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Sparkly tea-lights!
All you need is a wax warmer, some plain tea-lights and glitter.

1) Slid wax out of metal base, cut wax - saving the wick and base!
2) Melt color of choice (I use leftovers from other candles)
3) Pour a thin layer - add glitter.
4) Add wick!
5) Repeat pouring and glittering process until close to top. For final layer add a bunch of glitter because glitter ✨

Additionally, charge with intent if desired.
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Boardwalk Empire + favorite villain // Giuseppe ‘Gyp’ Rosetti

Nothing’s personal? What the fuck’s life, if it’s not personal?!

(requested by @meyerlansky)

Make You Mine

I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately… 

Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3

You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.

“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.

Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”

You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into the police station.

You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might be.

“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,” he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.

“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here, too.”

You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice, aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes at him, the threat behind them clear.

“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door, flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to follow him.

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Below the cut, you’ll find 100 gifs of Jessica Parker Kennedy as Melissa Glaser in The Secret Circle.  All GIFs were made by me - do not claim them as your own.  Please do not include these GIFs in GIF hunts or other GIF packs, but feel free to like or reblog this post and use the gifs for roleplaying purposes.  GIFs are 245x160.

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HAPPY BELATED TO MY BB NASHI

prompt was ‘sterek with de-aged pack climbing all over them’ and i went with S2 weres because i miss them dearly

also taking photos of evidence is a perfectly logical thing to do when faced with derek hale and babies ok:’)

sorry for the lateness and art fail;; i hope this is alright;-; ily<333

Peter Pan Imagine/Memories

“So like before the group comes to save Henry Peter and the reader were in a relationship and when they got back to story Brooke, they erased the readers memory of Peter and hook is like her guardian now? And maybe like someone slips something and the reader is all confused because she realizes her memory was erased and stuff like that? IDK. It feels crazy writing it down, and in my head it totally made sense. Maybe if you can write something off of that, that would be amazing but if it’s too hard to follow I TOTALLY GET IT THANK YOU THOUGH “

Warnings: Cursing,fluff,memory loss,memory gaining, btw I kinda switched it up a bit but hope you still enjoy


You and peter were the perfect couple, you loved him dearly, and he loved you, even though he may not have always showed it, he did. That’s why when you got your memory taken away, it turned his life upside down.

Peter’s Point Of View

It all started out as just a regular day, I wake up and look at her, then kiss her on the forehead. I then rub her head and run my fingers through her hair, wishing it could be like this forever, but being king of the island, I have duty’s to attend to, lost boys to feed, and a island to run.

I get up slowly to make sure I don’t disturb her, and then on my way to the kitchen to make some breakfast, as I make breakfast , my best friend Felix greets me, we talk about everything, nothing, and the important things, he is my go to when I have problems , if I can’t explain something to Y/n, I always go to him, he is my most trust worthy, respected, and funniest lost boy, and for that I am forever grateful.

After making food Felix rings the bell and everybody wakes up, slowly but surely, I go into my cabin to check if Y/n is wake, she isn’t, no surprise.

“Baby, you gotta wake up now.” I say softly

“Mmmmm” She moans and rolls over to avoid eye contact

I laugh and get on the bed and rub her back “You gotta get up or the food will get cold, you don’t want that do you?” I asked

She puts the pillow over her head and blocks out whatever I have to say

“Oh that’s how it’s gonna be?” I jump on her and start to tickle her, she couldn’t keep it in and starts to laugh, hysterically, I loved these times with her, but they wouldn’t last.

Regular Point Of View 

As the days go by, you realize Peter became more distant, less loving, less caring, and it wasn’t your imagination, and it sucked , because you loved him, you would damn near die for him, this , this was when the arguments started.

