her, charging at her at a feral speed, she dodge-rolled it and only managed to scratch its thick, aging hide.
“On your left, ginger!”
Cal took on the two new juveniles on his left, he tossed his saber at one while the other jumped on him—he backed away, dodging the jump attack by a hair and skillfully caught the returning lightsaber, he didn’t spare a second in killing the second. That leaves them with the surviving juvenile and the sturdy alpha, who was still standing strong after being nicked repeatedly by both of these humans. It probably had its last straw and paced cautiously at the two.
The remaining juvenile pounced at Jidné—already exhausted at this whole debacle—and dug its sickle-shaped claws onto her shoulders. The borrowed saber was still in her hand, she angled her wrist so the emitter faces the animal, and with a single press of the button, the blade pierced through one side of the animal’s neck to the other. She rolled it away from her body and brought herself on her knees, catching her breath as she stayed close by her unlikely ally.
The alpha had enough of this, of course. Out of mercy, its lunging attack was seized by Cal who Force-pushed it with an intensity that it resorted to run away into hiding. When the whole ordeal was over, Cal turned to the girl.
“You alright?”
He reached out his hand in front of Jidné, she stared at the hand for one second and then turned to the face of the boy who helped her. She denied that her heart skipped a beat. Cal pulled her up to her feet the moment they joined hands.
“Yeah… just a little shaken,” she dusted off the dirt that stuck on her jacket and removed her cowl to do the same. She remembered that she still had his saber and briskly returned it to him. “Thanks for this, by the way.”
He takes his second saber and conjoins it with the other, “Don’t mention it.”
The awkward silence between was filled in by the insects chirping amongst the woods. BD-1 hopped off of Cal’s shoulder to scan the dead animals and skittered briskly back to him.
“So those cats were called Bashiji, huh? I’ll give it a read later,” he whispered to BD-1, and then cleared his throat, recomposing himself in front of the girl. “Name’s Cal. Kestis. By the way.”
He stretched out hand again at her. Her eyes shifted between Cal—beaming a small yet friendly smile at her—and his hand.
“Jidné. Jidné Sheedra.”
She takes his hand and shakes on it. From her touch, the ripple of the Force that has been lightly nudging at Cal ever since he came in to this planet seemed to have amplified. He gave himself the benefit of the doubt and smiled as he exchanged niceties with Jidné.
“Jidné, I’ll remember that,”
A flustered Jidné attempted to subtly pull her hand away from her own target. She awkwardly managed a smile and walked past his shoulder, walking to the foliage where the Bashiji had slapped her saber away. Using the Force, she extended her open hand and the hilt popped out of the pile of leaves where it fell into. She instantly clipped it to her belt the moment it returned to her.
“You’re a Jedi, too?”
Well, shit. Her voice in her mind hissed.
Her stomach sank again just right when it worked its way back up to where it should be. The bridge of her nose crumpled upon realizing that she has no escape from that question, luckily, she had her back turned to Cal when he asked.
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1200 master craftsmen and 12 long years of dedication built a masterpiece that is has gone down in the annals of time. The Konark Sun Temple is one of the most magnificent architectural wonders built during the middle of the 13th century under the patronage of King Narasimha Deva I of the Eastern Ganga Dynasty. Situated at Odisha, Konark is a quaint town on the east coast of Bay of Bengal.
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1 Architecture of the Konark Sun Temple:
2 Legend and fables behind the Konark Sun Temple – Story of Dharmapada:
3 Erotica and the Konark Sun Temple:
Architecture of the Konark Sun Temple:
This UNESCO World Heritage Site has been built in the form of a majestic and colossal chariot that is about to make its first flight. The King was the worshipper of the Sun god, and so the temple was made in the praise of the Sun God. The chariot was made in such a way that the Sun God himself was perceived to drive the chariot, he being seated inside the “Garbagriha” or the inner sanctum. The chariot is drawn by seven horses and twenty four wheels. Each horse denotes a day of the week and each wheel depicted the hours of the day.
The temple was made of three types of stones. The stones were mainly black in colour. The Konark Temple, when built, served as a beacon to the ships in the Bay of Bengal. The sailors could see the temple from the sea and they called the temple as Black Pagoda.
Just like any other ancient temples, the Konark Sun Temple also has are exquisite and interesting carvings all over the temple. Our guide explained to us in details about the carvings. Out of the seven horses, three were on the left and four on the right side of the temple. It is because of the unequal number of horses on either side, the chariot moves faster on one side; the chariot is supposed to move in the circular direction, just as the sun moves.
I started moving around the temple doing the parikrama in the direction of the Sun itself, we saw the various carvings and sculptures. The carvings are of intricate designs are rich motifs. We came across the idol of the Sun God.
We so very much wanted to go inside the main temple to see the main idol. The Sun God idol is said to be floating mid-air inside the main sanctum. How? Well, it was the said to be the trick of magnets and metals. Infact, there are stories that go on to say that many ships that sailed the Bay of Bengal when came near the Konark Temple were destroyed due to the pull of the magnet. We seriously do not know the veracity of this story, but we sincerely hope that this is just a figment of the imagination. It would be really sad to know that such a magnificent piece of art was also so destructive.
Nevertheless, the main door of the temple is sealed since long. I think, the magnet too, is removed and the deities placed elsewhere! The temple would simply crumble down to earth if the doors are not sealed. This is what our guide told us. In our mind, we refused to believe so. It is actually the nonchalant attitude of our countrymen that often leads to the gradual ruin of these historical architectures.
Legend and fables behind the Konark Sun Temple – Story of Dharmapada:
Myths and legends go hand in hand with all the ancient monuments of the country. You will definitely find interesting stories and folklores behind all these great architectures. Konark Sun Temple is also not an exception. But the legend here is a little unnerving. It tells the tale of a bright 12-year-old boy who sacrificed his life to save the lives of 1200 craftsmen.
The King Narasimhadeva wanted to build a grand temple dedicated to the Sun God adjacent to the sea (Well, the sea ran very near to the temple during those days. Later, geographical upheavals have resulted in receding of the sea).
