any weave

pisces can be a thousand women in one, seamlessly weaving into any shape or persona. her mind and body is in tune with so much more wisdom than anyone could know. she exhales the frost that other people have left around her heart, and she goes into exile, a safe place to rest her weary head

240. Sirius is not allowed to provide the commentary for the Quidditch matches. Ever.

A/N: Dedicated to Anon. You know who you are.

“Welcome to the 187th Annual Quidditch Match!”

“Oh, I regret this already,” Minerva McGonagall muttered under her breath before speaking louder, “Mr. Black, we do not number our matches that way.”

“Well, we should,” Sirius Black responded quickly, “It would be much easier to keep track of them.”

“I think the system we’re using now works just fine,” she replied dryly.

With a nod and a wink, Sirius said, “Ah, I see. Using the ol’ ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ mindset. I get it. Change is hard.”

Professor McGonagall looked up at the sky, as though she were sending a quick word to any deity that may be listening above and said, “Mr. Black, when I told you you could fill in for Mr. Harper to do the Quidditch Commentary, you promised me you would behave yourself.”

“Did I?” Sirius asked innocently.

With a glare from his professor, Sirius rolled his eyes, “Yes, Professor. I promise.”

Despite the fact that she felt that should would soon come to regret this, she nodded her head once, indicating that Sirius could start the commentary for the match.

Eager, Sirius immediately called out, “Good morning Hogwarts!”

“It’s 2 in the afternoon,” Professor McGonagall interrupted.

Ignoring her, Sirius continued, “Welcome to our first game of the season.”

“This is our fourth game,” McGonagall corrected.

“On one side, we have the voluptuous, talented, and very courageous GRYFFINDORS!”

Cheers erupted from the audience as the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew out on their brooms onto the stadium.

“On the other side, we have the brilliant, stone-cold, and creative RAVENCLAWS!”

Cheers that matched the same volume from before went out for this other team.

“Let the battle BEGIN!”

“It’s – it’s not a battle,” McGonagall sighed, wondering if she should have brought a flask just to get through this game with Sirius at her side.

“And the balls have been let out,” Sirius said, watching as the two bludgers escaped from the box they were being tied down in and the snitch flirted with the team’s seekers before flying out of sight, “Oh boy, watch out for those two black balls. They look like they mean business.”

The coach stepped out on the field and lifted the quaffle out of its place, quietly lecturing the players about a nice, fair game before blowing her whistle and throwing the ball into the air.

“And the quootle has been set free!”

“It’s the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected him.

“And we’ve got Kelly from Ravenclaw who got a hold of the quootle and is racing away on her broom.”

“Mr. Black, it’s called the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected a second time.

“Kelly’s passing the quootle to Rick. Then back to her. Then back to him. Then back to – whoa. Anyone else feeling a little dizzy here? Surely there’s got to be a better way than just – WHOA! Rick threw the ball and got in into the little circle thing. Too bad, so sad for those Gryffindors. Cause it looks like Ravenclaw has just gotten themselves 15 points.”

“No,” McGonagall said with a deep breath, “It’s 10 points. Only 10.”

“Yeah, but I thought that their cool maneuvering deserved a couple of extra points.”

“That’s not how the game works,” she answered sharply, “you told me you understood the rules of the game, Mr. Black, are you telling me that you have no idea what you’re doing?”

Sirius scoffed, “Of course I know what I’m doing. I live in a dorm with James. Do you honestly believe that James wouldn’t lecture all of us about the rules of Quidditch? Speaking of which,” Sirius jumped up and waved his hand frantically at the players, “HI JAMES! HEY! LOOK AT ME!”

James waved his arm in a ‘go away’ motion before he dived down on his broom, knocking the quaffle out of a Ravenclaw’s hand and racing to put it in his owl goal.

Sirius tutted, clearly not pleased that his friend was ignoring him, “So rude. You’d think he’d take one small moment to say hello. But no. Instead he puts all of his attention on that dang quootle. Shows you what he thinks is most important.”

“Ten points to Gryffindor,” McGonagall spoke into the microphone as James threw the quaffle into the pitch and earned their team their first 10 points.

“Oh no, after that rude treatment he just gave me? I say we take away 20 points from Gryffindor. Start them in the negative,” Sirius insisted.

Rolling her eyes, McGonagall answered, “You can’t just take away points from the teams.”

“Sure I can.”

“No, I assure you that you can’t.”

“Well, fine,” Sirius answered with a huff, “Then I’ll just give Ravenclaw an additional 20 points.”

“You can’t do that either,” she said, pausing as the Ravenclaws scored a second time (they really needed a new keeper), “We can give 10 points to Ravenclaw because they just scored, but that’s it.”

