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❝ - but Julian’s blue - green eyes echoed Emma’s own fierceness back to her without a hint of disapproval. Emma had never loved him so much as she did in that moment, for reflecting back to her even in the darkest feelings in the depths of her own heart. ❞

 ~ ❝  City Of Heavenly Fire ❞ by Cassandra Clare, Page 143

“Family. Familia. Famille” - [Tom Hiddleston - One shot ].

Based on: Imagine: Tom being your ex, the one your family loved and welcomed when the two of you were together, and even wanted you to marry but things never worked between you. A couple of years later, he’s invited to a family event, which makes things super awkward for you because you’re still single but you don’t want him to know, and you’re well aware of how communicative and pushy your relatives can be, not to mention how much they will be praising him all evening long.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: Family drama/fluff. 

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Mia rolled the end of her side braid around her bun and secured it with a bobby pin while staring at herself in the mirror.

The curtain next to her billowed open and the cool ocean breeze raced through her, reminding her to pay attention to the sound of the crashing waves outside her parents’ beach house; something she hadn’t indulged in, in a long time.

Her bedroom door opened and it took her visitor less than 5 steps to reach her and rest her chin on her shoulder while putting her hands on her arms.

“Isn’t it odd how even when we look the same, I’m still the prettier one?”

Mia rolled her eyes at her identical twin who stared back at her in the mirror.

“Fuck off”.

Ava laughed.

“You look nice. I wonder why”, she said and Mia caught an ironic note in her tone but brushed it off.

“It’s been a while since the whole family’s gathered”, Mia said with a shrug.

“Oh, I’m sure, Aunt Marie will appreciate your effort. Come on”, Ava chuckled.

“What?”

Ava frowned and studied her sister for a second.

“Oh!” she exclaimed raising an eyebrow, “You don’t know”.

“Ava”, Mia sighed, “You’ve been here for a minute and you’re already getting on my nerves. What is it?”

Ava stood up, walked towards the door and opened it before glancing back at her dumbfounded and two-minute younger twin.

“Mother invited Tom”.

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Imagine Chris and your daughter surprising you at work.

A/N: I’m on a roll, two in one day. :D Sooooo muuuuuch fluuuufff. You need to just have a kid already, Chris, so you can be the cutest, bestest dad around. X

Your four year old daughter held her dad’s large hand as they walked through the hallways of Paramount Studio looking for you. They were running errands when they drove past the studio and decided to surprise you with a drop-in, mainly because your daughter couldn’t wait till tonight to give you the rose she- well, Chris bought you.

“Do you think Mama is going like this?” Harper looked up at her dad with your pretty Y/E/C eyes, holding up the single red rose; Chris nodded, smiling. “But wouldn’t she want more than one rose?”

“It’s the thought that counts, bug.” Chris scooped her up into his arms and poked her sides, making her giggle. “And it doesn’t matter how many roses you get Mama, she’s going to love it anyway ‘cause she’s a sucker for roses.”

You were right behind them when Chris said that, as one of your interns had informed you that your husband and daughter were wandering the hallways looking for you. You chuckled softly at the language your husband had chosen to use around your impressionable four year old. It wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t a word you wanted your four year old to be spouting.

“She’s also a sucker for chocolates,” Harper said and Chris nodded; another chuckle escaped your throat and you shook your head in disapproval. “We should’ve got her some. I think she likes the golden ones, the ones with the wrappers that she makes into tiny roses.”

“You mean Ferrero Rochers?” Chris quizzed and Harper nodded. “Well done, bug. That is one of your mom’s favorite chocolates and I picked up some at the supermarket. Look at you,” he chuckled, “you’ve got the memory of an elephant.” He made elephant noises, making her laugh and you smile; his choice of words weren’t always the best, but he was still an amazing husband and father.

“Well well well, look who we have here.” You began and Chris turned around with Harper in his arms; both their eyes lit up upon seeing you. “What are you two trouble makers up to?” You asked as you walked over.

“Mama!” Harper barreled towards you as soon as Chris put her down. You bent over, catching and lifting her into your arms when she jumped. “Mama, I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered into your ear, wrapping her small arms around your neck.

“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris as he placed a hand on your arm, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “What’s that?” You gasped excitedly when Chris pulled away and Harper leaned back to give you the rose she bought you. “Wow, thank you sweetheart. This just made my day,” you smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and she giggled.

“We just thought we’d drop by and see you, give you a few hugs and kisses because you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Chris told you and Harper nodded in agreement; you smiled. “How’s everything sailing?” He asked and you hugged Harper, holding her close so you could roll your eyes over her shoulder. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled softly.