“I can’t keep doing this Peter!” you yelled at him

“Excuse me ? Do what? You don’t do shit.” he says 

“I take care of YOUR lost boys Peter! And let me tell you they are very hard to take care of.” you fold your arms

“Nobody ask you to.” he turns away from you

“No , no they don’t but I do a damn good job don’t I?” you say

Peter just stays silent , not knowing what to say

“You’re lucky you have me, without me , Neverland would be nothing.” As soon as you said that you instantly regretted it.

“You should probably keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.” he said sternly

“Or what?” you said with the most sass you could give.

“Do you want to get banished?!” he yells

“Maybe I do!” You yell at him

“Fine then pack your shit.” he walks out the cabin, and that was the last time you seen him , until , well …

You see you lived with Hook, in StoryBrooke, he was your guardian, everything was good, until he started to date this Swan princess, she and her son, and the group were always in your and Hook’s way, at least that’s what you thought, but Hook really loved Swan, and it kinda annoyed you, Hook was like your big brother, and the only one you could talk to, with that , Emma was always with him, so that meant less time with you.

Well, Emma and the gang were getting annoyed of you to, they wanted to like you, but you lived with Peter for 2 years, your sass was uncontrollable, so Emma and Regina made a potion, a potion to erase your memory, the good, the bad, all of it, they regretted it the second they did it, but they had no idea hot to get your memory back.

It was like you were a totally different person, you were sweet, gentle, and kind, there was no sass in your blood, you might as well have been called the princess of StoryBrooke, you were so kind to everyone and they all loved you, they kept saying you were a “whole new person” but you always brushed it off, thinking it probably meant nothing. When it meant everything.

 One day Henry was caught, and you were kinda sad, Henry and you became super close, since you got your memory erased, you thought of Henry as your little brother, so you were very worried and sad that he was taken.

“We have to find him!” you say

“Well will don’t worry.” Hook says 

********

Finding out he was in Neverland you were a little taken back, you didn’t know why, but you had a bad feeling about this.

Stepping unto Neverland’s ground, the smells, the taste of the wind, it all seemed so familiar yet so unrecognizable, it confused you, but you let it slide, you were trying to pay attention to any clue’s on where your little brother could be.

“What if we never find him?” you start to loose hope

“We will, don’t think that way Y/n.” David says

You nod, and just keep walking close to the group

You then all smell smoke

“Fire!” Emma says with a smile

“Someone could be close, it might be Henry!” you say jumping up and down with joy

You all get pumped up and start to walk to the campsite, once you see Henry, you smile, he isn’t in a cage, he is sitting with a teenage boy, who looks your age, and maybe a little cute? You shake your head and run towards him

“Henry!” you yell as you squeeze him “Ohh how I missed you!” you scream

Peter just looks at you, he is in shock. He looks like he just seen a ghost, like you were dead, it was like seeing you for the first time all over again.

You look at him, and put your hair behind your ears, he notices, that’s something you always do when you’re nervous.

“Well.” he says as he folds his arms

“Well what?” you asked

Emma and the group walk over to you and Henry and Peter is still staring at you

“Uh, Peter.” Felix says

“You’re Peter?” you ask

Peter shakes his head, you should know who he is, he was your boyfriend for 2 years.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked

“Give us Henry and we will leave, how about that?” you asked nicely

“Oh Henry isn’t going anywhere.” Peter smirks “Neither are you.” 

“What?” you asked

“Y/n stop , are you going to apologize to me or what?” Peter asked

“For what?” you asked more confused 

“For our argument!” he says annoyed already

“What argument?” you said confused

“The argument we had before you left this bloody island without my permission.” he said with a stern look “You know nobody leaves this island without my permission, but yet, you still chose to disobey. Typical.”  he makes full eye contact with you

“I have no idea what you’re talking about..” you back away slowly

“You’re joking right?” he crosses his arms

“I never met you Peter Pan, this is my first time being on Neverland.” you say a little scared

“What the fuck…” Peter whispers

“I-I’m not crazy right?” Peter asked Felix

“No we all know you Y/n , you were Peter’s girl for 2 years.” he said

And all the lost boys nodded and agreed

“This is just some prank you guys are playing to scare me.” you say

“Why would we play pranks on something so serious ?” Peter asked

You look around and everything became dizzy, you start to panic and all you could do , was black out.