“Ugh, fine,” Sirius answered despondently, waving his hand as though that was going to add points.

McGonagall grabbed the scoring sheet, deciding it would be best if she just did it herself.

“And Roger picks up the quootle and passes it to the gorgeous Kelly,” Sirius continued, pausing for a moment to add, “mm – I wouldn’t mind going out with her, have you seen her? She is gorgeous. Stone-cold yes, but gorgeous.”

“Mr. Black – “ McGonagall started.

Sirius interrupted her, “I’m just adding a little intrigue to the commentary professor. No harm done. Kelly passes the quootle to Rick, who throws it back to Roger, then – INTERCEPTED BY AMELIA! Damn woman. You are looking fine out there.”

“Mr. Black, stop objectifying the female players.”

“Would it make you feel better if I objectified the male players as well?” he asked sweetly, “Amelia passes to Gerry, who is looking scrumptious in that Quidditch uniform. Can I hear a hell yeah from the audience if you agree?”

Sirius looked mighty pleased with himself when a sizeable chunk of fans yelled back, “Hell yeah.”

“Gerry passes it back to Amelia who goes in for the steal and YES! She makes it in past the Guarder of the posts! Should’ve thought twice before going against Gryffindor, Marian!”

Marian, the Ravenclaw Keeper, answered back with a crude gesture.

“Alright, now where is that quootle,” Sirius spoke thoughtlessly as he searched the field for the red ball, “Ah, there it is, and – WHOA! That black ball almost knocked Adrian off his broom! Isn’t someone gonna do something about that?”

“It’s the bludger, Black,” McGonagall replied exasperatedly, “It’s supposed to do that. And another 10 points for Gryffindor.”

“The blooder?” Sirius asked.

“Bludger,” she corrected.

“Blugger?”

“BLUD-GER. 10 points to Ravenclaw.”

Snapping his fingers together in an ‘ah-ha’ movement, he said, “Ah, yes, I know the ball you’re talking about. The blooger. Very nasty ball. Probably invented by a couple of Slytherins hell bent on making children suffer.”

“Mr. Black – “

“I’m just saying,” Sirius answered back, with his hands raised in a defensive position, “If they weren’t so aggressive, Adrian wouldn’t have to be running away from one.”

“He’s not running away,” McGonagall said, tugging on the microphone, “He’s seen the snitch!”

Sirius tugged the microphone back, “The snatch? Hey! Hey everyone! Stop what you’re doing! Adrian’s gonna get the snatch!”

“The snitch!” McGonagall yelled into the microphone, throwing her hands up into the air when we couldn’t grab it out of Sirius’ grasp.

“He’s gonna get it! Any second now. He’s weaving and bobbing and doing much better than Steven with his ugly face.”

“Mr. Black, don’t insult the other players,” McGonagall said on reflex, sitting at the edge of her seat as she watched the two players race for the snitch.

“It’s true,” Sirius answered unapologetically, “His face looks like it caved in on itself. HEY! Do you think that he got hit in the face with a blooger as a child? Repeatedly?”

“10 points to Ravenclaw,” the professor shouted out.

“Anyway, I’m rooting for Adrian to get the ball. His face is slightly less off-putting. In fact I think he’s going to get the ball … now. No, wait… now. Riiiight now! Okay, okay, 1 – 2 – 3 – NOW!”

“Black! You will stop that right now!” McGonagall ordered him, before adding on, “10 points to Gryffindor.”

“He’s reaching – he’s reaching … and … yes! Adrian has got the snatch! 10,000 points to Gryffindor.”

“150!” McGonagall yelled, changing the score, “Gryffindor wins, 180 to 40!”

“Hot damn Gryffindor,” Sirius said, letting out a whoop, “Bet you Ravenclaws wish you would’ve stayed in your beds this morning, huh?”

“Alright, that’s enough, hand me the microphone,” McGonagall demanded, holding out her hand for Sirius to comply.

Sirius did with a smile and asked, “This was fun, Professor. We should do this every time.”

McGonagall answered with a swift and resounding, “No.”

Sitting by the steps smoking, a frozen Pisces. It’s like she feels everything and also nothing all at the same time. She wears a cloak of invisibility, and it seems to find and soak all the secrets, wounds, and fears that everybody wants to hide. She can be a thousand women in one, seamlessly weaving into any shape or persona, her mind and body is in tune with so much more wisdom than anyone could know. Like she exhales the frost that other people have left around her heart, she goes into exile, a safe place to rest her 
weary head. Here she creates an imaginary world of her own, lined with crystal icing and royal bedding, even if her own room is a war zone. She is too delicate and sacred to live fully out there amongst the wolves

-C.


anonymous asked:

Helion 18 if you don't mind!

