and amber will kill me for this one as well

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Top 10 Outlander Episodes as voted by my followers: 02. Dragonfly In Amber

If I have to endure 200 years of purgatory 200 years without you, then that is my punishment that I have earned for my crimes, for I have lied, killed, stolen, betrayed and broken trust. But when I stand before God, I’ll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest. Lord you gave me a rare woman and God, I loved her well!

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25 Days of Outlander - Day 4 / Favourite Line Directly from the Book 
‘I will find you,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you – then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.’
      His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
      ‘Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.’
(Timor Mortis Conturbat Me, Dragonfly in Amber)

anonymous asked:

May I request a poly Roadrat where they have triplets? Two girls and a little boy, who Jamie likes to call his little ankle biter.

“Ada! Cel! Kai! You three off of the counter right now!”

Your hands were on your hips, eyes narrowed as you stared your three two-year olds down, their eyes round as they looked back at you guiltily. Never in your life could you believe there would be anyone who could usurp Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes as the troublemakers of your family but your three rugrats proved your assumptions wrong effortlessly. A part of you figured that the way the three of you worked had been somehow genetically passed down into your children; the three always having one another’s backs, getting into as much trouble as they got one another out of. But you couldn’t fault them for it, it soothed something in your heart to know that despite all that the three of you had been through, despite the fact that you all had lived with targets on your backs, trusting no one but each other (until Overwatch’s recall), that they would have someone to rely on. Each other. As endearing as you found it, they still managed to drive you up the wall…even if they were using their patented puppy dog faces.

Adelaide, Celyn and Kai Fawkes-Rutledge, born on a comfortably warm Tuesday, March 4th 2079. Adelaide had Jamison’s bright amber eyes while Celyn had Mako’s gray and Kai possessed your brown. Kai’s hair was damn near snow white when you had given birth but had darkened to Jamie’s straw blonde, Adelaide and Celyn’s hair black as night like Mako’s used to be. All three of them were now covered in freckles, the melanated spots claiming more and more surface area as the days went along. Their cheeks were still full and rounded, often stuffed with treats or sweets like they had been trying to attain from the kitchen counter. The three of them quickly scrambled down and off the chair, each of them possessing enough humility to have their heads dipped down guiltily.

“Now my three little monkeys”, you teased, crouching down so that you could see them face to face. Their eyes dipped down but you didn’t miss their soft giggles and smiles that tugged at their lips. Adelaide’s hands jumped up, covering her lips to hide her grin. “What have I said about climbing on things? You want to fall and bump your heads?”

For good measure you lightly tapped all three of them on the head with your closed fist, each of them giving an exaggerated ‘ouch’ before breaking into a fit of laughter.

“You’d break daddy’s and papa’s and mommy’s heart”, you sighed dramatically, placing your hand over your heart and falling back onto your kitchen floor. The three kids surged forward, all laughter and kisses and hugs and ‘oh no, we gotta fix mama’. Resisting the urge to giggle yourself, you threw your arm to the side, the back of your hand hitting the floor with a soft thwack. Celyn pulled your arm up only for it to fall back to the floor with a thunk, your eyes closed tight and tongue hanging from your mouth. That sent them into another fit of titters as they circled around you, playfully lifting your arm and poking at your cheek, Kai going as far to ‘carefully’ push your eyelid up.

“Welly welly well…what do we got here?”

One of your eyes peeked open, catching sight of Jamison, the man grinning, amber eyes glowing mirthfully. He was shirtless and his sleep shorts hung low on his hips, his hair somehow more mussed than normal. The three of you often played these dramatic little games with the kids, your triplets absolutely eating up and enjoying how playful and reactive you could be. The three of you reacted to one another effortlessly, so he began to play along, face morphing into one of faux concern.

“They’ve killed me”, you stated simply as he moved further into the kitchen, faking a pretend sob as he crouched down next to you. “Broke my heart right in two! Trying to climb up on the counter, scared me half to death! Boohoohoohoo!”

“Mama don’t cry! It’s okay!”

“You’re okay, you’re okay!”

“Sorry mama, we’re sorry!”

You took a dramatic breath in, winking at Jamison before sitting all the way up and opening both of your eyes.

