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Voltron Mini fic

Lance didn’t mean to turn his coms off, he was just so excited to be on a new, none hostile planet that he just forgot.

Allura had debriefed them all about the planet but he was to excited to listen and when she finally let them go he bolted. He ran out of the castle and far into the woods, taking off his helmet to breath the fresh air and hear the sounds of a living, thriving planet.

He only became more ecstatic when it began to rain, real actual rain. He kept running through the woods until he reached a clearing. It wasn’t big but it was beautiful, with deep green grass and small delicate flowers littered through out the grass. Surrounded by trees on all sides it felt like he was in a small secluded world of its own, with all sounds being dampened and the only thing you can hear is the soft sound of rain hitting the blades of grass.

He set his helmet down at the base of a tree and walked to the middle of the clearing, the grass folding over his limbs and making him feel content to lay there with his eyes closed and let the rain gently trail down his body, cooling the skin as it continued down.

He laid there for hours, the rain never stopping and the temperature steadily decreasing as darkness enveloped the world. He opened his eyes when he saw a large flash of light through the sky and seconds later thunder rumbled so loudly that he could feel it shake deep through his body. There was a lightning storm a few miles away and after watching for a few minutes he realized it was coming in his direction.

He got up and grabbed his helmet sliding it over his soaking wet head and turned his coms back on only to get bombarded with shouts of his fellow Paladins.

“Guys? What’s going on?” He asked, slightly confused and concerned that there might have been an attack. The line went completely silent before again erupting in a course of shouts. “Lance! Where have you been?! We have been trying to get a hold of you for hours!” “You should have been back hours ago! What happened?”

He was taken back by the concern in his fellow Paladins voices, he was only gone for a few hours… right? Another crack of lightning and the roll of thunder sounded before he was able to respond and the others quieted once more. “Lance?” That was Allura, and she too sounded concerned. “Exactly how close to the storm are you?” He turned at looked up at the sky trying to judge the distance. “ I would say about 10 miles, why?” “Lance you need to run now!” Allura shouted, sounding slightly panicked. “What? Why? What’s wrong?” He asked turning back to look up at the sky, watching as the storm moved in closer with each passing minute. “As you know thunder is created when cold and hot air mix, this storm is no different. The night on this planet becomes so cold it freezes everything over. If you get caught in the storm you will die.” She explained, urgency in her voice.

Lance took once last look up at the storm before he took off running towards the castle. No longer was the crack of lightning a calming presence that reminded him of the storms he would watch with his family back home. It became a terrifying presence, and with each flash he could see it growing closer and closer. He hadn’t realized how far he had run before, and now he cursing himself for getting lost in the moment.

The others were still there, encouraging him to run faster and not look back. Pidge was tracking me on her map while simultaneously tracking the storm. She studied it for a while before urging Lance on faster, but she could see the speed the storm was moving and she knew that there was a slim chance Lance would be able to outrun it.

He was only about a fourth of a mile away from the castle when lightning struck a tree off towards the right of him. The world flashed brightly before going dark again and the tree fell to the ground, fire consuming the tree and burning brightly. The tree was too long in both directions to go around and there wasn’t enough room to go under. His only option left was to go over.

He tried using his helmet to talk to the others to see how for behind the storm was but when he tried all he got was static. He looked up then, realizing he must be directly beneath the storm and the electro magnetic build up was what was blocking his radio signal. Turning back to the burning tree he started running again, but when he landed on the other side, his foot had landed on uneven ground and injured his ankle.

Pushing through and running on pure adrenaline at this point he continued running, vaguely noticing the sudden drop in temperature.

When he was close enough to see the castle he could also see his fellow Paladins at the entrance. His attempt to call out to them was lost with the wind and rain still pouring down. He continued on, slightly limping now, until they finally noticed him and they rushed to meet him. Hunk rushed to support right side while Shiro went to his left. Keith came straight up to him and grabbed his face in his hands. “Lance are you okay?” He shouted over the storm. Lance just nodded his head and they all rushed to the entrance of the castle.

Once they were safely inside the brought Lance to the common room and placed him on the couch. Hunk hurried into the kitchen to make some warm tea and Pidge ran off to get Lance some dry cloths and warm blankets. While Coran examined his ankle he explained that it would be unwise to use the pods while the storm was going and that he would just have to heal naturally. When Pidge returned with his clothes he was shaking too much to be able to dress himself so Keith and Shiro helped him into his new ones. Once the cold wet clothes were put away, they all crowded onto the couch surrounding Lance trying to help raise his body temperature.

It took a while but he was finally able to stop shaking and fell into a light sleep. He might not be on earth, but right now, huddling together with his fellow Paladins, he was home.

Bad Luck

@afitz1996 requested a Voltron fic with the below prompt with a sick lance and some klance thrown in;

It’s Nothing - (character) insists they’re fine, right up until they collapse

Lance was breathing hard as he ran, of course he had to be the one that ran into a pack of wild yuppers. He honestly was having the worst luck of the entire team lately, he had been stung by a strange wasp like creature which resulted in his face swelling to the size of a melon for three quintants, he had fallen from Blue’s head when he was doing maintenance on her and sprained his ankle, when he had been electrocuted by the invisible maze when he had been training alone and hadn’t realised that Coran was doing upgrades to the system and had turned the program on unaware of Lance down below.  