What “turns them on” Headcanon:

- There are many things that make Helion hot and bothered

- Suggestive glances from across the room is one thing that will attract the High Lord’s attention.

- Who can resist smoldering bedroom eyes???

- Answer: Definitely not Helion.

- And many don’t know this, but Helion finds it incredibly sexy when his lover blushes when they flirt.

- Helion also enjoys playing flirtatious games

- His favorite is that of trying to make the other person so turned on to the point that they have to leave the room first to…relieve themselves. 

- The High Lord of the Day Court also enjoys it when his thigh is stroked under the table.

- Bonus points if those fingers are under his robes.

- He has a weakness for hearing innocent phrases that have a double dirty meaning.

“Do you honestly want me to keep stroking that ego of yours?”

- Or when Helion skips court meetings and his lover has to chase him down leading to the following: “I’m going to have to stay on top of you if you don’t go to your meetings.” 

- And Helion’s personal favorite is when his lover is so frustrated as they try to tug him back to the council room that they end up yelling for half the court to hear: ARE YOU COMING OR NOT?!

- Helion loves it when his lover plays with his hair at the nape of his neck.

- The feel of fingers scraping against his scalp and tugging his dark strands always brings out a moan of desire from the High Lord.

- LIBRARY SEX.

- Helion manages to keep his mouth occupied enough that his moans are not heard by any of the scholars weaving through the bookshelves.

- Afterwards Helion can’t resist watching his lover basking in the sunlight.

- Sometimes he will catch them sunbathing naked and Helion stumbles at the glorious sight.

- He also struggles to walk away because: 
1. How can he avert his eyes from such a beautiful view?
2. The evident bulge between his legs has made it quite troublesome to move his feet forward at a steady pace

- But then Helion is like “fuck it” and strips down himself and brings them both a cold beverage to enjoy as the soak up some rays.

- And he just loves it when his partner checks him out by glancing out of the corner of their eye.

- Helion notices every single time and thoroughly enjoys those moments.

- He’ll even stretch out so they can get a better view of his…assets.

godly ❂ xiukai x reader [1]

in which they must break into six prisons to retrieve the other half of their broken mafia and flee the country / this is gnna b posted from queue cos i’m gnna b offline 4 a few days,,, i’m so srry u guys,,, also fair warning that the next chaps will hav heavy murder n violence / 3k

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Jeonghan & Ren Vs. Pledis #EndtheHairWars

Pledis: Jeonghan my sweet, I’m really busy with Seventeen promotions and advertising right now, but because I love you dearly I’ll make time. What is it?

Ren: Actually this meeting was my idea an-

Pledis: Wait…you still work here?

Ren:

Ren: Yes

Pledis: Oh sorry it’s hard for me to keep track of who’s not in Seventeen. How’s Nudest? Do you guys still keep in touch?

Ren: Um we’re called Nu'est and we didn’t break up…We’re on our new comeback right now.

Pledis: Really? Oh that’s nice.

Jeonghan: Anyway we just both wanted to ask you to stop giving us the same hairstyles.

Pledis: Jeonghan, my precious beautiful flower child, I don’t understand what you mean! Please explain.

Ren: He means that we’re tired of sharing the same crusty old weaves an-

Pledis: Excuse me but are you Jeonghan?

Ren:

Ren: No

Pledis: Continue sweet Prince.

Jeonghan: We just want our looks to not overlap and for us to not constantly be compared. We’re individuals and we just want to be appreciated for being two separate people.

Pledis: So Jeonghan and Rent, you feel like I make a competition between you?

Ren: Did he just call me Re–

Jeonghan: Let it go.

Pledis: Well if it’s that much trouble, I’ll fix it by buying a whole new wig!

Jeonghan: Or we could just use our own hair…

Pledis: No I’m feeling generous! I don’t want to seem evil like those other companies. Okay Rinse, I’ll make you a deal! You stop distracting Jeonghan from his visual world takeover and I’ll call Dora the Explorer to see if she has any extra weaves lying around!

Ren: What if I don’t want to take that deal?

Pledis: Then you’re fired…Which isn’t that bad a thought actually I would probably save mon–

Ren: I’ll take it!

Pledis: Good! See! This is a caring company! Look how well this meeting turned out. Now I have to go because there’s a company party for the artists starting in a few.

Ren: Oh I didn’t hear about it.

Pledis: Well it’s for bill paying artists so of course you wouldn’t.

