because that would be a grave mistake

Jack was an easy baby. He rarely ever cried, and when he did it was usually because he was over-tired and cranky. His favourite pastime seemed to be quietly staring up at his parents with those big blue eyes of his, cracking smiles and breaking into an occasional fit of giggles.

He was a bubbly kid, always full of energy and always ready to join his dad out on their backyard rink. More often than not Alicia had to bargain with him to get him off the rink and back inside in time for dinner. He could get a little moody about it but thankfully never for too long.

Jack used to cheer and clap loudly whenever Bob was on television. He tried to watch every game and Alicia was usually very generous in letting him stay up past his bedtime. As the years went by, he grew quieter, watching his dad’s games with an intense, focused air about him and an ever-present frown, like he was always deep in thought.

It was the same expression he wore when he himself played, and at times Alicia was taken aback by how much it made him look like an adult despite his youth.

Then Jack went away to play in the major leagues, and Alicia was forced to realize that her relationship with her son had been long distance for a while already.

A part of her would always blame herself, would always think she should have seen it coming. She remembered that day with unsettling clarity and it was a memory she would carry to her grave. She remembered feeling crushed, like the worst failure, but most of all so, so frightened.

All of a sudden the future seemed bleak, and Jack’s expression mirrored that. She was grateful for the coaching job, if only because it gave Jack a reason to smile, even though it was taut and stiff around the edges.

She saw him off to Samwell hoping it wasn’t a mistake, that sending him far from home wouldn’t end in disaster again. But Jack was older then, older than his years. He still played like he had something to prove, but he knew his limits. He had spent the past two years learning himself all over again; Alicia hoped it would be enough.

It wasn’t until his last two years at Samwell that Jack truly grew into himself. He had a great team, who in turn taught him how to be a great teammate. Her baby was smiling again, and Alicia was thrilled.

And yet, half a year into his rookie season in the NHL, she finally saw a look she had for so long hoped to see on her son’s face. One she had almost given up on, thinking half-smiles and contentment could be enough. It was a sweet blond boy with a golden heart who proved her wrong, and for that she would be eternally grateful because she finally got to see Jack happy.

For  a pair of supposedly enlightened and un-attached people, Obi-Wan and Yoda sure are obsessed with killing Darth Vader. Beginning with their first conversation in his home, Obi-Wan tries to turn Luke into a Vader-killing weapon. He fills Luke’s head with lies and half-truths and deliberately gets himself killed in front of Luke in order to make Luke want to kill Vader. Yoda not only continues to withhold some key facts (like how Vader is Luke’s father), he also claims Luke can not be a Jedi without first confronting Vader. Since when is taking on a Sith or killing your own father a prerequisite for becoming a Jedi? It’s not; it’s just Yoda’s attempt at emotional blackmail.

The crazy thing is that Darth Vader isn’t even the problem. Darth Sidious arranged the Clone Wars, he arranged Order 66, and he’s the one ruling the galaxy. Vader, meanwhile, is basically just his trained attack dog. So why is Vader the one who absolutely has to die? 

For Obi-Wan it’s guilt and love. He loved Anakin (or at least the idea of Anakin) and he needs to believe that man is dead because otherwise he gravely injured his brother and condemned to a life of suffering and slavery. Acknowledging that Padmé was right, that there was still good in Anakin, would mean acknowledging that he, Obi-Wan, could have saved Anakin and didn’t. Obi-Wan needs Luke to prove that he was right, that Vader is irredeemable, and he needs him to ‘fix’ the mistake he made by not killing him outright.

For Yoda, it’s vengeance, except that he’s nowhere self-aware enough to acknowledge that. The Jedi Order was Yoda’s entire life. It defined him and gave him meaning. As a long-lived being, loving individuals was too painful, but he could love and be attached to the Order because the Order was eternal. And then it wasn’t. The boy who was supposed to be the Order’s tool, the Order’s Chosen One, sided with their enemy and utterly destroyed them. Vader betrayed him and and obliterated Yoda’s life’s work. And Yoda hadn’t even wanted him! Everything that went wrong began after they took Anakin in against Yoda’s better judgement. In Yoda’s mind, Vader is the living embodiment of everything wrong in the galaxy. No wonder he has to be destroyed.


They say Newt Scamander is a dangerous man. And it’s not because he carries a case full of magical creatures who would definitely kill anyone who hurt their ‘mommy’.

No, that’s not it.

It’s because Newt has brought the most terrifying and powerful aurors to their knees. They’re happily wrapped around his beautiful and elegant finger and would gladly follow him to the ends of the earth.

And he’s even more dangerous because he has no idea.

He has no idea Theseus Scamander hexed every single one of the boys who used to bully him; they ended up crying in a corner unable to point at the wizard who attacked them. Nor he knows the reason why Hogwarts became the most peaceful, friendly environment was because he was Theseus’ little and beloved brother and they were all terrified of him.

That’s why all MACUSA trembled with fear when they saw Theseus (a day after the events in New York) walking down the hallway like a man possessed, searching and demanding for his baby brother.

His furious footsteps still echo the building, reminding everyone of that horrendous date. He walked past many horrified aurors, trying to hide as best as they could, avoiding the demonic look on his face.

But when he reached Tina’s office, when his eyes met those shinny kind ones, when he recognized the freckles that seemed to dance like stars in the night sky every time the magizoologist smiled, his expression softened, his eyes were filled with relieved tears.

“'Seus’! What are you doing here?” Newt asked, puzzled but happy.

Theseus Scamander did not answer that question, he just took his brother in his arms and cried with his head over his shoulder while a confused Newt started to caress his hair, trying to offer comfort.

“I heard what happened with Grindelwald,” Theseus said after a while.

Tina shivered when she heard the hatred in the older Scamander’s voice when he pronounced the name of the dark wizard.

“Are you okay?” Theseus asked.

“I’m fine,” Newt assured but that didn’t stop his brother’s eyes from roaming over his body looking for any kind of scratch or wound.

“Tell me everything,” Theseus sat on Tina’s sofa and took his brother’s hand to make him sit next to him.

Over the British auror’s shoulder Tina stared at Newt and mouthed ‘No’ because she knew that was a terrible idea but her friend wasn’t even looking at her.

So Newt told him. And Theseus’ rage increased.

There wasn’t any other wizard who hated Grindelwald like Theseus did that day.

Except maybe Percival Graves.

Director Graves was rescued few days after the New York incident. It took weeks for him to recover completely and when he was back at MACUSA the first thing he requested was to meet the man who helped his aurors to find him.

Then he saw those green eyes that couldn’t look at him for more than two seconds and saw the shy smile and the freckles covered by a beautiful blush that spread over his cheeks and down his neck. He stared at Newt for a couple of seconds before realizing he was trapped.

He was completely gone.

And boy was he worse than Theseus.

Percival took every opportunity he had to stare at Newt like a man starving. He followed the magizoologist like a shadow and invented the most ridiculous and stupid excuses to touch him.

Theseus wasn’t pleased when he found out. In fact, all MACUSA was waiting for a fight between the two of them, but Newt, their precious sweetheart, talked them out of it.

And Newt still has no idea. He doesn’t know he can get every permit he wants just by smiling kindly at the Director of Magical Security. He has no idea he’s above the law because Percival Graves is willing to twist and bend the rules (the same rules he once claimed he liked so much) just for a kiss, a touch, anything Newt wants to give.

Newt doesn’t know, but sometimes they all wonder, even Tina does it every now and then. She wonders if there is a small part of him that is aware of the power he has. If there’s a part of him that consciously does it on purpose. If he gives them the exact amount of love and kindness and little touches so they keep crawling to him for more.

No, Newt wouldn’t do that. He’s innocent and pure and so precious.

Or maybe Tina is turning into one of them… Maybe she’s biased too.

They say Newt Scamander would be a more efficient and powerful dark lord that Grindelwald would ever be.

Because Newt is an expert taming magical creatures. All kinds of them. Even wizards.

But while Grindelwald seeks control by making them afraid, Newt tames his wizards with love and kindness.

Because fear is a paralytic. But love… Love is a much more vicious motivator.

Thank Merlin Newt is not like that. Thank Merlin he has no idea.

But rumors like that travel fast, especially if they’re accompanied by a river of dead bodies.

By the time the words reach Grindelwald’s ears half of his followers have perished. And those who remain tell him the ones responsible are two skilled wizards. One from America and another from England.

So he notices. In fact, everybody does.

But they have no evidence, no proof. And who would believe that the war hero, Theseus Scamander, and the Director of Magical Security, Percival Graves, the most powerful and capable auror of America had been hunting down dark wizards and killing them in the spot?

No one. They don’t want to. Some of them even feel safe and grateful.

But Grindelwald is not angry, at least not with Newt. He sees the potential the man has and wants to use it for himself.

So he kidnaps the magizoologist and realises too late that’s the worst mistake he’s ever made.

Because suddenly a Nundu appears out of nowhere and growls at him before running back to Newt and watching over him like a mom with her pup. Then the two aurors appear in front of him and even though he’s powerful he doesn’t stand a chance because they’re skilled enough, but they’re also filled with rage and vengeance so he bends in pain; the spells like thunders almost piercing him…

But the pain stops; the petrificus totalus keeping him in place.

And Grindelwald just stares, because it’s the only thing he can do. And watches fascinated as Percival Graves and Theseus Scamander get on their knees before Newt and cry out of relief and love and then the thin magizoologist hugs them and strokes their faces and they both lean in his touch and close their eyes like they’re starving for it.