“I’m alive again”, you say, throwing your arms wide and almost getting barreled over before Jamie caught you, sitting directly behind you. The kids pressed sloppy kisses to your cheeks and you and Jamie ruffled their hair.

“Papa we saved mama”, Celyn exclaimed looking over your shoulder and up, their name for Mako making you tilt up. He was still dressed in his pajamas, sweatpants and a large t-shirt with a Mickey Mouse face on it. He was maskless as he tended to be more after the birth of the kids, a playfully look in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips.

“Lil anklebiters killed her but brought her right back like Ang does yeah”, Junkrat teased playfully as Mako moved further into the kitchen, making it only a step in before Kai threw himself at Roadhog’s ankle and wrapping his arms tight around his thick, sweatpants covered calf. “You lot got magic, huh?”

“Nope for mama only!”

“Yep for mama!”

“Sorry daddy!”

Mako snorted and you fell into a fit of laughter as Jamison shot his kids a betrayed look, no real hurt behind his gaze only play.

“Well that ain’t fair”, Junkrat whined, huffing heavily, the arms wrapped around his waist crossing across your center.

“Neither is life”, you intoned with giggle and a shrug of your shoulders.

“She’s right Rat”, Mako answered as he began to open and close the cabinets, pulling various items out and setting them on the counter.

All the while, Kai held on, giggling as Mako made exaggerated movements for his son’s sake. Adelaide still sat curled up in your lap, playing with your hair while Celyn was standing to the side, sympathetically patting her father’s face with her hand as she tried to soothe his pouting. Warmth spread throughout your chest, cheeks glowing with happiness as you peered around at your family, happy and giggling and together. This was greater than any heist or treasure you three had stolen, better than any sight you had seen on your travels. 


Mako was still Roadhog, a force of destruction to be reckoned with, deadly and ruthless on the field when on missions. Jamison was still Junkrat, the crazed demolitions expert who could create bombs and explosives with a practiced expertise, chaotic and haphazard. But Mako was also Papa, the man who made breakfast almost daily and cuddled with the best of them and couldn’t say no to the teary puppy dog face he knew the kids were manipulating him with. Jamison was daddy, the best storyteller in the whole world, who created bath bombs that bubbled and glittered and filled the tub with swirling colorful suds, and gave the best ‘airplane’ rides. You all had found your niche, found your place. This was home and this was perfect.

“Pancakes”, Mako asked, but more or less indicated that he was already making them, more or less asking if anyone would like to help.

“Yes!”

“I love pan-cakes!”

“I  wanna stir!”

“No no I wanna!”

“Me me me!”

“Papa lemme stir!”

You laughed as all three of the kids clambered off of you and towards Mako, the man already having three small bowls and spoons to separate their own batter and add-ins into. Leaning back into Jamie, still on the floor you gave a soft sigh, the kids climbing into their seats as Mako gave instructions on what to do and how to help.

“This…is the life.”

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“I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you— then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.” His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. “Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.” ~ Dragonfly In Amber 

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13 DAYS OF OUTLANDER ~ 2x13 Dragonfly in Amber | Favorite Moments 2 / 2

“But I’ll find you. I promise. If I have to endure two hundred years of purgatory. Two hundred years without you – then that is my punishment, for I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, killed, stolen…betrayed, and broken trust. But whan I stand before God, I’ll have one thing to say, to weigh against all the rest. Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, God I loved her well!” 

sami zayn { spiders }

   NOTE: So earlier, I posted this idea I had for a one shot. I got several different names and as a result, I’m writing a few different versions of the idea. This one is Sami Zayn’s and it resulted from me wanting to write a slightly more dominant Sami and lots of fluff. Because yasss. So this is the first one, it is Sami Z x reader. 

   TAGGING: @alexablss who is like.. my rad partner in crime. I enjoy talkin to you, girl! Also, since @believe-that-001 liked my last Sami Zayn thing, I tagged ya. Hope it’s okay? If anyone else wants to be tagged ( since I can’t / don’t take requests ) feel free to say something. – Love, Amber

  WARNINGS: Partial nudity, steamy makeout, Amber’s potty mouth ( because I have headcanons about Sami and Swearing…) and yahhh. That’s it basically.


