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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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Of course James knows what Mistletoe is!

for @siriuslygay1981 - AU- everyone lives, no voldemort - jegulus holiday fluff

He knew what mistletoe was, of course.

In theory.

It was a plant. That one kissed under. Easy enough.

So when the holidays approached and he still hadn't succeeded in building up the courage to kiss the object of his affections, forgive him for taking up a new tactic. It was festive.

The first step?

Get a plant, of course.

But it was cold! It was snowy, and windy, and he didn't really fancy bundling up. So, he figured, all plants were basically the same, right? (He was a very smart person but he wasn't exactly a star in Herbology.)

Good thing he knew where the kitchens were.

He grinned to himself, praising his own intelligence, as he left the kitchens with his plant, and also possibly an entire cake because the house elves insisted.

Step one- check!

The second step?

Hang it up high.

In all the stories he'd heard, the mistletoe had been hung above doors, so he contemplated the perfect door to hang his plant.

Eventually, he settled for the entrance to the dungeons.

Why?

It seemed easy enough to get both of them in that spot at the same time, during a time that might be at least a little more private. He didn't want to embarrass anyone, after all.

So, with Remus grudgingly standing lookout a ways away, he levitated the greenery above the entrance and affixed it with a simple charm, admiring his work for a minute before running back to his friend.

Step two- check!

The third step?

Get both of them there at the same time.

It was odd, he realized. For a group of people who talked a lot about mistletoe, a lot of students didn't seem to want to actually follow through with the tradition. Even pairs who were obvious couples walked under his trap without kissing, and the only reaction he observed were some confused glances and pointing.

Oh, well. James Potter was nothing if not a trendsetter.

So, the next day, he mustered up all of his courage and walked up to his target.

"Can I walk you to Potions, Reg?" He asked in his most gentlemanly voice.

"Bugger off, Potter," the shorter boy said through a grimace, barely looking up from his breakfast.

But James was nothing if not persistent. "C'mon, Reggie! Please?"

Regulus Black looked up, considering. James caught an endeared look in his eye. Ha!

"Fine. I have to go early to work on an essay. Let's go now," Regulus relented.

James couldn't stop himself from beaming as he grabbed Regulus's bag before he could protest, carrying both bags on his left shoulder so he could grab Regulus's hand in his right one. Regulus gave him a look, but didn't pull away.

Step three- check!

His heart positively hammered as they approached the entrance to the dungeons. Would Regulus know what mistletoe was? Would he see it? Would he want to kiss James? They'd spent a lot of time together lately, flirting and playing Quidditch, but perhaps it was just as friends? Regulus was difficult to read...

But, thankfully, Regulus stopped as they reached the door, pointing above them. "Have you seen that?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

Could it be true? Was Regulus hinting that he wanted to kiss him, too?

"Yes," James breathed. "It's-"

"Lettuce. So odd. I wonder who did it," Regulus said while chuckling a bit.

James realized he'd have to explain. "It's a holiday thing, Reg. Mistletoe."

Regulus gave him a long look. For the first time, James began to feel like maybe he was missing something. "Potter, not all plants are used as mistletoe. Mistletoe is a specific type of plant. It has little green leaves and white berries."

Oh, no.

He could feel himself turning red.

Oh, fuck.

"Potter? Did...did you hang the lettuce?" Regulus asked, his expression unreadable.

"No," he muttered, refusing to meet Regulus's eyes.

"Potter. Why did you hang the lettuce?" Regulus pushed, his voice almost gentle, now.

"Erm..." James sighed. 'I wanted to kiss you' sounded so desperate to say out loud.

"You thought it was mistletoe?" Regulus asked.

James squeezed his eyes shut, feeling unbelievably foolish. He nodded.

"And you hung it? And...led me to it? Why? As a joke?" Hurt. Regulus's voice sounded cold and hurt now.

James opened his eyes quickly. "What? No, I-"

"You thought it'd be funny to kiss me, to mess with me like that?" Regulus continued, looking angry, now. "Or were you trying to catch Evans as she went to her class, but you decided to settle for me, instead?"