********

Peter kept you on Neverland , while Hook and the rest of the gang went back to Story Brooke, Peter insisted on keeping you, and basically he traded Henry for you. They accepted.

Knowing you would be freaked out Peter made your own private cabin, so that when you woke up, you would have time to react on your own, be ready to come out on your own.

You wake up and to your notice it wasn’t in StoryBrooke, it was in a cabin, a nice one, but it wasn’t yours, or was it? It was all so confusing.

You get up and go to the bathroom, you felt dirty but taking a shower was a no for you because you still didn’t know where you were, and you wanted to be smart about this.

You step out and Peter look’s at you, he signals Felix to go rush off with the lost boys, he wanted to talk to you alone.

“Why am I here?” you asked

“Because, you belong here.” he simply said

“No I don’t,” your voice started to crack “I belong in Story Brooke with my family.” you said 

“You really don’t remember do you ?” Peter shook his head “Look, I don’t know how or why, but your memory was erased, you were MY lost girl, my love, my baby girl, my everything.” he said 

“I was never-” you started but Peter caught you off with a kiss and you pushed him away from you as soon as he did

“What the hell?” You yelled

“I’m-I’m sorry I thought you’d remember if I-”

“If you kissed me? Peter I don’t even know you, what makes you think kissing me was your best option right now?”

“Because I fucking miss you.” he said , he looked stressed, his hands running through his hair, the other hand on his hip, his tongue licking his lips, he clearly knew you, but you, didn’t know him.

“I’m sorry, but I just really want to go home, where my family is, please.” you looked him in the eyes, and he nodded.

“If that’s what you want love.” he said

********

You were sent to Story Brooke and everything was normal, you lived with Hook, and the other group, Henry was your little side kick again, and it all seemed normal.

One day after school you got extremely bored, and decided to go into Rumple’s shop, he was telling you about different potions, and you found a memory one,

“This one will make you remember everything, but forget nothing, the bed, and the good. You won’t be able to erase a memory if you tried.” he said 

“I want it.” you said

“As you wish.” he said

Nothing happen and you got a little sad

“Why isn’t anything happening?” you asked

“All magic just doesn’t happen , it takes time.” he smiles

You nod,, about two days went by and nothing, you were about to give up , you started to do your homework, doing math, same old , it was boring.

Then all of a sudden it was like a huge deja vu, you remeber, you remember Peter, the lost boys, the mermaids, you remember it all, you fall of your bed and make a big thump, with the Hook comes up running up the stairs

“Are you okay?” as he opens your door

“I remember!” you yell , almost crying

“Remember what?” he asked

“Peter, the lost boys-”

“Wait you actually know them?” he asked

“I lived with them, I dated Peter, I don’t know them , I am them I am a lost boy.” you say

You hug him and tell him you love him, you do the same with Henry, promising to get in contact with them both as soon as possible,

You then head to Neverland, remembering how to get to Neverland, and taking all the shortcuts to the campsites you were ecstatic to see Peter.

“PETER!” you yell 

He turns around see’s you “Yn what are you-”

You jump into his arms and he catches you, you kiss his lips and he just holds you , never wanting to let go.

“I remember now Peter.” you say as you smile

“Good, because I miss you my lost girl.” he said as he smiled

“I miss you too Peter.” you kissed him once more.

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Woof, Baby!