Originally posted by msgem

I hate the eight legged, jillion eyed fuckers, okay? And normally, if I even think I see one, a panic attack of epic proportions occurs. I’m not really sure why, but anyway.. I’d just stepped out of the shower when I felt something crawling down my chest. When I looked down, I screamed bloody murder and swatted at the damn thing, sending it flying, but by then, I’d done it.

I’d woken up my sleeping room mate, Sami. And almost as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, sleepy eyed with his curly red hair sticking up every which way, yawning and staring at me as if I’d lost my damn mind, I felt infintely guilty for waking him because his flight had gotten in at 2, which mean he’d only gotten a solid 3 hours of sleep.
I didn’t feel guilty enough to not launch my nearly naked form against him, hiding my face in his chest as I shook like I’d just witnessed a fucking murder, but I did feel guilty.

“I’m sorry, I just.. Spider.. On my body..” I muttered into his skin, trying to calm down.  Sami groaned quietly and at the time, I honestly figured that it had more to do with me screaming him awake over a stupid spider than any affect I may or may not be having on him..

It hit me a few seconds later when I actually met his gaze… Normally, Sami is the kind of guy who flusters really, really easily.. I mean super easily. I’ve walked around in a t shirt and panties before, just to go grab something out of the dryer to put on and he spent the entirety of the next three hours apologizing because he’d seen me and stammering, or blushing when he’d look at me. This morning, that wasn’t the case. Maybe it was the lack of sleep the poor guy had gotten, maybe it was something else, but.. I felt his lips brush my forehead as his hands moved slowly up and down my bare back.. It hit me that we were both standing there shirtless and his skin felt… warm, comfortable against mine. I could feel the defined chest muscles, the steady and calming thump of his heart as it beat and I bit my lower lip.

“Did you see where it went?” he asked, his voice thicker and somehow, I swear to God, the Canadian accent even sounded more pronounced somehow. His eyes met mine and there was no… Like normally, he’d not be able to meet my eyes if he saw me in any state of undress and I’ve spent the better part of nearly six months since he moved in trying to figure out why, but he was holding my gaze now.

“I.. I don’t know.. I was kinda more worried about keeping it off my tatas.” I muttered the words quietly, stammering just a little as I felt the insides of my thighs getting slick. The way he was acting right now was really turning me on.. Then again, it seems like everything about him lately sort of turns me on. Even the little things…

To my surprise, rather than go red faced, he chuckled, muttered something that vaguely sounded like he’d said “Can’t have that happening.” before disappearing into  the bathroom, appearing in the hallway again a few minutes later with a  magazine, the spider smooshed neatly on top of it.

He threw it in the garbage and then his eyes met mine again. Sheepishly, I muttered an apology. I actually apologized pretty profusely and he shook his head, he shrugged it off.. I swallowed hard when I realized that naturally, we’d migrated closer to one another. His hand lingered at my hip and my hand lingered at his chest. When our hips really brushed, I couldn’t resist anymore and I moved even closer, closing the distance between our bodies so that there was no space left. My fingers played along his chest and I bit my lip as I looked up at him and after a few seconds, I managed to thank him.

“It’s not a big deal. The spider wasn’t even really that big.. I mean not that I blame you for being scared in the first place.” he trailed off, hints of that more awkward side peeking through again for a moment as he shook his head, muttered to himself about how he needed to shut the fuck up before he made things awkward.. But he had me curious, I wanted to know what he was wanting to say so badly.

“What?”
“I was going to say that I was glad I was the one who was here, who got to kill it? Instead of some other guy?” he bit his lip, his hand smoothed over the back of his head and he swore to himself quietly. It clicked for me then, just what he was hinting at and just why he got so easily flustered around me.

It also hit me why I continued to fluster him and flirt with him… I wanted him back.. I wanted him just as much, if not more.

“Me too.” I admitted, eyes locked on his lips, my own tingling for a taste of his kiss.. A taste that he obliged me a few seconds later when he picked me up, sat me down on the double vanity counter in the bathroom and I wrapped my legs around him, purely on instinct. He gasped against my lips as he rubbed against me, purely on accident, and I knew he had to feel it, I was soaked through. I was practically dripping wet.