“You of all people should know how bad directing can get, especially with cocky actors who don’t show up on time. I mean- you worked with Chris Evans, right?” You teased him and he laughed, nodding. “Honestly-” you chuckled wearily then sighed, giving him a small smile, “there’s no one I’d rather work with.”

“Aw, baby,” Chris pouted sympathetically, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You know there’s no one I’d rather work with too, but we’re parents now.” He reminded you, rubbing Harper’s back. “It’s time we learn to work with other people,” he said and you nodding, pouting. “Just do me a favor and don’t fall in-love with your next handsome lead,” he winked then smiled when you chuckled.

“Only if you promise not to fall in-love with your next pretty director.”

“The Russo brothers are my next directors,” Chris chuckled and you laughed, “I think I’ll be fine.”

“Mrs. Evans?” One of your interns called and you turned around. Chris smiled because this was the first time he heard someone call you Mrs. Evans at work as you were always referred to by your maiden name; it was probably because he was there. “You’re needed on set.” As soon as Harper heard that, she tightened her hold on you.

“Tell them I’ll be right there,” you nodded and the intern disappeared around the corner.

“No, Mama,” Harper’s voice quivered slightly, making your heart ache as you hugged her as tightly as she was hugging you. “Please don’t go,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

You felt your eyes start to well with tears and you looked to Chris, pressing your lips together to suppress your urge to cry. “Don’t start,” he mouthed and shook his head, giving you the smile that would always make you smile; it worked. “C'mon, sweetheart.” Chris gently rubbed Harper’s back, trying to take her from you. “Let’s go home, we’ll see Mama later.”

“No,” Harper shrugged off her dad’s touch, making him sigh. “I don’t want to go,” she huffed, clutching onto you. “I want to stay here with you, Mama.” You beckoned your head for Chris to follow you as you started to make your way to where you were needed while still carrying your stubborn four year old.

“But what are you going to do here with me, baby?” You asked gently and she leaned back in your arms so she could meet your gaze. “I’m going to be busy directing and you don’t know anyone I’m working with. It’s not like Daddy’s set, you won’t have Uncle Seba or Auntie Scar or Uncle Rob to play with you.”

“I can just sit quietly and watch you work,” Harper responded with a grin.

“You could, but I promise you you’d have more fun with Daddy at home.” You told her and she wiggled her tiny mouth from side to side, pondering. “Like I said, it’s not like Daddy’s set. You’re going to be all by yourself, sitting quietly. That sounds so boring, don’t you think?”

“Bug, c'mon. You promised you wouldn’t do this.” Chris reminded her and she sighed. He knew you were on a tight schedule and you needed to stay focus which was why he made Harper promise she wouldn’t do any of what she was currently doing before he took her here. “Your mom’s on a tight schedule, do you remember what that means?”

“Yeah,” Harper nodded, pouting.

“So let’s go home so she can finish work quickly and come home in time for dinner,” Chris told her and she looked between the both of you, still pondering who she wanted to go with and what she’d get to do. “Do you remember what we’re having for dinner? Pi…” He trailed off.

“Zza!” She finished, holding out her arms for her dad to take her. “Okay, let’s go home.” Chris smiled at you, a little too smug for your liking. He’d always been good with kids, you knew that before you married him; it was actually one of the reasons you married him. “Bye Mama,” she leaned over and pecked you on the cheek.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You booped her nose and she giggled. “I’ll see you two at home,” you said and pecked Chris on the lips. “Hopefully in time for dinner,” you pursed your lips, knowing there was a small chance you weren’t going to be.

“Just tell your cast and crew Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their asses if they don’t cut their shit out.” Chris told you, smiling; you chuckled because both of you had completely forgotten that you were in your four year old daughter’s presence until…

“Yeah,” Harper nodded with furrowed brows, “tell them Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their-” Chris covered her mouth, both of you laughing, before she could finish.

:: Darren Miller ::

Companion/Non-Inquisitor

Age: 17 at Haven (turns 18 shortly after arriving at Skyhold).

Height: 5’7” (170 cm).

Class: Warrior (no specialisation).

Weapon of Choice: Short sword.

Religion: Andrastian, but not devoutly.

Nickname Courtesy of Varric: Junior.

Family: Jorah Miller (father), Elise Miller (mother), Claire Miller (little sister), Cian Miller (little brother - deceased).

Positive Traits: Loyal, kind, determined, genuine, sunny.

Negative Traits: Trusting (to a fault), awkward, sensitive, clumsy, self-critical.

Love interest(s): none so far.

Gets along with: Hanin, The Dawn Squad, Sera, Delton, Maraas, Varric, Krem, and The Iron Bull.