Nota Bene: If You Want Six Pack Abs, It Begins With Your Diet: Cut Out Entirely Or Cut Down On Alcohol Consumption, Refined Sugars, White Flour, Junk Food And Processed Meats.

anyone else noticed the trend here on tumblr of worshipping certain famous women for like a couple months and there being serious hype for them and then like a month later everyone’s ripping into them and talking about how much they hate them

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As much as I love Instagram and blogging and social media in general, I still have great appreciation for more old school ways of documenting things. The process of writing something down on actual paper and taping photos into a journal is os satisfying, and when you actually fill up that book and finish it, the gratification you feel is even greater. That’s why I carry my black moleskin journal with me everywhere, along with a little pack of fine tip markers, tape and my polaroid. Whether I’m downtown Toronto at a cafe or on a beach in Cannes, I want to be able to snap a quick photo, save any receipts, flyers or other items and write about it right away. So far I have finished one book and am halfway through another, but someday I hope to have a library filled with black moleskins that document every moment of my life.

Since most of my journal pages are about my travels, I decided it be fitting to share some photos of them on here. I’ll shut up now and let the photos do the talking since, you know, they’re worth 1000 words and all.

His Human Mate - Part 4

So Frigga’s alive, and Odin’s a dick. I hope you guys like it! Send me any ideas that you have for continuing the story!

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It has been almost a year since you had been abducted by HYDRA and your courting with Loki was coming to an end. As per tradition, on the anniversary of your courting you are supposed to meet Loki’s father, well adopted father, and ask for him to bless your mating. This means that you have to go to Asgard, and of course Tony refuses to let you go alone.

“I don’t need you there, Tony! It’s a meeting between four people, and you aren’t one of them!”

Tony lets out a growl, “I won’t let you go through interdimensional travel with just Loki! Several of the Avengers are going. Thor promised to give us a tour of Asgard when you’re in your meeting”

Huffing you throw your hands into the air, “Fucking wolf, fucking team”

“Fine, you can come, as long as you don’t cause any problems, and you don’t embarrass me in front of my future in-laws.”

Tony grumbles, “Still don’t understand why you had to fall for a blood-sucker. Could have had anyone else, but you gotta choose the one guy with bigger daddy issues than me”

“I love him, Tones. I love him a lot, and I love the fact that you two get along, but he’s had time to get used to your humor. Odin is already an asshole, and he hates the fact that I’m human and my brother’s a wolf. According to Thor, Odin has been pushing women onto Loki every time the two go back to Asgard, and you’ve seen Sif, they have to be gorgeous, and Odin’s pissed that he keeps rejecting them.”

Another growl leaves Tony, “You really don’t need his approval, you can just get mated with Steve’s approval, he’s the pack leader. You don’t need to go begging to Odin”

You rub your face and sigh, “I already have Steve’s approval. Loki’s still a Prince, and the prince needs the kings’ approval to mate according to Asgardian tradition.”

Tony walks over to you and pulls you into a hug, “He’ll love you once he meets you. When he see’s how much Loki and you love each other, he won’t have any choice but to bless your mating, or risk losing his son again”

You sniffle and cling to your bother, “I’m so scared, Tony. What is they hate me? What if Loki realizes that I’m not worth it? What if Odin refused to let us be together?!”

“Now you listen to me, you are a Stark, and Starks are as strong as iron, remember?”

You straighten you back and wipe away your tears, “Starks always fight for what they want”

“That’s right, Y/N. So, are you just gonna let Odin rule your life, or are you gonna fight for Reindeer Games?”

You roll your eyes and give Tony a playful shove, “You’re such an asshole!”

“But I got you to smile!”

Rolling your eyes you throw a pillow at Tony, “Go away so I can finish packing”

“Fine! Fine! But we leave in an hour, so be ready by then”

“I will!!”

When you finally walk out of Heimdall’s dome, because everyone but Thor and Loki ended up almost getting sick, you are speechless. You quickly head to the group of horses and one of the guards standing there helps you up.

“It’s beautiful here!”

