collecting firewood

Darkness spreads

Ah the Purl Empire, how planets had we conquered this year alone? ten? Twenty? ah it didn’t matter our empire grows and soon enough we shall be where we rightfully belong. The lords of the galaxy. 

I toast to our most recent successes along with my fiend Fera and commander of the second order, his force was almost as big as mine and the number of planets he had conquered was fast. But  I had done more,Truly there was no race in the universe that could face us. So many races our Empire had trodden on, so many had faced us and where are they, extinct is where they are. forgotten to the pages of history. Ah my assistants finally enters my office surly to bring some more good news.

“Sir, the 8th fleet has…gone”

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” i demand to know.

“We lost contact with them a few hours ago, we believed it to be a communication malfunction but they are not responding on any channel”

This is impossible, no fleet has ever simply dissipated.

“Where were they?” I ask trying to make sense of this.

“They were heading to system 1963.6″

“Well what is there?”

“A small barley inhabitable planet, other than that not much is known it has been some time since a probe was sent there”

“How long ago?”

“about a hundred years and our reports show the barley sentient race there were living in huts”

My friend suggests they are simply not responding or that their equipment has malfunctioned. But on every ship that is not likely, i order my assistant to send the 4th fleet as they should be close by, they could tell us what is happening and clear up this mystery.

10 fleets, we sent 10 fleets into that territory that should have been more than enough to destroy what was lurking in that…void. This darkness is spreading too, whatever began on that planet has spread far and worse with every victory they seem to get stronger.

 We were able to capture one of them, dead obviously they are too dangerous to be captured alive. This alien is beyond our comprehension, our scanners can’t detect it, our tools can only barley cut it, it’s like their bones are made of pure steel. As soon as one of their organs was cut open acid sprayed everywhere killing the researchers and even melting the table. Did these things evolve naturally?

The entire Empire is now mobilizing, all 182 fleets are moving to surround this darkness, we may at least be able to contain them, my fleets are but a shadow of their former glory now. Once I commanded one of the largest fleets in the Empire and now it’s been reduced to less than half strength. Worse I’m on support duty for those at the front.

The darkness has spread once more, this time in every direction, their ships we can target them, we cant even see them we fire blind in some hope we might hit them. Their ships grab ours and board our ships vomiting their soldiers inside. I am ashamed to say I fled when they broke through my section. 

The Purl Empire is gone, it fell years ago, the moment my fleet was sent to attack their home they have hunted us with a hunger that is not natural, they have devoured every planet we had, every ship we fought with. Now we hide, on this back water world with only the most basic technology to survive on. Food is scarce, the water poisonous in large quantities. I’m out one day collecting firewood, how far I have fallen I think to myself, a noise behind me makes me turn and i drop the wood at what I see.

The darkness, they were waiting for us.

A love among the ruins pt 2

Cr.

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader.

Genre: Royalty AU, smut, fluff, dirty talk, cum play (Oh boy..)

Summary: As a maid working for the royal family, it is your job to serve those who are above you. You know the rules and are supposed to keep them, however said rules become harder and harder to follow when put into actual practice.

Word count: 5,971

Notes: Whoop whoop, there is smut! This part isn’t especially angsty and the smut only really comes at the end. I was listening to Bedroom hymns by Florence + the machine when I was wring this, so you can listen to that if you want an audio to go with this. Especially for the smut scene  ;)

→  Part One | Part Two | Part Three.


II.

Now,–the country does not even boast a tree,
As you see,
To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills
From the hills
Intersect and give a name to, (else they run
Into one)
Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires
Up like fires
O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall
Bounding all,
Made of marble, men might march on nor be pressed,
Twelve abreast.

Robert Browning, Love among the ruins


The upper halls of the castle were dead quiet, so silent that the only noise bouncing along the walls was the soft tread of your feet against the stone floor and your shallow breaths that puffed out from exertion. A bundle of sticks were pressed close to your chest, the sides being supported by your arms that curled around it so that you could shuffle the weight from one side to the other from time to time the muscles in your arms already complaining against the strain. Really this should’ve been a job for someone stronger than you, not that you weren’t capable; you had proven your skill already, but collecting firewood was a strenuous job, particularly tiring for someone of your size. Usually it was one of the younger more robust servers that would help with hauling said weight in, one of the errand boys bumbling into the kitchen each morning with a cheerful tune and an armful of twigs for the fire. However, recently communication with the neighbouring countries had been especially high, meaning that the poor boys was sent riding to great distances in order to exchange notes between the kings, Which only left the maids, the butlers, the cooks and the guards to deal with the the more taking jobs, and the guards were so overrun and the butlers so elderly- taking on the job seemed like the only thing you could do.