“Fuck.” he captured my lip between his teeth, nipping at it, his tongue parting my lips seconds later as his fingers tangled in my hair and his hand went across the back of my neck, pulling my mouth into his even deeper. “Sami?” his name left my lips in the form of a question and it was enough to give him pause, make him look at me.

“Did you not want me to kiss you? Shit.. I’m..”
{ It’s so fucking cute how he does that.} I thought dumbly to myself before quickly shaking my head no, adding in a breathless tone that I’d wanted him to kiss me, but I honestly hadn’t thought he’d ever do it, or that he’d ever even want to kiss me. “Oh no, no.. Trust me.. I wanted you to do that.” I muttered the words against his lips as I slid my arms up, around his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck as I put everything into kissing him back.

His hands gripped me tighter, moving me even closer to him as he looked down at me and let out this low growl of approval, tongue slowly trailing over his lip. “I want..” he started, going silent.. He was trying to figure out the best way to say something, I could tell by the thoughtful look in his eyes.. I bit my lip and looked up at him, trying to get myself back under control.

“Yeah?” my lips were back against his again, the word left my mouth and it was swallowed by his when he nipped at my lips hungrily, hands gliding up and down my sides before the one drifted back to my hair and neck to pull me into the kiss deeper.

“I want to be the guy who kills the spiders.” he mumbled the words, breaking the kiss to look at me, almost as if he were waiting on me to answer. I nodded, trailing my fingertip down his chest. “I want to be the girl who flusters you so badly that you almost throw an entire root beer on the kitchen floor.” and he chuckled a little, leaning in. “You  already are.”

“Well then, Sami, you definitely already are.”

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25 Days of Outlander: Day 4 → Favorite Line Directly from the Book

“I will find you,“ he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest." 

His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. 

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”  (Dragonfly in Amber)

A Christmas Miracle part two

A little festive fun with Negan

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25 days of outlander | day four 
favorite line directly from the book

“I will find you, he whispered in my ear. I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest. 

His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”

― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

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          “I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”

          His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. “Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

I will find you, I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you, then that’s my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest. Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
—  Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon (p.889).
Lord, Ye Gave Me a Rare Woman.

“I will find you,“ he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”

His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”


― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

Thank you, Sam Heughan, for delivering these lines better than I could have ever imagined them.

I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”
His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
“Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
—  Dragonfly in Amber - Diana Gabaldon
SPOILER ALERT ABOUT RWBY VOLUME 3, EPISODE 12

I know that I cannot watch but I will watch it when the last episode is released on YouTube so I will wait for weeks, sorry!

First, I saw and I realized what their faces of Taiyang and Weiss’ Father looks like:

Second…JUST LOOK AT OZPIN! HE IS SO COOL AND I WANNA HUG HIM! BTW, HE IS REALLY AWESOME AND BADASS!!!

And…I don’t know what kind of weapon of Ozpin was that? Can you tell me via ask box? Hint: It’s a sword.

GO, BEAT CINDER NOW! GO FOR IT OZPIN!

Third is Cinder Vs. Phyrra

BUT ONE THING IT REALLY BROKE MY HEART IS THIS:

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, CINDER?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DONE?! YOU KILLED AMBER (FALL MAIDEN) AND NOW PHYRRA?!

NOW YOU MAKE ME ANGRY AND UPSET ONE LAST TIME!!!!!!! (SINCE VOLUME 3, EPISODE 9)

And just look at Yang…sorry she’s in the hospital for now…

And now…Team RJNR… THE BEGINNING OF SUFFERING FOR ME!

Woops, another one…HERE IT GOES MY SUFFERING NOW…

SALEM…

SCARY EYES AND I DON’T LIKE HER AS WELL…. ;u;

CONCLUSION: WELCOME TO HELL AND MAKE ME DIE!! AND IT MAKES ME WANNA SCREAM AND UPSET!!!

And about Penny…I think we will see in Volume 4.

Three times Jamie was prepared to lose Claire to the stones - and one time  she refused to let him be prepared

“My lady,” he said softly. “My… Claire. It’s no use in waiting. I must part wi’ ye now.“

My lips were too stiff to speak, but the expression on my face must have been as easily readable as usual.