Loki chuckles and gets up on his black horse, which is, conveniently, right next to yours, “I suppose Asgard has its beauty, if you like gold, that is”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, admiring how regal he looks in his armor and on his mount, “I actually prefer silver, but gold does have its beauty”

Thor’s booming laugh sounds behind you, “She truly is the perfect match for you, brother! Now come my friends, Mother and Father are awaiting our arrival”

“Don’t go too fast, Thor. Some people haven’t ridden horses as much as you have” Steve calls out.

You just smirk and lock eyes with both Loki and Tony, “Race you!”

With a final laugh, you spur your horse on. You can hear Tony and Loki take off after you. It feels like you’re flying, somehow Asgardian horses are faster than the horse you’re used to. You let out an indignant shout when Loki’s horse passes yours and he beats you to the finish line.

Loki laughs when he catches you pouting over your loss, “Come on, dove. You put up a valiant fight, however my steed is the fastest in Asgard, there was no way you were going to beat me” He brings himself closer and pulls you into a gentle kiss.

The others catch up after a few minutes and you three rejoin the group to head to the castle. “Thor said that we’ll drop you and Loki off in the throne room, and he’ll give us a tour until you get out”

“Alright, Stevie. You know that you didn’t have to come, right? I hate to pull you away from everyone else for so long”

Steve chuckles, “I’m your pack leader, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I won’t let one of my pack members go through this alone.”

“I really appreciate that”

Loki draws up beside you, “We’re here, dove. We’ll leave the horse with the stable hands. Mother and Odin are waiting for our arrival.”

You quickly dismount and hand over the reins. “Are you nervous, babe?”

“I believe that mother will love you. All she has ever wanted is mine and Thor’s happiness. It is Odin who has always wanted to arrange a marriage with one of the other worlds.”

“Well, maybe we can convince Odin that I’m good for you. We can say something about my influence on you, how I make you less crazy”

He chuckles and pulls you close, “I’d go insane without you, dove”

“I know, my prince, I know”

Walking into the great hall and up to Odin’s throne is probably one of the most terrifying thing that you have ever done.

“Don’t be afraid, love” Loki whispers

You smirk, “Don’t lose your temper “

He lets out a low chuckle and takes you hand, “I’ll do my best”

Once the two of you are finally in front of the throne, you curtsy and Loki dips his head in a slight bow. The woman stands up, gracefully descending the stairs, “My son, it is good to see you healthy”

“Hello mother” Loki’s eyes widen when she pulls him into a hug and you try to stifle your laughter, “I’d like to introduce you to my intended, Y/N. She is a warrior of Midgard and …”

“She is a human.” Odin’s voice booms out, echoing.

This time you speak up, “Yes I am “

Loki clears his throat, “I have come, as tradition dictates, to ask for you to bless our mating”

Odin sneers, “You expect me to allow one of the two princes of Asgard to become life-mates with a Midgardian female?”

“Husband …”

“No, Frigga. She is nothing but a blip on his timeline, nothing but a Midgardian whore intent on gaining access to Loki’s riches. Loki, the insane prince, there is no reason for her to want him other than to get his riches. No one would want a failure as their life mate for any other reason”

“You pompous asshole!”

Loki and Odin both snap their heads toward you, “Y/N don’t …”

“No, Loki. I will not be talked about and insulted when I am standing right here. I understand that he is concerned about my intentions toward you, I mean what parent isn’t? But seriously? A Midgardian whore? Listen Odin, Mr. All-Father, Mr. High and mighty, I don’t really care what you think about me, I don’t need your approval. I already have the approval of my pack leader and that’s all I need. I am here to satisfy your traditions. And you really think that you can just insult my mate and not have anyone say anything?” You scoff, “You really are the complete asshole that I thought you would be!”

“Y/N, dove, please …”

“Loki, darling, I don’t need his approval. I’m not from this world. I came here for you, but I won’t let him insult you. As you said, I’m a warrior, and I’ll protect you from any kind of threat, even a verbal one”

You turn defiant eyes back to Odin, whose entire face had gone red. “Throw her in the dungeon, in Loki’s cell”

Loki lets out a shout, but the guards are already dragging you away. “Locking me up won’t make you feel better!” You scream

“Odin!!” Frigga shouts, “Stop this madness, this instant! She is a warrior of Midgard, they will not stand for this! You will start another war!!”