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- hello!!!!!!!!!!!! long time no lengthy life update posts!!! what’s doin
- i am officially back in melbourne, showered and in the first real bed i’ve been in for about six months, so that’s nice
- left viborg a few weeks ago and cried all the way to aarhus, v sad to say goodbye to my classmates, but also very sure i will see them all again
- katherine and i went on an Otter Spotting / Graveyard Tour of Scotland in an only mildly obnoxious wicked van. failed to find any otters but found many many old mountain graveyards next to beautiful lochs so win some lose some
- i’d like to take this time to voice my gratitude to katherine, who is probably my only friend who would walk through marsh, climb up cliffs, scramble down steep ravines, and wade around headlands for three hours and 16km on a fruitless quest for otters with me. she’s a good egg
- we spent a lot of time pretending to be gothic 19th century heroines on the lonely rugged shores of the west coast of scotland collecting firewood and living off soup. was very aesthetically satisfying but we were a bit in need of a wash by the end
- spent our last few days in london before i hopped on a plane bound for home after what my computer back up’s system is telling me was 194 days
- in spite of plans to sleep for the next year, i’ve as per usual found myself as busy as ever for the next few weeks. I’ve got commissions to finish, mimon to kick off again on monday, and oz comic con on the 2nd. as well as the two jobs i’ve suddenly found myself with. yikes friends when will i chill
- either way i’ll do my best to be around more soon enough! one thing’s for sure, i’m gonna be producing a heck ton of art over the next month or so, so i’ll be around
- hope everyone is well!!!! i’m stressed (i’m starting to think maybe that’s just my general state of being for 2017) but good. the world’s a mad but good.

Silence

A/N: For @princess-of-erebor1992​ who requested a fic based on this imagine from @imaginexhobbit​! Sorry it took a little while (and that I’m posting it at an awkward time), but here it is!

Summary: After being dropped in Middle Earth, it takes a while for you to find your voice again.

Word Count: 1471 (went a little overboard on this one)

Warnings: None, I think? Some mild freaking out, maybe.


It had been a full day since you had appeared on the forest path in front of the company, glowing like a wraith, and just as silent. The panic on the dwarves’ face at the unexpected presence was nothing to your panicked expression, your eyes darting wildly around as you took in the horrifyingly foreign surroundings. Gandalf had swooped in and collected you with very little fuss, insisting that you travel with the company. Thorin had been less than pleased at that, protesting that they knew nothing about you, that you would only be a hindrance on this very important quest. But the grey wizard merely ignored Thorin’s protestations and hoisted you up onto Bilbo’s pony, assuring you that the company would take good care of you.

Through the whole exchange, you had not said a word. You were too terrified.

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Like A Cat

A “Logan” fanfiction. One-shot.

AO3

Summary:

Charles discovers an interesting quirk that Logan and Laura share.


Charles leaned his head on his hand and smiled at the pair napping on the couch.

Logan had fallen asleep after a day of helping the children collect firewood. From what Charles had heard, their antics had involved a large amount of tree climbing and at least two incidents of young mutants falling into a river.

Logan, with his metal-plated bones, was hardly an adept swimmer, but he’d moved quickly to avoid the possibility of the children getting swept downstream. By the time the group had made it to the cabin where they were staying, Logan had been wet, achy, cold, and irritable. He’d just managed to slip out of his shoes and wet clothing before he all but collapsed on the run-down couch they all had salvaged from an abandoned house.

Only one of his legs had actually made it onto the cushions, the other stretched out along the floor. His head sagged against the padded armrest, his grizzled hands resting on his chest. He was looking healthier than he had in a long while, the medicine the children had stolen from Transigen working its magic. There was color in his face, and some of the old scars on his face had faded to near-invisibility.

Laura was napping with him.