And now he was being chased through a strange forest planet by a pack of yuppers that were even larger than Laika and had decided that he was going to be their next meal.  He was barely managing to stay ahead of them as he came across a cliff that was easily 100 feet high and had a waterfall crashing down into a lake below, he hesitated to jump and in that split tick the lead yupper latched onto his right leg and bit down.  Lance managed to activate his bayard and shoot the yupper, causing it to let him go, before he turned and leapt off the cliff face and plunging into water below.

Once he resurfaced, he swum to the opposite bank to ensure that the pack couldn’t follow him but realised that he was now even further away from where had left Blue and his leg was starting to ache.  Lance winced as he bound the bite on his leg, using a strip of his under layer as a makeshift bandage.  He knew he needed to get back to the others before they started worrying and that was the last thing he needed, especially if Keith realised that Lance was hurt again. Honestly that mullet brained boy was the worst kind of worrier, every time that Lance had been hurt lately Keith would hover over him, constantly checking to see how he was going and if he needed a healing pod or some more blankets.

Lance sighed as he pulled up the map of the planet he and his team were currently on, they had come down to explore the unchartered area, the land was covered in large trees and Pidge suggested it could make a good base for the Voltron Alliance.  He studied the area around him and plotted a course that would take him back to Blue but giving the area that he had found the pack in a wide berth, he wasn’t too keen for a round two.

As he started hiking back up the hillside his leg complained, the bite was a deep one and was still bleeding but Lance didn’t have any other option than to continue moving forward, he had no first aid kit or portable healing device, he should chat to Pidge about making one for instances like this, and the only way he was going to get better was by getting back to the Castle.

It had been another varga of walking before his coms crackled to life, “Lance, come in.  What is your eta?”

“Hey Shiro,” he replied privately pleased that it wasn’t Keith who would be able to pick up on the slight hint of pain in his voice, “I had to take a detour back to Blue so I might be another varga or two before I can get back to you all.  How did you go?”

“None of us found any evidence of hostile life or anything that could prove a danger to us or a base. What about you?” Shiro asked.

“Well I did find a pack of wild yuppers.  If we stay far away from where their territory seems to be then we shouldn’t have a problem, the nasty little biters,” he whispered the past part not wanting to raise Shiro’s suspicions.

“Fair enough.  Did you want one of us to come pick you up and take you back to Blue?”

“Nah, the walk will do me some good,” he replied with a laugh.  He could just imagine Shiro’s look of disbelief, while Lance would proactively train and work out, taking walks through nature wasn’t his thing, unless it was a beach or other aquatic area.

“Sure,” he said dryly, “Well don’t take too long, Allura wants to have a team meeting soon about where we are going to set up and all those fun topics.”

Lance chucked, as much as Shiro had a crush on Allura and therefore spent as much time with the Princess as possible, he hated long talks especially on boring subjects.  “Copy that Shiro, I’ll be as quick as I can.”

After he had signed off with Shiro, Lance tried to pick up the pace, the sooner he got back to Blue, the sooner he could take his weight off his leg, the pain was starting to become worse and the longer it went untreated the better chances of infection were.

Another varga passed with no communication from his team but Lance was ok with the silence for once, it gave him the ability to focus on putting one foot in front of another, which was now starting to become a problem.  His vision was starting to blur and he could feel his body heating up, the planet temperature was warm but not warm enough to be causing him to heat up like he was.  

‘Dammit,’ he thought, ‘the bite must be worse than I thought.’

He considered radioing in for help but at that moment he caught a glimpse of blue from in between the trees and realised he had found Blue, he just needed to get into the cockpit and she could take it from there.  He used the last of his energy to hobble over to where she sat in all her magnificence, when he got close enough she dropped her force field and lowered her head so that he could slowly climb into her mouth.

Really?  Another injury?

Lance grimaced as Blue’s voice echoed in his head, “Sure make fun of the injured paladin, what kind of partner are you?”

Once that is starting to wonder if I need to get your mate to be by your side every tick of the quintant so that you don’t get into these situations.

“It’s not like I go looking to get hurt, it just happens!”  Lance made his way to the pilot’s seat and collapsed.  “Can you fly us back to castle?  I don’t think I have the energy to do it by myself.”

Of course I can.  Just relax, I will have you back to the others in no time.

30 dobash’s later Blue glided into her hanger, landing softly as to not disturb her paladin who had fallen asleep on the flight back.

Time to wake little one, we are back.

Lance groaned as he cracked his eyes open, “When did it get so bright in here?”

It isn’t bright little one, there is no difference from when we left. Are you feeling ok?

“I’ll be fine, just need to head to the med bay and clean this bite up and I’ll be right as rain.”

If you are sure then.

Lance could tell that she didn’t truly believe him, but what could she do?  She was a large metal lion, she didn’t have the ability to dress his wounds or escort him through the castle.  He took a deep breath and pushed himself up and had to hold back a whimper of pain, his leg was now burning with a fire that he hadn’t noticed while he was sitting.

“Better get moving then,” he said to himself as he staggered out of Blue’s mouth.  

He called out to his team mates through the coms, “Hey guys, Blue and I are back.  I’m just going to get cleaned up from my nature walk.  Where should I meet you all?”

“Welcome back buddy,” Hunk replied, “We are all on the bridge so just pop in here when you are ready.”

“Thanks man, I shouldn’t be more than a few dobash’s.”