This was not 'Step Four- Kiss Regulus'. This was not going right. And James was panicking. And sometimes James said stupid things when he panicked. "No, Reg! I just wanted an excuse to kiss you, because that's all I've been thinking about for weeks!"

Regulus stopped ranting then, and stared. "That's not true, Potter."

"Well it bloody well is! Ask Remus, or your brother, or Peter! You're really all I can talk about! It's pathetic!" James said, throwing his hands up in the air. "And I finally came up with such a good plan, and now I buggered it all up!"

But Regulus just took out his wand, and for a moment James thought maybe he was going to hex him, but he pointed it up toward the browning, wilted piece of lettuce on the ceiling.

Suddenly, it began to transform, to a sprig of small leaves and berries, a red bow tying it all together.

"That is mistletoe," Regulus murmured softly, yanking on James's collar and pulling their lips together.

Step four- check!

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black-amortentia · 4 months

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Forgotten Nor Forsaken | Preparations - Snolidays 2023

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader | Warnings: Secret relationship, just fluff and some making out, I let Severus be happy for five minutes, I tried to edit better but I was in a hurry so please excuse mistakes!

This is my story for week three "Preparations" of Snolidays 2023! Though all parts can be read independently, I think I have a fun little narrative going. You can read Week One and Week Two, if you like.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Glittering baubles, tiny fairy lights, and silvery ornaments covered the tree in the Great Hall. You were doing your part, levitating glowing glass balls, so they were dispersed among the green boughs. You keep glancing through the hall, hoping to glimpse the pale face you’d come to appreciate, but there was no use. Severus cared little for Christmas, after all.

Maybe you would just have to take the preparations to him.

Carrying a plate holding two festive cookies, you made your way down the stairs to the dungeons. The familiar path to the potions classroom was gloomy as ever, the stone passages resistant to the application of holiday cheer. Much like the man who called the domain home.

Severus didn’t even look up when you waltzed into the classroom. He could sense your presence now, trained himself not to react due to the clandestine nature of your relationship. Though you earned a raised eyebrow when you shut the door, locking it with a wave of your wand.

His lips twisted into a scowl when you set the cookies in front of him, interrupting what he was working on. “What are you doing?”

You came up behind his chair and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. “Bringing some Christmas cheer to the person who needs it most.”

“I’ve no need of cheer,” Severus grumbled. “Not sure what the point is of it all.”

“It’s supposed to be a time for gratitude. Togetherness.”

A scoff. “Grateful? For what?”

You cupped his cheek with one hand, turning his face to yours. Severus’s dark eyes meet yours, softening slightly when he looked at you. “I wish you would talk to me.”

There was so much Severus seemed to hold back. Like he just couldn’t open up to you all the way. You couldn’t help but think he would be happy if he could unburden himself to someone. Couldn’t he trust you that much by now?

“It is difficult to find joy in these miserable days when so much that was joyous in my life has been lost to me.”

Moving to kneel in front of his chair, you took his face in your hands. “Happiness hasn’t completely forsaken you, Severus. If you would just let it in.”

A flurry of emotion ran through his eyes. “It’s not that simple.”

“No. I suppose it wouldn’t be.” You took out your wand again. “Maybe I have a different tradition you’ll find more appealing.”

With a swish of your wand, a little sprig of mistletoe appears above your heads, bobbing in the air. You gave Severus a little grin, which he returned with a smirk. A tug on your hands brought you into Severus’s lap, his arms circling your waist.

“Now this is some holiday cheer I see value in.” His voice was low before his lips claimed yours.

Severus’s kiss was hungry and heated, stealing your breath away. His arms enveloped you, squeezing you tightly against his solid chest. You grasped his shoulders to steady yourself, going weak at the relentless movements of his mouth.

When you finally broke apart, gasping, Severus’s hold didn’t loosen. His intense, dark eyes bored into yours. Your thumb stroked gently over his sallow cheek. Severus turned his head, pressing a kiss to your palm that made your heart flutter.

“I think you need to get out of this dark dungeon of yours for a while,” you whispered in his ear. “You know where to meet me.”

You pressed one more kiss to his lips before hopping off his lap. You snatched one of the cookies from the plate, chewing it thoughtfully as you climbed the stairs out of the dungeons.