Newt kisses Percival and caresses Theseus hair one more time before they both rise from the ground.

Grindelwald realises he can move when Newt is a few inches from him. The aurors are at his side like devoted shadows.

Newt smirks at him, there’s still some of that marvelous kindness in his eyes.

“On your knees,” he orders.

And for the first time Grindelwald does as he’s told. Not because Newt is the only thing standing between him and a painful death by those shadows of his. He doesn’t do it 'cause his body is already bending in half.

He does it because there’s a beautiful smile on Newt’s face, because his eyes shine so bright and he can almost feel the warmth that’s coming from Newt’s body and wants part of it.

He’s shocked when he realises he’s willing to find his end if it comes from him. He’s willing to follow a command if it’s him who says it.

Then he gets it. And Grindelwald smiles back at Newt.

A dangerous man indeed.

You’ve Made a Grave Mistake.

Requested by Anon:  Will you write a one shot where the reader and Loki are together, and she is held captive by shield in an attempt to get information about the avengers? Thanks!

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Word Count :1397 (oops! I swear when essays had to be 1000 words long it seemed impossible yet narrowing this down to 1397 was so hard lol )

A/N: Ok. I will probably make a part 2 to this. It is already really long for a requested imagine.. I just had so much I wanted for this story lol. this is only my second Loki imagine/blurb thing, hopefully I’ll get better the more I write. Feedback is always appreciated if there are ways you think I can improve, just please be nice about it haha. 

I woke with a jump and looked around the tiny room I was in trying to figure out where the hell I was. The last thing I remembered was relaxing on the couch at the tower with everyone watching a movie on our extremely rare day off. My head had been resting gently in Loki’s lap as he played with my hair absentmindedly. He had finally settled into life with the Avengers, he had finally allowed himself to become one of us and started to trust more people than just Thor and I. I remember getting a vision of something that had caused me to sit up suddenly and turn to warn everyone and then it all went black and I woke up here, tied to this chair. “If I have to be tied to a chair you could have at least made it comfortable… Does anyone want to tell me why the hell you ruined my perfectly good day off.” I yelled into the empty room, knowing I was being watched from somewhere.

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              “Merlin, look at him. Harry is the highlight to Hogwarts this year.” A female gushing had Draco coming to a halt right behind the Hufflepuff table. He bit his lip in indecision. This wasn’t unheard of, people loved to dote after Potter. He was the bloody savior. It wasn’t as if this was unexpected.

                “When isn’t he the highlight?” Another girl chimed in with a dreamy voice that Lovegood would be jealous of. “I mean, his hair being so ruggedly shagged is obviously a preview to everything about him.”

                Draco reluctantly had to agree. The boy was a walking wet dream. He looked over to the head the Ravenclaw table where the brunette was talking animatedly with Lovegood. By his wildly moving hands, it was about something that Harry was rather passionate about.

                “But it’s all being wasted on Malfoy.” Draco narrowed his eyes as he clenched his fists. “What could Harry possibly see in him? Sure, before the war he was cute, hot even but now? No way. Not with the disgusting mark on display. As if he is proud of being an ex-Death Eater. I’d die of shame if it was reversed.”

                Counting to ten was something his mind healer suggested would be a great exercise to not hexing people. Going to Azkaban would be awful on his complexion. He made it to seven before realizing that this counting shite wasn’t working and that Pansy wasn’t a mind healer and actually just a friend who gives horrible advice.

                Their words had him looking down to his left arm where his mark was on display but not for the reasons they believed. He was proud of it. Not because he was proud of being a past Death Eater but because this marked showed his lowest point in life. This mark showed how far he had come and how far he will continue to reach. The dark mark did not define him.

               The Dark Lord had monopolized his self-hatred and desolate thoughts while alive but Draco would be damned to allow the man’s actions to ruin his life from beyond the grave as well. This mark would not be a reminder of his mistakes but a reminder that he made it. A reminder that even at your lowest, things can get better. Life may look dreary and dark but eventually something will lighten up your life and make it all worth it.

                He wasn’t ashamed to bear the dark mark nor was he going to hide it away. Everyone already knew it existed and knew what he had been. Their assumptions that he would be meek and cowed just for being a Death Eater was absolute nonsense.

                “Maybe he just feels bad for Malfoy. He did lose his wealth in repayment for his father’s crimes. Imagine being poor after strutting around all these years.”

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Request: Hi! Could I have a Barry Allen x reader where it starts out as them being friends in hs? Reader likes Barry but keeps it to herself bc Barry always ditches her for Iris and pines over her. She acts like it’s ok until it’s her bday and he doesn’t show up for their plans bc he forgot and was with Iris. She gets tired of it and moves away after yelling at Barry and confessing her feelings (he doesn’t have a chance to respond) Years pass and she comes back and they run into each other! Happy ending?

Pairings: Barry Allen x Iris West (crush); Barry Allen x Reader (best friends/crush; soon to be dating); Iris West x Reader (best friends)

A/N: hi there nonnie! thanks for the request! I had written so much that I had decided to split them into 2 parts! :)

Being friends with Barry Allen was hard when you liked him, he was intelligent, funny, cute, and so much more. He could even sing! A talent only you knew. He was everything you wanted in a guy and more. But he had his eyes set on someone else, Iris West, your guys’ best friend.

She was beautiful, kind hearted, and the only friend you could ever ask for. You were jealous of his affection towards her, but kept it in, waiting to burst out. You were “okay”, but on the inside you felt broken. You three would always have a party. Movies, ice cream, cake, but that all just changed.

It was always, Sorry! Iris had asked to hangout. Iris this, Iris that. Blah. Blah. Blah. Iris, Iris, Iris. You loved her, but you had enough of her for once. You were sick and tired of all of the mistreatment you were getting.

You were alone on your birthday, twice. He’d always say, “It’ll never happen again, I promise.” But it did. You started to sit at lunch alone again. No friends, no company. You were getting stares, and laughs from fellow students.

Your other friends would sit with their own groups, no room to sit, other than a small table with no one. The “geeks and nerds” had their clique, the “bombshells”, the “jocks”, the “goths”, everyone. Barry and Iris would sit at their own table, with friends (mostly Iris’ and their boyfriends). He hadn’t really fit in with them, but Iris was there, and that’s all that matters. You had gone to the restroom, “stomach ache”.

You dumped your tray and went to the restroom. Waiting until lunch passed. Classes had passed and you had to walk home, no car, Mom and Dad busy at work, and you hated the bus. You walked home and just laid there, contemplating life. How miserable you were, everything.

It was your birthday, your “special day”. You, Barry, and Iris would have an amazing party for you. Cake, ice cream, movies, the whole package. But neither of them showed up… No calls, no happy birthday texts, nothing… You just cried silently in your room for hours on end. You had truly felt betrayed. 

Your parents had a business trip, so they also missed it. You were truly broken. The next morning, you didn’t want to go. You just wanted to cry all day. So you skipped, it would be good for your emotional health and wellbeing.

Barry was worried, you had never missed school, not even for the flu. He had forgotten about your birthday because he had already made plans to hangout with Iris. He had run to your house after school had finished. It was raining, and felt so gloomy. He had made a grave mistake… 

He knocked on the door, no answer. He knocked again, until finally the door slowly creaked open. You looked miserable, eyes bloodshot red, your once glowing skin had turn red, still wet from crying. You looked like you had been crying for hours. What had he done?

“[Y/N],” he said, softly with a worried tone and look. “Are you okay?”

“What do you think?” you said unemotionally.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. I’m so sorry.” he said, tears slowly dripping down his face.

“My two best friends, my two only friends, didn’t show up to my birthday. No texts, phone calls, nothing. How do you think I feel?” you ask, tears streaming down your face.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot. I made plans with Iris and didn’t think about it.” he explained.

“Iris, Iris, Iris. Barry, it’s always Iris first. What happened to the three of us?” you ask, tears slowly falling from your face.

“I… I don’t know,” he replies.

“Barry, it’s so hard for me to be around you. I love you Barry. For god’s sake, I love you. But you don’t feel the same for me… and it’s so hard… to… to look at you look pining over Iris. Like she’s all you need.” you say voice cracking from time to time.

“Barry, I think you should go.” your tears had stopped and you were in need of some ice cream.

You closed the door and went upstairs, waiting for the day to just end. When your parents came home, they had great news. You were moving to Starling City.

A/N: Part 2

WE CRACKED PLL (or how at least it could make sense)

Last night, my friends and I, were watching episode 7x14 and it really gave us some old-pll vibes so, as soon as it finished, we spent about 2 hours theorising! It had been a couple of years since we had done that!! If you wanna read our thoughts on the matter, keep on reading!!

THE OTHER KIDS OF MARY DRAKE (and some other family relationships)

Okay, let’s start to try and untangle the Drake-Hastings-DiLaurentis family tree a bit:

  • Jessica and Ken had Alison
  • Jessica and Peter had Jason
  • Peter and Veronica had Melissa
  • Peter and Mary had Spencer
  • Mary and Pastor Ted had Charlotte
  • according to the Radley’s doctor, Mary delivered more than 2 babies

who are these babies? Wren and Bethany

Let’s see the picture Wren draw when working at Radley (in the same episode we see him talking on the phone to A -coughcough, Charlotte, his sister, coughcough- to take care of their own ends):

This is the picture of the perfect family: Daddy playing with his son, and mommy and big sis laughing with them. but who are they? I like to think it’s just as simple as Mary, Charlotte (because Wren loves her and he wouldn’t want to draw her as a boy out of respect for her), Wren himself and his dad. 