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there’s a part in that NatGeo article where Avery Jackson, the trans kid on the cover, says “Everything about being a girl is good”. The female children in the article say some really different things about girlhood. From Nawar Kagete in Kenya: “You are seduced wherever you go. You are chased by men. If you go to fetch water, you are chased; you go to collect firewood, you are chased.” From Yunshu Sang in China: “I think that something girls can’t do is to be a police officer. I want to be a police officer, but most police are men and there are no women, so I can’t.” From Tomee War Bonnet in South Dakota: “The worst thing about being a girl is that you just can’t do things that boys can do, like, it kind of bothers me how there was not one girl president.”

TrekFest 2017

Word Count: 1000
Tags: @outside-the-government, @pinkamour1588
Prompt & Author’s note: So, last night, I found the amazing miracle of panties with pockets (photo at the end of the story), and well… it made my day, and yeah… so @pinkamour1588 requested a fic featuring the panties with pockets. Here it is…


It was an away mission from hell, as far as you were concerned. The weather had turned on you, you and Jim had somehow become separated from the rest of the team, comms were out, and night was falling rapidly. A night that Spock had told you before leaving would last 68 hours and had the potential of a temperature drop of 80 degrees.

You were going to freeze to death with your captain. Not your idea of a good way to go. At least you could huddle for warmth before you died? At least then you’d get in on some of the legendary Jim Kirk action you’d been hearing about since you were assigned to the Enterprise. A last request, as it were?

Jim led you toward a sheltered copse of trees and set about industriously clearing a spot, digging a small hole with his hands, and ringing the hole with rocks. He then used his phaser to start a fire with the dead undergrowth he’d collected from around you. Not to be outdone, you started cutting down branches from the soft evergreens and making a lean-to. You became aware that Jim was staring at you and stopped, turning back to face him.

“What?” 

“Where did you get a jack knife and twine?” He asked, a look of complete confusion on his face.

“My pocket?” You replied. He continued to look baffled, but said nothing, returning to his chosen task of collecting more firewood.

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Camp Rules!!

anonymous asked:

could you write a little harry talk about cuddling at his moms house, and just talking about things and such? xo

No matter how many times they lay on the sofa together, cuddled into huge sweatshirts of his and tucked under a blanket with their feet locked together and arms wrapped around one another, he’d always talk about the same thing; how incredible it feels to have his girlfriend with him back home, mingling with is family and relaxing in the best way. They’d have cups of cocoa sitting on the table, socks folded in case their feet got a little icy, and their phones pushed as far away from them because that moment was theirs and it wasn’t to be interrupted by work calls or social media. 

“Always feels great, this does,” he’d whisper into the nape of her neck, kissing her skin as he went about the task of hitching a leg over hers and pulling her closer, shuffling his body weight on top of her and capturing her between the cushions and his body, “Gemma and Michal being kids, even though their the oldest of the four of us, and playing in the snow, Mum and Robin collecting firewood from their walk, us being the PDA couple. Feels really nice.”

The hood would be over his head, hiding his scruffy, bed-head, knotted hair and his eyes would be hooded due to the tiredness that sat behind his lids. A hand tucked under the hoodie that covered her body, ice-cold fingers, that were now warm, brushing over her warm skin.

“We do this every year, and, you say the same thing,” she’d giggle, reaching for his hand as it popped out from under her clothing and lacing her fingers through his, palm cupping the back of his hand, “although this time, we did change things up. Elf is never one we watch together. What happened to Love Actually?”

“Lost the disc,” he’d sigh, “only out this movie on for you because you love it and it makes you giggle and I love hearing that sound. I’ve kind of been drifting in and out of sleep.”

“We could go upstairs and get a cheeky nap in before dinner? I don’t need you falling asleep in your gravy,” she’d giggle, “it’ll be warmer, too. Your toes will break off soon.”

“I’m comfy here,” he’d whisper, pressing his cheek to her and sighing, “thanks for comin’ again.” 

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.” xx

Hiatus Fic #1

Title: Prompt #1 – Summer Vacation

Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon started by @thebookjumper.

Read on AO3 or ff.net

Summer Vacation

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when we were discussing summer vacations.”

He smiles down at her as her arms slide around him, her chin coming to rest on his shoulder.  Well, as close to his shoulder as she can reach.  

They stand together beside their recently erected tent, the one he’s assembled completely on his own while she’d been off collecting firewood.  The rest of the team – Curtis, Rene, Dinah and Thea – are on the other side of the fire pit arguing over the logistics of who is sleeping where and who – the boys or the girls – gets the bigger tent.  