Minerva caught your eye when you stopped off to fetch your scarf and gloves. “Where are you off to?”

“Just a walk. The grounds are so lovely with all the snow.”

“Alone?”

You forced a light laugh. “Who would I go with, Minerva?”

“Hmm…” the older woman muttered with a click of her tongue.

You tried not to falter as you wrapped your scarf around your neck. Surely Minerva didn’t know? Of course, if anyone was shrewd enough to see what you and Severus were hiding, it would be the headmistress.

But you wouldn’t give her anything to aid any suspicions she might have. Maintaining your nonchalance, you followed your usual path out of the castle, cheerfully greeting students and professors along the way.

The little clearing outside the Forbidden Forest had become a haven for you and Severus. Secluded and peaceful, the trees bore witness to countless moments of tenderness and passion between the two of you. Severus would never follow you out directly, but you suspected he had his own sneaky ways out of the castle. There was no telling when he would appear, and you only had a little time to prepare for your plan.

Footsteps crunching in the snow alerted you to Severus’s approach. You crouched among the evergreens, well hidden, watching him scan the clearing for you. He called your name, confusion lacing his voice. When his back was to you, you struck.

A wet splat echoed in the clearing, an explosion of white stark against Severus’s black cloak. Severus whirled around with a glare, preparing to yell at an unruly student. Instead, he was met with the sight of you stepping out of the trees, covering your laughter with your hand.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You summoned me out here for this buffoonery?”

“Afraid you’ll lose?”

That had the intended effect.

Cold bloomed on your shoulder as the snowball fell apart on impact. The smirk on Severus’s face was familiar, but the playful twinkle in his dark eyes almost stopped your heart. You quickly kneeled down and scooped up another handful of snow, determined to take advantage of the moment.

No sooner did you lob the snowball at Severus before one hit you square in the chest. The game was on.

Once quiet and still, the clearing became unrecognizable. The sound of your combined laughter filled the air. The blanket of snow that had covered the ground was in shambles. You were so hurried and uncaring in your movements that you stopped taking the time to form snowballs, flinging handfuls of loose snow at each other.

Doubled over with laughter, your fingers frozen, clothes damp, you were just about to surrender. Severus bent over to scoop up more flakes of ammunition,. He slipped on a patch of ice and went tumbling backwards.

With a little gasp, you hurried over to him. “Severus? Are you all right?”

When you drew close enough, he grabbed your hand and pulled you down on top of him.

“I win.”

His hands gripped your waist, and you found yourself entranced by his face. Eyes glittering brightly, cheeks flushed, lips curled up in a genuine smile. It was the first time you ever saw him so truly and unashamedly happy.

Your faces were cold as you fell into the kiss, but you hardly noticed. Instinctively, your hands went to Severus’s hair, though your woolen gloves prevented you from running your fingers through it properly. Severus held you closer against him, deepening the kiss. One hand squeezed your waist, the other skimming up and down your back.

You pulled away, licking your lips and raising your eyebrow at him. “Sugar cookie?”

“I didn’t want to waste it.”

You were tempted to make a snarky comment about the happiness of the holidays. Even if you were willing to ruin the moment, Severus pulled you into another kiss before you could speak. His claim on your mouth would not let up anytime soon.

You stayed in each other’s arms for a while; the heat blooming between you staving off the wintry air. You let the rest of the world fall away, content knowing that maybe you’d finally brought some honest joy into Severus’s life.

#severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #professor snape #snape #snape fandom #snolidays2023 #snapecelebration2023 #severus snape fluff #severus snape x reader #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x you #severus snape x reader fluff #harry potter

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unbidden-yidden · 3 months

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Tu BiShvat: What and How

By Naftali Silberberg

The 15th of Shevat is the New Year for Trees, known as Tu b'Shevat.

According to Biblical law, there is a seven year agricultural cycle, concluding with the Sabbatical year. When the Holy Temple stood in Jerusalem, on years one, two, four and five of this cycle, farmers were required to separate a tenth of their produce and eat it in Jerusalem. This tithe is called Maaser Sheni, the Second Tithe, because it is in addition to the (two percent which must be given to the Kohain, and the) ten percent which is given to the Levite. On the third and sixth years of the cycle, instead of the owners eating the Maaser Sheni in Jerusalem, they gave this second tithe to the poor, who were permitted to consume it wherever they wished.