Does not get along with: Cole, most of the recruits in his former squads, Maraas (initially), Cassandra (she intimidates him).


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Darren grew up on a farm with his family, and lived there for all of his life until the explosion at the Conclave. Nestled at the heart of Ferelden, their small town had somehow managed to avoid the worst of the Fifth Blight. Darren loved working the farm with his father from the moment he was old enough to keep up, but also learned important things like sewing and how to prepare a meal from his mother when it was raining or he got sick and had to stay indoors. He loves his family more than the sun in the sky, and the surprise arrival of a pair of twins when Darren was eight was one of the most exciting moments of his life. On a weeping morning in early spring, his sister Claire and brother Cian were born.

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A/N I’ve requested other people to write this before, before I had my own account, but I decided to give it my own touch! For some reason, I love the idea of this. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Klaus finds the reader, who just got turned, in shock after killing someone for the first time.

Warnings: blood and death

Klaus Mikaelson

You were cowered a few feet away from the body you had just sucked dry, the body of the man you killed.

You were a recently turned vampire, even though you never wanted to be one. You had been killed by an enemy of your group of friends, but unknowingly to them, you had vampire blood in your system that had healed you after getting severely hurt. You had gotten hurt more times than you can count, but that was to be expected as your friends were the vampires and werewolves of mystic falls, and since you knew the originals and had caught the eye of the well known hybrid, you were an even bigger target.

You sat there on the forest floor with blood covering the bottom half of your face, your body, and clothes in shock. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know if you should tell someone and you didn’t know how to clean the mess up.

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INTEGRATE // masterlist


Request: Hey! I love your blog and your writing skills. And I was wondering if you could write a Kylo x reader where the reader is a general and she really likes Kylo and he likes her too (of course) but they haven’t told each other.

A/N: Let’s all pretend that we cant see the director in the gif ya thanks. Thank you for the request, anon! Also, thank you for enjoying my blog/fics, I appreciate it :’) Enjoy! P.S. wookieepedia is great help for finding planets/species.

Warning: None

Word Count: 3.4K+


Sharing a title with a rather obnoxious and self absorbed man wasn’t something to flaunt about, although you had one of the highest ranks, you couldn’t possibly let the thought slip that you shared the position. Granted, you had received the rank a good time after the man had. But, still, you had the title and he couldn’t do anything about it.

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“Then you really did what the police and what this young man have accused you of doing?”

“Yes, but let me explain.”

“There is no explanation possible.”

Marlene Dietrich plays a jewel thief and Frank Halliday is her disapproving uncle in the romantic comedy Desire  (Frank Borzage, 1936)

So I was working on my punisher morning thingy and I decided to do a Loki one.
Anyways requests are open 💖
Pairing:Loki x reader
Word count: 200-300
Author: me
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The air felt timid, small flakes danced across the crystal like windows of Asgard.
The sheets felt silken against your heated skin, a smell of cologne and freshly washed hair wafted across your nose as you pulled the liquid gold closer.
“Time to get up, love” a cool voice whispered against your ear, leaving a chill behind in its wake, causing goosebumps to trail along your pale skin.
“So soon” you mumble cracking an eye open to meet emerald colored orbs.
A small smile worked its way across his stoic face as he leaned closer to you.
“sadly yes” he sighed breathing in your scent as cool lips lightly tapped your forehead,humming as you stretched.
His arms snake across your small form pulling you close, kissing your nose and finally your lips.
“I wish this morning would last forever” you sigh, allowing yourself to wallow in his comforting embrace.
“As do I my queen, but the kingdom awaits” he said in a smug tone, releasing you and standing broadly in the chilled room, bringing some of the sheets with him causing you to groan in disapproval, giving in and sitting up.
“Why do you wake me up, when you certainly could rule on your own.” Chuckling he turns to you, his eyes crinkled with delight.
“Well you see (y/n) there is no king without his queen, and no kingdom without both of its rulers” with a grunt you look at him “and why do you have to be so theoretical so early.” With his signature smile he stretches over to you, eyes with a mischievous glint to them. “Whatever you ask of me my love, shall be answered” he chided slipping his arms around you and pulling you to him.
“By the way (y/n), it’s not early, it’s one in the afternoon”

Request (anon): Seb is not that into wedding planning as the reader?

A/N: I had to slightly change the request. I feel like Seb’s the ‘give his girl the wedding of her dreams’ kinda guy, but that he would most definitely be helpful in the process. So, instead, he’s just too tired to be as helpful as usual? Either way, hope you guys like it

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Attempting to keep his focus, Sebastian reaches forward for his nearly empty glass of wine. As he finishes it off, he realizes the drink might not mix well with his exhaustion.