He shrugs and grips her forearm where it’s draped across his abdomen.

“I know.  But I thought, after everything that happened… I figured we could all use a break.”

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I’ve been thinking about how the Pokemon writers really neglected Misty’s character development and plot lines  in the Johto arc, especially the Ash-Misty relationship subplot that they worked on in the Orange Islands. And it accurred to me that they actually wrote a great opportunity to build on, or at least not stall, Ash and Misty’s relationship. And that’s Chikorita/Bayleef. The whole plot of Chikorita having a crush on Ash and being jealous of the attention his other pokemon get was a nice and inventive way of adding character depth to Chikorita, but it could so easily have been used to advance the Ash-Misty relationship story and to build on Chikorita’s own character. Basically, they’d just have to add in more scenes of Ash and Misty being physically close to each other and acting like close friends and then have those moments interrupted by Chikorita. Ash and Misty sitting next to each other while eating? Chikorita jumps in the middle. Collecting firewood together? Chikorita pulls it out of Misy’s hands and offers it to Ash instead. Sleeping with their sleeping bags near each other? Chikorita pulls Misty’s bag away while they’re sleeping. It’s really not much more than the writers already did with Chikorita being jealous of Pikachu, just with regard to Misty. And the quasi-romantic nature of both characters’ feelings toward Ash could be built up by the details of the scenes, like the backgrounds used, the kinds of moments that are interrupted, the way the characters react when they seach the other being close to Ash (basically just use Misty’s reactions from the scenes with Melody and Macey). This also gives Misty a nice emotional development arc, since she has to come to terms with her being jealous of a pokemon, and gives her some more opportunities to really understand her feelings by using Chikorita’s behavior as a counter-point. It also allows more development of Chikorita. I envision this idea culminating with an episode where the gang is split up, probably due to team rocket of course, and Misty and Chikorita are on their own having to find ans rescue Ash. Over the course of the episode Chikorita comes to understand that Misty really does care for Ash sincerely and gets over her own crush. From there, Misty and Chikorita are able to bond over their shared feelings and in the final rescue of Ash, Chikorita evolves into Bayleef as a way of symbolically showing that her crush was holding back her ability to mature. From there on Bayleef is still affectionate toward Ash, but not jealous of others, and she and Misty are also close (I’m a fan of the idea of Ash and Misty’s pokemon being close to the other trainer). And of course I can’t help adding in some pokeshipping, so Bayleef would end up as a fervent pokeshipping jokester who takes opportunities to push Ash and Misty together or otherwise encourage and insinuate about their romantic feelings. (Things like using her vine whip to push the two closer, wafting sweet scent over them when their together, and other amusing things. With a nice helping of date with delcatty psyduck-esque snickering thrown in). Well, that was much longer than I thought it would be, and ended up as more of a pokeshipping rewrite concept than a lost opportunity, but hey!  

the night rolls on like a long lost friend (till the sunrise bleeds like the bitter end): chapter 8

Read on AO3 here


“It’s upside down.”

“It’s not upside down.”

“Does it make you feel better, lying to yourself?”

Kim almost regrets saying that, given the force behind the glare Trini shoots her way. Kim simply pushes her sunglasses up into her hair, and shakes the tent out. “Okay, seriously. Trust me, I’ve been putting this thing up every time I’ve been camping since we got it.”

“How many times is that?”

Kim pretends to count on her fingers.

“One and a half.”

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anonymous asked:

what if p& newborn Alf went to stay over at nana Anne's & p started playing up because sleepovers at nannys aren't the same anymore

She’d be so used to baking cakes and pastries with Anne during the afternoon and then snuggling up with Robin during the evening as she sipped on a marshmallow-covered hot chocolate before she went to bed in Harry’s old bedroom. But, because Alfie’s there now, as a fresh newborn baby, it means baking doesn’t happen as much as normal because, whilst Robin is out collecting firewood for the fire being lit that evening, Anne has to look after the baby and keep her hands free to be able to tend to him if he needs some attention. 

Bedtimes would be a little different, and rather than Robin reading her a story like normal, Anne reads to her. But, she complains because she doesn’t read them the same as her ‘Pops’ does; with the voices and the tickles and the kisses. So, when the missus and Harry would come to collect them after a weekend of alone time, Anne would pull the missus to the side and explain to her that Persephone was acting a little strange and was a little distantly, playing up a lot more than she used to. 