[On the Sabbatical year, no tithes are separated. All produce which grows during this year is ownerless and free for anyone to take.]

It was therefore of vital importance to ascertain when the new year started for produce. Our Rabbis established that a fruit which blossomed before the 15th of Shevat is produce of the previous year. If it blossomed afterwards, it is produce of the "new year." [By comparison, grains, vegetables, and legumes have the same New Year as humans, the 1st of Tishrei.] Why is this so? In the Mediterranean region, the rainy season begins with the festival of Sukkot. It takes approximately four months (from Sukkot, the 15th of Tishrei, until the 15th of Shevat) for the rains of the new year to saturate the soil and trees, and produce fruit. All fruit which blossom beforehand are a product of the rains of the previous year, and are tithed together with the crops of the previous year.

Although this day is Rosh Hashanah for trees, we attach special significance to this holiday because "Man is [compared to] the tree of the field" (Deuteronomy 20:19). Through cultivating strong roots – faith and commitment to G‑d – we produce many fruits—Torah and Mitzvot.

Observances and Customs

On this day it is customary to partake of the fruit with which the Holy Land is praised (Deuteronomy 8:8): olives, dates, grapes, figs and pomegranates. If tasting any of these fruit for the first time this season, remember to recite the Shehecheyanu blessing. (A blessing recited on joyous occasions, thanking G‑d for "sustaining us and enabling us to reach this occasion." This blessing is recited before the standard "Ha'etz" blessing recited on fruit.)

Due to the festive nature of the day, we omit the Tachanun sections (petitions for forgiveness and confession) from the prayers.

Source: Chabad.org

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little-diable · 4 months

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The Ghost of Christmas Future – Loki

Part 3 of my Christmas series! A big thank you to @writingliv for writing this with me, I love working with you! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Loki is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Future and he shows the god something that forces him to find his way back to his past lover.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), some angst, mentions death

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader (2.2k words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

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An almost grim expression tugged on the god’s features, fuelled by the annoyance he felt, by the uneasiness radiating off him. Loki paced his quarters, eyes trying to focus on his book, desperate to distract himself from his mother’s Yule preparations. If there was one thing he detested, it was these celebrations, festive days reminding him of people and stories he needed to forget.

The mere thought of being dragged down memory lane by his heavy heart and his aching mind left the god of mischief groaning, he was better than that, he was better than all these pathetic humans that gave into their emotions. With an angry growl rumbling through him, the book Loki had been holding was tossed to his bed, slender fingers combing through his black hair.

This is why he had let her go. This is why he had pushed her away. This is why he needed to get away from her and the pitiful excuse of a life she lived.

Her. The one his heart had been rather fond of, the woman who had managed to lure the god into her trap. It had been easy, too easy, but who was he to deny a challenge. Loki would always win, no matter the game, no matter the rules – at least that’s what he had always believed, till (y/n) had stumbled into his life.

She had managed to bewitch him within seconds, pulling the man into her grasp before either one of them could understand what was happening. It had happened years ago, years where he had snuck away from Asgard with one of his many tricks, finding joy in the simplicity of Midgard. It had been his own fault, he should have stayed away from there, should have listened to the warnings, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and then suddenly it had been too late.

Loki could still feel her pressed against his body, he could still hear her soft voice murmuring his name, calling him back to bed. Memories he needed to get rid of, fast. He was better than that. He was stronger than that. He was smarter than that. He hadn’t been born to live a simple life, he was a god, made for more.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he found himself giving into these memories, lingering on the thoughts that painted her features, allowing him to pick up on the sound of her loud laughter, allowing him to feel her soft skin beneath his cold fingertips. It was torture, pure torture, and yet the feeling had a bittersweet touch to it. An almost addictive pain.

He plopped down on his bed, eyes focused on the expensive looking ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of his memories, a useless try that only pulled him further down the rabbit hole. His teeth grazed his lower lip, about to draw blood, about to sink into the flesh she had kissed many moons ago.