We don’t have a confirmation of who the dad is but I have always believed it’s Scott Montgomery who we know had a history of mental illness and could have easily met Mary at Radley and voilà, Wren was born!

As we already know, Mary had had Charlotte once she was in Radley and they gave her to Jessica so the DiLaurentises could adopt her. Then, years later Wren was born, also in Radley, and Mary wasn’t doing that well at the time so she couldn’t take care of him, and neither could Scott, so he was put up for adoption and ended up with a nice British family and the sexiest accent ever.

Years passed and Mary was jealous of Jessica for having the perfect family, his little baby Charles and Alison on its way so she wanted to get back at her and had an affair with Peter. She got pregnant with twins, Spencer who was adopted by Peter and Bethany (aunt Jessica anyone?) who probably was checked into Radley after some time of living with the Youngs.  


Wren was born in Radley and put out for adoption. An English family adopted him but when he was about to go to college he decided to go to the US so he could find out more about his family. 

He then found the identity of his birthmother and started dating Melissa to be close to the DiLaurentises and find out more about his family. He then discovered the whole thing, started working at Radley so he could investigate more and bonded with Charlotte.


Bethany’s case is similar to Wren’s, she and Spencer were born in Radley and put out for adoption. Spencer went with the Hastings’ and Bethany ended up living with the Youngs. After some time, Bethany started showing signs of mental illness and ended back at Radley where she met her birthmother. She also met Charlotte there. As we have seen, she was angry at Mrs. D and wanted revenge so on labour day she escaped Radley and went to Rosewood.

That night, after Ali had already been dug up, she got mistaken for Ali and Mona hit her on the head. Then Melissa buried her. 

At this point, it would have been easy for the police to get her mistaken for Ali, nobody knew she was Mary’s offspring and after all, don’t they check DNA with the siblings? wouldn’t Jason and Bethany have the same DNA markers as siblings have, seeing they share the father and their moms are identical twins?


Charlotte and Wren. They are/were fighting for their family, hurting everybody who has ever hurted them. When Wren was working at Radley, he met Charlotte and they shared their life stories. They bonded and decided to take on Mona’s game to avenge their family. 

this marvelous edit was made by @wrenischarles. thanks!!

The game had already started, and the girls were making mistakes, so it was very easy for them to continue it. They started with opening their sister’s grave so the world knew it wasn’t Alison in there and continued fighting until Ali came back. Now it was time to prepare for their final act and they allied with Lucas (and probably some others such as Jenna, Noel, etc. to end the game once and for all). 

The girls were getting closer to them so they decided that Charlotte would confess and they made up Charlotte’s story from 6x10. They knew that because of her previous mental illness problems, she would be checked into another mental facility for some years and then, if she behaved well, would get out like nothing happened. 

Everything went according to plan except that Charlotte got killed just hours after being back home, so Wren got angry and started letting everything out on the Liars.


  • We now know Lucas and Charles (Charlotte) were friends, could they be using Lucas’ brains to develop their masterplan? it is clear Lucas hates Ali and he can’t be that happy with Hanna either… he’s been in love with the girl for ages now!
  • It gives Melissa some solid motive to bury Bethany: she knew about Spencer being adopted, so she probably knew about her having a twin sister and when she saw that her family’s secret could get out, she took the bull by its horns.
  • This could also explain why Aria has been the less atacked by A, she is Wren’s cousin.
  • Wren and Ezra definitely know each other. Come on! take a look at the art that was in the cabin Ezra took Aria to, and the way they look at each other on ep. 7x15′s promo. 

BONUS THEORY: what if Spencer is actually Bethany and the real Spencer is the body they found in Ali’s grave? We have never seen Bethany’s face, so that gives us room to play with her, doesn’t it? It would take the show FULL CIRCLE and also follow the book’s plot, maybe it is a little bit too twisted, but you never really know with this show, it’s PLL after all!

disclaimer: I haven’t read any theories lately due to lack of time so I don’t know if anybody has already said something along these lines. if so, I apologize!!


An arrow for you

I honestly wasn’t sure if you want me to write this based on the Arrow series or like comic wise but I just used what I know! There might even be some discrepancies but for the sake of the request, hope you don’t mind! It’s also short too – it would have been shorter if it wasn’t for the extra bit that I decided to add. Thank you for sending in this request and sorry it took a while for me to post it up! Hope you enjoy!

Requested by: @welcometothislittleplace

Okay! My idea for an imagine was an Oliver Queen x reader - as you may have guessed by now :) -where the reader(member of team arrow) gets  hurt during a mission(maybe a knee injury or something) and she(or he) has to go trough surgery because of it and Oliver becomes very worried and protective!

Swallowing an aggravated sigh, Oliver draws in a deep breath and counted to ten before slowly releasing it – he honestly didn’t think things would go this bad. If he had only been more careful and listened to the advice of his team, this would not have happened and you would not have ended up in surgery.

“Oliver, she’ll be fine.” Felicity places her hand on his shoulder and Oliver lets out another sigh before looking at his friend. “We have the best doctors on her right now.” She tries to reassure him but Oliver simply shrugs off her hand from his shoulder and run a hand through his hair.

“If I had been a little bit more careful, Y/N would not have to go through surgery.” Oliver grunts, annoyed by his own careless mistake. You had taken that arrow for him and ended up getting gravely injured because of that arrow too. So of course, if he had been paying more attention to his surrounding, you probably would not have been in this situation. Now, all he can do is just wait for your surgery to end.

“You and I both know that even if you had been a little more careful,” Felicity starts, narrowing her eyes at Oliver, “Y/N would have still taken that arrow for you, Oliver!” She knows of your feelings for him – Felicity has tried to get you to confess your feelings to Oliver but you have always chickened out at the very last minute – and of course, you will take that arrow for him although you probably did not expect to have to go through surgery. “You are just distraught right now – how about you go grab a coffee and get something to eat first?” But before Oliver could even open his mouth to reply, Felicity shakes her head. “This is not a suggestion but an order, Oliver.”

Oliver relents. He knows he wouldn’t be able to see you until you get out of the surgery anyway. So he leaves the waiting area and heads down to the cafeteria, ignoring the group of people turning their heads whenever they see him. He spends over an hour trying to get his thoughts sorted out too. The media is really going to eat this up too – just another day in the life of Oliver Queen. 


“I was worried about you, Y/N.” Oliver frowns as he scoots his chair closer to your bed and you chuckle as you shake your head. “It’s nothing to laugh about.”

You shrug your shoulders – you have only been out of surgery for at least an hour – or so, you’d like to think – and you have seen almost all of your teammates too. Felicity managed to let it slip to you about how worried Oliver had been and hearing those words coming from his mouth made you feel a little bit giddy too.

“Even if you could rewind time, I will still do the same thing.” You simply state and held your hand out. Oliver raises one of his eyebrows but places his hand in yours anyways. You smile at him and continue to hold his hand.

“We need to have a talk about that habit of yours – I really don’t need any saving.” Oliver points out but you shush him instead, closing your eyes.

“I am going to pretend you didn’t say anything, Oliver.” You let out a yawn and pull your blanket up to your chin, revealing your cast. “I am going to take a nap now.” You tell him and Oliver chuckles before tightening the hold he has on your hand.

Leave it to you to make things lighter than it actually is, Oliver smiles and continues to sit beside you, watching you take your nap. It’s a little bit comforting to know that the two of you will be alright.

(2) new voice messages- TJ Perkins Drabble

As the front door of his apartment closed, TJ was greeted with the same feeling that had been following him for weeks now, loneliness. Normally, after a tough few days of doing shows, he would walk through this door, either with you or expecting you, now, it was just an empty apartment. He had always wanted you here, just not in the way that he was now expecting. Friends with benefits was a term that you had thrown around quite a bit, the two of you simply couldn’t keep your hands off each other. There were nights where there was no sleep, just intertwined in bed, panting and moaning into his skin. TJ could still remember those nights, which is probably why when he walked into his room, it felt like you were there. As he tore off his clothes, falling into what were supposed to be clean sheets but oddly enough still smelt like you, TJ slammed his fist into the mattress frustrated. Friends with benefits is always a bad idea, considering someone almost always falls for the other, and in this case it was you. You fell hard, and eventually told TJ, figuring you saw the signals to tell him the truth. His feelings weren’t clear and you left, not having any contact with him since that day. TJ couldn’t figure out what he wanted, but he knew he wanted you, just never understood how. Now, not having you, and being alone had made him realise that the feelings he had for you were more than he originally believed he had. It made him realise you were it, the one that everyone kept talking about, it was always you. Picking up his phone, he saw that he never changed his wallpaper of the pair of you, so happy and so foolishly in love. His fingers opened up his contact book and before much of a thought, he had decided to call you. His heart was bursting out of his chest realising it was ringing. He just needed to hear your voice, to scream for you to come back to his house, which now only felt like home if you were in it. After a few seconds he was greeted with your voice, however, not in the way he wanted.

“Hey, you’ve reached Y/N. I can’t make it to my phone right now so leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Beep”.

Your voice made TJ stop, his stomach doing flips. What was he going to say? Why did he even call in the first place if he had no words? He slowly took a breath, figuring he needed to at least say something before you just heard a creep breathing into the phone on your voice messages.