After taking off his helmet, he removed the top layer of armour and placed it on the stand next to Blue, he would need to get a new undersuit after tearing his earlier so it wouldn’t matter if he wandered through the castle in just that.  He shuffled his way through the castle until he could see the doors to the med bay only a few meters away, when his head started to feel dizzy, his vision swam, Lance suddenly felt like the entire world was shifting and the last thing he saw was the floor rushing up to meet him.

“Ok, seriously, I know they guy likes to be clean and all that, but it has been over 20 dobash’s since he was supposed to be here,” Pidge grumbled from where she sat on her chair on the bridge.

“I’ll go see that he hasn’t fallen asleep, he’s probably just tired like the rest of us,” Keith said as he pushed himself off the wall where he had been leaning and walked towards Lance’s quarters.  

Keith decided that he wasn’t going to rush, if Lance was sleeping he wanted to give him as much time as possible to catch up on his rest, the guy seriously needed a good night’s rest.  He turned a corner as he passed the med bay and spotted a black lump on the ground a few meters down the hall and as he got closer he realised that it was Lance!

“Lance?” he hurried over and dropped to his knees, rolling the unconscious boy onto his back.  “Lance can you hear me?”

Lance groaned but didn’t open his eyes, his breathing was laboured and he was covered in sweat.  Keith’s eyes raked over him trying to work out what had happened when he spotted the material tied around Lance’s leg and the blood that had covered the skin that was poking out from underneath his suit.

“Dammit Lance!” he said before picking the boy up in his arms and carrying him into the med bay. Once he had placed him on a table, he dashed over to the communication system and hit the button, “Guys, I need help in the med bay.  Lance is hurt and won’t wake up.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before he ran over to the first aid station and pulled the trolley behind him as he returned to Lance.  He used the scissors to cut away the suit from the leg and as he revealed more skin he saw that the wound was a bite mark of some kind.  The skin around it was red and inflamed, it was infected and leaking blood and puss from the puncture marks.

As he used the first aid kit to clean the wound the best he could, the doors to the med bay opened and the rest of the team ran in with worried looks.  “What happened to him?” Allura asked as she and Coran made it to the table first.

“Something bit him and his leg is infected,” Keith replied looking up from his work.

“Yuppers,” Shiro said, “Lance said that he ran into a pack of wild yuppers but he never mentioned being bitten.”

“Some species of yuppers are known to have a poison in their bites to help bring down their prey,” Coran said, “It’s probably best if we give him a shot of antiyupper just to be safe.”

“Antiyupper?” Pidge asked, “Is that like antivenin?”

“I don’t know what antivenin is but antiyupper counteracts the poison from a yupper bite,” Coran explained as he produced a syringe from a cupboard and injected its contents into Lance’s leg.  

“We should give him a few dobash’s before putting him in a pod,” Allura said as she wiped Lance’s head with a cool cloth, “The antiyupper will take care of the poison and the pod will take care of the rest.”

Lance felt the familiar feeling of cool air and his ear’s popping, ‘I must be coming out of a healing pod’ he thought as he fell forwards into a pair of waiting arms.

“Welcome back Lance.”

“Hey Keith, miss me?” he said with a cheeky smirk.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had been bitten?” Keith asked sternly.

“Cause I didn’t want you to worry.  I didn’t think it was that bad and I thought I could just clean the wound and let it heal on its own.”

“Well obviously you were wrong.  Next time, just tell me if you are hurt ok?”

Lance smiled he would only get one chance to use this line so he better make the most of it, “Yup.”

animes/mangas I like the most
  • Inuyasha
  • Fullmetal alchemist
  • Yu Yu Hakusho
  • strobe edge 
  • kimi ni todoke
  • koe no katachi
  • ao haru ride  
  • JoJo Bizarre Adventures
  • Boku No Hero Academia
  • D Gray Man
  • Blue exorcists
  • One Punch Man
  • Kamisama hajimemashita
  • Princess TuTu
  • Magi
  • Vampire Hunter D
  • Berserk
  • free iwatobi swim club 
  • Hakukouki
  • Gugure! Kokkuri-san
  • My Love Story
  • The Ancient Magus Bride
  • From Far Away
  • Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day
  • Boys over Flowers
  • Touken Ranbu
  • N.O.W.
  • Basilik
  • Rurouni Kenshin
  • Yona of the Dawn
  • Noragami
  • Kill La Kill

Movies/other franchises not anime related

  • TMNT (All the series/comics/shows/movies/etc..)
  • LOTR/The Hobbit
  • kingdom hearts
  • Final fantasy
  • narnia
  • Miraculous Ladybug
  • prince of egypt
  • Thundercats
  • supernatural

Studio Ghbili movies

  • Spirited Away
  • Howls moving castle
  • Secret World of Arrietty
  • The Tale of Princess Kaguya

Studio Chizu movies

  • the boy and the beast
  • wolf children
  • summer wars

Disney/pixar/dreamworks Movies

  • Beauty and the Beast
  • Gargoyles 
  • Treasure Island
  • Hunchback of Notre Dame
  • Mulan
  • Tarzan
  • Atlantis
  • nightmare before Christmas
  • kung fu panda
  • sinbad: legend of the seven seas
  • brave
  • wreck it ralph
  • how to train your dragon


  • Guardians of the Galaxy 
  • Avengers
  • Incredible Hulk
  • Ironman
  • spiderman
  • x-men
  • ghost rider
  • deadpool
Wish (Part 1)

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Pairing: Kagehina
Show: Haikyuu!!
Summary: Howl’s Moving Castle AU,  in which Kageyama makes a wish upon a falling star, and gets Hinata instead.