The master architect Bisu Maharana was assigned the task of building the grand temple. It was when Bisu Maharana was given this prestigious work of building the temple, his son Dharmapada was born.
Dharmapada was a bright child. Being the son of the great architect, he was naturally drawn to art, craft and architecture. He gained a lot of knowledge of temple architecture by reading the manuscripts of his father. But he only had one regret. He had heard about his father but had never met him. His father was out of home to build the temple for the king. So, on his 12th birthday, he asked his mother to take him to meet his father which the lady could not refuse anymore.
So Dharmapada came to the place where the temple was built. The sight of the magnificent structure awed him as much as he was happy to meet his father for the first time.
In the meanwhile, the great temple was still far from completion. As many as 1200 men artisans were toiling day and night, but the great temple dedicated to the Sun God was not yet complete. There was only one hurdle that the artisans faced. They were unable to put the Kalasa or the cupping stone on the top of the temple. 12 years had already passed and the King now had demanded the completion of the temple. The King had announced a deadline of the next day morning, failing which all the craftsmen would be killed. Bisu Maharana, as well as all his workers, were quite upset and troubled.
Dharmapada could sense Bisu Maharana’s disquiet behind the happiness of seeing his son after 12 years. When Dharmapada came to know about the problem, he asked his father to take him to the top of the temple. He remembered all that he had read in the books and manuscripts about temple architecture. He had finally found a solution to the problem. Bisu Maharana was elated to know the solution. He was so proud of his son.
Both of them went down to work to construct the Kalasa. And with the breaking dawn, they had put the Kalasa up on the temple. They were happy that they could save so many lives. But soon the talented boy heard whisper among the people. All they said that the king would not be happy to know that a 12-year-old completed the temple. This saddened the boy whose heart was as pure as the temple. He slowly went up the temple and as the sun rose, he jumped off the temple top from the Kalasa he had just erected. Dharmapada sacrificed his life to save the life of others. The brilliance and sacrifice of the boy are still found in the legends of Konark and Odisha.
Erotica and the Konark Sun Temple:
The highly erotic sculptures of the temple are quite famous for. Interestingly, the erotic structures are carved at the eye level in the middle section. There are many candid sculptures of amorous union while some were a bit difficult to interpret. There are even some that could be quite controversial now.
Konark Sun templeHomosexuality, lesbian love and even images between animals and human beings are carved out on the stones of the temple. It can be understood that society then was much liberal and considered sex to be a natural process; not like today when a certain section of the population could not decide between myth
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@xfpornbattle @muldermakesmehorny @cultureisdarkbeer @season4mulder @peacenik0  @today-in-fic (I’m cheating a bit this is Chapter 1.) 
#61 Somehow Mulder has to pretend to go down on Scully. He teases her until neither of them can take it anymore.
AO3 version HERE. Or read below.
Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play
The universe is conspiring against him. Mulder is convinced. Scully thinks the same thing - although neither of them voice the thought aloud.
In 6 years working together they’d only been undercover as a couple once. Once is all it took - it seemed now every time they needed a pair of agents to pose undercover Mulder and Scully were called in to assist.
Which is how they found themselves here on assignment with 2 other pairs of agents trying to catch a suspect in a string of home invasions. All the victims were wealthy and all had confessed to visiting this particular establishment. 
An establishment that catered to specific vises. The outer business, the Inner Sanctum, was a high class cocktail bar. The right amount of power and money would get you through the secret door and into the real business.
Fantasies. Sex…. Shadow Play.
All the victims had come from this rented room. In the middle of was a circular stage the props interchanged as needed for each fantasy. It was simple this time a bed, a chaise lounge, dresser, an antique looking vanity, with an oval mirror and stool, nightstand - a typical bedroom. 
Some type of glass door system and a curtain on a track would allow for the Shadows of those within to be seen by the voyeur or voyeurs watching without. Chairs, lounges, sofas, tables were spread throughout the rest of the room. All with padded wrist restraints. This room was for instructing the Shadowplayer and then watching, listening to the performance without being able to touch.
Mulder could relate he’d held the object of his affection in his arms many times. Kissed her forehead, her cheek - he tried to kiss her once in his hallway - fate in the form of a Bee. What are the odds of that? Some would call it fate. Even he thought that for a while.
He rescued the girl and himself if he was honest, without her… could he have went on? Attempts to push her away after that were unsuccessful. She’d taken his hand that day and told him ‘if I quit now they win.’
Really not fair to repeat his own words back at him. But that was Scully. Diana had strolled back in and if he was honest - it hurt that Scully even thought he wanted to rekindle anything with her. Especially after kissing her doppelganger and telling her the words he had been so good at keeping locked away in his heart. 
I love you and oh brother as a response was not what he expected. Whey were all these thoughts rolling in his head now before this important stakeout? Maybe it’s because they were all just informed they would have to act out whatever the customer wants - no matter what.
Or maybe it’s because Scully and the other 2 female FBI agents just walked out in their ‘costumes.’ Scully locked eyes with him almost daring him to look anywhere else. It was too late he’d been tracking her movements the moment she stepped into the room.
While he and the other male agents were all dressed similarly in t-shirts and jeans the female agents were dressed for their part - the bored housewife who calls for a repair man. Dressed for seduction and Scully was in black lace.
How was he going to survive this assignment? Mulder could feel the moisture rise to the surface of his skin. He barely resisted the urge to wipe his brow. Was the room suddenly too hot? Was his blood boiling? No it was Scully fantasy #5 and it was live in front of his eyes. To be honest black lace wasn’t a requirement Scully in any color lace would be a turn on. 
Correction … Is a turn on - there’s an undeniable thickening beneath his denim. Shit.
Mulder glanced at the other agents he noticed he wasn’t the only one fidgeting. Scully finally arrived at his side and he resisted the urge to offer her his coat when he saw her shiver. That fact he wasn’t wearing a coat was beside the point.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She stared straight ahead and responded, “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with. Hopefully one of the other pairs of agents will be chosen.”
No such luck. The universe was dead set on wrecking havoc on Mulder and Scully’s lives.