Before he could try to sleep away his memories, wanting to dream of a better life, of an exciting future, he heard his name being called, eyes snapping open. His heart was pounding, beating against his ribcage as he looked at the unfamiliar being standing near his bed.

Loki had seen many ominous creatures in his life, but none looked like this. The spirit seemed to levitate above the ground, only its cloak gracing the marble floor. No face was visible as a grey hood loomed a shadow over any possible features, emanating a freezing chill that ran down the god’s back.

Loki shot up, his hand immediately searching the knife he kept by his bed. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” He asked, ignoring the way his breath had suddenly condensed in front of his lips.

“Silly prince, who am I, you ask?” The voice spoke, letting neither its gender nor species be revealed.

“How dare y-” Loki sneered at the creature until it approached him, forcing him to hold his breath.

“I do not have the time for your scandals, prince. I am here to show you something. Follow me,” the creature turned, hitting Loki with its cloak that felt just like a thicker blow of air. It didn’t turn around to check if the god was following; instead, it walked out of the room and sped its pace. Loki had barely the time to react, following the creature as quickly as it could.

“Where are we going?” The god asked, short of breath as they made their way out of the castle. The halls were empty, it seemed like everyone had disappeared from existence. The ghost did not answer. Instead, it switched directions, almost causing Loki to trip.

“Where are we going? I demand to know,” Loki doubled down as he regained his balance, jogging to catch up the lost distance.

The ghost suddenly stopped, turning back to the god for a glance before looking forward again, nothing more than the deep dark forest standing in front of them. “We are late. A funeral.”

“Wh-” Loki tried to ask, confused. Funeral? Whose funeral? He didn’t know anyone that had died recently. His question, however, died in his throat as fog covered the previously dark forest, acting as a canvas where an image started to form.

Flowers, dozens upon dozens of vases and bouquets filled to the brim with tulips. Midgardian flowers. Loki frowned. His stomach turned. What? He continued to watch the image develop right before his eyes as rows of people filled a snowy cemetery. Cries and moans filled the empty winter air suddenly, far too familiar yet strange for him to point out.

“Why are you showing me this?” He finally broke the silence, his voice cracking under the pressure in his chest.

“How long do midgardians tend to live, prince?” The voice replied, still staring at the image upon them.

“A century? I-” Loki’s head felt as if it was spinning, every Midgardian he had ever met running through his mind. A thought tried to form, but he suppressed it. No. She was maybe thirty by now. She couldn’t-

“If they are healthy. If nothing happens,” The voice doubled down in a dreamy tone. His thoughts were seemingly elsewhere. “Weren’t you the one that loved to underscore their fragility?”

“I-” Loki tried to speak, but his lungs burned, his eyes trying their best to focus on the details of the image upon him, ignoring the sobbing cries.

“Wasn’t she particularly careless?” The ghost finally spoke, and Loki felt his knees buckle. no.

It couldn’t be. He would have found out. He would have known. They would have told him… but how? How? If he had left without telling anyone, simply kissing her on the forehead like he had done every other morning and walking out, never to be seen again? Why would they tell him even if they could? He had done nothing but hurt her.

No.

Loki shook his head.

„You’re lying to me, why are you doing this? Who are you?” One question after another rolled off Loki’s tongue, filling the silence he found himself engulfed by. But the ghost didn’t reply, he kept watching the scene in front of them play out.

Loki had to stop himself from vomiting, unable to stop the bile from rising up in his throat. This had been his wrong doing, his selfishness that had lured him away from her, her, the one his head had grown fond of.

There wasn’t a day where he didn’t think of her, of (y/n), the love he hadn’t got to feel in many moons. The dark voice inside his head had promised him that he was destined for more, made for something by far bigger than what she could offer.

How wrong he had been. How foolish he had been.

“I understand, I do. But please, take me away from here.” The ghost turned back towards Loki, staring him down for a few seconds, watching the tears roll down his cheeks, before the scene finally vanished. Loki’s head was spinning, eyes struggling to focus on something as the ghost kept speaking.

“It’s on you to decide, but remember, the time she has is limited, don’t let any more of it go to waste.” And with one last exhale, the ghost was gone, leaving Loki trapped in nothing but an uncomfortable darkness flooding through his room.