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Lord of Thorns (Chapter One)(Spideypool AU)

Welcome to the story! I am so excited to share this with you!
This first Chapter is LONG AS HELL. We get to meet all the characters, background info etc. Beast!Wade, Beauty!Peter, Gaston!Harry.
Fair warning guys, Harry is… icky. I had never realized just how awful of a person Gaston is with his borderline sexual assault on Belle until I watched the new movie and I couldn’t get it out of my head. So yeah, Harry as Gaston is icky.
Characters are Ryan Reynolds as Wade, Andrew Garfield as Peter, James Franco as Harry, and Sally Field as Aunt May.

I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged my preview post, so if you would like to taken off/ added to the tag list please let me know!


I hope you all enjoy this :) Please reach out to me and let me know, I love to hear from my readers.

Every significant moment in your life is inked on your skin in the form of flowers. A first kiss, a perfect day, a favorite memory, a wedding, the birth of a child, and of course, the death of a loved one.

The flowers first appear on your ribs, traveling up your side and across your chest, spreading to your neck and down across your back and if you are lucky, enough bloom to cover your arms and legs. By the time you are old, your skin is covered in lovely flowers and leaves and trailing vines, like tattoos that tell your life story, and the more intricate the blooms, the luckier you are.

Some people have flowers with specific meanings– blooms that signify compassion and care decorate teachers. The best lovers are covered in red flowers for passion and love. Others simply are covered in every flower imaginable, the random colors and designs filling their skin like a meadow filled with happy memories.

Both way are beautiful. Both ways are desired.

But then, some people have thorns winding through their flowers, black slashing through the colors.  These are the people to avoid, the worst people, the people whose souls are so stained with their misdeeds, that it spills out onto their skin for the world to see.
These are the people doomed to be alone.


Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle, deep in the heart of an endless forest.

He was beautiful, this prince, tall and strong with golden blonde hair, light blue eyes that glowed when he laughed, and perfect smooth skin nearly covered with flowers and blooms because the prince had had many happy moments in his twenty nine years.

But alas, despite his beauty, his heart was cold and his smile cruel, his words like barbs when he spoke.

Some of the townspeople blamed the late King, rest his soul, for turning the Prince so bitter. After the lovely queen had passed away shortly after the Prince’s seventh birthday, there had been no one to act as a buffer between the cruel King and the innocent boy, and the Prince had suffered for it. The King lived a life of drinking and partying, using and discarding any beautiful person that caught his eye, man or woman, and the Prince grew up with the same values. What had once been a teasing sense of humour turned sarcastic and cutting. Instead of laughing readily at almost anything, the Prince began only laughing at someone elses misfortune. The years turned the darling little boy into a cynical young man.

Others blamed the war that had nearly destroyed their kingdom years before. The Prince had ridden off ahead of their troops as a boy barely of age and had come home a hardened man. The soldiers told quiet stories of the Princes surprising talent of fighting with the twin blades known as katanas, how he could decimate an entire platoon just by himself. Spoke even quieter of his many romantic entanglements with the best looking soldiers, of nights spent listening to him find his pleasure, only to see him break the unlucky soldiers heart soon after. And just the barest whispers of the way the Prince would laugh as he tore through their enemies, blades flying, taunting and teasing non stop as he killed mercilessly. The way he talked about slaying soldiers as if it was a game, drunk and giggling about it over the fire.

Despite their negative feelings, all the townspeople waited eagerly for their invitation to the Prince’s 30th Birthday Party, for tonight he was to choose a partner to share the throne. The most handsome men and the most beautiful women made themselves up in their finery, each trying to outshine the other. Unlike most of the other kingdoms, having two Kings, or even two Queens, was not an issue. Several of the previous rulers had been adopted into the family because the ruling partners could not have a child naturally. Others had been carried by surrogates, and raised as royalty, the idea of “pure” royal blood an outdated concept they refused to engage in.

After all, families were about love, not about bloodlines, so the Prince could choose whoever he wanted.

Needless to say, the kingdom was almost in an uproar, each eligible person trying to figure out what they could do to catch the Prince’s eye.

As always, the castle was decorated in astonishing, jaw dropping colors, flowers imported from all over the world strewn across the tables and floors. Entertainers from the East wowed the guests with magic, and musicians from all the grandest symphonies played in every corner of the ball room.

And the Prince sat upon his throne, a self satisfied smirk on his handsome face as all the most beautiful people paraded themselves in front of him, each dress more intricate than the last, each suit a richer shade of varying colors, each glance more flirtatious, each smile more promising.

He was still so charming, even after going away to war, after becoming so bitter. When he wanted to pay a compliment, his words left the recipient blushing, fanning themselves. Older women who disapproved of his ways were swayed to his side by mischievous smiles and flirty winks. His eyes were like a magnet, and once he had you in his sights, you were already lost, and he knew it. His beauty was like a weapon, and he wielded it effortlessly.  

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I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.


  • Quidditch and liquorice wand kisses by Bellakitse ★
    Summary: hogwarts!au; The first time Isak Valtersen meets Even Bech Næsheim the seven-year Ravenclaw chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.

  • Sunday 28-11-16 by Treehouse
    Summary: A continuation of the cuddly weekend Even spends at Isak’s place.