“Uh… hey… it’s me, TJP *laugh* sorry, I know how much you love to say that… well used to anyway. I just wanted to apologies… I… I didn’t understand what I wanted at the time but now I know it’s you. You are what I want and” *beep*


Tj slammed his fist on the bed again. Calling the number again, he willed himself to say what he needed to say in the small time frame he had. At the beep, he took a breath and focused on what his heart was telling him.

“It’s always been you, always. You said you wanted to marry me, that night when you were blind drunk and you said you didn’t remember but I know you did. I saw the hurt in your eyes when I laughed it off the next day but you need to believe me when I say I don’t just want to marry you. I want to worship you, I want to make you feel like the most beautiful girl in the whole world, because to me you are the most spectacular girl in the universe. Just please… give me a call. I need to hear your voice and I have so much more to say. Please” *beep*

Tj sighed, bringing his phone to rest on the bed he was sitting on, however he didn’t realise he had been pacing during the phone call. As he made his way to lay down on his bed, he felt empty. What if him finally opening up was going to hurt him more? What if you had moved on already, no longer holding those feelings toward him? What TJ didn’t know is that you were awake back home, missing his calls because you feared hearing his voice would make you crumble even more. But you caved after the second call, initially thinking it was a butt dial but the second voice message made you curious. Hearing his words, the sincerity in his voice made you cry, sob to the point you were gasping for air. A few deep breaths and with a clear vision, you dialled his number, hoping you weren’t making a grave mistake. One ring was all it took for TJ to scramble for his phone and answer.


“Hey Teej.”

“I didn’t think you would call back. Your voice mail cut me off, I have so much more to say”

“TJ, listen… did you mean what you said?”

“Of course I did. Look I know I’m an idiot but I miss waking up to you, miss having you here. I miss hearing you talk about what you want for your future because I now realise that everything you said, I want too but I want it with you, I always have I was just being naïve and scared to realise it.”


“Remember what you said to me one night, how you wanted a baby? I want that. I want to wake up to hear his little cry, or hers, I know how much you want a girl, but imagine a little boy that looked like us.  I think I want that because if we had a girl that looked like you, my god I would be hitting boys away with sticks, she would be the most gorgeous little girl in the whole world, my heart couldn’t handle that. But if he cried in the middle of the night, I would get up because I know you could sleep through an earthquake and may not hear it but I wouldn’t mind because that would be our baby, and I want that. I also want to lay in bed with you on cold winter mornings and hear their footsteps as they come to wake us up, running down the hallways of this house. I want kids here, I now realise this place is too big for 1 person”

By now you were really crying, holding your heart as you both smiled and ached to be by his side.

“TJ, I want that too but are you sure this isn’t just you wanting to make me happy?”

“God no! I want this, I want every birthday, Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day and New Year’s with you until the day I die. These past few weeks I realised something, that this place, this big house doesn’t feel like home and it’s because you aren’t here. You’re not here to leave makeup on the bathroom counter or the smell of your cooking wafting through the house. I miss tripping on your shoes because you leave them wherever you please but mostly I miss lying in bed, falling asleep to the sound of your breathing, your warmth filing the bed because although I cleaned my sheets, they still smell like you and it’s so cold here.”

TJ could hear you breathing on the other end of the phone, occasionally sniffling. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and make sure you were okay.

“Just please Y/N, come home”

You smiled as you heard his words.

“I’ll be on the first flight out tomorrow”

TJ smiled as he lay back down on his bed, content with hearing you say those words.

“I miss you”

“I miss you too Teej. I’ll be there tomorrow, get some sleep”

After saying good night and hanging up, TJ close his eyes and sighed contently. Only a few more hours and you would be here and finally, this house would feel like home again, and TJ couldn’t be happier.  


Requested by anonymous: Hi, I dont know whether you take requests or not, but I kinda wanted to try anyway. So, could you maybe write something with Pietro where he just kind of lost his powers, but still goes on missions and stuff but things go really wrong and him and the reader are surrounded and the team cant find them?? But like with a lot of angst???🙏And its totally ok if you dont take requests!! Cause you´re still awsome💋💕😍!! Sorry if its a bit long

Word Count: 880

Warning: Content may be triggering + the crappy writing was strong with this one

(A/N): It´s not that I don´t want to take requests, it´s just that I´m incredibly slow when it comes to updating and I´m not all that creative anyways. So, I genuinely believe that other writers would do your request more justice. And btw what´s with you people and angst??

Summary: Children are allowed to make mistakes. You never were.

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The inferior function is opposite to the dominant function, so the two functions generally pull you in opposite directions, feeding you conflicting information about the world. If the dominant function is your true self and who you should be, then the inferior function is the dark aspect of your personality, the part of yourself that you do not understand very well, the part of your personality that you are prone to avoiding or rejecting. Due to long term reliance on the dominant function and always choosing its goals and desires, the goals and desires of the inferior function remain submerged in the unconscious mind. However, according to psychoanalytic theory, mental activities that are too repressed in the unconscious mind have a way of exerting themselves underhandedly when you least expect it, which implies that the inferior function is not truly “inferior” but actually quite powerful in ways that you do not fully grasp.

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Stop. Pause your scrolling. Wait. I have a thing for you.

Actual Mummy Newt.

That’s it. Resume scrolling if you want, but know that I’ll be judging you - Graves will be judging you, because actual Mummy Newt is the most adorable thing in all of creation and if you hurt his feelings by ignoring him then Graves will have to eviscerate you. He won’t want to do it. It’ll make him sad. But he’ll do it.

Now how, you might ask, does Newt evolve into Actual Mummy Newt? Like this:

There’s a girl. The girl is desperate, the girl is scared, but the girl saw Newt save a Jengu spirit from a hunter’s net on the river banks and she thinks - she hopes - that he will be kind. She tucks her baby’s blankets more tightly around her and kisses her tiny fingers and says goodbye, and she leaves the baby on the doorstep of the tiny hut. She retreats - but not far, because there are wild dogs and wild cats and she is determined to see her baby safe - and waits.

The door opens. A man peers out, cautious, wand raised. Her breath stutters to a halt and her heart freezes in her chest, because it isn’t Newt, it isn’t the kind man - it’s Graves. Graves stalks around glaring balefully at the world and it’s easy to mistake him for an angry man. The girl knows angry men. She readies herself to move forwards, to take her daughter and run, to forget this plan and ignore the better future she hoped her daughter would have -

Graves picks the baby up, gently, nervously, as though she were something precious and fragile. His face, when he looks at her, is blank; when he looks up and sees through the girl’s pitiful illusens, there is sorrow and fury and careful understanding in his gaze. Remember, Graves was an auror because he wanted to protect people. Remember, Graves was an auror who saw all the things people needed protecting from. He makes to step forwards, baby cradled in his arms, to say something, perhaps - the girl vanishes. Her heart pounds and she’s crying and that’s it, that’s goodbye, she’s done everything she can do. 

(It’s not goodbye. It’s only until later, and later is sixteen years away when the girl - the woman - holds her daughter close and presses desperate kisses into her curly hair and smooths her hands over her perfect face. In the background the man she thought was kind and the man she thought was angry stand to the side and smile. The woman will be crying then, when she says goodbye for the second time, but they will be different tears and a different goodbye and her daughter will turn around and say I’ll write, mama, and I’ll bring you photos next time to show you where I’ve been.)

But that is then and this is now, and now Graves goes down the ladder one careful step at a time and stares at the bundle held against his chest. Tiny grey eyes and tiny snuffling nose and tiny dark eyelashes blinking against tiny dark cheeks - she’s tiny.

“We’ll take her to Nairobi,” he tells Newt. “They’ll have an orphanage there, or a family who can take her in.”

Newt lays her down on his lap - she’s no longer than his thigh, she fits in like she’s made to be there and curls her legs against his stomach - and runs gentle fingers over the fluff on her head. “We can’t apparate with a baby,” he says. “It’ll be slow - a month, maybe?” The baby sneezes and Newt waves his fingers at her, distracting her while he wipes the bubbles of milk-spit away.

“It takes as long as it takes,” Graves says, and maybe he honestly deludes himself into thinking that will only be a month.

Because. That month.

The baby is two weeks old, or thereabouts. She can’t see, not really - she scowls at the world as it fails to come into focus and Graves scowls right back and makes Newt laugh. She can smell though, and for the first few nights she is miserable and howling because she can smell that her mother is gone; she tugs at the cloth of Newt’s shirt and scrabbles for milk that he doesn’t have and she wriggles against a hold that isn’t the right hold and she screams.

Newt bounces her and talks to her, always talks to her non stop nonsense words, and waits for her to get used to him. He mixes four different kinds of milk to make the best substitute he can (and sends Graves out among the habitats to collect them) and feeds it to her with a careful diligence while Graves hovers and worries about it being the right temperature. When she fusses and squalls, Newt rubs her back until burps and makes a face as he cleans away the excess milk.

There are a lot of cleaning charms involved. Babies make a lot of mess. Newt switches into old clothes, comfy clothes, over-large button shirts with the sleeves rolled up soft cardigans that he can wrap around the baby like a blanket and hug her against his chest. He bounces her and he babbles to her and he coos in delight when she looks at him and smiles, even though he knows it doesn’t mean anything at that age. He gets up in the middle of the night and shambles over to the cot on the other side of the room and stifles a yawn as he picks her up and tries to convince her to tell him what’s wrong.