The client’s came in a couple, they sat down and an attendant locked their restraints. It was like a private production.
“Welcome to Shadow Play. You know the rules choose your couple and once they enter the Shadow Stage they will follow your instructions. They are your puppets and you are the puppet masters.” The attendant paced before the couples and with a flourish of his hand he spoke.
“Choose the lady of play.”
The man was tall with closely cropped blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His voice was a deep bass with a slight English or Australian accent when he spoke, “The little one - the redhead. Darling do you like her?”
His feminine counterpart nodded, “Oh yes she’ll be perfect.” With her husky alto it sounded more like purr-fect.
The attendant nodded to Scully, “Please enter the chamber and the other ladies may exit.”
Mulder saw the deep breath Scully took and his hand automatically went to her back as she walked around him and they started into the chamber. He was brought to a halt with the attendants next words.
“Now who do you chose for lord of the play?”
Wait. What? 
Scully paused and then continued on her way - her shoulders had slumped for a moment and then firmed with resignation. This wasn’t the prearranged plan and his eyes narrowed. There was no way anyone, but him was going in there with Scully. Plan or not.
The three men stood still. Mulder felt like chatel - did the other agents feel the same he wondered.
“Darling? Don’t you want the one in the middle? His hair is the same color as mine?”
“He is quite striking, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you. I won’t be able to see their hair color behind the curtain anyway…. I don’t know how can I decide when they are clothed. I need to see their cocks.”
The attendant cleared his throat, “That is not part of the rules, everything happens in shadow.”
“Fuck the rules MAN, my wife wants to see their cocks and I’ve paid for our time. In fact bring Red back out give them some inspiration… I know I’m inspired.” His erection was clearing outlined by the navy trousers he wore and his wife licked her lips feeling her own body responding.
The attendant was clearly ruffled, Mulder noted the fact and filed it away. Scully stepped back out every eye was one her. Creamy skin dusted with the faintest of freckles she stood unafraid and comfortable in her own skin.
“Drop the straps luv, give the gents something to wonder about. I see firm high breasts a perfect handful - are those nips pink like a kitten's tongue, peachy like a succulent apricot? Or dark rose like the juicy flesh of a woman’s cunt?”
Scully reached up and slid first one strap and then the other, until they draped like a piece of black licorice he wanted to gnaw through. And he didn’t even like black licorice, red - cherry flavor yes. That didn’t help his growing problem thinking about Scully in red.
“Okay c’mon gents don’t be shy we all know why we’re here. Whip out your equipment my wife wants to see your packages. We’ve all got ‘em. If my hands were free I’d whip mine out right now. Wouldn't I darling? You'd suck me off right here on your knees. Yes my pet sucks like a Dyson.”
"Do you like bush, men? My pet has a nice little bush just enough that it tickles my lips when I'm eating my fill of pussy."
Both agents Barber and Kinney unzipped their flys and exposed themselves. Scully didn’t react. She was aloof, waiting for the partner the clients would choose. Could she do it - if it wasn’t Mulder? If it was Agent Barber or Kinney? 
“Ooo those are some lovely cocks. Are those boxers or tighty whities I see … it's sort of like they’re popping out of a little fabric nest, like a bird. Not very lively though… Are you two cold?” The woman laughed and her husband chuckled along and then her gaze fixated on Mulder. “How about you? Are you cold too? You can’t be shy or you wouldn’t be here. Honey if he won’t show me his cock tell him to leave. I’ll just choose one of the others.”
“You heard my wife. If you don’t show us your cock get the fuck out. Do you have a teeny weenie, perhaps?” He picked up on the quick eye contact between Mulder and Scully and a wide smile formed. “Or do you just need a little help? Hey Red, why don’t you help him out.”
Scully took a step toward Mulder. “No!” then quieter, “No, I’ll do it.”
Mulder closed his eyes. How could he forget today of all days? He’d bought these button fly jeans on a whim and his hands were working the buttons through the tightly stitched holes until  …
“Holy Mother of God! Get out! The rest of you get out! He’s the one…. Honey? Tell them to leave!”
“You cretins heard my wife. Get out.” The room cleared of all but the main players. “Good God Man! I consider myself well-endowed, but Holy Shite! How do you keep that monster under control? And commando to boot.”
“I think my wifes glazed over eyes means you two meet with her complete approval. Let’s get this show on the road. Into the chamber you two. My first request is for you to suck those titties… I’ll tell you when to stop… use the chaise please.”
Mulder followed Scully into the chamber the door snicked shut, the curtains closed with a swish and the lights dimmed. Scully reclined on the chaise and Mulder gingerly sat beside her. Could they pull this off?
“C’mon man speed it up suck her tits and describe them… we want to hear about those ripe tips… make her moan … make her wet for you.”
Mulder dropped his head, nose and lips nuzzled her neck. Traveled down. Skimmed across the slope of each breast. God, Scully you smell so good. There was a hitch in her breath. Did he say that out loud? 
“Hey, Supercock! This isn’t love’s unfolding flower or some teenage romance. I don’t hear any sucking or slurping and we damn well aren’t hearing any moaning Reds or yours. Get on with it.”
Mulder wished the guy would just shut the hell up. He was trying to make this look real, but not be real. But she was so soft and smelled so delicious… He was only human dammit.
And then Scully let out a throaty moan. Uh-oh. His mouth released the nipple he had been sucking, the lace and silk damp. Her nipples were clearly delineated, hard, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been sucking but his mouth and lips felt the loss.
“More…Mu…” Before she could say his name his hands cupped her breasts and his lips went back to feasting.
End Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play Chapter 1
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mossander · 5 years
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How the MK kast reacts to Reader seeing them NSFW
I was at work from I randomly remembered an episode from Firefly where Malcolm is naked for some reason and walks into the Serenity showing off his goods. Then I came up with this prompt of Reader walking into nude people in the MK universe and had too much fun writing about it. I’m gonna try to write for the whole MK11 kast.   Warning: copious nudity and sexual references
Scorpion
- Hanzo is nervous about the prospect of making love again. He has done nothing of the sort since before his wife passed away. He has spent so many years suppressing or handling his urges alone that the prospect of sharing them with someone else had become foreign. When he tried to propose the idea of lovemaking to you, he stumbled through so many words and strange analogies you took minutes to understand what he was trying to say. It relieved him you agreed and felt the same, but now he's nervous again for having to go through the next step of seduction. He can barely remember what he did with his wife; all he could remember is welcoming her naked. So while you’re busy in the bathroom, he undresses by the bed and then remains standing in place. Yup, just… standing there. In the buff. Not sure what to do with himself. You come out and you're excited to see him ready. Though you're wondering why his face is still unmoving and stoic, and he can't find a place to put his hands. You come over and help him out.
Sub Zero
- Kuai is taking a steamy shower at his private quarters when you successfully sneak in. The sound of the shower running masks your footsteps and he's totally clueless to your presence. You didn't expect him to be showering, but it only makes the surprise visit better. You sit patiently by the bed, hearing him wash and hum a melody to a traditional Chinese folk song. You wait in anticipation while grinning like a fox. You bite your lip as you hear the faucet turn off and see his shadow dry himself off with a towel. He exits without it, and boom. Yours and his eyes meet and widen. Your eyes then drift down to the sweet spot, and he quickly cups himself and retreats into the bathroom. He yells at you not to sneak into his private quarters without his permission. You respond that it's the only way you get to catch the show.
Raiden
- Raiden is in his inner sanctum trying to brainstorm ideas for his new attire. He tries different designs and color combinations; Each time an idea is scrapped his clothes disappear in a flash and he is naked for a few seconds between changes. He is hoping to decide on a new look before you arrive for a scheduled meeting. Little did he know, you cut your previous plans short and you're able to come by hours earlier than expected. You didn't feel the need to give him advance notice since he told you he’s staying in all day anyway. You walk in and catch a moment where Raiden is lost in thought, standing naked in front of a full body mirror. You gasp involuntarily and quickly avert your eyes. He sees you through the reflection and quickly beams down a simple outfit to cover himself. He approaches you and apologizes profusely. You uncover your face and say it's alright, failing to stop smiling and unable to erase the strong blush on your cheeks.
Baraka
- Baraka invited you to his village to attend a special Tartakan ceremony as a guest. You know nothing of Tarkatan cultural holidays or practices and go in with the assumption it's probably something exotic and savage. When you arrived at the camp, you got seated with the children and the non-Tarkatan captives. You're less than stoked about this until the ceremony begins. Baraka, as head of the village, is the one to start with a tribal dance. He's wearing no clothing at all and is covered in decorative markings that were painted all over his skin. You appreciate the fast and wild movements of his dance, in between the times you're distracted by his peen swinging and spinning without care. You're near the children while they laugh and go “oooh” and “ahhh”, and near the captives while they close their eyes in embarrassment to what they're witnessing. You try your best to appreciate the art while avoiding being too turned on or grossed out.
Noob Saibot
- You didn't know this before but it takes effort for him to remain clothed rather than not. In his normal state, he is nothing more than a shadow in the shape of a man. You catch him in his resting state after navigating a pitch black cave with a lantern. After some searching, you find his silhouette on the wall when you shine your light on it. He pulls out of the silhouette's shadow to reveal himself in his truest form. His body is the shape of what Bi-Han's body was before he was turned into a wraith. One important difference is his face, which has turned into a nose-less horror. You look upon him with equal parts surprise and mystique when he transforms into the visage of his former self, a handsome and human Bi-Han still unclothed. He asks you in a ghostly deep voice if this is what you're looking for. You say you've gotten much more than what you expected.
Cassie Cage
- Both of you lost a bet against Jacqui and Takeda and now the two of you have to go skinny dipping in a cold lake. You're less than thrilled but Cassie's nudging and enthusiasm make you agree to it. When you ask her how you and she are gonna do this, she says to just go with the flow. You go out outside with her and approach the lake at a slow pace. You guys stop a couple of feet by the water's edge and look at each other nervously. She nods, giving the command to strip down and make a run for it. You strip down and wait for Cassie to run in your peripheral vision before you do the same. Both of you jump and hit the water at around the same time. The water is as cold as it looks, and the shock hits you as soon as you stop descending the lake. You take no time to ascend for air and madly swim to shore. As you sit on the dirt, holding yourself to stop the shivering, you see Cassie is taking her time swimming back to where you are. It's clear she's handling a lot better than you are. You watch her lift yourself out and walk calmly towards you, admiring her dripping and toned body as she smiles slyly to you. When she reaches you, she punches you on the shoulder and asks if you enjoyed the show. You say you did and that you might have to get back in for a cold dip.
Erron Black
- You were waiting by his hideout when you received a written message from a pigeon by the window. The message instructed you to bring a set of clothes and to head to a specific location as soon as possible. It also stresses in bold letters to not ask questions. At all. You take his word for it and take his spare outfit before heading out. You get to the destination as quickly as you can only to see you got there before he did, which is a good thing. You remain diligently on standby until you spot him falling from above, onto an awning above a storefront and then land on the ground on his shoulder.  You immediately run to search for any injuries. He shoos you and tells you he's okay. He stands in front of you and brushes the dirt off himself. You notice he's nude except for his hat, dual gun holsters with matching pistols, and boots. You make strict eye contact with him, very strict eye contact, making it clear to him you haven't averted your gaze to any other part of him while holding back the widest amused smile. He smirks and tilts his hat up. “Reckon ya got that message I sent ya?”, he asks you. You nod and give him a backpack containing his clothes. “Atta boy/girl,” He wraps his arm around you and together the two of you walk to the nearest private area for him to get dressed again.