“Claire,” he said urgently, “it’s your own time on the other side of… that thing. You’ve a home there, a place. The things that you’re used to. And… and Frank.”

“Yes,” I said, “there’s Frank.”

Jamie caught me by the shoulders, pulling me to my feet and shaking me gently in supplication.

"There’s nothing for ye on this side, lass! Nothing save violence and danger. Go!” He pushed me slightly, turning me toward the stone circle.

– Outlander

—–

“Claire,” he said quietly. “Tomorrow I will die. This child… is all that will be left of
me—ever. I ask ye, Claire—I beg you—see it safe.”

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.

At last I bent my head to him, the wind grieving in my ears.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes. I’ll go.”

– Dragonfly in Amber

—–

“If it will be a choice between her and one of us — then it must be me. Ye know that, aye?”

I knew that. If Geilie should be there, still, and one of us might be killed in stopping her, it must be Jamie to take the risk. For with Jamie dead, I would be left — and I could follow her through the stone, which he could not.

“I know,” I whispered at last. I knew also what he did not say, and what he knew as well; that should Geilie have gone through already, then I must go as well.

“Then kiss me, Claire,” he whispered. “And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

– Voyager

—–

I felt him draw back a little, and fumble under the pillow. Then his hand came round me again, but this time seeking the hand that lay on his leg. His fingers curled into mine, and I felt a small, hard, roundish object thrust into my hand.

I heard him swallow.

The stone, whatever it was, seemed slightly warm to the touch. I ran a thumb slowly over it; a raw stone of some kind, but big, the size of one of my finger-joints.

“Jamie …” I said, feeling my throat close.

“I love you,” he said, so softly that I barely heard him, close as we were.

I lay still for a moment, feeling the stone grow warmer in the palm of my hand. Surely it was imagination that made it seem to throb in time with my heart. Where on earth had he gotten it?

Then I moved—not suddenly, but with deliberation, my body sliding slowly free of his. I rose, feeling light-headed, and crossed the room. Pushed open the window to feel the sharp touch of the autumn wind on my naked bed-warm skin, and drawing back my arm, hurled the tiny object into the night.

Then I came back to bed, saw his hair a dark mass on the pillow, and the shine of his eyes in the moonlight.

“I love you,” I whispered, and slid under the sheet beside him, putting my arms around him, hugging him close, warmer than the stone—so much warmer—and his heart beat with mine.

“I’m none so brave as I was before, ken?” he said very softly. “Not brave enough to live without ye anymore.”

But brave enough to try.

– A Breath of Snow and Ashes

“I will find you,“ he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”

His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”

—  Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

Outlander Eps “Dragonfly In Amber”

Book Chaps 1-5 and 46-49

It was nearly dark. He came behind me and held me, leaning back against him as he looked over my shoulder, out over the valley. The lights of watchfires  had begun to spring up, small glwoing dots in the far distance. W were silent for a long time, as the evening deepened. It was very quiet on the hill: I could hear nothing but Jamie;s even breathing, each breath a precious sound.

“I will find you” he whispered in my ear “ I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you – then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen: betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God. I shall have one thing to say, so weigh againsy the rest”

His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.

“Lord, ye gave me a rare women, and God! I loved her well”

The Third Future

Summary: A world overrun by dragons is nowhere to raise a child. But no matter what fate befell the wizards themselves, the baby had to survive.
Pairing: StingYu

Chapter One:
Ch. 2
Ch. 3
Ch. 4

August, X791

It had actually been a bit disappointing when after all the incessant panic, all the bone chilling warnings, only three dragons emerged from the eclipse gate. The beasts were bested with relative ease and after the post-games banquet, all the wizards returned to their guilds and the spectators to their homes and places of business.

A sense of overwhelming pride overtook the Kingdom of Fiore and all of its inhabitants. In the days and weeks following the aborted dragon invasion, mage and shopkeeper alike saw themselves as invincible - powerful beyond measure. After all, what could possibly break down a people that defeated mythology’s most frightening creatures?

And not a single soul could have anticipated that this great victory was nothing more than a fluke.