“She’s been a little different at home, too. After school, she’s a bit… distant and cold and she doesn’t talk as much. She’s been throwing a lot of tantrums too,” the missus would explain, sighing softly as she looked into the living room to see her saying goodbye to Robin, Harry already outside to strap the baby into the car, “we spoke about it last night when we went out for dinner. Harry seems to think it’s because Alfie’s new and she hasn’t had time to adjust, but, I think t’s just her growing up and realising how independent she’s becoming.”

“That’s quite possible,” Anne would smile, bringing the missus in for a hug, “Gemma was a little like this when me and Des brought Harry home for the first time. It takes time. She’ll warm up to him.”

“Hopefully she’ll be good for next week before we take the trip down to Cornwall. I don’t think we can handle a 4 hour journey down south with them if they’re fussy,” she’d sigh and kiss Anne’s cheek, “thank you for looking after them though. We really needed this weekend to sleep and catch up on lost time.”

“My pleasure. It’s always fun to look after them. They remind me of Gem and Harry when they were this small,” she’d smile, following the missus into the living room, Persephone instantly running over to hug her, “bye, sweetheart. Thank you for a lovely weekend.”

“Buh-bye, Nana!” xx

Stephen's turn! ❤️

Imagine: Stephen as a father.


Stephen held the log down, smiling as his son used another stick to ‘chop’ at the wood, mimicking the movements he did earlier with the axe. He already finished chopping enough wood for the fireplace, but he didn’t mind the extra help. Ever since he got back from the war, these moments were the only things keeping his mind at ease, so if his son wanted to spend the next few hours collecting firewood then so be it.

“My love, dinner is ready.”

You walked outside into your garden, happily snuggling into Stephen’s side as you kissed his cheek in greeting. He had been out here working for hours now, and as much as you adored seeing him bond with his son, you were absolutely starving.

Stephen hummed in response, pulling you closer to him as he watched his son carefully break a stick in half. He chuckled when the boy held it up triumphantly, as if that tiny piece of wood, would make a difference.

“Well done.”

You playfully nudged his shoulder, as if that would get him to stop teasing your child, but it only egged him on.

“What? He’s already better than me, my love.”

Stephen snaked his arms around your waist, tugging you into his chest as he rested his chin atop your head. He sighed contentedly, a small smile forming on his lips as he held the love of his life in his arms, and watched his only son play around the yard.


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That’s all I got lol

Originally posted by highway--vagabond

22.