Kabal
- It's Valentine's Day and he won't stop texting you. “Love you lots, qt! Can't wait for you to get over here [Scorpion Emoji], Miss ya babe!” He keeps blowing up your phone when you're busy. You were in the middle of a mission while your phone kept buzzing and dinging. You had to turn it off to keep yourself sane. You turn it back on at the end of your mission to find a ridiculous about of notifications from him under the name Kabalbae <3. You don't read or open any of it and throw the phone back in your bag. He did this every time he had a day off and you wish he had better things to do when he got bored. You shake it off and head out thinking you'll return all that affection once you get home. You grab a bottle of good wine and a movie rental in case he forgot and slept in like he normally did. You barely get a foot past the threshold when you're greeted by a nude Kabal fully erect and holding a bouquet and your favorite box of chocolate. “Happy Valentine's, babe.” He winks. You squeal and quickly set down the stuff you carried in. You hug and kiss him excitedly, then grabbed the chocolates and flowers and set them down too. You take full advantage of his body while he's still hard and didn't give a damn that the front door is still wide open.
Kano
- Kano is naked in the Black Dragon base way more often than normal. He sometimes walks around in full view of everyone, not giving a single fuck what anyone thinks of it. When he wants to be left alone, he hangs out by the command table nude, scratching his balls and ass to keep people off his back. Kabal and Erron avoids talking to him entirely when he's like this. Sometimes they taunt him by throwing his pants at him, only for him to scoff and throw them back. He puts the pants back on when it's time to conduct business and wants to talk to the gang without them looking at his dick. When he gets back home after a long day of who knows what, the pants come off again, and he lounges around like normal in his nude self. You're used to this and learned to pay him no mind when he struts around you nude for no reason at all. Today though is slightly different. You're playing on your phone on the couch when he stands in front of you with his hands on his hips. You ask him what the hell he's doing. “Why not take a quick gander, love?” You look up and are taken aback when you notice something different in his appearance. He trimmed the bushes by a lot and it looks a lot tidier now. He even trimmed his happy trail too so you can see what he's hinting at. It looks so good you could almost call it manscaping. “Has anyone at work seen this?” You quipped. “Nah, mate/sheila. Ya got the privilege of being the first.” You smile devilishly as you finally put your phone down.
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escapingreality1992 · 4 years
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Strange Impressions Ch. 10
           Two days after our capture, I returned to the compound to pack my things. I planned on moving in with Stephen; a new step in our relationship. Everyone appeared to be fine with the change; all except Tony, who tried to get me to stay at the compound.
           “Tell him to move in here with you. I’ll miss you too much. Who will I go to for party ideas or for food? You’re one of the best cooks in the compound. Who will stop Loki from pranking me? Sophie don’t go. Please,” he begged, following me around the building as I moved boxes to the front entrance. I giggled at him, turning to place my palms on his shoulders.
           “One, he can’t move in here. He has to be the protector of the Sanctum. Two, I’m sure there’s someone else who’s better with cooking and you have your own vault of ideas for parties. If you seek advice, I’m a phone call away,”
           “But-,”
           “Three, I will talk to Loki before I leave and convince him not to prank you. Don’t worry Tony. I’ll come back and visit some. How could I leave you behind? Plus, Natasha still lives here. I have to see my best friend too,” I told him.
           “You better because who else will I talk to about relationship advice?” Nat asked, walking in the lounge. She came over to me, wrapping her arms around me.
           “I don’t know Nat. You’ve got a handle on things with Steve. You may not need me anymore,”
           “I’ll always need you. You’re my best friend. Stephen’s a lucky man. He’s got you after all,”
           “I plan on keeping her. I can’t imagine my life without Sophie,” Stephen’s voice said from behind me. I turned and placed a kiss on his lips, standing beside him with an arm wrapped around his middle once I pulled back. I almost burst out laughing at Tony’s face; anger contorted his features making his skin red, a vein popping out on his forehead, a frown deep enough to produce more wrinkles.
           “You! You’re taking my Sophie away from us. Give her back,” he growled. This time I did laugh at his outburst, reaching out with my free hand to pat his shoulder.
           “Calm down. It’s not like I’m moving that far away. We’re still in New York. Does it matter that I love him? You’d do the same if Pepper asked you to move in with her. Let me begin my future with Stephen. Please?” I stated. Tony’s features softened, releasing a sigh of defeat.
           “You’re right. Go on Sophie. Live with the wizard if he makes you happy,” he said.
           “Thank you,” Stephen and I grabbed some boxes, leaving a portal open to remove all of them from the compound. Sticking to my promise to Tony about talking to Loki, I confronted the God and convinced him of not playing pranks unless he wanted to face my wrath, which was never good in some situations.
           With the final box removed from the compound, we closed the portal and I placed my hands on my hips, staring at the stacks of boxes. I didn’t have much, but enough where I didn’t know where to start.
           “Where to begin? Hmm…Maybe with-,”
           “Sophie, you can have one of the spare rooms to store your belongings. Books can be added to the library downstairs. That’s the one where we keep our normal books separate from the magic volumes,” Stephen told me, grabbing a box and walking up the steps.
           “Spare room? You don’t want me staying with you?” I asked, grabbing another one and catching up to him. He chuckled, turning his sparkling blue eyes on me.
           “You’ll be sleeping in my room. Your clothes and other belongings will stay in the spare room next to mine. I’m not sure there’s enough room to fit both of our clothes. There’s enough room to fit you in my bed by my side. Think of all the possibilities,” he told me. The look he gave me at the statement sent tingles and heat throughout my body. I knew what he’s been implying, and a lot of scenarios came to my mind.
           “You’re such a flirt, Doctor. Don’t stop on my account. In fact, you can flirt all you want. I enjoy every bit of it. I might even flirt back, handsome,” I commented, leaning close to his lips; his breath hitched, anticipating a kiss from me. Deciding to be a tease, I pulled back at the last second, walking past him, hips swaying, to the right where the spare room was located.
           “You, Sophie, are a tease. Playing with my emotions like that. I might need to kiss you later or maybe…strip you from all those clothes and do some teasing of my own,”
           “I might let you. Strip and tease me? Is that all you wish to do Stephen? What were to happen if I took off all your clothing now? Would you have sex with me on these stairs? What do you say, sexy? Wouldn’t it be fun?” I responded, placing my box down, approaching him. I ran my hands over his chest, grabbing the box from him and placing it aside.