Ren:

Pledis: Tata! Hurry up and get ready Jeonghan, I got you a limo for the day! *leaves*

Jeonghan: Well I think that turned out we–

Ren: Shut Up.

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 49

Sitting on the floor, me in his lap and nessled in his warm embrace, I realized this wasn’t about how well I didn’t fit in his life, it was about how well I DID. Initially, I was so shocked by what was happening I could see past it to figure out the ‘why’. All I saw was the action especially because is was so not like him.

Seeing that now, I was filled with regret. I wish I had taken another moment to step outside of my emotions and see the truth but I couldn’t. Even with Shannon’s advice to ignore it, I just didn’t put it together.

“You’re here now.” I said softly, my arms holding him close as my hands soothed his back.

We were both quiet for a moment, savoring the comfort of being in each other’s arms again. I could feel his nose buried against my neck and each exhale he took, it fluttered across my skin.

“I would only have myself to blame you if you left, I’m fucking up left and right today.” Jared said, pulling back slightly, our eyes connecting.

I couldn’t let him finish, I interrupted, “I couldn’t leave you like that…” I insisted, “Not ever.”

“I’m so sorry for how I acted, Vivie. I was way out of line.” Jared whispered against my lips before softly kissing me, “Thank you for not giving up.”

Cupping his cheek in my hand I whispered, “Thank you… I’m sorry too.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, baby.”

“I disappointed you.”

“You didn’t. I just…. It was just…ahhh.” he said, trying to gather his thoughts, “I don’t know..”

Looking away, he was struggling with what to say. He was searching for a reason to explain away his behavior. To do that, he knew he’d have to tell me how he feels and it was clear he wasn’t ready for that. I couldn’t fault him for that. I wasn’t exactly ready either.

“It’s okay…” I said, not wanting him to torture himself any longer.

Weaving my fingers into his damp hair, I gently pulled his lips to mine. Kissing him softly, I tried to express how much he means to me. I felt his true emotions as each kiss got deeper and deeper. With his tongue buried in my mouth and our hands gripping each other’s body, we finally felt connected again. This moment gave us a chance to reset ourselves and close the distance between our hearts.

Pulling his lips from mine, “Did you hear that?” He asked.

“Hear what?” I whispered.

A split second later, there was a knock on the door. This time we both heard it.

“Someone’s at the door.” He said, shifting me in his lap, “Probably Emma.”

We were still crumpled on the floor in front of the couch so I used the seat of it to lift myself off his lap. Slipping from under my legs he stood up then went to the door, pulling it open just as the person on the other side started to knock again.

“Hey..” Jared said, opening the door.

“You forgot your phone.” Shannon said, handing it to Jared.

“Thanks man.”

“Everything okay?”

Opening the door just a bit more, Shannon peaked around Jared to see me sitting on the couch, “Yeah, it will be.”

With a nod to his brother, Shannon said, “Good. See you guys in the morning.”

“Okay, good night. Thanks Shan.”

Closing the door quietly behind him, Jared came back to the couch and sat down next to me. Pulling my legs across his lap, he took my hand in his.

“Shannon?” I asked.

“Yeah. He dropped my phone off.” Jared said quietly, “About Shan….”

This was the other elephant in the room that I knew we needed to talk about but I wasn’t going to bring it up. Jared really lashed out at me after he saw Shannon and I talking and it was so upsetting. I could only imagine what he actually said to him concerning all this.

“I know he was trying to help and honestly, he knows me better than anyone so if you’re going to take advice from someone about me, he’s who you need to take it from. I was so wrapped up and pissed off about the whole day. It was just building and building. When I saw you guys talking and laughing and I just felt…. I don’t know, dismissed and it set me off.”

“I’m so sorry you felt that way, Jared.” I said, my heart clenching at the thought of him feeling like I dismissed his feelings, “When you looked over and Shannon and I were talking, it was only a few minutes and I don’t think he realized teasing you would upset you so much.”

“He told me I was overreacting and I didn’t want to hear it. Then the whole throwing his arm around you and the little wave… I saw red.” He said, “I’ll apologize to him tomorrow but I’m saying it to you now. I’m sorry.”

Wanting to be closer to him, I skootched myself up onto his lap. Laying my arm across his shoulders, I took his other hand in mine.

“I understand and I apologize for my part in it too.” I said, folding my arms around him I pressed my chest against his as I whispered in his ear, “I never want you to think your feelings are dismissed. I wouldn’t ever do that.”

“I know…”

We stayed like that together, holding onto each other. Comforting each other and at least for me, hoping these were just little growing pains every relationship has. For now, we seemed to be on the same page again and I desperately wanted it to stay that way.