“She’s a baby,” Graves grumps from where he’s trying to osmose through the sheets and become one with the mattress. “She can’t tell you what’s wrong. She doesn’t speak English, she speaks loud.”

“Can too,” Newt protests. “She says she’s hungry.”

Graves’ reply contains several swear words at that and Newt pointedly covers the baby’s ears. Graves’ reply to that is to offer a rude hand gesture on his zombie-stumbling way down to the kitchen to retrieve and heat up the milk. He hands it to Newt and stands behind him while Newt feeds her, Graves’ arms wrapped around Newt’s waist and Graves’ chin balanced on Newt’s shoulders.

“She needs a name,” Newt says softly while he’s tucking her blanket around her and setting her back down to sleep.

“It’s only three weeks to Nairobi,” Graves says back just as softly.

“I was thinking Claire,” Newt continues as though Graves hadn’t spoken, and the stubborn tilt to his chin says that Newt is prepared to engage selective deafness however many times Graves tries to raise the point.

Graves doesn’t try that hard. Six weeks later - because Newt and schedules? No. - they arrive in Nairobi and take Claire to the local centre for magical fostering. Ten days after that they leave Nairobi as the official, legally recognised adoptive parents of one Claire Mathilda Scamander-Graves, and by that point Graves has even learnt to keep the milk in a coolbox in the bedroom instead of falling down the ladder to the kitchen every night in search of it.


the only man I ever loved… he was humorous and nothing got under his skin. we never fought, he didn’t have the guts. he had no body until we met. he never hid his emotions because I could see right through him. it was a grave mistake to let him get away. he said his heart just wasn’t in it. I would’ve fought harder but he didn’t like my dog. that was kind of a dealbreaker.

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Genre: Wolf (AU)/ smut

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You huffed, forcing your burning legs to move faster. Your lungs felt like they were on fire but you  ignored it, not letting anything slow you down. You knew they were coming after you, chasing you so they could lock you up once again. You had had enough.However, soon your legs couldn’t hold you up any longer and you collapsed, falling face first into the dirt and fallen leaves. With a hammering heart and fear still burning inside you like a bonfire, you tried to get up but your arms slipped from under you, no longer able to hold your weight because of exhaustion.

“What are you doing on our territory, you rogue!” someone hissed from behind you as the heeled bottom of a boot slammed into your back, forcing the air out of your lungs. You wheezed, trying to reply to him but you couldn’t. Tears burned at the sides of your eyes as the pressure on your back increased till it felt like you would break. But, learning what a grave mistake it was to let others near you the hard way, you closed your eyes, pulling on a poker face as you refused to let any emotions slip through. Aloud growl was emitted by the person behind you before he roughly grabbed hold of your arm, dragging you behind you.

“I know just the place for disgusting pests like you,” he hissed as he dragged you to a dull white building. Two men stood outside the door, fierce and deadly looks on their faces as they scanned you.You were too tired to fight back, no matter how much your wolf urged you to.

‘At least they won’t find me here,’ you thought as the man dragged you to a cell, throwing you in and locking the door after you. You slumped in one corner of the room, exhaustion turning your limbs into jelly and before you knew it, you had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

“Get up you rogue!“ you were roughly shaken out of your sleep, a loud smack hitting you right across your cheek, making it sting. You closed your eyes, forcing back all those memories of your 'parents’ treating you in a similar manner.

“What do you want?” you hissed, the wall of independence you had built making an appearance. You had learned how to be strong and how to guard yourself at all times. There was no way you were going to fall weak in front of anyone’s eyes.

“You don’t get to talk like that around here,“ the man shouted, grabbing your hair as he jerked your head back. Your head stung as you kicked around, not wanting to give in without a fight.

"You-” the man raised his hand to punch you when another man ran up to the cell, eyes wide with fear.

“We are under attack! The Im pack is moving in, we have to go,” the hurriedly explained, making your attacker leave you, with one last kick and a promise that he’d be back to finish you off.You grunted, crawling over to the side of the cell as your side throbbed and your cheek burned. You were pretty sure it was going to bruise pretty badly, if it already hadn’t started bruising yet.

 Be brave, Y/N. We will get out of here just like we got away from them, your wolf consoled you as you sat huddled up in a corner in such a way to minimize the pain as much as possible.

Suddenly, you heard shouts outside the building and you tensed, fearing what was going to happen. A bang, and a dozen of foot-steps were heard. You coughed, curling around as the foot steps neared the cell. Something wasn’t right. Your heart was beating like crazy and you were picking up an intoxicating smell that was coming from near you. With a determined grunt, you dragged yourself towards the cell bars just as they were ripped away from the ground.

A tall man stood in front of you, his black hair pushed back and his piercing brown eyes studying your broken form with such intensity, you felt exposed. Your breathing hitched as you studied the handsome stranger in front of you, your wolf purring with delight at his scent. He bent down, scooping your broken and exhausted form in his arms, tingles running through you at his touch. When he opened his full, pink lips, the words that tumbled out were the ones your wolf was howling in your head.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, placing a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead. The way he was holding you felt like you were some delicate, precious possession that he could not dream of parting from and one he would never let anyone steal from him.Strangely, for reasons unknown to you, you felt safe in this stranger’s embrace, something you hadn’t felt ever since that night. 

The man who had saved you (and whose name you yet had to learn) was sitting a few feet away from you as a doctor examined you, growling every time you winced because the doctor applied too much pressure on the part where it hurt. After a few minutes of examining, the doctor told you that you were fine, a little weak due to exhaustion but that the rest will fix it all up. And with that, he left you alone with the handsome stranger, the awkwardness returning to the air.

“Can I ask you your name?“ his smooth voice asked as he suddenly appeared in your line of sight. You clutched at the sheet around you, a little scared of his intense stare.

“Y/N,” you replied with the calmness you were totally not feeling. The stranger softly smiled, repeating your name. It rolled so perfectly off his tongue, making you shiver. What was going on?

It’s normal you fool. You are reacting to your mate.

“My name is Im Jaebum,“ the stranger, Jaebum, winked at you, "I’m the alpha of this pack.”

“Alpha? Pack? I don’t understand,” you frowned, bringing your knees to yourself when a sharp pain ran through your side, making you let out a hiss. Jaebum’s hand was instantly in your shoulder, gently and carefully guiding you to lay down.

“Please don’t worry too much, princess. I’ll explain everything once you have gained back your strength" Jaebum coaxed you, his fingers running through your hair, instantly making you forget all about your pain, “You must be starving. Let me get you something to eat.” You barely managed a nod before he brought your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it before he left you. You collapsed back into the bed with a sigh, not sure what was going on. The stranger’s attention towards you unsettled you at the same time while it melted your heart. Never had you seen anyone be this attentive towards you, care about you so much and it all warmed your heart to a huge extent.When Jaebum returned with the tray full of all kinds of food, a little blush coloured your cheeks.Seating himself and the tray in front of you, he gave you a sheepish smile

“I didn’t really know what you liked so…“ he trailed off, shrugging just as the door of the room began to bang. Jaebum growled lightly as he answered it, not letting whoever it was enter the room.

"Alpha, we have found the man. Your orders?” the person on the other side of the door asked,making Jaebum’s eyes flash amber.

“Rip him apart,“ Jaebum growled, his voice laced with anger that sent a chill down your spine but for some reason, he didn’t scare you. He returned to you again, studying your face with a soft, caressing gaze.

“I’m so sorry for what those bastards did to you,” Jaebum’s hand reached out towards your face,hovering just inches away, silently asking permission, “I won’t let anyone do that to you ever again. I promise you,” His voice held so much sincerity, so many emotions that you couldn’t help but look at him with a bewildered look, quickly masking it. However, he had seen it.

“Thank you for saving me, really, but I think I should get going now,“ you pushed the tray away, trying to get out of bed when a wave of nausea hit you. Jaebum was by your side in a second, gently guiding you back into bed.

“Please don’t burden yourself anymore. I can’t let you out of this bed until you have rested properly,” his eyes looked pained as he scanned you over, pulling the tray back near you. You were never one to take the sympathy or pity of anyone, knowing how much it hurt when that same pity takes a 180 degree turn but, to your surprise, you weren’t fighting against Jaebum and you knew fighting would be useless.He had saved your life and whether you liked it or not, you owed him.

You had never been a huge fan of romantic gestures, maybe because you were brought up in such away where the whole idea of 'soulmates’ and 'made for one another’ seemed like a huge lie to you. Your parents  had never shown you what love and taking care of one another meant. And all these reasons lead you to build a strong fortress around yourself, one that nothing could breach, ever.Or so you thought.When you woke up in the morning, you saw Jaebum curled up on the couch in the room. It was small for his tall frame and you could clearly see how uncomfortable he was but he didn’t complain,honouring your wishes more than his comfort. He not only gave you his whole bed but began to live in his own room like a guest. For the first time in your life, you felt like someone actually cared for you. He had explained what an Alpha and a pack was and you understood that his job was a very busy one, yet he still looked after you, checking up on you, spending time with you, despite his work. He would at times return to the room with flowers, complimenting your smile every time he did so. Your felt warm and fuzzy inside, something even your wolf couldn’t explain.