  • Made of Candy by Stria (Asia117)
    Summary: For Isak, it started with colours. (Or, Isak dyes his hair. Pink suits him.)


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Eunuch: Namjoon (Royalty Series Part 3 of 7) [M]

Originally posted by sosjimin


Warnings: SUPER long read (2.9k+ words). Eunuch Namjoon. Angsty as hell. Treacherous as hell. Long back story. Adultery (cheating) and foul language. Mentions of death/murder? Lies on top of lies on top of lies. Oh and smut! It doesn’t end after the smut, though.. Read it! I hope you enjoy!

EUNUCH: Namjoon

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The way Mr.L phrases this makes it sound like a world destroyed by the Void isn’t just erased without a trace; it sounds like the world and all it’s history is undone in the sense that it never existed to begin with. I’m talking WD Gaster from Undertale kind of erasing where he just strait up doesn’t exist and…that doesn’t bode well with me. What happens to a person if they’re in Castle Bleck and they fall into the fucking Void? Would they be erased from memory?
It’s past midnight over here so please bear with me.

diana wynne jones moments that Fuckign Kill Me:
- the scene in howl’s moving castle where howl shows up in total disarray and sophie’s like “he must really love ms. angorian :(” and NO SOPHIE. HE REALLY LOVES YOU.
- the bit in charmed life where janet is the FIRST PERSON EVER to even NOTICE how fucked-up cat’s demeanor is and she probably KNOWS it’s all gwendolen’s fault and just want to protect this smol child that nobody has ever really cared for since his parents died
- the fact that cat, extremely powerful nine-lived enchanter, uses his Super Powerful Enchanter Magic to. get the horse chestnuts to ripen. what a wonderful darling.
- nan and estelle. BEING FRIENDS. also “oh goody! i’m a witch!” estelle my wonderful child
- fuckign calcifer.
- sophie realizing how she’s fucking gorgeous actually
- michael and martha. being. fucking adorable.
- cat getting to STAND UP FOR HIMSELF and say “actually no you had no right to keep vital information about me and make me feel like GRABBING SOME DRAGON BLOOD AND HOPPING OVER INTO TH E NEXT WORLD was the only option I had left” . also taking his magic back from gwendolen holy hell.
- characters showing love and agency and thought and using incredible incredible magic and ! Fuck! This woman was a genius and will live in my heart forever!!

Easter, Luna and Ginny

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It’s easter at Hogwarts. Fred and George are both alive and kicking. They have decided that since Umbridge left, this might be a good moment to re-do their last year and cheer all the traumatized war-veterans up with some top quality pranks.

And maybe play matchmaker for a couple or two.


“I don’t think they would hide one here.” Ginny and Luna were standing on the edge of a pile of rubble, near a huge gap in the wall of the castle. It was the only place still left to repair after the war.

“I don’t know. It would be symbolic to find an egg, the symbol of new life, among the remnants of an event that took so many.”

Luna walked into the field of rocks. She looked sad. All Ginny wanted to do was wrap her arms around her, tell her everything would be okay. Then she remembered she could. There was no one around to judge them. No one to call them names or yell homophobic slurs.

Luna always flinched a bit when people yelled at her these days. The dreamy girl that uses to walk the Hogwarts grounds in bare feet, talking about nargles or other fantasy creatures was almost entirely gone. The war had forced her to come into contact with the real world so hard, it had almost shattered her. Sometimes Ginny was scared it had.

“There are so many dead people here. So many wandering souls.” Luna climbed one of the larger boulders and sat down. “Maybe they can tell us where the eggs are. Tell us where to find a new beginning.”

“Poetic. You should write a book.” Ginny joined her girlfriend. Her girlfriend that she didn’t dare call her girlfriend yet because she wasn’t sure if she was. She couldn’t bare to lose yet another person.

“You should help me write it.” Luna gave her a kiss on the nose. God her eyes were beautiful. “We’d live in a small house near the coast. Wake up every morning to the sight of each other in bed, listen to the breathing of the sea.” Luna leaned her head on Ginny’s shoulder, unaware of the effect her words had on the other girl.

Lost in a dream. That has to be it. Ginny pinched her arm

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Luna pulled her hand away. “People shouldn’t hurt themselves. Especially not when people are you.” She kissed her again. Slow, soft, more loving than just-a-fling kisses could ever be.

“Luna.” Whispered Ginny against her lips. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I know.” Luna kissed her again. “They told me. The dead.” Ginny opened her eyes. Luna was crying. “They don’t want us to dwell on what was. We need to focus on what can be. What is.” She squeezed Ginny’s hand, smiling through her tears.

Ginny wrapped her in a tight hug, suddenly unable to hold back her own waterworks. But where luna’s tears were quiet, graceful even, Ginny’s tears were loud and ugly. They ruined the atmosphere, the mood, this magical moment. She wanted them to stop.

“You don’t have to be pretty when you cry.” Sometimes Ginny strongly suspected Luna was able to read minds. “Sadness and grief are not meant to be romantic or graceful. They hurt. They linger. They can tear you apart.”

Luna tightened her grip around the red haired girl. “But we have to live with them. We can live with them. Because we still live with the dead my love. They live in us. In everything and everyone they ever loved. And they don’t want us to dwell on their death, they want us to celebrate their life, because if we are alive and happy then so are they.”