……

„Loki? What am I doing here? Where am I?“ A relieved sigh left Loki as he stared down at her, taking in the features he had last seen in one of his nightmares. His heart was still aching, racing in his chest at the mere thought of ever losing her to Death’s cold grasp.

“You’re in Asgard, I had to see you.” She had been forcefully awoken from her dream, unable to pierce together what was happening as she was dragged away from her home. And yet she hadn’t protested, not speaking up as a wave of familiar comfortableness had flushed through her.

“You kidnap me, because you have to see me? Is that all?” (Y/n) had always been good at seeing through his lies, eyes not letting go of his as she slowly reached out to cup his cheek. Sparks shot down Loki’s back at the familiar touch, oh how he had secretly longed to feel her close once again.

“You were dead, I saw it, saw your dead body.” Confusion tugged on her features, not understanding what the god was speaking. He shook his head to try and get rid of the pictures flushing through his mind once again. “It was in the future, far from now, and yet I couldn’t stand myself for letting you go. I needed to see you, prove myself that you’re still alive.”

“Oh, Loki.” He dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers. No longer did he want to share any meaningless words, no, he wanted to feel her close, wanted to touch the body he had once known like the back of his hand. The kiss was fuelled by their still burning love, tying the two closer together as he pushed her against his best, crawling on top of (y/n).

He could hear her heart racing, could feel her gasps leaving her. Sounds that left him grinning in mischief. His hands started wandering, long fingers that knew their way down to her heat, the place where she ached for him. The moment had something almost unreal to it, like a dream, a faded memory, Loki couldn’t help but wonder if yet another ghost was playing a trick on him, but her sounds were too strong, too honest.

“I damned you for a long time, cursed your name. But yet my body has never not been yours, forever connected with you.” Another kiss was pressed against her lips as his fingers disappeared inside her sweats, teasing the thin fabric of her panties. She has soaked through the fabric, dripping for him, him only.

Within seconds he had her undressed, fabrics finding their way to the ground as he let go of her. Their eyes held contact, allowing her to watch him settle between her thighs, lips kissing their way to her cunt. Soft moans left her, one hand finding his locks as the other tightened its grip on the blanket she was laying on.

“My pretty flower, I missed your taste, I missed your sweet sounds, oh how I missed you.” His tongue brushed through her folds, moaning at her taste as (y/n) arched her back off the mattress. Loki ate her out like a starving man, feasting from her with groans clawing through the two in unison.

For months they had dreamt of moments like this, never willingly admitting to it, even though they were caught by them, unable to escape. His arms found their way around her thighs, keeping her close as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, thumb circling her pulsing bundle.

She was a shuddering mess, made for the God’s eyes, for his hands, and his tongue. She was his, in all her glory. And deep down Loki couldn’t help but promise to her, and to himself, that she’d never leave his side again.

His name rolled off her tongue, like a dark secret spoken in the depth of the night, like a prayer made to save her damned soul. A sound that left Loki groaning in satisfaction, adding more speed to the movements of his tongue and fingers. She was close, he could tell, and all he was focused on was making her cum on his tongue.

(Y/n) tightened her grip on his locks, eyes squeezed shut to give into the quiet call of her name. She came with a loud gasp, head thrown back, teeth buried in her lower lip. Loki watched her unfold, kept fucking her with his tongue through her high, before he slowly let go of her.

The god crawled up her body, lips meeting hers to allow (y/n) to taste herself before he plopped down next to her, pulling her into his chest. And with another kiss pressed to her forehead he tightened his grip on her, promising to hold her close till the end of her time.

#Loki smut #little-diable christmas23 #Loki x reader #Loki imagine #marvel smut

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bestestspirit · 1 year

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Bestest Spirit Showdown is over!

Congratulations to Belonging Guide!

My name is Fia, and I thank you for your participation.

(click the image to see it better)

64 spirits were elected in the preliminary round to participate in this tournament.

Who wasn't included: office spirits, npcs who aren't spirits, beta spoilers.