“It’s getting really late, you have to be exhausted, baby.” Jared said, pulling back to cup my cheek in his palm, his thumb caressing my skin.

“I am tired.” I said and as if on cue, I started to yawn.

“Me too.” He replied, yawning himself.

With my arm across his shoulders, I suddenly noticed his shirt felt damp. I hadn’t noticed that before.

“Was it raining?” I asked, rubbing my hand gently down his back.

“No, why?”

“Your shirt feels kinda damp.”

“Ah, yeah, it is. I told you I left as soon as I walked off stage. I didn’t take a shower or change.” He said shyly, “Didn’t want to waste any time.”

I didn’t know what to say. Even though he was wrong, I felt terrible for both of us that things went the way they did. He seemed genuinely sorry and I accepted that. As when I make a mistake, we talk about it, apologies are made, then we move on. Lesson learned.

“I’m gross and need a shower.” He laughed, “I probably smell too.”

“I don’t care.” I said as the mood in the room lightened once again.

Titile: 03. Not So Damel in Distress
Pairing: Malec
Fandom: Shadowhunters
Summary: Alec is out with Izzy and Jace but somehow ends up pretending to be a stranger’s date
Author’s Notes: Part of my 50 Prompts Challenge and my entry to the Shadowhunters AU Mondays ( @shadowhuntersaumondays​ )


Even through the thick sole of his boots Alec could feel the thumping bass vibrating through the club’s dance floor.

Dark, noisy and crammed full of people, Pandemonium had never been his scene. There were only two reasons he would ever set foot in the club, one of whom had disappeared into the mass of writhing bodies with a red head and the other was the reason he was in there that particular night. Izzy was celebrating her birthday and forcing Alec to take part in her proclivities.

“Alec,” Izzy yelled over the loud music, “are you really not going to dance with me?”

Alec’s response was to mime at her, pretending he couldn’t hear a word.

Izzy laughed used to Alec’s reluctance to do anything fun. Izzy’s words not his. It wasn’t his fault his idea of fun didn’t include gyrating with complete strangers.

“Fine,” she said, giving up on her mission to get him on the dance floor. “Why don’t you get us some more drinks and I’ll go make sure Jace hasn’t gotten himself into any trouble.”

She left, weaving across the room to a row of alcoves. Definitely somewhere Jace would have gravitated towards especially if he planned to hook up with the girl he was with. Alec allowed himself a second to fantasize just walking out of the club and going home. Izzy would kill him but at least he’d get a good night’s sleep.

The thought of laying his throbbing head on his pillow completely consumed his senses he didn’t notice a hand slip around his waist until he was gently spun around so that he was face to face with a dark-haired man with blue and red streaks running through his hair.

“Hey, wha-”

“Pardon me,” the man smiled politely at Alec, one hand still on Alec’s waist while the other one lay comfortably on Alec’s shoulder. “I’m sure an attractive specimen like yourself is already taken but would you do me this favor of saving me from what I’m certain would be a night of great discomfort.”

“Is someone after you or something?” Alec asked. The man was gently swaying them in a pseudo-slow dance and not knowing what to do with his own hands, Alec settled on laying them lightly on the man’s waist.

“You could say that,” the man said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. His eyebrows suddenly shot up and he ducked his head behind Alec’s shoulder but it was too late.

A tall slim woman stalked over to them, glaring at Alec as he looked him up and down. It would have been intimidating if she wasn’t a good foot shorter than him.

“Is this who you’re replacing me with?” she asked the man, pointing her purse at Alec and talking about him as if he wasn’t right there.

Almost reflexively Alec pulled the man an inch closer to him. Alec might not know either of them but he could tell the woman was bad news.

The man, seemingly grateful at Alec’s involuntary protectiveness, gave Alec’s shoulder a soft squeeze to reassure him that he could handle the crazy lady. “Camille, don’t be rude. Can’t you see I’m on a date.”

Alec raised his eyebrows at the lie but didn’t say anything. He was already caught up in someone else’s drama. He wasn’t going to dig himself deeper into it.

The woman - Camille - twisted her lips into a smirk. “Play all your want with the rabble. In the end you and I both know you’ll choose me. This one won’t last.”

She gave Alec one last glare before stalking off.

The relief emanating from the man was almost palpable. “Don’t you just hate it when your ex refuses to leave you alone?”

Alec felt his cheeks redden. “I’m yeah, yeah, totally,” he stuttered. The truth was he hadn’t found anyone worth the time and effort which was how he somehow ended up in his mid-twenties without any crazy exes to speak of. Or any exes at all.