The first attack - the real one, that is - wilted Fiore’s blooming capital while all its most powerful wizards were miles away. The devastation was as swift as it was shocking; the city reduced to ash and rubble and its citizens, those lucky enough to escape with their lives, ran off as a classless, nameless mass with nothing more than the clothes on their backs to tell the tale.

The nightmare had returned, ten thousand strong, and they were all but executed in their sleep.

November, X792

The first attempt to retake Crocus and send the dragons back through the eclipse gate.

The result: complete failure.

Three dragon slayers, slayed by dragons. Gone but never forgotten.

A team without its namesake.

A promise to return, forever unfulfilled.

Countless adventures never to be discovered.

Hope? The very thought of it all but irretrievably lost.

March, X793

As she sat at Sting’s desk, balancing Sabertooth’s expenses for the previous month, it dawned on Yukino how bleak her situation actually was.

“You do realize,” Rufus began, standing in the office’s doorway, “that only a guild master should be obligated to deal with such dreadful jobs.”

“He’ll be exhausted when he returns.” She didn’t put it past Sting to try and complete some menial task after a dragon slaying campaign. He was still in possession of that false kind of energy of those driven by their remorse.

“You always say when instead of if,” the Make mage remarked. “I’ve never known you as one to rely on good luck.”

“There is no luck involved, Rufus-sama,” she replied, somewhat testily. This was not soemthing she particularly wanted to discuss. “Sting-sama and Rogue-sama are incredibly strong.”

“Natsu Dragneel and Gajeel Redfox were even stronger than they are,” the blond pointed out. “And what, exactly, became of them? It escapes my memory.”

Yukino shut her eyes, thinking of how worn Lucy had seemed the last time she saw her. Hollow, like the very soul had been sucked from her body. And Levy had been simply inconsolable. It hadn’t occurred to her before then how physically taxing perpetually missing someone could be.

“What is it that you wish to accomplish, Rufus-sama, besides mocking my acts of courtesy?”

Courtesy? Was that what they were calling it now? The minstrel laughed tersely. “As your closest friend who hasn’t yet died emotionally, or otherwise, I want you to tell that tasteless idiot that you love him; or at the very least that you’re carrying his child, before things manage to get any worse than they are now.”

The celestial mage paled considerably. “How do you…I mean, I’m not.” She pressed a hand against her abdomen protectively. “I can’t be. Not now, when the world is-“

“You are aware that this is not something you can simply wish away?” He gazed at her intently from behind his mask. Somewhere between the pool parties and collaborations on jobs, he’d come to care for the young woman like a sister. “Although there are ways to terminate this…circumstance. If you act quickly, that is.”

“I know, you’re right,” she rested her head in her hands, eyes straining against a downpour of tears.

“But?” He prompted.

“But,” the woman continued, “I need time.” She needed to come to terms with it herself before she told him. Otherwise, she’d be a mess.

“Pity,” the red minstrel adjusted his hat. “That seems to be the only thing that we don’t have.”

Later that night Yukino stood at her window with a steaming mug of chamomile tea, mulling over her nakama’s words. Though usually a simple glance skyward would uplift her, on this particular night the familiar faces of stars in the sky did little to soothe her worries.

However, the sight of a certain dragon slayer turning the corner onto her street did the trick.

“Oi, Yukino! Can I come up?”

“Of course!” She called down, for once unconcerned with the her volume. The neighbors would be fine.

Just as she turned to head downstairs and unlock the door, the dragon slayer climbed up onto her balcony.

The celestial mage rolled her eyes at this. “Sting-sama,” she sighed. “My landlord is going to think you’re an intruder-” she was silenced by a pair of lips pressed against her own. “W-what was that for?”

“I guess I missed you.” He shot her a smirk that heated every iota of her.

“Me too.” She shut her eyes, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Every day she read about the dragons and witnessed the clues of their devastation in her daily life. It was like a knot of anxiety uncoiled within her every time he returned.

“Where’s Lector?” she questioned, trying to change the subject to something less emotional.

“He went home with Rogue and Frosch,” he explained. “I went to the guild first to finish up a few things but everything was done already.”