Links to the polls can be found under readmore

Preliminaries

Isle of Dawn • Daylight Prairie • Hidden Forest • Valley of Triumph • Golden Wasteland • Vault of Knowledge • Season of Gratitude • Season of Lightseekers • Season of Belonging • Season of Rhythm • Season of Enchantment • Season of Sanctuary • Season of Prophecy • Season of Dreams • Season of Assembly • Season of The Little Prince • Season of Flight • Season of Abyss • Season of Performance • Season of AURORA • Season of Remembrance • Days Events Guides • Redemption round

Round One

Part 1

Prophet of Fire vs Scarecrow Farmer

Frantic Stagehand vs Laughing Light Catcher

Scolding Student vs Confetti Cousin

Peeking Postman vs Manta Whisperer

Doublefive Light Catcher vs Jelly Whisperer

Pleading Child vs Cackling Cannoneer

Levitating Adept vs Timid Bookworm

Seed of Hope vs Jumpsuit Rainbow Guide

Chill Sunbather vs Tearful Light Miner

Tiptoeing Tea Brewer vs Stretching Lamplighter

Stealthy Survivor vs Sleepy Traveler

Admiring Actor vs Bloom Guide

Playfighting Herbalist vs Questgiver

Frightened Refugee vs Performance Guide

Prophecy Guide vs Fainting Warrior

Cargo Pants Rainbow Guide vs Sassy Drifter

Part 2

Crab Whisperer vs Rallying Thrillseeker

Warrior of Love vs Hide'n'seek Pioneer

Belonging Guide vs Praying Acolyte

Laidback Pioneer vs Flight Guide

Boogie Kid vs Bereft Veteran

Mischief Guide Samantha vs Mischief Guide Skidmore

Ushering Stargaser vs Slouching Soldier

Gloating Narcissist vs Saluting Protector

Troupe Juggler vs Abyss Guide

Bearhug Hermit vs Festival Spin Dancer

Blushing Prospector vs Rhythm Guide

Assembly guide vs Light Whisperer

Butterfly Charmer vs Cheerful Spectator

Young Skater vs Krab Walker

Bird Whisperer vs Daydream Forester

Backflipping Champion vs Gratitude Guide

Round 2

Prophet of Fire vs Frantic Stagehand

Scolding Student vs Peeking Postman

Doublefive Light Catcher vs Cackling Cannoneer

Timid Bookworm vs Seed of Hope

Chill Sunbather vs Stretching Lamplighter

Sleepy Traveler vs Bloom Guide

Old Questgiver vs Performance Guide

Prophecy Guide vs Sassy Drifter

Crab Whisperer vs Warrior of Love

Belonging Guide vs Flight Guide

Boogie Kid vs Mischief Guide Samantha

Slouching Soldier vs Gloating Narcissist

Troupe Juggler vs Bearhug Hermit

Rhythm Guide vs Light Whisperer

Butterfly Charmer vs Young Skater

Daydream Forester vs Gratitude Guide

Round 3

Frantic Stagehand vs Peeking Postman

Cackling Cannoneer vs Seed of Hope

Stretching Lamplighter vs Bloom Guide

Performance Guide vs Prophecy Guide

Crab Whisperer vs Belonging Guide

Boogie Kid vs Slouching Soldier

Bearhug Hermit vs Light Whisperer

Young Skater vs Daydream Forester

Quarterfinals

Frantic Stagehand vs Cackling Cannoneer

Stretching Lamplighter vs Performance Guide

Belonging Guide vs Slouching Soldier

Bearhug Hermit vs Young Skater

Semifinals

Cackling Cannoneer vs Performance Guide

Belonging Guide vs Bearhug Hermit

Final Round

Performance Guide vs Belonging Guide

Cackling Cannoneer vs Bearhug Hermit [for 3rd place]

Friendly matches

Bloom Guide vs Admiring Actor's Butt

Performance Guide's Booty vs Admiring Actor's Buttchecks

Sneezing Geographer vs Provoking Performer

The War

The Rose vs Void of Shattering

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methodman13 · 5 months

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Ariel & The Culture: Blending Afrofuturism and Música Tropical at Levitation Festival

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#afrofuturism #Ariel & The Culture #Concert Photography #Concert Review #Empire Garage #Levitation #Levitation 2023 #Music Festival #Musica Tropical