           I managed to back his body against the railing. He swallowed, getting nervous. His blue eyes darkened; pupils dilated with apparent desire. I ghosted my lips over his, those brilliant eyes of his closing as I did so. I moved my lips against his neck, kissing it swift and light, my hands finding their way under his shirt, his skin hot to the touch. Sliding them around to his back, I let my fingers brush over his muscles. I could hear his erratic breathing; it got heavier with each touch.
           I pressed closer, his erection pushing against my thigh. Using it to my advantage, I moved my thigh slow against his jeans, causing friction, his length hardening even more.
           “Sophie. Please, I…”
           “Sh. Relax, enjoy the pleasure,” I continued my teasing, withdrawing once I sensed I’d done enough, leaving him with a simple kiss.
           “Stephen, sweetheart. Open your eyes,” I stated. He released a shuddering breath, adjusting himself and cracked open his eyes, desire still lingering within them.
           “How do you do that? When I first met you, I never realized you could be so…so…”
           “Dominant?”
           “Powerful. It’s not just the teasing or the domination, or the fire. It’s power. You’ve got an innate ability to take control. You saved me twice by doing just that. You’re magical,” he responded. Heat flushed my cheeks at his comment.
           “You’ve realized this now? Did you think me weak before or-?”
           “Sophie, you misunderstand me. You’ve never been weak to me. I knew you had power, a strength to which everyone should have. I meant you have more power than I previously though. It’s one of the things I love about you,” he answered. The heat deepened and I feared I resembled a tomato.
           “Good. I love your power as well. I think it complements my own. We should get back to unpacking these boxes. Less mess in the Sanctum, the better,” We grabbed our boxes, toting them to the spare bedroom. I opened mine and put away my shirts, pants and dresses; Stephen helped hang thinks, discovering my lingerie at the bottom of his box.
           “Will I get to see any of these on later?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. I took the lacy dress from him folding it to put it away in a drawer.
           “Maybe. Do you…”
           “Do I what?”
           “Never mind,” I replied, tucking away the rest of the lingerie.
           “What do you want to ask me?” he pressed, coming to me and lifting my chin with his fingers. His gaze held mine, opening up my walls.
           “Do you ever think back to the night we met?” I asked. He smiled, kissing my forehead.
           “Of course. Not every day, but whenever I’m missing you, I like to look back on it. The focus should have been on Tony’s birthday, but when Tony introduced us, I got lost focusing on you,” he told me. He kissed me, long and sweet, pulling back so we could resume unpacking the boxes. As we continued, I let myself drift off the very night of our first meeting.
  One Year Ago
           Tony’s birthday party had me looking for the perfect gift at the mall, going from store to store, unsure what he might want. The problem is he had most of everything; technology was out the question; he had already upgraded to the latest gadgets. I didn’t want to pick out clothing, not knowing if I’d great taste in that department. He didn’t wear fancy watches, my options dwindling down to nothing; almost nothing. As it hit me what I could give him, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Glancing at the caller ID, I noticed Natasha’s name scrolling across the screen, answering it to hear what she wanted.
           “What’s up bestie? Do you need something at the mall?” I asked, still browsing around in case I saw something Tony might want at the last minute.
           “You’re still at the mall?! You’re going to be late. Guests are starting to arrive. Sophie, you need to get back here immediately. Get dressed and come to the party,” she barked at me.
           “What? I thought I had enough time. Okay, I’m going to head to the exit now. Tell Tony I might be running a little behind,”
           “Alright. Oh, just a heads up. He’s invited someone new. I looked him up a few minutes ago. Absolutely dreamy. There’s a possible chance you could fall in love with him,”
           “Dreamy huh? I thought you only had eyes for Steve. It’s not possible. Stop trying to set me up with someone. I’ll find the one when I’m ready,” I stated.
           “I do, but Sophie, he’s gorgeous. Dark hair, blue eyes, tall. He’s kind of interesting,”
           “What’s his name?”
           “No, no. I’m not giving you it to you. I want Tony to introduce you two. Hurry and get your ass back to the compound,” she told me, hanging up. Nice try Natasha. There’s no way I’m going to meet my soulmate tonight, I thought. Boy, was I wrong about that?
              I got back to the compound and sneaked in the back to get to my room and change into a sleek, strapless teal, satin dress and black booties. I pinned my hair back in a neat bun and left my makeup neutral except for the eyeliner which was teal to match the dress. I made my way downstairs to the lounge and located Tony to give him his gift. I spotted him by a makeshift bar talking to Steve and descended the steps to approach them.
           “Tony! I’m sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find an appropriate gift. It occurred to me that the best thing I can give you is one of my famous free hugs,” I greeted him, wrapping him in one of my special embraces which warmed anyone up inside.
           “Thank you, Sophie. I adore your hugs. Oh, hey, I want to introduce to someone. He just arrived. Let me go grab him and bring him over here,” Tony told me. He let go and walked over in the direction I had come from and I turned to see who he meant; my heart almost stopped at the sight of the new guest. He wore a long sleeve, burgundy button up shirt tucked in black trousers, black shoes to match. His midnight black hair had been combed back, a little gray at his temples accentuating more of his features, the main focus being his eyes; blue eyes, bright when he smiled. They shone even more when they flickered over at me. He also had a beard that more or less resembled Tony’s. Our gaze locked and held as Tony escorted him over to Steve and me.
           “Sophie, this is Doctor Stephen Strange. Strange, Sophie McIntyre. He’s some kind of wizard and she’s our very own firestarter,” Tony introduced us.
           “Sorcerer Supreme, actually. Nice to meet you, Sophie,” Strange stated, his hand outstretched.
           “Pleasure’s all mine,” I told him, taking it in mine, shaking it. Two things happened; first I noticed the contrast in temperature of our hands. Second, a spark of electricity shot through my hand as our skin touched. We didn’t release the handshake for a few seconds, Steve’s voice breaking the contact.
           “Welcome to the compound. I hope you’ll have fun at the party,” he interrupted.