Ginny thought she might drown in feelings. Grief for her lost friends, sadness for the trauma still ruining everyday life for so many people, love for the girl that held her even when her tears weren’t pretty and graceful.

“I don’t think I love you anymore.” She pulled back from the hug to face Luna. “I know I do.”

When the shadows grew longer and the temperature dropped Ginny and Luna climbed off their boulder. “It’s over there.” Luna pointed to a faint shimmer on the other side of the field or rocks.

“Let’s go get it.” Ginny didn’t grab Luna’s hand. Suddenly feeling the urge to be a teenage Gryffindor full of foolish ideas, she swept Luna of her feet like she was her bride. God, Ginny wanted her to be her bride. Luna laughed and held on tightly as Ginny carried her over the field. They nearly fell when they reached the egg.

Luna let out a giggle, and suddenly they were both utterly lost in laughter. Ginny hadn’t been this happy in ages, even though they were among the dead. Maybe the dead were laughing too. She hoped they were.

“Well then. Let’s open this thing.” Luna grabbed the egg and pulled away the golden wrapping. She cracked it open on one of the nearby rocks to reveal a note inside.

When Luna finished reading it she smiled and handed it over to Ginny. “I think this is more meant for you than for me.”

Curious about what kind of ridiculous prank her brothers had come up with this time Ginny took the note.

Hey baby sis,

we knew you and Luna would find this egg.

We don’t want to make you do anything to get a date. You deserve all the dates in the world already. The way you are helping Luna find back her old self is nothing either one of us ever suspected to see from our tough-girl sister.

Some moments don’t lend themselves for pranks or jokes. This one right here, among the remnants of the war, is one of those moments. We hope you are happy. Both of you. You deserve it.

With love, Fred and George

Sitting amongst the last ruined part of the castle, Ginny smiled, and kissed her girlfriend. “Well, mission accomplished I think.”

Again a bit all over the place but I really am trying to finish this before the end of easter and time-pressure doesn’t make my writing any better oops

anonymous asked:

Imagine the angst if Link had changed so much after the 100 years sleep and remembers so little that he doesn't love Zelda anymore. Now imagine the fluff when he falls for her all over again!

His memories had told him more than he could have asked, but he still felt a loss. A gaping loss within him remained, even once Ganon was defeated and him and Zelda were reunited. When all was said and done, she had thrown herself around him in a hug, and he held her back, but felt no overwhelming emotion or love for her. 

Care, yes, friendship sure, but the love… whatever love he had once had for her had not returned yet, and it was evident in his eyes, much as he tried to hide it. Zelda seemed to come to terms with this on her own, without feeling the need to draw attention to it, but the heartache was there in both of the Hylians. They had work to do, at least, and it distracted them from the awkward nights they spent sitting across each other at a campfire; she would ask him if he remembered Poppy, or the time he lit up her room with blue nightshade as a surprise. Every time, the knight shook his head, and every time he apologised she would tell him he didn’t need to. But the way her eyes dropped when he asked her something he obviously should have known, the way her smile faded when he introduced himself to someone who should have been an old friend, it tore at his soul. 

When he felt he knew her better, he assured her that if he fell in love with her once, it would happen again. He began to ask her what his favourite things about her used to be, and she would get embarrassed a little and tell him, show him her scars, and give him tentative kisses on the forehead like he used to love. She caught bugs and frogs for him, raced him up and down hills, and the adrenaline rushing in his veins made him feel like he was discovering the world he knew so well - better than before, probably - all over again. Spending time with her made him wonder how he had managed so much time on his own. She sought shelter from the rain with him, then dragged him into it; would dress up in his Champion’s tunic and act out moments from his life in Castle Town; and would regale him with stories of his parents and how much they loved him. 

Sure enough, there was something magnetic about her that he couldn’t get away from, and he found himself giving more and more away to the girl who fought for his heart. After a particularly rough day, when he saw her suffering and clutching her own arms for comfort, Link finally had the courage to kiss her, and was shocked to feel the striking familiarity of her lips and the way she smiled against his kiss, the way her hands pushed through hair behind his neck, and the way she said his name so quietly, like a whisper through time. His breath was hot against her cheek when they pulled apart, and the knight told her, finally, that he loved her again. 

Chamber of Secrets - Part 6

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually) 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: This one is also a little bit short but the next one will be longer, I still can’t believe so many people are reading this! I can’t thank you enough, you guys make me so happy!


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You groaned inwardly at the sight in front of you as four highly sought-after physicians bicker over what can be considered as acceptable in terms of mind alteration. This discussion-turned-argument had been going on for a good hour and you were so close to exploding that you had to step away from the meeting room to freshen up. After telling the rest of the team that you’d be back later, you made your way downstairs, quickly and exited the department building with a brisk pace.

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Summary: When Belle decides to woo Rumplestiltskin, Jefferson gives her pointers on how to be more alluring with interesting results.
Rating: T | Word Count: 3863
A/N: Written for @a-monthly-rumbelling: “You have a lot of nerve saying ‘hello’ like nothing happened.” An early birthday present for the wonderful @still-searching47, who was excited about Dark Castle fluff with Jefferson in the mix. Happy Birthday, love!

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“Try pushing your shoulders back more,” Jefferson suggested, tenting his fingers. “And lift your chin.”

Belle rolled her shoulders twice and stuck her chest out, pressing her book against her abdomen. “Like this?” she asked, sucking in a deep breath.