For the wonderful @jodiereedus22 ❤️

One minute you’d been walking through the woods with Daryl collecting firewood, then next you opened your eyes to find yourself in a dark room with your hands and feet tied up. The door flings open and the light makes you squint and your head thump. You put your arms up to shield your face and then slowly lower them when the door shuts again.
“So, now I have you and your redneck boyfriend, I can find out where you’re all hiding,” the governor laughs as he squats down in front of you, lifting your chin up to look him in the eye.
“I’m not telling you anything,” you spit at him.
“Oh no, I don’t expect you to. I do expect your boyfriend to though,” he smirks.
“Ha, as if he’d say anything,” you retort.
“He will when he hears your screams,” he chuckles, “Danny, get in here.” A man enters with a crowbar and belt wrapped around his knuckles. The governor exits and shuts the door behind him, walking a short distance to the next door where Daryl is being held. He enters and leans down right in front of him.
“You’re about to hear something in a minute that I think will change your mind about giving up information,” he says proudly, listening out for any sounds. The crowbar hits the wall and Daryl flinches at the sound. The man hits you and you cry out as you’re unable to protect yourself being tied up. Daryl looks at the wall and starts getting angry, tears forming in his eyes.
“Aw, don’t you like hearing her being beaten?” The governor smiles at him.
“I ain’t tellin’ ya anything,” Daryl growls.
“I think you should, unless you want to take her home in a body bag.”
“That ain’t happening.”
“You severely underestimate me,” he laughs as Daryl struggles against his restraints, hearing you cry out again and the force of your body hitting the floor.
“Sounds like she’s had enough today. We’ll try again tomorrow,” the governor smirks as he leaves and locks the door behind him. He comes back into your room and signals for the man to stop. You’re on the floor, blood oozing from your nose, hair matted with red, heaving from the last blow to your stomach.
“You know, it’s a shame your boyfriend didn’t want to save you. We’ll make sure he cracks tomorrow though,” he says, standing over you, nudging your arm with his boot to check you’re still conscious. He then walks back out and slams the door as you lay there crying. You knew Daryl had to be strong, and you didn’t expect him to give anything up. You just needed to figure out how to get out of here. Eventually you fell asleep on the cold hard floor.
The next day there was a banging on the door and the governor entered alone.
“Morning sunshine! You’re coming with me,” he shouts, pulling you up by your hair, “see I had an idea last night. If your boyfriend SEES you getting beat, he’ll give me all the information I need!” He explains, dragging you along the floor to the next cell. He swings the door open and throws you to the floor right in front of Daryl.
“(Y/N),” Daryl gasps, seeing your blood stained face.
“Shut up! This isn’t a reunion!” The governor bellows as he gets a knife from his belt. He makes you kneel in front of him, facing Daryl, then cuts the straps of your tank top, making it fall down and expose your chest.
“You’re gonna tell me exactly where your group is, or I’m going to start hurting her,” he threatens, pushing the knife to your skin, making it bleed a little. You look at Daryl and shake your head, mouthing ‘no’ to him. His lip quivers as all he wants to do is jump up and save you. Seeing you like this was breaking his heart and making him beyond angry.
“Nah, I’m saying nothing,” Daryl finally replies. The governor looks at him confused.
“Excuse me? You WANT to hurt your girlfriend? Well fine, who am I to deny you that?” He bellows, digging the knife in further. You start crying with the pain and the governor slaps your face, knocking you to the ground, hitting your head on the concrete and becoming unconscious.
“We’ll leave it there for today,” the governor says matter of factly, leaving the room and locking you both inside. Daryl crawls over to you with his hands and feet bound like yours and starts stroking your hair.
“(Y/N), please, open your eyes baby,” he sobs into your neck. He fiddled with your ropes on your wrists and manages to get them free, then does them same to your ankles, then turns you on your side, attempting to put you in the recovery position.
“Baby please, open your eyes. (Y/N), I need ya,” he continues to cry, tears falling on your skin. He pulls your top up over your chest and kisses your head.
“Ya need to wake up now (Y/N), please. (Y/N), now!” He cries desperately, holding onto your hands, squeezing them tightly. A while later you begin to open your eyes, seeing Daryl’s face right in front of you, his red puffy eyes widening as you start to wake up.
“(Y/N)!” He exclaims, “how do ya feel?”
“Sore,” you croak, trying to lift your head up.
“No, don’t do that, just stay still,” Daryl whispers. You move your hands and realise they’re untied.
“Let me do yours,” you say, reaching out to Daryl’s hands and untying the ropes on him. He nods and undoes his ankles so he can get up and walk around, looking for something to put under your head. He finds a dusty blanket and shakes it off, then gently lifts your head and slides it underneath.
“Thanks,” you say, starting to shiver with pain, “when he comes back, don’t tell him anything, please Daryl.”
“I can’t promise ya that. I can’t let anything happen to ya (Y/N),” he shakes his head.
“But Daryl-”
“Nah, stop. Rick can handle it, I need ya too much,” he says, tears spilling onto his cheeks. You open your mouth to protest, but yawn instead and soon you’re asleep again. Daryl watches over you all night, sitting directly in front of you, carefully studying every move you make. Once Daryl hears movement he ties up your wrists again, but lightly this time, and you wake up to him with his finger over his mouth, making sure you don’t say anything. He hands you the rope for him and you do the same, making sure you were in the same state he left you yesterday.
“Morning campers!” The governor shouts as he enters the room, “lets get to it straight away!” He grabs your hair again and pulls you up onto your knees, his knife going straight to your throat this time.
“No! I’ll tell ya, just don’t!” Daryl shouts as soon as he sees a small trickle of blood running down your neck.
“I don’t believe you.” The governor says flatly, throwing the knife to the floor and grabbing you around the neck. He starts to squeeze, your vision disappearing with each shallow breath.
“The prison! We’re at a prison!” Daryl cries out.
“See, that wasn’t hard,” he says calmly, dropping you to the floor and kicking your back, then rushing out to get his men. Daryl gets out of the ropes and rushes over to you, picking you up and running out of where you’re being held. He runs and doesn’t look back until he’s out in the woods surrounding the town after getting through a fence. He checks the area and sets you down on the ground, still unconscious. He’d grabbed a bottle of water on his way out and lifted your head a little to trickle some into your mouth. You swallow it and open your eyes, squinting into the light.
“Where are we?” You mumble.
“In the woods outside the town. (Y/N), I thought I was gonna lose ya, I thought ya was gonna die,” he cries as he holds you to his chest.
“I didn’t, because of you,” you sigh, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You wince as you hurt your nose when it nudges his and you pull back quickly.
“Are ya okay?”
“Fine, just think my nose is broken.”
“Come on, we need to get back and get you looked at, then warn Rick,” Daryl says, looking at your face carefully and helping you stand up. He puts your arm around him to help you walk, your back aching from the last kick.
“We’ll get there in time, take it slow,” Daryl says, noticing the pain on your face. You smile at him and nod, ready for the long walk ahead of you.