Soon, the time when you were totally healed and able to stand on your feet came. You were conflicted about staying or leaving. Jaebum had sparked a curiosity in you and all those little kids and the people of the pack, who came to visit and keep you company when Jaebum couldn’t had won a place in your heart. You couldn’t help but let your heart overrule your head just once, listening to your wolf as well. And so, with the decision to stay, you were guided to a new room, one that fit your taste perfectly.

Gradually, the idea of leaving became a distant memory. Weeks passed and you still couldn’t bring yourself to leave the pack. Jaebum and his sweet gestures, his unwavering attention and goofy personality had somehow wiggled through the fortress built around your heart, making a residence there. No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t deny that strong pull the two of you had.

But in all honesty, it was the feeling of actually meaning something to someone that made you stay, just to cherish that feeling for a little longer. He would always get you breakfast in the morning, checking up on you multiple times throughout the day, ignoring his work to help you understand the pack life. Small, yet such caring acts of his were the ones that made you realize that you were beginning to open up to him, a thought both sweet yet scary.

“Y/N! Get up! Get up!“  Dahyun screamed in your ear, pulling you out of the bed. You grumbled as you complied to her request, remembering the shopping trip the two of you had planned. You both were heading to the nearest human town because majority of the clothes you had been wearing were over-sized and many shirts belonged to Jaebum.When the two of you stumbled downstairs, you found Jaebum and the 'beta’ Jackson, waiting for the two of you. Dahyun grumbled as Jaebum insisted on accompanying us and left no place for arguments.

He was their Alpha after all.

"He is so bossy,” Dahyun mumbled to you as the two of you climbed into the back seat, making you giggle. Jaebum shot the two of you an amused look, his eyes softening as they landed on you before he drove away from the house.

Five shops, aching feet and a grumbling stomach later, Jaebum was able to drag you away from Dahyun, leaving Jackson to divert her attention for a while. Chatting, joking and laughing, the two of you headed towards the food court when you bumped into someone. Looking up, your eyes met the piercing blue of your 'brother’.

“Y/N?“ his voice dripping with hate and venom exclaimed as he grabbed a hold of your arm, squeezing it so hard that a whimper escaped your lips. That was all it took to push Jaebum to Alpha mood. He ripped your 'brother’ off of you, standing in the middle as he glared down at him.

“Who the hell are you?” Jaebum growled. Your brother ignored him, weaving his way away from him and grabbing you by the arm again.

“Wait till father gets his hand on you, you bitch!“ he roughly jerked you towards him, leading to Jaebum punching him straight in the nose. Your brother fell to the ground, his nose bleeding. Gently taking a hold of your hand and guiding you to the car, Jaebum called Jackson, asking him to take care of the mess while he took you home.The drive to the house was silent, an unanswered question lingering in the air which Jaebum was obviously waiting for you to answer but you didn’t know how. He quietly followed you up to your room and the moment the two of you were in the room, he turned around and locked the door, locking his unwavering and intense gaze on you.

“Who was that, Y/N?” Jaebum’s surprisingly soft voice asked as he made him way over to you, sitting down next to you.

It’s now or never, Y/N. You have to tell him.

“He was my foster brother,” you whispered, your eyes closing on their own, “his family adopted me when I was three I guess and since then they had taken care of me. However, the day I turned, they…changed. I was monster to them which needed to… to be kept… locked up and beaten..”

“Y/N, you’re not a monster,“ Jaebum’s voice of filled with pain as he said that, "You don’t need to be locked up or beaten. I’ll rip those bastards apart for ever laying a hand on you!” A sob broke through you, one you had held back for years. Being with Jaebum made you realize that not always did you need to keep yourself strong, there were times you were allowed to break, there were times you should allow others to help you up and this was one of those times. Your head buried into Jaebum’s shoulder as your hands fisted his shirt.

“Look at me,” Jaebum pulled back, pulling your chin up so he could look straight at you,"when I see you, I see a strong, independent, beautiful woman. Not some monster.”

You sucked in a breath as he leaned down, capturing your lips with his own. As gently as the kiss itself, he brought his hand up to cup your face in his large palm. You rested your hand on top of his curling your fingers over the side of his hand.

“I love you.”

The words disappeared from the tip of your tongue, lost and unspoken as he carefully laid you down on bed softly pushing at you shoulder. Your legs came to wrap around his waist instinctively while scooting up, pulling him up with you by the fabric of his shirt still fisted in your hand.Once you let go he quickly discarded it, kneeling between your legs. His toned upper body glowed in the low lighting of the room. Your hands moved from the waistband of his jeans, over his stomach, his chest and up to his face feeling the soft muscles of your mate under your delicate, feather soft touch.Jaebum made quick work of your shirt quickly taking it off along with your bra and went to feeling your exposed upper body in his own ways. Kisses, bites and licks made their way down to the top of your underwear peeking from the waistband of your pants. They too rested on the floor in a matter of seconds, along with his.

Now completely bare, he covered your body with his own, holding himself over you with his arms. Your eyes moved down to his lower body and with a smirk you reached down to grip him. He gasped in surprise, he had not expected such a tight grip when you reached down. Jaebum groaned when youbegan tugging at his cock.

“Y/N,” he breathed against your neck as you began guiding him to your core. You moaned at the slightest brush of his sex against your core.

“Fuck,” taking both his hands in yours he laced together your fingers.“Teasing can wait,” he panted against your ear, placing your interlocked hands on either side of yourhead, “Let me make love to you.” Something fluttered in your stomach at his words. You turned your head and caught his lips in a soft kiss as he gently pushed into you.

Jaebum moved against you gently. His length dragged against your walls making moans fall from your lips uncontrollably. They were slow and soft, just like the kisses on your neck; he moved hitting deep with each thrust.You found release before him, tightening around his length, making him gasp, sweat droplets falling onto you: hot and slick just like you felt as he picked up pace reaching after his climax.

“Y/N. You’re so beautiful, baby. Don’t ever believe what they tell you. You don’t need to believe anyone but me. I love you so much.” His words were followed by his release filling you up and arms giving out from holding him up for so long making him fall down you.

“I love you too,” you whispered into his shoulder as he bit down. You were officially his, you thought,your energy losing volume as you fell into a deep, now peaceful sleep.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a story about diamonds

There once was a diamond,
It enjoyed being a diamond.
It was hard, it was tough,
It was small, it wasn’t rough.
It was shiny, it was whiny -
But don’t be fooled, twas no Hermione.

One day, this tiny diamond,
Met a friendly man in his prime and,
Said in its toughest voice,
“I would like a spin in your Royce.”
The young man thought for a moment and,
Opened the door to let in the diamond.

As mistakes go, this one was grave,
Because although this young man did cave,
The diamond had a more sinister plot -
It would steal the car on the spot.
The young man drove around, oblivious
While the diamond rubbed its hands, nefarious.

The man turned into an empty street,
The diamond revealed it wasn’t all that sweet.
He panicked, calmed down, tried to bargain,
But this carbon was no thapsigargin.
What could the young man do?
In the backseat was a cordon bleu.

The diamond, with its lack of smell,
Had no interest in the hungering quell.
However, as the stone was an evil wastage,
It decided to hold the cordon hostage.
“Give me your car, and you can have this treat.”
“I’d rather mount you on a ring, that’d be neat.”

The diamond, perplexed as it could be,
Scrambled for a response on its octahedron feet.
“Aren’t you scared I will hurt you?” It asked.
“This is definitely not going as I forecast.”
The young man looked the diamond up and down,
In his mind he likened it to a clown.

“You have no arms, no ammunitions,
Not even a menacing look on your face, good heavens,
You are small, you are weak,
You squeak, and yet you screak.
You’re so shiny from all your faces,
Any policeman can nab you ere you drive away 5 paces.”

The diamond would not be insulted so,
It stood up in its seat, tall as a big toe.
“You jest at my looks, my unpreparedness,
But you forget my claim to fame, my renownedness.”
With that it flung at him, sharp edges at the ready.
The young man was left crying, his face all bloody.

The diamond got the car, and the meat sandwich, too.
The young man left on the side of the car, crying like a fool.
Now this tale is not meant to inspire,
I don’t want a chuckle, nor a compliment for hire.
This is a cautionary tale against the seemingly unanimated,
I hope all your kids have been vaccinated.

Now that you’ve met this diamond,
The nastiest, and meanest diamond.
You’ll agree it was definitely hard, it was kind of tough,
It was small, and - I lied, it was a little bit rough.

People need to be fed and housed. They need warmth and compassion and to survive. Charities, non-profits and government agencies don’t provide enough and have rules excluding those that need the most help. They have rules excluding those who fit certain parameters. They easily cut off aid for a variety of arbitrary reasons. The left needs to be doing that these organizations are doing but outside, without and against them. 

Show people they don’t need to be deserving or worthy to be cared for. The left’s energies often get sapped into organizations that due to their nature have specific rules attached to who can receive care and who cannot. Those with the most need are also those who are the least able to meet those standards. Those who have need and fit those standards will not receive that care for long. There are those who have the need but because they are making slightly more money than the maximum the standards dictate they are unable to receive them. Everyone in some way is not being supported in the ways that actually would allow them to thrive and free up their time.

A successful left I think would be providing these services directly regardless of the ideological purity of the people involved. So much of the left requires some kind of ideological purity to simply be involved (to hang around college aged leftists primarily) and that’s a grave mistake and is a huge reason I am so dissatisfied with the left writ large.


Chapter 1

When Newt Scamander was 25 years old he learned what cruelty could do to a good man, but he also learned how much patience and dedication could help someone who was being haunted by a horrible experience.