“Not quite.” He wasn’t even looking at her as he rose from the plush fireside chair to study the display cases lining the walls of the great hall. He sipped his tea with an ungracious slurp. “But you’re, ah, getting better.”

Belle snorted. “If that’s you feigning nonchalance, you’re a worse actor than I am, Jeff.”

“Fine,” he snapped, spinning on his heel. “I was trying to be kind, but if you’re going to take that attitude, I’ll give it to you straight: for the love of the gods, Belle, didn’t your nurse teach you anything about feminine wiles?”

“She taught me how to read and speak twelve languages,” she said tartly. “I was rather busy.” Her cheeks warmed with the implication that she was lacking.

Jefferson rolled his eyes. “Nobody likes a know-it-all, love.”

“Yes, well nobody likes a giant arse wearing a top hat either, but here you are!” Belle flung her long, chestnut curls over her shoulder, retreating to her chaise by the fire.

She slumped over her book in defeat, more annoyed at herself for her failure than she was with Jefferson. He was only trying to help, but she’d been peevish with him the moment he knocked on the door. She’d told him what happened with Rumple, and now he was brimming with pointers on how she could be more alluring.

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anonymous asked:

Your stories make me incredibly happy, and I see your thingum (header?) is Chicago. Can you maybe tell a story at some point about the Magnificent Mile and/or the Tribune Tower?

I actually just moved here a few months ago, so I’m not supremely familiar with either beyond wikipedia and an architectural tour! I’ll sure give it a try anyway, thanks for the prompt!


The Tribune Tower is a magical hodge podge nightmare place that Steven sort of wishes would just be transported to another dimension already. As the tower’s watcher, he’s not allowed to wish that, but his boss can’t mind read so.

The tower can fuck right off.

Objectively, it’s quite pretty. Gothic design hoisted high into the air, buttresses, stone, the whole nine-yards. His parents had said things like “scenic” and “honor” and “historic” when he’d first been assigned. Back then, he’d even agreed with them.

Now he knows better.

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. The. Stone,” he says through gritted teeth. He’s not angry; he’s cold. It’s snowing lightly, muffling the world around them. Oh, sorry, the snow’s not muffling the world. That’d be the distraction charm, a charm designed to turn the non-magical eye away, cast by the man crouched at the base of the tower.

The man turns and Steven is suddenly angry and cold.

“Raul,” Steven says, taking his hands out of his pockets. “Now.” The chill races from his hands as he calls fire to them.

“Guardian,” Raoul greets far too cheerfully for someone who’s been caught red-handed. Again. “I was just touching, no need to get all snippy.”

Raoul backs away from the tower, hands raised as if to say no harm, no foul. Steven isn’t about to believe the older man, so he stalks forward, keeping a wary eye on him.

This is what Steven is supposed to be watching. There are stones from all over the world embedded in the tower. The Taj Mahal, the White House, the Alamo. Dozens of historic places have lost parts of themselves to this Chicagoan landmark and, for whatever reason, many of them are at ground level. Where idiot sorcerers like Raoul can just walk right up and touch them.

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anonymous asked:

#7 Shimada brothers' Ohaka-mairi with Mercy, Mcree, and Zenyatta joining them

I’m just gonna double these up because this was probably gonna be a Shimada pairing anyway. 

I title this ficlet: Tfw your feelings toward your criminal empire family are super complicated but you’re still trying to be chill and grow as a person.

The Shimada family plot had a decent view of the city, and even of Shimada castle, where the trees in the courtyard were in full bloom. The Shimada plot itself was shaded by an ume tree whose own petals littered the ground and still drifted down on Hanzo’s shoulders even as he and Genji weeded around the gravesite, sponged dirt and moss off the gravestone, then ladled water over the grave. It was Genji who set the flowers out, tweaking the bouquets slightly so that the flowers weren’t crushing each other and stood out prettily in their vase. Hanzo lit incense and both paid their respects, first Hanzo, then Genji. Once Genji rose to his feet they stood in silence for a long time, and Hanzo found himself frequently glancing over at his brother. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for every time he glanced over. Genji had drawn his visor up and removed his faceplate, yet somehow his face was just as expressionless as if he had left both on.

“Are you ready to rejoin the others?” Hanzo said, glancing over.

“You can go on ahead,” said Genji. Hanzo tilted his head slightly in some confusion. Genji gave a soft huff and itched at one of his scars. “I have… uh…I just need to talk to them.”

Hanzo’s brow furrowed slightly. “Talk to them?”

“The first time I visited here with my Master, it helped greatly,” said Genji.

“Do you want me to leave?” said Hanzo.

 “I do not mind your presence,” he said, “You can speak to them too, if you wish.”

Hanzo folded his arms. “Just… do as you see fit. Proceed as if I am not here.”

Something almost like a smile tugged at Genji’s scars and he faced the grave. “Did you hear that, Father? Hanzo’s finally given me his blessing to do something.”

Hanzo scoffed. 

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One For Each Arm (Fred and George Weasley)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRTHDAY to Fred and George Weasley. They are so beautiful and this is kinda late but still. Enjoy!

(y/h/h) = your Hogwarts house


It was the day of the Yule Ball and you were sitting in the astronomy tower huddled in your (y/h/h) jumper. You were basically the only girl in the castle who didn’t have a date. Usually you were charming and confident but now you just wanted to hide from the world. What did this mean? Were you not good enough? You’d had four boyfriends since you’d started going to Hogwarts and countless other boys had fallen for you but now they all seemed imaginary.