           “I’m sure I will,” Strange commented, pulling back first.
           “I think I’ll go find Natasha. Excuse me,” I said, walking through the crowd of people to find everyone’s favorite red head. She happened to be right. I fell in love with no other than Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme.
             “Natasha! You should have warned me earlier. I just met Steph- I mean, Strange. Dreamy? That word doesn’t even begin to cover that man,” I told her.
           “Uh-oh, someone’s got a new crush. I’m willing to bed you two will be dating in six months. Where is he? Does his picture do him justice?” She stated, showing me a news article, she had found on him.
           “Neuro-surgeon? Tony said he’s a wizard,” I stated, viewing his picture. In it he was clean shaven, in a tux, the headline covering a benefit he had attended. He looks good with or without a beard. He even looks good in a tux. I wonder what he’d look like in scrubs or even without any clothes on at all. Damn, I’m in trouble, I thought.
           “Sorcerer Supreme. Hello. You must be Natasha Romanoff. Hard to miss the only red head in the room. I’m Stephen Strange, though I’m certain you already know that. Are you girls talking about me?” a deep voice said behind us, causing us to jump.
           “All good things, I promise. I have an unfortunate habit of researching new people who come into our life. Sorry. Nice to meet you. I…You know I should probably find Wanda. Excuse me. You two talk. Get to know each other,” Natasha commented, a little flustered, before walking off leaving me with the handsome sorcerer.
           “You’re a neuro-surgeon as well? What an impressive skill set,” I commented, breaking the silence.
           “Former neuro-surgeon. I got into a really terrible car accident almost two years ago. I severely damaged my hands to the point where I can’t operate anymore. It left some scars as behind. Both mental and physical,” He held up his hands, lines of scars running down to his wrist.
           “May I?” I asked, gesturing to his hands, hoping I didn’t invade his personal space or boundaries. He nodded and I took one of his hands in mine. With a light touch, I traced over the scars, his skin cool where nearly no circulation traveled to the area. There was also a slight tremor to them even as I held one in my grasp.
           “How did you become Sorcerer Supreme?” I asked. He told me of his training, of his battle with an enemy named Dormammu and of his adventures battling other foes. We moved to a couch to sit down moving from subject to subject. He asked about my powers, I asked for a demonstration of his magic. I talked about life in the compound, about other interests, which I found some he shared with me. We exchanged numbers to keep in future contact if we wanted to. Our conversation flowed very well, cut off when it was time to eat and cut cake.
           “Maybe Strange can help us out from time to time, should we need his help,” Tony mentioned, after a few toasts were given and things began to wind down.
           “Let me know. I’ll be glad to offer assistance. It was a pleasure to meet all of you. I should return to the Sanctum. Thanks for inviting me. Goodnight, Sophie. I enjoyed our conversation tonight. I hope I get a chance to have even more with you sometime,” Stephen said.
           “Goodnight, Stephen. I’m glad I could provide some entertainment for you. You have my number. Send me a text when you feel like hanging out or just talking to someone,” I told him as he smiled, crinkles at his eyes forming and as he walked through a portal to his home. I turned back to see everyone staring at me, heat flushing my face.
           “What?”
           “You gave him your number to talk. I believe he’s going to want more than a conversation,” Tony stated.
           “Don’t be absurd. We’re becoming friends. He’s sweet,” I commented, twirling a strand of hair around one finger.
           “Oh, Sophie. You’ve got it bad for him. I suspect he’s got it bad for you too,” Nat whispered in my ear.
           “Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no way he’d ever date someone like me,” I stated. Funny how things work out.
   Present Day
           “Now this looks perfect. The room is all set up and it took almost all day,” I stated, inspecting the spare room to make sure I had it like I wanted it. Stephen and I had taken a few breaks, one to eat lunch and another for dinner; sandwiches, something simple to continue unpacking the boxes. Other breaks were more for the bathroom or water, sitting side by side, sharing a few kisses or subtle touches to get each other worked up.
           “You’re officially moved in. How about tonight we settle in and watch a movie? Snuggle some. I’m exhausted from all the unpacking. How about you?” Stephen said.
           “Mm-hm. All that teasing and I’d rather curl up in your arms and relax,” I told him through a yawn. I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder.
           “Maybe we can fool around tomorrow. Celebrate a new step in our relationship,” he commented, walking us toward his bedroom, our bedroom, and switching on the light. He stripped down to his underwear, throwing me one his t-shirts to sleep in. I didn’t want to grab a set of pajamas from the other room, too tired to walk back. We climbed in bed and turned on a movie, cuddling close.
           “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this,” he stated during one part, glancing down at me.
           “What? Cuddling all the time?”
           “No. I don’t think I’m going to get used to you living here. Indefinitely. Waking up in the morning and seeing your beautiful face, knowing you’re all mine. I’m excited you’re here Sophie. I love you so much,” he answered.
           “I love you too. I’m happy to be here with you. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here in your arms, in our home,” Stephen kissed me, gentle and long, sliding our bodies under the covers, my head on the pillows, him on top of me. He pulled back, coming back down for more, devouring me. The longer we kissed, the hotter it became, more desire building as we made out. He removed his shirt from my body, followed by my underwear. I pulled down his underwear, Stephen kicking them off when I reached his ankles.
           “So much for fooling around tomorrow. We appear to be moving it up a day,” I told him.
           “Apparently. Let’s go slow. I want to take my time making love to you,” he said, pressing his lips to mine, his hands tracing small patterns on my breasts, my nipples perking up at his touch; heat and wetness pooled in my center. Soft moans escaped my lips as he continued to touch me, going as slow as possible. We took our time, building up the foreplay, reaching a point where we needed to be connected. Stephen reached over in the nightstand and pulled out a condom, sliding it onto his member. He sheathed himself inside my folds, his thrust nice and slow, building up our climaxes. We touched each other as we made love, brushed over each muscle, each limb; my nails dug into his skin, the muscle there rippling as he thrust into me repeatedly.
           Hours crept by, moans, groans, and grunts escaping our lips; we were a sweaty mess by the time of the first climax. Multiple orgasms were achieved that night before we ended up in each other’s arms, sleeping and dreaming about what our future held.