Not that he was about to share that with a rather strange stranger, no matter how attractive Alec suddenly realized he was.

For the first time since the man accosted him, Alec was able to get a good look at his face. Beautiful expressive eyes were accentuated by thick eyeliner and further highlighted by eyeshadow that seemed to sparkle in the club’s moving lights.

A strong jaw line led to a long, lean neck that suddenly had Alec’s mouth going dry.

“Like what you see?” the man asked. With his predator gone, his full attention was on Alec. The man’s eyes moved from Alec’s eyes to his lips, down to his neckline which had a few buttons undone thanks to Izzy.

“I’m Magnus.” His eyes were back to staring directly at Alec’s, a flirty smile in place. “I don’t think we were formally introduced.”

If Alec thought Magnus looked beautiful before, it was nothing compared to how he seemed to light up from within as he turned his full charm on Alec.

He had always thought the books he had read where the author waxed poetic about getting lost in someone’s eyes was hyperbole, but Magnus’ eyes had that effect on him. Warm eyes that were a deep brown seemed to melt into gold and hazel under the lights.

It was enough to make Alec forget his name. Almost.

“Alec,” he said finally, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth. He stepped away from Magnus, wiping his hands nervously on his jeans. “If you’re okay. I - I should go.”

“You’re right,” Magnus agreed quickly, surprising Alec. “I’m all into parties but what do you say we get out of here?

Alec blushed and much to his embarrassment found himself stammering. “I don’t - I can’t-”

Magnus raised a finger just shy of Alec’s lip, allowing Alec a moment to breathe.

“Don’t worry,” Magnus assured him. “My intentions are entirely chivalrous. As my fake date I was wondering if you’d like to go someplace quieter. To talk.”

“Talk,” Alec repeated, his lips quirking into a smile before making a decision he was sure would cause Izzy to either kill him or love him in the morning. “Sure, that sounds like fun.”

Magnus hooked his arm through Alec’s and smiled soft and excited which Alec found himself returning easily.

“Well, Alexander, let’s see what surprises the night has in store for us.”

I Wasn’t...

Joe brushed it off at first, thinking that it was just Jack being Jack, and everyone knew how much of a flirt the younger man was.

But when it continued, and heavily, for nearly three months, Joe began to wonder if just maybe he wasn’t imagining it.

And perhaps the feelings he was beginning to develop for the other man were not his imagination either.

It was kind of difficult, ignoring the warm smiles and lingering touches, the easy words and looks being sent his way. All of it had only stirred something up in Joe, that which lead him to craving those moments with Jack, wanting those touches and smiles, falling further and further into it.

Now if he could just work up the courage to tell him.


“You can do this, Sugg.” Joe muttered to himself. “Just tell him.”

He was pacing outside of the restaurant that Jack was sitting inside of, waiting for him to enter so they could do dinner.

It wasn’t a date exactly, but Joe liked to think it was, since it was only the two of them. But it also happened to be the night that he decided he would tell Jack his feelings, because it needed to happen. They couldn’t continue the dance anymore. Not when Joe wanted so much more than what was being offered.

Taking in a deep breath, he straightened his denim jacket before pushing the door open, his eyes quickly scanning the dining area for the familiar face.

The moment his eyes landed on Jack, Joe felt a smile grow on his lips, and all the worries of the day dissipated as he weaved between the tables towards the younger man.

“About bloody time!” Jack laughed as Joe slipped into his seat, “Thought I’d have to order without you.”

“Sorry, traffic.”

“As long as you weren’t standing me up.” Jack winked, sending butterflies a flutter in Joe’s stomach.

“Stand you up?” He joked weakly, “Never.”


The conversation carried easily from there, the two quickly delving into a topic that lead to multiple others, until suddenly their dishes were being cleared away, and the dinner was coming to an end.

Joe decided it was now or never.

“Uhm, Jack,” He wet his lips as he ran his hands along his thighs, trying to rid the sweat with his jeans, “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Ah, was wondering when you’d finally do this.”

“Wh-what?” Joe stared wide eyed over at Jack, trying to figure out if he was that obvious.

“You’ve clearly had something on you mind all night,” The younger man smiled easily at him, “But I was waiting for you to bring it up. So, what’s up?”

“Oh, right.” Letting out a small breath, Joe realized he wasn’t caught, and so he quickly gathered his courage back up, his eyes meeting Jack’s.

“Just blurt it out, if it’s easier.”

“Okay.” Nodding, Joe wet his lips once more, deciding to take the other man’s advice: “I like you.”

“I like you too?” Jack replied in slight confusion, his smile fading just a bit, “That’s what you were nervous to tell me?”