You were pulled from these negative thoughts by the sound of two all-too-familiar voices coming towards your hideaway. You mentally prayed you would turn invisible or teleport somewhere else. It didn’t work.

“(Y/N), we’ve been looking all over for you.” You turned around to see your best friends Fred and George. You forced a smile.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” You greet. You know you’ve made a mistake. You hadn’t seen them all day and you hadn’t hugged the or shown any sort of real excitement.

“What’s wrong?” Fred asked sternly. Both of the red-headed boys gave you a look that you simply couldn’t say no to. So you told them. You ranted about how everyone was going to have the night of their lives and nobody even bothered to ask you. You spilled about how you suddenly felt like you weren’t good enough.

“(Y/N), you must be crazy.” George insisted.

“You’re bloody amazing.” Fred continued. You were used to them bouncing back and forth like this.

“All the blokes probably thought you’ve already got yourself a date.”

“And now you have.” You gave the boys a confused look. “We’re your dates. One for each arm.” Freddy explained. You couldn’t even begin to hide your grin.

“What would I do without you?” You asked, gently nudging George’s shoulder with your own.

“Miss the best night of your life.” George teased. the conversation went on this way until you decided you had to go get ready.

As promised, both boys were waiting for you outside the great hall. You hesitated before descending the stairs. Fred and George looked your way in awe.

“You look great.” George stated softly. Fred pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“And don’t my boys clean up well.” You teased. Both of the twins offered their arms and you took them. When the three of you entered the great hall, all eyes seemed to be on you. None of you really cared.

As the night went on, you and your boys danced and laughed until you were too tired to go on with your festivities.

That night you realized just how lucky you were to have Fred and George.


Alright! I know I’ve been gone for a while but with today being Fred and George’s birthday, I decided to boost this to the top of the list. Please forgive me. I’ve been busy but I’m in the middle of my Spring Break so hopefully I can get a bit closer to caught up. I’ve just recently gotten back into colorguard season so I won’t have quite as much time as I did. Still, despite all of my shit going on, I’m trying my best. Please be patient. Thank you! Requests (and ships) are always open! -Cass

no return, a headcanon

I was having a conversation with @hexmionegranger​, and my brain went off on one in respect of Marcus and Oliver and how their relationship dynamic translates in general. But this little piece of almost heartbreak came out of it, and I’ve been encouraged to share, so here we go.

  • There’s a night where Oliver leaves for an Order mission and doesn’t come back.
  • Marcus is left waiting at headquarters, restless and vicious and pacing relentlessly during hours of silence. No one dares to try and comfort him, because there is no comfort he will accept, no comfort he can accept, because that means admitting that Oliver might not come back at all, and that’s not an option.
  • He’s awake for the entire night. He never knew that the hours before dawn could be so empty, never knew that he’d be able to learn the exact measure of the space between his hands when Oliver isn’t there to close the gaps between fingers.
  • It’s mid-morning before he hears anything, rigid in a battered kitchen chair, eyes hollow and mind stuck in constant repetition of please no not him not him.
  • They carry Oliver over the threshold. He can’t stand unassisted and Marcus’ heart shoots into his throat. He’s alive, he’s alive.
  • They found him under a collapsed wall, and they heal him of his injuries, but nothing can take the vacancy from his eyes, the way he’s not seeing anything except ghosts, the world around him transient. This time, Oliver is the one still seeing things that he can’t unsee.
  • It isn’t until Marcus stands beside him and touches him that he makes any sound at all. He wraps arms around his waist and buries his face against Marcus’ stomach, against the sweater he’s wearing, and the choked sound says far more than words could.
  • They’re both exhausted but a certain stubborn Gryffindor, bereft of all his usual fight except what’s required for this, still refuses to close his eyes until much later.
  • Marcus soon finds out why.
  • Oliver screams in his sleep that night. He doesn’t usually cling to anything at all, but when he wakes from the nightmares, he collapses into Marcus’ arms as though nothing else will help.
  • For the first time, he begs Marcus to make it go away, to tie him back to earth where no spectres can haunt him, voice raw as the red-rimmed quality to his gaze.
  • Marcus kisses where his eyelashes meet his face, holds him until he stops shaking, gently runs hands over all the places he’s learned make him unravel bit by bit. “Mine,” he whispers softly. “No one’s taking you from me, they can’t have you. Mine.” Over and over, whispered into Oliver’s skin.
  • Oliver wants to be bruised this time, to be handled so that he can’t drift away from what’s real and right there into what he saw.
  • Marcus has never been able to deny him anything.
  • When Oliver wakes, he’s sore and his body’s a map of where Marcus has been, will always be, wrapped around him like protections woven through castle walls, but far harder to break. There’s apprehensive eyes watching him, and Oliver’s only response is to kiss him, lingering and tender, as though they have all the time in the world for such kisses.
  • Marcus can’t let himself think about the fact that they almost didn’t.
  • Yours. I’m yours.
  • Neither of them have said it’s love, until then. Marcus breaks that silence, breaks that unspoken rule.
  • I love you, three words, worship and need personified, said out loud at last, long after they’d given themselves up to it.
  • Love is a place that they can’t return from; the topography of bodies, the balance of inner demons weighed against crossing the roughest terrain of their hearts.
  • Neither of them wants to.