At this Yukino shrugged, trying hard to seem inconspicuous. “Maybe you miscalculated the workload.”

“Maybe someone’s gotten better at forging my signature,” he ‘speculated.’

She giggled at that. It took a lot of practice to make her handwriting that sloppy.

“You don’t have to keep doing my paperwork, Yukino.” He didn’t want to take advantage of her.

“It’s alright,” she said, picking up her mug and leading the conversation inside. “I don’t have much else to do.”

“Well,” he smirked, lightly tugging at the loose belt of her robe. “Allow me to entertain you.”

Yukino sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation would lead; straight to her bed. “Well,” she nipped at the side of his neck. “I have been a bit bored.”

Even as she was led to the bed to have every inch of her felt and fondled, a nagging voice in her head (which sounded suspiciously like Rufus) warned that she couldn’t go on like this forever.

Still, once Sting’s tongue swiped across her collarbone all thoughts of anything beyond the here and now escaped her. The pale haired mage pulled at his shirt, signaling in her quiet way that she wanted it gone.

After a moment’s hesitation he complied, warning, “Don’t overreact.”

The question of what on earthland he was talking about stilled on the tip of her tongue when she saw three long gashes across his chest. Dragon claws.

“Oh my…” She gasped, covering her mouth. “Hold on, I think I have a first aid kit somewhere.” Mirajane had warned her to always keep one around.

Sting sighed. “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m not.” She scurried off to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. She sat back on the bed and popped it open. “I think I’m reacting very reasonably, given the circumstances.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He knew how prone she was to bouts of pessimism.

Yukino bit her lip and wordlessly continued to dress his wounds, not trusting herself to respond. Her tears had not solved anything thus far in life so she saw no merit in shedding any more of them.

“It’ll make a nice battle scar someday.”

“That is not at all the point.” She laughed, all the while loathing herself for blushing at the thought.

“C’mon, I can brag about it to my kids someday,” he joked. “How many dads can say they’ve offed dragons?”

Her hands stilled completely as he said this and she felt a chill that had very little to do with the weather. Casual as the comment was, it was more of a sign than she could ever hope to receive.

“Sting-sama.” The pale haired woman’s voice sounded distant and foreign, even to her own ears. “We…” She struggled to find the words.“We’ve done something incredibly stupid.”

“How stupid?” The dragon slayer draped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “On a scale from one to Orga’s haircut?”

Yukino looked up at him with amber eyes welling with frightened, damnable tears which refused to stay in their ducts no matter how much she tried to rationalize them away.

She swallowed thickly. There would be no returning those words once they were out. “I’m having a baby.”

For exactly one tenth of a second his face showed that he was just as nervous as she was, and then he remembered and told her that it would be fine. “All it means is that me and Rouge have gotta kill these dragons faster.”

And without that fleeting moment’s hesitation forever etched into her memory, she sincerely could have believed it.

Notes: So…I actually wrote it. Just a warning, guys, this may get pretty sad for a while but there will be a happy ending (I promise)! Inbox me with any questions/feedback. Thanks for reading, everyone. The next installment should be up soon.

Happy StingYu Day!

“I will find you,“ he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”
His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.” 

-Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon


I’m not prepared for the onslaught of emotion this next episode is going to bring, followed by the enormous droughtlander we are about to enter. 

#25 Favorite line (25 Days of Outlander)

The most epic day is here… It’s impossible to choose just one, and I recall several just depending on the day. I chose one pre-separation and another one post-separation. Because 20 years went by, literally 200 years had been in between but Jamie and Claire’s love was there, forever.

25 Days of Outlander was absolutely amazing! Thank you for the idea @gotham-ruaidh and @lenny9987! Looking forward to more of these. It was great to read everyone’s choices and today will be no exception. Give me all the feels in the last day of the year!

Dragonfly in Amber

“I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”
His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
“Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”

The Fiery Cross

“Mo nighean donn,” he whispered, “mo chride. My brown lass, my heart.

“Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.”

I lay on him, covered him, my skin, his bone, and still—still!—that fierce bright core of flesh to join us. I let my hair fall down around us both, and in the fire-shot cavern of its darkness, whispered back.

“Until we two be burned to ashes.”