“No, I mean, yes, but I mean,” Joe ran a hand through his hair quickly, “I mean I like you.”

“Oh.”

There was a shift in Jack’s eyes, and he leaned back in his seat, his smile disappearing. “Joe…”

“I thought at first it was nothing,” The older man starts to ramble, filling the silence, “Because we all know how much of a flirt you are, but then I realized that no, it wasn’t nothing. And when I started to flirt back, you responded so well, and that’s when I also realized that I like you. As more than a friend. But I was too scared to tell you. Which is ridiculous isn’t it?”

“Joe!” Jack said abruptly, causing Joe to snap his mouth shut, noticing for the first time the pitiful look on the younger man’s face, “Shit. I just,” Sighing, Jack leaned forward again, “Joe, I haven’t been flirting with you.”


The words washed over Joe like ice cold water, and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

There were more words being said to him, but they sounded muffled in his ears and the world blurred with what he realized was tears.

“Joe?”

“I have to go.” He said, standing up quickly, “Where’s our waiter? I need to pay for my half.”

“Come on, sit down.” Jack reached out for Joe’s hand, but he was quick to pull away.

“No. Don’t. You don’t get…you don’t get to do that.”

“I’m sorry, Joe, really…”

“It’s fine. My fault entirely.” He couldn’t look at Jack, because he knew as soon as he did he would break down, so his eyes scanned the restaurant for the absent waiter.

“Go.” Jack said simply, “I’ll cover dinner.”

“I don’t need you to cover it,” Joe hissed, finally looking down at the man still sitting, feeling his heart break at the pitiful look in the blue eyes he had fallen for. “This isn’t a date after all.”

“But clearly you don’t want to be here, so just go. The least I can do is pay for dinner.”

“Fine.” Joe pulled his eyes away from Jack, “Thanks.”

“I really am sorry…”

But Joe wasn’t listening any more, he was weaving through the tables as quick as he could, needing to get as far away as possible from the man that had just broken his heart.


He barely made it to the end of the block before he collapsed onto a bench, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to try and muffle the cries so desperate to slip out.

He sat there for a while, until the cold creeped into his bones, until his throat felt raw, and his eyes swollen from crying.

People had walked past him, glancing uneasily at the distraught man, but no one stopped, and Joe was glad they didn’t. He couldn’t handle talking to anyone.

Eventually though, he pushed himself to his feet and started the walk home.

Joe didn’t know what would happen, with their group, but at the moment, he didn’t care. As long as he didn’t have to see Jack Maynard again.

When The Tide Turns (4/16)

Summary:  The plan was to go to England, finish the case and head back home in a matter of days. Of course, nothing in Emma’s life ever goes according to plan. Not only does she end up travelling across Europe, looking for a Liam Jones in order to finish her case, she ends up travelling with Liam’s brother - an annoyingly handsome Killian Jones. And she doesn’t trust him one bit.

Rating: T, for language and a bit of violence later on

Beta-reader: the lovely @forget-me-not-s :))

Artists: @theblacksiren - check out her beautiful artwork for chapter 1 here! And thank you @optomisticgirl for the awesome banner! And I’m really so excited for you all to see @fairytalesandtimetravel ‘s amazing artwork for a later chapter!!

Word count: ~5146 (68k+ in total)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10Chapter 11 | Chapter 12Chapter 13 |

AO3


What the hell was he doing here? Was he following her?

From the start something had been off about Hook. She shouldn’t have been so easily swayed when she found him sneaking around Barrie’s office. What the hell had she been thinking? Did good looks really throw her off that much?

No; Emma wouldn’t be fooled by him any longer.

She weaved her way through the crowd, aiming straight for Hook. Was that even his real name? Of course not - who would call their child James Hook?

Hook reached the main doors of the airport and oblivious to Emma, he slipped through. Emma dodged a large family and their suitcases that seemed to fill the entire hall. She wasn’t going to let Hook get away any time soon.

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Mage of Rage

The Mage of Rage. One who manipulates anger, fear, and instincts using their vast knowledge of anger, fear, and instincts.

“Knowledge of the dark arts? Yeah, I got you covered.”

Mage- have vast knowledge of their aspect and use that information to manipulate their aspect. They gained their knowledge through experience.

Rage- major themes of anger, fear, falsehoods, pain, and negative emotions. Minor themes of temper, spite, and base instincts.

Abilities

Profane

Through experience with Rage the Mage of Rage can mimic key parts of it. They’ll be able to bestow pain, discomfort, paranoia, anxiety, and fear. Through understanding what would give those feelings the Mage can create it. By tapping into basic fears and sources of pain they’ll be able to instill those feelings into enemies.

