It was morning in the village where YOCHEVED lived with her three children, Miriam, Aaron, and Moses. On this morning, terror filled the streets. Egyptian soldiers roamed the village, searching for infants and snatching them from their mothers’ arms. To save Moses’ life, Yocheved knew she must escape unnoticed.
Her heart filled with f a i t h and l o v e, Yocheved carefully made her way from the village to the river. As MIRIAM and AARON looked on, she knelt down beside the waters of the Nile and placed MOSES in a woven basket.
And, that’s it! It’s seems like Lance died but like…psssh, he…he’s sleeping, kay? Yah… btw LONG. POST. Translations: Ae-in (Sweetheart), Amor (Love)
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
One, two, three blinks and then –
Lance’s eyes stay closed.
“No.” Keith whispers horrified, his hand aimlessly patting the glass powerless, “No, no, no, no, no. Lance, please, no.”
There’s nothing at all. There’s no flutter of eyelids or a steady breathing or even a twitch.
There’s nothing but a ghost smile in those pale half parted lips.
“L-Lance.” He chokes out weakly, barely acknowledging the tears running down his face, “Ae-in?”
Lance just sits there, body heavily pressed against the glass, right in front of Keith, mouth frozen in a permanent silent sigh and Keith snaps.
“No!” He screams, “No, no, no! Lance! I-I love –! Lance, please! Come back! Come back, please! I-I didn’t –!” Keith’s voice breaks, words still falling out of his mouth without his consent, “I love you too! Please! I didn’t get the chance to –! Don’t do this, please! I’m begging you! Lance!”
This can’t be happening. Keith thinks as his fist pounds at the glass that block his way to get to the brunet. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be –
“Please, please, please, break. Break goddamnit, please!” He shouts, standing up and activating his bayard, not hesitating a tick before he’s lashing and stabbing the glass, “Break, break. Please, please – BREAK!”
It doesn’t and Keith can only slash out at the damn glass over and over again. His vision gets blurry as more tears keep gathering in his eyes and suddenly there’s no air in his lungs and he can’t breath, he can’t hear, he can’t - he can’t –
“No!” He yells as soon as someone grabs him from behind and pulls him away, “No! Get off of me! Get off –! Lance! Lance, please! No!”
Lance’s figure just keeps getting further and further away from him. He’s basically slipping through his finger and he can’t do a damn thing.
“S-Stop.” Keith sobs out desperately, dropping his entire body in defeat against the strong hold he’s trapped in, “S-stop, p-please, I-I can’t–I didn’t tell him –!”
Faint black spots start appearing in his vision. He tips to the side exhausted as he look straight into the only blurry blue dot he can see.
“L-Lance.” He whispers brokenly, “L-Lan –”
Keith hears the sound of something shattering as he loses conscience but he’s just not sure on what exactly.
After being set upon by Imperial agents and left in the woods to die, Luke Skywalker, the secret son of late and unlamented Lord Vader, is rescued by Captain Karrde, a notorious smuggler, and the mysterious Miss Mara Jade. He soon discovers that Miss Jade was once the ward of the former Emperor, and that she desires nothing more than to see him dead. Meanwhile, Admiral Thrawn’s fleet gathers off the coast and no one knows which way the tide of war will turn…
Warnings: Once again, there won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;)) Please hold on until then bbs.
“You know Y/N, I must admit you’re improving. It appears my warning has gotten through that dull head of yours”, Mr. Kwon paced back and forth slowly in front of my desk as he spoke.
“With all due respect sir, I do believe my head is not dull and that I am improving at my own will. Not because you told me to do so,” I bit back.
Suddenly, Mr. Kwon’s hands slammed down on the surface of the wooden desk. His body lurched forward slightly and his gaze captured my own.
“What? Just because you wrote one decent paper, you think you have the power to question my authority?” he glowered at me and I shivered with a sickening mixture of anger and annoyance. “You will have to do a lot more than whine about your autonomy before I think of you as anything more than a subpar student”.
Requested: A one shot where the reader tries to help Percival Graves after he’s been kidnapped. He’s cold and doesn’t let her in which leads to him pushing her away and them breaking up. Later when he sees her out with another man he begins to question his previous decision.
I’ve never done a request before so I hope this doesn’t suck!
Warnings: smut, language
Word Count: 3,617
For as long as you could remember
you’d known Percival Graves.
You knew everything about him.
What made him tick, what made him
happy and what made him sad.
You knew him inside and out.
So, when he started to act
different you knew something was wrong. You knew he wasn’t the Percival Graves
you’d once known. Not the man you’d loved or the man you’d grown up knowing.
But even when it was revealed that someone had been pretending to be him, that your
suspicions were right you didn’t find relief.
At first, when he came back home,
you’d thought that you could get through to him. That giving him space and
attention at the right time would be enough to bring the old Percival Graves
back to you. But it wasn’t that easy… the more you tried the more he pulled
The more he pulled away.
he pulled away completely.
you both broke up.
The night that plagued your mind
whenever you closed your eyes. It was a late night, the night you broke up, he’d
come home from work and you could tell something was wrong before he walked
through the door.
You could feel it in my
You’d been waiting in silence at
the kitchen table, your eyes trained on the clock directly across from you. The
moment he walked in he kept his eyes from you, his body tense when he hears you
get up from the kitchen chair. Your hands rest along the table top and sigh
when he reaches for one of the clean wine glasses on the counter. Without
speaking a word, he grabs the bourbon and pours it into the glass, his eyes
fixated on it.
He barely spoke to you anymore.
Instead he acted as if you didn’t exist. As if you weren’t worth consideration.
Even when you got up and cleared your throat he still pretended that you didn’t
You’d said after several moments of
silence. Your eyes watched him closely before daring to take a step forward.
Your feet are quiet, but the moment your hand reaches out to touch his he pulls
back. His brown eyes move to yours as a look of frustration crosses his
His stare was cold.
“… We need to talk.”
You find yourself pleading, begging
as he his head shook in protest. Without speaking you knew what he wanted to
say next. You knew that he was going to push you away, but you didn’t expect
what he was going to say next. A string of sentences that ended it all.
“We don’t need to talk…”
He started before taking a swig of
“… You need to get out of my life.
Because I’m done pretending to love you. I’m done pretending that we still have
anything worth keeping us together.”