His first visit to New York not only gave him the opportunity to return Frank to his natural habitat, but to meet Tina, Queenie and Jacob. For the first time in so many years Newt had… friends, real ones.

He also met Percival Graves. After the city was almost destroyed and Grindelwald stopped momentarily (he managed to escape by killing the two aurors that were keeping an eye on him), Tina asked him to help her find her boss -the real one-.

They found Graves in a basement; he looked terrible and although it didn’t surprise Newt it still hurt his heart to see someone Tina used to speak so highly of like that. In his dark eyes there was only rage, fear and loneliness; it reminded Newt of the creatures he had found during his travels around the world, the ones that had been tortured and starved.

Newt observed carefully as two of the aurors tried -and failed- to approach Mr. Graves. He shook his head; they were doing everything wrong, from the threatening way they moved to the tension of their shoulders and how they held their wands. Graves stood -which surprised him because he was so weak Newt thought he wouldn’t be able to move- and tried to attack them.

That’s when Newt decided to step in -despite Tina’s protests- he walked slowly and knelt down close to Graves while staring at him in the eye, he also showed him both of his hands, to prove him he didn’t have his wand.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he promised in a whisper. “I just want to help you.”

Newt offered his hand and heard as everyone else in the room held their breath waiting for Graves to do something.

The dark look traveled from his feet to the fingers that tried to reach him and finally up to Newt’s face.

“I like your eyes,” Graves commented in a rough voice. Then he sighed as he just made up his mind and took that freckled hand in his.

Newt stayed in New York two months more than he had planned to; the first one he spent every morning on a chair next to Graves’ hospital bed and reading the books he had about Thunderbirds to complete his research. The other wizard didn’t talk much and when he had to reply to Newt’s questions he used one-syllable​ words or growls, Newt actually giggled every time he did that because he reminded him of a very grumpy wampus.

Still, it was more than anyone had managed to get from him. In fact, most of the time Graves refused to see anyone who wasn’t Newt, so the magizoologist became the messenger between him and the rest of MACUSA.

Some part of him understood why Mr. Graves didn’t want them close, the bitterness about them not noticing the Director they had for months was not the real one must’ve felt devastating and lonely. So Newt allowed him to be distant, to try and do the things necessary for him to heal mentally, but after the fourth time Tina returned with a sad face from the hospital, Newt decided it was time to talk to Percival Graves.

“You were the only one who noticed and you didn’t even know me then,” he said once Newt tried to make him think about forgiveness. “They’re trained aurors, they had known me for years when Grindelwald showed up wearing my face and they didn’t notice. They didn’t care.”

His voice was dark, almost as if wasn’t Mr. Graves who was talking; his words felt heavy, bitter and full of a barely suppressed rage. A shiver passed through Newt’s body, but he ignored the sensation and scolded himself for being afraid; that was Mr. Graves not Grindelwald.

“Everybody makes mistakes,” Newt said, a nervous smile quirking the corners of his lips up, but not entirely. “They made one, but they’re sorry. Just… please don’t be so hard on them.”

For a moment, Newt worried Graves would refuse, because of the frown that appeared on his face, but then he laughed; a genuinely sound that warmed Newt’s heart because that was the time he heard it.

“You’re something else, Newt.”

The magizoologist chuckled. “I hope that’s a compliment.”

“It is. It definitely is.”

Once Graves recovered completely, at least physically, Newt invited him to live for a while inside his case.

He was eager to help Newt with the creatures and luckily they all seemed to adjust to his presence rather quickly. He spoke more often and spent time with Tina and Queenie (because Newt insisted).

Picquery offered him his job back, but the auror refused to accept it; maybe he didn’t feel quite ready to go back or it was just because the President’s offer felt a little forced, like the guilt was making her act like that.

And although Newt understood Graves’ motivation, he also thought he was capable of handling the job if he decided to take it back.

Newt didn’t remember when they started being just Percival and Newt to each other, but somehow it felt like a natural progression of their relationship. One night, while taking care of the Nundu they both began to talk about themselves; Percival was really curious about Newt’s past.

He talked him about Hogwarts, about how he discovered he wanted to be a magizoologist and those mornings with his family. He told him about Theseus too, the only family he had left.

“He killed them. All of them,” Percival confessed in a weak whisper. “My family.”

“I’m sorry,” Newt said and he didn’t need Queenie’s ability to know who he was talking about.

“I have no one.” Newt was sure that wasn’t for him to hear but Percival’s soft and hurt voice reached his ears and he couldn’t just pretend he didn’t listen.

He thought about reminding him of his aurors, of Picquery, but he knew Percival was still hurt because what happened with Grindelwald so he just took his hand instead.

“Well… You have me,” he offered, shyly. “And my creatures.”

Percival didn’t say anything, he only stared at Newt enough to make him feel flustered and wonder if he had made a mistake, but the auror smiled and intertwined their fingers together.

Something changed the day Newt decided to remind Percival that he was going to go at the end of the month. He nodded, but became more quiet withing the passing days; his eyes started to fill with a dark, fierce determination that one day startled Newt because the look seemed to be directed at him, but it was just a second and Merlin knew he was really tired that night so it probably was just his own imagination playing tricks on him.

“Are you busy?” Queenie walked inside the case with a couple of sandwiches, Newt didn’t know he was hungry until he saw them. He took one and was about to call Percival -who was probably feeding the mooncalves- to come, but his friend stopped him by taking his hand. “Wait. I need to talk to you first.”

Newt nodded, a little confused. She took a deep breath.

“I think it’s for the best… It’s not that I don’t want you here, you know how much I like you, sweetie, but I think to put some distance between you and Mr. Graves is the right choice.”

“What do you mean?” But as soon as he finished the question he understood. “Oh, I get it. Yes, it’ll make Percival good not to have me around, he needs to get back in the world to heal completely.”

Queenie shook her head.

“No, I meant… Listen, Mr. Graves knows occlumency, so he usually blocks me, but sometimes I can catch glimpses of what he’s thinking and there’s always something about you. Your name in his head is-”

“He spends most of his time with me, of course he thinks about me,” Newt smiled. “Besides, I’m helping him so it’s perfe-”

“No, Newt. I think… What he feels about you is… intense. I mean, perhaps it’s just… I mean you two are friends and maybe he’s expecting something else.” Newt stared at her, worried. He hadn’t seen Queenie so nervous before. “Maybe I’m just… overreacting, I mean, there are just glimpses… I could be wrong.”

Queenie didn’t look like she wanted to add anything else, so Newt didn’t press and focused on what he was doing before she arrived. Then turned back to his friend.

“Have you seen my photo of… Leta?” He asked, his cheeks turning red. “I lost it days ago and I wasn’t being able to find it yet.”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that too. I think-”

“Newt, I think Dougal’s not feeling well,” Percival took his arm, startling him. He wondered how long was the auror in there.

“Sorry, Queenie, I have to go.”

“No problem, honey,” it came from her lips, yet the frown on her forehead didn’t disappear.

The day he had to go arrived; after saying his goodbyes to everyone else, Percival approached him with an intensity that surprised Newt, especially when he felt a hand on the back of his neck.

“You really meant it, right?” The auror asked, bringing their foreheads together.

Newt was overwhelmed by his proximity and the way his dark eyes were glued to his face, like he wanted to memorize every feature.

“You said that I could have you,” Percival explained, looking at Newt’s confused expression.

“Well… of course, Percival. You’ll always have me.”


What a weird way to put it, but Newt didn’t spend much time thinking about the meaning behind it, he had no time left.

“Yes. We’re friends after all.”

“For now,” those words came so soft and quiet that days after his departure Newt convinced himself he had imagined them.

“I’ll turn New York into the safest city for you and your creatures, Newt,” Percival’s goodbye came in the form of a promise.

“That’s the spirit,” Newt giggled. “Does that mean you’ll accept the job back?”

A pause. Then the same dark look filled with that determination.

“Yes, I think that’s a great idea.” he said and only then, almost reluctantly, let Newt go.


Six years later

It wasn’t that Theseus Scamander didn’t care about what happened in America, but he had enough on his plate already with the rumors of Grindelwald being spotted in England again to focus on the other dark lord that had taken over New York.

It was a serious problem though. The entire city had been taken by a wizard no one new the name of; New York was the only place free of Grindelwald’s followers, they had been haunted and killed so fiercely the ones left had no other option but to run.

It worried Theseus of course and it made him grateful to think Newt had been so busy to return to that place. Still, he couldn’t concentrate on that while having the Grindelwald’s problem in England.

So he ignored it, until news about it arrived in the form of a scared, very wounded wizard. He was on his office, with Harris, one of Theseus’ aurors behind him. It was late and he walked in the Ministry by his own; on his knees, he confessed to be one of Grindelwald’s followers.

He shivered, spitting blood on the floor and staring up to Theseus with something akin to panic.

“I’ve come from New York,” he whispered. “I’m going to die, I saw his face. He will hunt me down I-”

“What do you mean you saw Grindelwald’s face?” Theseus asked, not knowing what to make of the whole thing.

“No, no. I meant the other… The one that rules New York, the American.”

Theseus left his desk and walked towards the wizard, his eyes never leaving his face.

“You know his identity? You have to tell us.”

“I’m going to die,” he sobbed and Theseus felt pity for a moment.

“He can’t reach you here, you’ll be safe.”