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Torchlight

Fandom: The Hobbit

Paring: Fili x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3136 oops, again. ;)

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Warning: Smut! 

Notes: I love Fili so much. Maybe that why I don’t mind taking four hours to finish this, haha. I really like the way this one turned out, although the ending is a bit rocky because, y'know, why would you want something like this to end? ;) Anyways, I hope you like this, sweetcocoberry! Thank you so much for placing this request from me. Hope y'all enjoyyyy. <3

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Darkness spreads

Ah the Purl Empire, how planets had we conquered this year alone? ten? Twenty? ah it didn’t matter our empire grows and soon enough we shall be where we rightfully belong. The lords of the galaxy. 

I toast to our most recent successes along with my fiend Fera and commander of the second order, his force was almost as big as mine and the number of planets he had conquered was fast. But  I had done more,Truly there was no race in the universe that could face us. So many races our Empire had trodden on, so many had faced us and where are they, extinct is where they are. forgotten to the pages of history. Ah my assistants finally enters my office surly to bring some more good news.

“Sir, the 8th fleet has…gone”

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” i demand to know.

“We lost contact with them a few hours ago, we believed it to be a communication malfunction but they are not responding on any channel”

This is impossible, no fleet has ever simply dissipated.

“Where were they?” I ask trying to make sense of this.

“They were heading to system 1963.6″

“Well what is there?”

“A small barley inhabitable planet, other than that not much is known it has been some time since a probe was sent there”

“How long ago?”

“about a hundred years and our reports show the barley sentient race there were living in huts”

My friend suggests they are simply not responding or that their equipment has malfunctioned. But on every ship that is not likely, i order my assistant to send the 4th fleet as they should be close by, they could tell us what is happening and clear up this mystery.

10 fleets, we sent 10 fleets into that territory that should have been more than enough to destroy what was lurking in that…void. This darkness is spreading too, whatever began on that planet has spread far and worse with every victory they seem to get stronger.

 We were able to capture one of them, dead obviously they are too dangerous to be captured alive. This alien is beyond our comprehension, our scanners can’t detect it, our tools can only barley cut it, it’s like their bones are made of pure steel. As soon as one of their organs was cut open acid sprayed everywhere killing the researchers and even melting the table. Did these things evolve naturally?

The entire Empire is now mobilizing, all 182 fleets are moving to surround this darkness, we may at least be able to contain them, my fleets are but a shadow of their former glory now. Once I commanded one of the largest fleets in the Empire and now it’s been reduced to less than half strength. Worse I’m on support duty for those at the front.

The darkness has spread once more, this time in every direction, their ships we can target them, we cant even see them we fire blind in some hope we might hit them. Their ships grab ours and board our ships vomiting their soldiers inside. I am ashamed to say I fled when they broke through my section. 

The Purl Empire is gone, it fell years ago, the moment my fleet was sent to attack their home they have hunted us with a hunger that is not natural, they have devoured every planet we had, every ship we fought with. Now we hide, on this back water world with only the most basic technology to survive on. Food is scarce, the water poisonous in large quantities. I’m out one day collecting firewood, how far I have fallen I think to myself, a noise behind me makes me turn and i drop the wood at what I see.

The darkness, they were waiting for us.