In all honesty, he is not quite certain what the exact topic of conversation is but he knows it is surrounding a wedding. His wedding to be exact. After a sixteen hour day, including a flight home after a day of press, Sebastian was ready to crawl into his bed. A bed he hasn’t laid down in for three months. Yet, he finds himself seated at a table in a crowded restaurant trying to make sense of the different flower arrangements being thrown around.

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Baby feathers

Warren’s feathered wings are growing back after apocalypse, and they’re coursing him some pain.

Warren’s shoulder blades felt as though they were going to rip out of his flesh. He reached around with gritted teeth, stubby spines were poking through the fabric of his t-shirt. He hadn’t felt this pain in years, nothing he had experienced after it had come close, it blindsided him. He staggered to the kitchen of the institute. Ripping cupboard doors open, looking for anything alcoholic, to at least dull the pain.

You heard banging and clattering ,down the corridor from where you were sat writing. Trying to ignore the racket you got back to your papers. The noise continued and then suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a groan of pain.

You sprinted down the corridor, tripping as you went. when you reached the kitchen you found it in an uproar, pots and pans scattered around the benches, crockery stroon around the floor, and warren, sitting crouched in the middle of it all. You had never seen him look so small, so crumpled, so defeated. His head resting on his knees and his strong arms wrapped tightly around his legs his hands grasping at his shoulders.

You approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him. You crouched down opposite him, ‘warren’ you said his name so softly, as though it was a secret. His eyes flew open, you could see he was in pain, wincing with the sudden movement. “warren what on earth were you looking for? What’s happened to you?’ your voice still soft, trying to calm him. “vodka’ his voice sounding raspy. You shuffled around to his side, moving his hands from his shoulders, you hissed at the sight, you rubbed comforting circles between his shoulder blades, where his new wings were fighting their way through. You pulled him into you, resting his head on your shoulder, ‘I don’t think alcohol’s going to help you with this sweetheart’, you said stroking his hair. “I’ll run you a hot bath and get you some pain killers, alright? Can you stand?’ he swayed slightly as he stood, but you quickly steadied him, you took most of warrens weight as you both struggled towards your room.

Once you finally reached your room, you sat warren in your chair and ran to the bathroom to draw a bath. You let it run and went back to check on warren, you knelt down in front of him and gently cradled his handsome face in your hands. “warren love, you’re going to be alright, you’ve done this before, I’m with you, you can do this.’ He gave you a weak smile at your encouraging words, that he didn’t think he deserved. You helped him up and to the bathroom, where he tugged off his shirt and his jeans, he looked back at you and gave you a suggestive look. Really? He was doing this now at a time like this? Thankfully he just smirked and stepped into the bath, clenching his teeth as he submerged himself under the hot water. The blood from where the spines of his feathers had broken through his skin, colouring the water.

After a few minutes he visibly seemed to relax, so you passed him a glass of water and some pain killers. He took them without complaint and gave you a grateful smile as he handed them back. He stayed in the bath for quite some time, until the water started to turn tepid, you stroking his back or his hair. His eyes started to drift shut, it was time to get out before he fell asleep, you helped him out and to dry off, being careful not to catch the tender area of the steadily regrown feathers. You had intended on taking him to his own room, warren however had other ideas. He wobbled his way over to your bed and collapsed on top of it. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you turned to try and continue with your writing, when you heard a groan of disapproval from the blonde, you turned to see his arm open to you, offering an inviting space. You gave in to his wishes and snuggled into his arms, your back to his front, his mouth at your ear. “don’t leave’

 

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If you don’t think Gabe was the best, most protective father figure, you’re wrong, don’t even fight me;

He literally supported Philip from day one

He tried to convince Helen to give him time and the benefit of the doubt whenever possible and to get her to understand how hard of a time he must be having

He gave Philip advice and didn’t press him about his past when he knew it was bringing up bad stuff for him

He let Philip join in on his and Helens traditions because he was part of the family to him

He believed Philip even after Helen gave him so many reasons not to

He brought Philip to the lake because it helps him clear his mind and he thinks it will help Philip

He let Philip go out with his mom even though Helen didn’t agree because he knew that’s what they both needed, to just talk and see each other, no matter what the courts said, even if she wasn’t entirely sober because it was an opportunity for them to be close

He told him he could live with them forever

He was always happy when Philip was making progress, when he was friends with Lukas and going out

He went to talk to Bo after the philkas hospital kiss because he knew how damaging it would be for Lukas if his father disapproved and how much Philip would hate himself if he ruined Lukas’ relationship with his father

He was 100% supportive of Philip being gay

He was just all around the most caring man with Philips best interests at heart