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atlantamusicguide · 1 year

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Levitation Festival Day Two 10/28/22

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#Acid Dad #austin texas #festival season #Godspeed! You Black Emperor #HillyMonster Photography #HOOVERiii #king gizzard and the lizard wizard #Leah Senior #Levitation Fest #Live Music #The Legendary Pink Dots

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titouanmasse · 1 year

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LEVITATION DAY 2 Crazy evening where I didn't stop jumping from a venue to another! #levitation #festival #austin #texas #dood (à Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkUBoaarR__/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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vantardigrada · 2 months

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Ok, so I found something I wrote the day after finishing season 2. Didn’t know that this still existed…

It was a nice day. All the days had been nice lately. The summer took its last breaths, fading slowly into autumn. It was the beginning of october, still it was as warm as on a nice day in late august. Almost as if somebody up there wanted the London people to have a bit more of this amazing summer. But in the last two days autumn was finally and inevitable setting in. The green leaves of trees startet to intensify to a bright, pretty yellow as if the city was preparing for a festive occasion.

Now on that certain Wednesday in a bookshop in Soho, an angel appeared on the footstep of an old bookshop. They took out their keys to open the bookshop as a matter of course and stepped into the room behind the doors. The air was filled with the smell of antique books, wood and humid soil. No books were missing, as if they would ever sell one, if something they would buy more books instead. Everything was exactly like when the angel left the bookshop.

“I’m back!”

the angel said to the empty room.

“And I brought you something. As you know, I spend the morning with Maggie and Nina to learn about humans and their lives. Maybe you should come with me some time, it would be nice for you to meet up with somebody else than me and your plants. And they are always asking about you. Nobody really knows what happend, but they are your friends after all, Crowley. They worry about you.”

“Anyway Maggie gave me a strange looking thing, a ‘vinyl’ she called it. I don’t know what it’s for, but she said, you would enjoy it. I’m uncertain about how to use it, so I’ll just put it here, yes?”

They reached out for placing the vinyl on a dusty old desk in the back of the room, full with chaos, as if the owner left in a hurry and never gave heed returning to clean it up. It was a strange contrast to the, well not really tidy, but at least dust-free rest of the bookshop. In the last moment they withdrew their hand, thinking better of it. Instead they placed it on one of the tables by the window, carrying plants.

A dark snake stared at the angel with sad yellow eyes. It was huddled up in one of the top branches of a plant, that looked a lot like it specifically grew, so a snake from this size could make itself comfortable up there, a bit closer to heaven.

“Come on Crowley, get down there, or I will make you!”

The snake laid its head back down on the branch and closed its eyes.

“No! You have to show me the vinyl-thing. I am curious.”

The angel began to glow slightly and their feet lifted from the ground. They levitated in the air, just high enough to pick the snake up and settle it on their shoulders. The snake didn’t resist. The angel and the snake only knew each other for a couple of weeks but they had an unspoken understanding. They each gave what the other one was missing, for Crowley it meant companionship to get him out of his dark and ever wandering and spiraling thoughts from time to time. As for the angel, the silent presence of the snake gave them stability in a world they had yet to discover for themself. The last weeks they had carved out a place for themselves in this world, in this bookshop.

The angel started reorganizing some books in a systematic order that wasn’t quite understandable for another person. The snake rested on their shoulders, a familiar and calming weight in this ever changing city full of weird and hardly understandable things.

After a while of rearranging and dusting the angel heard a noice coming from behind them. No, it was music. The strange looking device they always wondered about, had begun to move, the black disc they had brought, spinning around its own center. How did it get there?

“Did you do this? What is happening?”

The snake didn’t reply. The room fell silent again, just the music carried on, a simple melody, a man singing of love and loss. Then the music grew more intense, and the angel had the impression that the snake next to their ear was humming. Was that possible? Could snakes hum? Well, Crowley was no normal snake so they stopped wondering and listend to the music. They liked the way the unfamiliar sounds made them want to move.

“Save me, Save me, Save me, I can’t face this life alone”

the man sang. The angel wasn’t sure of how this device worked but somehow they doubted that Crowley didn’t chose this song willingly.

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#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #a waterbear attempts to write

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