A lower level Mage would have little experience with Rage, but as they grow to understanding the functions of pain and hate and fear and anger the Mage’s power of calling those emotions would grow.

At medium levels they’ll be able use finely tuned points of pain and fear, knowing exactly what would hurt most and what would be scariest, all the while acting with startling efficiency. They would have magical lightning to shock, burn, and generally leave trauma with. Scars and marks would be nearly un-healable and leak unholy energy.

As they progress further they could transmit their spells into traps. Seals and sigils and runes that when set off could release effects. A thunderous, kinetic attack for rejection. Fire for fear. So on and so on.

A fully realized Mage of Rage would understand the true horrors and suffering of the Universe, allowing them to harness all sorts of dreadful, debilitating, negative feelings. They could make unholy symbols that bear great power.

Instinct

The Mage of Rage can subtly manipulate instincts through their vast knowledge of it and other guiding factors. Only those of powerful will could resist these false instincts.

At lower levels the Mage could control consideration, making some choices seem worse than they actually are. They could increase doubt.

As they progress they’ll be able to masterfully craft falsehoods (lies, forgery), giving bad thoughts and feelings towards anything, even things which their victim likes. They’ll grow to push and corrupt instincts into something unidentifiable.

At medium levels the Mage could see through any illusion. They could weave complex illusions that bind targets, placing seals that create illusions in the room or putting seals on targets. Targets with seals could develop hallucinations and even insanity.

At higher levels the Mage of Rage would be able to twist all senses and notions, making instincts screaming to go against certain actions. Insurmountable fear, pain, anxiety, and doubt would shroud concepts, leaving the target to follow the path the Mage has carved.

Skills

Predator- you can sense a person’s anger, fear, and pain

Killer instinct- your instincts are nearly always right

False image- you are immune to illusions and trickery

Lucet anger release spell

So a few weeks ago, I found myself with some anger I needed to burn off (because if I don’t, it festers into some pretty self destructive thoughts), so to keep my mind occupied, I brought my lucet and a small ball of yarn to work. I knew there would be long periods of time when I’d be completely by myself, so I needed something as a distraction. (Not allowed to have books or my phone out) 

After a few minutes of rather furious lucet work, a thought occurred to me, I could TOTALLY work this into a spell, and I did.


Materials

a lucet (or honestly any kind of weaving/crochet/knitting technique)

white cotton yarn 

a candle

a safe place to burn the yarn


Setting yourself up nice and comfy, thread your lucet with the yarn and start working. As you work, POUR your anger/negativity into your work. Work aggressively (be mindful not to harm your tools). Do this as long as you feel necessary. Once finished, tie off your cord, and burn it. 

You can add a chant if you wish while you’re stitching, or while you burn the cord. Scatter the ashes away from your house. 

.colors | style

▫ When surrounded in her beloved woodlands, the maiden fashions herself in lace that allows sunlight to slip through its fabric, of silk that threatens to peel away from her limbs at any given moment. Spiders weave her a garment that glitters when dew dances upon its fibers. Her dresses are sheer and billowy, inviting the breeze to sweep through them. Long are the trains of her dresses, enough to gather fallen branch and ever tugging flowers.

▫ During the fall of winter, and when she seeks to hunt, she is wrapped in leathers and furs that conceal her form, completely contradictory to her usual form of dress. It is practical and loose fitting, made more for a ranger of the wilds.

▫ Armaments of silver burden her body when she takes up the mantle of knight. Her sabatons and greaves, that rise high along the length of her legs, are covered by a skirt, since she refuses now to wear tassets. A cape of white rests upon her pauldrons.

▫ She loves to wrap herself in the color white and ivory, pure and unblemished, it symbolizes a fresh start for her. Gold is a primary color, accenting the color of her eyes and the natural hue of her tresses. Though she is mainly found adorned in these colors, she adores scarlet. Red is what she has been accustomed to seeing most of, for it reminds me of blood, but as of late, it is shifted to passion, and she decorates her hair in blooms of that shade.

▫ And finally, the colors of the earth, brown and green, though seldom worn as attire, she is not without it in a different form. Her hair has natural adornments of flowers and twigs, of a crown made of bark. Vines are draped upon her arms like whimsy shawls. 

Thank you @rhotdornn and @adellennehocoleux for this!

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weaving--battles  asked:

"Goodbye, Marco." [for the sake of the meme and that alone]

Ruin my muse with 2 words!        

“Goodbye? Wait, Star you can’t mean that. I mean… After everything we’ve been through? … Together?”

“You can’t just… Disappear like this…”