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A/N: Flowers, weeds, they’re all the same to the seraph @thran-duils​. 😉
The sight of you moping, the shroud of self-protection in the form of apathy you erect against the world while secluded in the light-less black of the bunker bedroom you consider your sanctum, and even the dour affect in affront to him - the seraph’s tender concern - on your worst days, the days you wish - pray - things could have gone differently, aches hollow in Castiel’s chest. Every contraction of his heart against the empty feeling scorches fire through his vessel’s vacant veins - a searing reminder he cannot, with angelic grace and unyielding love combined, always protect you from everything bad in life.
He understands, better than most, that sometimes you must fall.
And no matter how long it takes, how much burden of passivity he must bear to respect your need to sort through this alone, hurting as you hurt, he will always be there to pick you up. Patient. Perseverant. Sweet.
Standing outside the closed door to your quarters, limbs at stiff right angles within trench coat sleeves, he reflects on the single stem pinched lightly between his fingertips - a delicate sponged stalk of grass green topped with a fluffy halo of silver-threaded seeds mirrored in the damp blue of his eyes. Studying the glints of hall light catching on the glassy dome of fibers, he gently twirls the dandelion plucked from the roadside gravel outside the bunker, admiring its tenacity, and reflecting on yours; the hardy wildflower held onto to life in impossible conditions, starved of nourishment, shaded from the sun, parched roots somehow clinging to survival until the angel, on a whim, came along to steal the strength and fruits of its struggle so you might make a wish.
The fingers of his free hand flex and close around the doorknob; twisting and pushing inward to breech the wooden barrier, a soft, but resonantly deep, murmur of your name stirs in his throat, rising, resonating to roll on the tip of his tongue.
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CLASSICAL SATANISM TEXT 3 Erecting The Altar Of Satan
The Satanic Altar should be erected in preparation before all Satanic Practices, there is no correct way to set up the Altar written in stone, neither is there any Ritual Tools that are prevalent in all Satanic Systems of Magickal Working. What is put forth here is a suggestion of how the Altar could be set up and the Ritual Implements indicated are those that will be needed for the Ritual Workings and Black Arts contained within this Book. The Altar is often an item of everyday furniture for most people transformed in appearance by it being covered with a Black Altar Cloth, the best form of Altar Cloth is completely Black although it is feasible that it may be adorned with a hand sewn Inverted Pentagram or Inverted Cross, but not the famed Baphomet symbol which has now become way to connected with Atheistic Satanism. At the back corners of the Altar to either end should be two Candles Holders bearing Candles (preferably of Black or Red but if not Ivory hue), at the center of the Altar at the back may be the Black Mirror or an Obsidian Crystal Ball which shall be utilized throughout various Infernal Workings. At the center of the Altar at the front should be The Satanic Pentacle, this may be forged from Wood, Iron, Brass, Pewter or Copper and have painted/inscribed upon it an encircled Inverted Pentagram. To the left of The Satanic Pentacle should lie the Satanist’s Handwritten Grimoire and to the right of it a Candle Snuffer for extinguishing Candles at the end of the Workings. A Dish or Bowl of Metal should be present for the burning of certain items as should be an Oil/Incenser Burner for the burning of certain conducive aromatics. A third Candle Holder and Candle should be placed upon the Altar also, preferably behind the Pentacle and in front of the Mirror/Ball and this is to be lit in honour of the Demon or Demons that are being summoned in the Working to be performed. Other items which may be upon the Altar are a Tool of Divination such as the Tarot or Runes, a small wooden or metal bowl for keeping loose incense or other items and any Parchment Sigils which may be required for the Workings. If Scrying Workings are to take place using other than the Obsidian Ball or Black Mirror then the Scrying Tool should also be present and if the Satanist so wishes a Journal and Pen for making note of messages and visions that may be obtained. Incenses or Oils suitable for burning are Oak, Pine, Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Sulfur or Tobacco. Sufficient lighting will be required around the Ritual Working area also, so either additional Candle Holders or Candle Sconces holding the necessary Candles. Of cause there shall be Workings within the system of Satanic Black Magick relayed in this Book which require additional Implements such as Oaths for Initiation Rites, Black Cord in Binding Workings etc but these shall be explained in additional Notes preceding any Rites or Arts that they are to be used in. The one other item which should be ready upon the Altar is a Parchment or Clay bearing The Seal Of The Sigil Of Nine, this is a unified Sigil forged upon the Magickal Kamea of Saturn formed from the Names of the Nine Demons of the Ruling Echelong of Hell. This Seal acts as a Key to activate The Satanic Pentacle which in turn activates the Ritual Sanctum. Items utilized within the Ritual Working area that are not Instruments of The Satanic Altar should always be used ONLY within the Working Sanctum … this includes Ritual Vestments, Pens or any Tools of Inscribing, Jewelry or Demonic depictions. Vestments (which are traditionally either Black or Red Hooded Ritual Robes) would only be used in these circumstances, but for those who practice wearing ordinary Black clothes should make sure those clothes are never worn anywhere other than the Ritual Working area. Jewelry is the same, many Satanists wear Pendants and/or Rings in Ritual such as Inverted Pentagrams, Inverted Crossess, the Cross of Sulfur and so on, these too should be kept for Ritual use only. Any room may be used for the Practice of Satanic Workings … if it can be the same room each time it is better as that room builds up a Magickal Infernal Aura built from the Rites continued there, this is not mandatory however as it is the Altar itself and particularly The Satanic Pentacle which gestate the Working area. If different rooms are to be employed as the Working Ritual area then some form of chest may be most useful as the Altar so that it can be carried to whatever room is being utilized. If the same room is always to be used then a sideboard, cupboard, table (or the chest) could be used as the Altar, if the Ritual Implements can be stored within the Altar when not in use this is an excellent way to charge the Altar with power constantly. If this is not possible the Ritual Instruments must at least be kept together when not in use in a small chest or box of some kind. ©copyright2018 Brother Nemo
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