The man shook his head and licked his lips while looking down to the ground.

“Percival Graves. He’s the dark lord.”

Harris gasped and Theseus wanted to do the same; he didn’t move, his face neutral. Of course he didn’t believe him; he knew Percival Graves, he had met him during the war, his brother had saved him, he was the most respected auror in America. His experience with Grindelwald only made him more popular; he was a survivor that took back his position as Director of Magical Security and was now one of the most powerful wizards. They liked him; there was the rumor that everyone wanted him to take Picquery’s place but he had refused, but everyone knew the others listened to him now more than they did Picquery; he didn’t have the official position but had as much influence as the current president.

Theseus shook his head, Percival Graves wasn’t a dark lord. He couldn’t be because if he was it meant the whole MACUSA was corrupted.

But the wizard must’ve seen the doubt on his face because he offered to take veritaserum and when he did, he said exactly the same.

That Percival Graves was the other dark lord.

Theseus paled and sank into his own chair after Harris left his office with the wizard. He asked her to take him to one of the cells; in the morning he was going to make the wizard talk in front of the Minister.

Only that didn’t happen because the man was found dead the next day and with him Theseus chance for someone to actually listen because there was no way anyone would believe him now.

He asked Harris to keep the information to herself while he thought of a way to prove Percival Graves was a dark lord.


Newt was glad he returned to England the day he did; it was clear his brother needed him, there were shadows under his eyes and he looked a little pale, also the hug he gave Newt was a bit too tight and he always did that when something was worrying him.

“What is it?” He asked, but Theseus only shook his head and kissed his forehead.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

He was lying, of course he was, but Newt didn’t press because he had to go back to the Ministry. He could talk to his brother later.

Hours passed, Newt had enough time to change clothes and feed his creatures before deciding to cook something for dinner.

He was finishing when he heard the knock on the door.

“‘Seus, I’m glad you’re ba-” Newt realized that wasn’t his brother as soon as he opened the door. “Percival?”

The auror didn’t respond, he closed the distance between them and took Newt in his arms with such an intensity it surprised the magizoologist. “Newt.”

He blushed when his eyes met those dark ones and found so much adoration Newt felt his throat dry, his breath caught.

“I’ve missed you,” Percival started to trace his face with the tip of his fingers, stopping on every single one of his freckles.

“I-I missed you too,” he mumbled and tried to take a step back, but Percival was stronger. The wizard buried his face in the curve of Newt’s neck and he was sure his blush had spread way down his towards his chest. “Uhh… Percival.”

“Just a minute,” he pleaded and pulled him even closer. “It’s been years since I saw you. You never came back.”

“I was planning to,” Newt assured, his hand caressing Percival’s hair, he was fascinated looking at the silver hairs that had grown on the sides. “You didn’t write.”

“I wanted to have everything ready for you first. It took longer than expected,” he said, looking up.

“Everything ready? What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Newt was curious, but decided not to press the other wizard. He invited him to sit and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Percival caressed the back of his hand when Newt gave him the cup.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying not to be distracted by that simple gesture.

“I came to… have a few words with your brother,” he said.

“About work, I guess,” Newt hold the cup of tea he had made for himself and took a sip.


“I hope he tells you what’s going on because something’s worrying him, I know, even if he says he’s okay.”

Percival frowned for a second before grinning back at Newt.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.”


But Theseus wasn’t; Newt was sure he was about to get sick, judging by how pale he got when he walked in his own house. He saw something behind Newt’s back that made his eyes lose all his life in seconds, he was petrified.

“What is it, 'Seus?” Newt touched his forehead, but he didn’t have fever. He turned but saw nothing behind him, it was just Percival. “Come, you need to sit.”

Newt took his brother by the hand and guided him to his own couch.

Theseus looked from him to Percival and smiled at Newt. “I’m fine. I just feel a little dizzy that’s all.”

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No… not yet. Maybe a tea, please.”

Newt didn’t waste anymore time, he returned quickly to his brother’s side. Only when he assured he was completely fine and the colour returned to his face, Newt felt comfortable enough to leave him with Percival.

“I’ll go check on my creatures,” he excused himself. “I’m sure you two have so much to talk about.”

“Indeed,” Percival smirked.


It was a nightmare. Theseus want it to be a nightmare. Sadly, he was very much aware he wasn’t dreaming.

But perhaps Percival Graves visit was a coincidence, because he had been careful, there was no way he could-

“I know,” the words sank Theseus further into the chair. He choked. Instinctively, he looked back at the stairs; his brother was probably inside his case by then.

“How? There’s no way. The only one who knows is Har-” he bit his own lip, he couldn’t put someone else at risk.

“You mean Amelia Harris?” Percival grinned, amused. “I like her. She’s very loyal.”

Theseus’ vision was turning black; he shook his head and composed himself, he had to be strong for Newt.

“Please leave my brother out of this,” he begged. “He doesn’t know, I swear.”

Percival laughed, but the sound was humorless, empty. It sent chills down Theseus’ spine.

“I would never hurt Newt,” he said then and looked almost offended at the mere thought. “In fact, he’s the only reason you’re still breathing.”

“What do you want?”

“I want Newt, of course,” he said. “But I guess you’re talking about right now… I just want you to get out of my way. Because if you don’t, if you tell Newt anything about this, I’ll kill you. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” he nodded, feeling sick.

“Much better. You’ll be a great brother-in-law.”

No, he will never let Newt in Percival Graves’ hands, he just needed time to think how to get them both out of that problem.

On Mello’s apology

I don’t usually post metas up, but lately, I’ve been thinking about the weight of Mello’s apology to Matt. We know that “sorry” is pretty universal, and it means remorse over something someone has done. But apologies in Japanese are slightly different to them in English, and I felt that some of these nuances would have been lost in the English translation. In the West, “sorry” is far more ambiguous and can be used way more interchangeably from casual to grave. 

I have to note that although I’ve studied Japanese for eight years, I’m in no way fluent, so a lot of this is based off of research. I hope someone who does speak Japanese can correct me or offer their own opinions! And I’m really sorry if someone has already talked about this before, I just haven’t seen it around. 

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That is our way of life

And it begins.
The backstory is being revealed.
The gods, the demon king and the supreme deity were the ones who cursed Meliodas and Beth. It can’t even be called a fight, both gods just SLAYED them without them having even a tiny chance. Since they were working together I don’t really believe those two actually hate each other, so we’ll probably see more about their relation to each other and their plans. It’s a bit sad we didn’t get to see the supreme deity’s face, I mean… it was later revealed that she’s Beth’s mother after all so even if she looks similar to her, it wouldn’t be a spoiler?? BUT WE FINALLY GOT TO SEE HER! AND SHE HAS AN OFFICIAL TITLE! And she is big and majestic! The demon king was also revealed and I’m just SO glad he looks the way he does: Huge, powerful, demonlike, not bishi.
And so Meliodas and Beth both died and the curse took effect… Meliodas revived for the very first time, confused that his wounds were gone, shook by the sight of his dead lover’s body, not even caring anymore when he found out that he doesn’t age anymore… At least the War had ended.
And then he met the very first reincarnation, let’s just call her Eliza and holy, she’s a babe, I love her. It’s interesting to see how the awakening of her powers work though… Elizabeth got her eye when she was still a kid but Eliza only got it when she was much older. And it really seems like their powers are linked to her eye awakening and when she fully awakens all her powers with both of her eyes she will remember everything. AND as weird as it is, we also got information that by a weird twist of fate every reincarnation is indeed called Elizabeth, even without Meliodas being there to name her.
Well… Meliodas being unaware of the curse is happy that he got to meet his lover again and told her everything… which as we know now was a grave mistake. She remembers it all, tells Meliodas about the curse and makes him promise to lift that curse whatever happens to her. And god yes, we FINALLY have confirmation that Beth is the daughter of the supreme deity! FINALLY!!! The contents of the curse are nothing new really, we more or less figured everything out by ourselves… The only interesting tidbit is that the Elizabeth’s don’t die because their brain can’t handle all the past memories as some people said (which might make sense for more current reincarnations but Eliza? That would be only memories of her ONE past life, there’s no reason for her to die then. And it would be weird to have such an exact time span of 3 days for a simple thing like that). Instead it’s just as I thought, that fate is twisted in a way that inevitably kills the incarnation 3 days later, no matter what anyone tries to do. Which is really cool but also very cruel. Impaling Eliza like that… And every death inevitably happens before Mel’s eyes which is just… the worst… Those gods are a whole new level of assholes.
There are also quite a few more Elizabeths than Zeldris told us, I mean 107??? I’m not even sure if he counted the original one or only the reincarnations but let’s just go with 107 Elizabeths. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN ELIZABETHS.
It seems there’s still hope for Elizabeth though. Mel can’t possibly get the demon king or supreme deity to break the curse. But he might succeed with Zeldris and even if not… there’s still that battle of the Sins vs the Commandments that Bartra foresaw that apparently is also capable of breaking the curse if I understood that right? Because mentioning that would make no sense otherwise. And when the Sins were formed he did say something about beating the Commandments to break the curse… Maybe because the Ten Commandments together kinda represent the demon king with their curses?
But now, flashback time is over, minds are set and the Sins set out to Corand once again~
Seriously, so much good stuff in one chapter, I love it <3
And thanks to this I really ship Meliodas and Beth now. And Eliza too. Eliza is a cutie and she didn’t deserve any of this.