“Put. Her. In. The. Dungeon. I am king, Frigga, and you will not challenge me” Odin snarls

You wriggle and snarl the entire way to the dungeon, getting a variety of bruises and cuts for your effort. “Let go of me! My pack will come for me!”

The guard chuckles and throws you onto a square platform, “Let them come. They will join you in your cell.”

Snarling again you lunge forward, but are stopped when a shimmering shield blocks your path. The guards laugh at your rage, and walk away. Limping to the back corner of the room you curl up in a tight ball, hoping that your friends will be able to get you out. Tony always said that your big mouth would get you locked up, it turns out he was right.

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Part 5 … ?

“You better come home to me”- Widowtracer

Lena sighed and looked up at the bedroom ceiling, her eyes adjusting to the pitch black darkness of the small room. Beside her Widow slept soundly for the first time in months. Now it was her turn to toss and turn all night. She rolled over onto her side, reaching out with her hand for the wrinkled envelope that held the letter. She pulled the neatly folded paper out for the millionth time that night and strained to read the print.

You are to report to the airport at 0900 for your flight. Please pack your field uniform and training clothes.

She glanced again at Widow, the darkness hiding the grimace on her face. She couldn’t leave her but she also had to follow orders. “I’m sure it will only be a few months…” She whispered aloud, breaking the silence of the room. She returned the letter to its envelope, placing it on her nightstand before she forced herself to sleep.

Widow woke up early the next morning with a stifled yawn as she sat up slowly. The mattress groaning with her every movement. She took a quick glance to side and saw Lena wrapped tightly around the covers, a pillow clutched to her chest. She forced herself to leave the warm comforts of the bed. She needed her morning coffee like a plant needed water.

Before she left the room she took a backwards glance over her shoulder once again. This time she noticed the wrinkled half opened envelope with a piece of paper sticking out ever so slightly. Curiosity overwhelmed her senses and without a second thought she walked carefully over to Lena’s side of the bed. She quickly took the envelope and left, letting Lena continue her sleep.

As the coffee maker warmed up she pulled the letter out fully, unfolding it carefully and leaning over the counter to get a better lighting.

She blinked at the formality of the letters greeting and with every sentence more and more dread piled on. “She’s being called back into service?” She exclaimed in a trembling voice. She pushed the letter away from her and walked around the counter, her hands trembling as they grasped the rubber handle of the coffeepot.

As she poured her third cup of coffee she heard the sounds of shuffling feet and Lena whispering something over and over again in rising pitch. She remained silent as she sipped her almost cooled coffee. She heard the bedroom door creak open and the shuffle of sock covered feet on hardwood floors.

“You’re already up?”, was all Lena said as she entered their small living room/kitchen space. She didn’t seem to take notice of the letter on the counter and Widow’s still trembling hands. “How many cups did you have? You shouldn’t have too much. Bad for your health I hear” Lena continued, starting her usual morning banter.

“Three” Widow replied without missing a beat as she watched the girl’s casual movements.

“Okay that’s too much. I don’t want you getting sick from having too much of that” She warned her, her sleep laden voice laced with hints

of concern.

“Cherie” She began, she needed to hear this from Lena, to make sure it’s true.

“Yes?”

“I read your letter. Y-You are going into service again?” She tried not to sound so pathetic, so weak, but the emotion slipped in like a snake. Lena’s posture stiffened immediately, her eyes flashing quickly with the dim light of panic.

“You read the letter?” She struggled to keep her voice calm, this was not at all how she wanted to tell her.

Widow nodded and took another sip, her gaze not leaving Lena’s face. “When do you leave? How long?” Her voice now solemn as usual.

“I leave today. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but it won’t be too long.”

She set the mug down carefully before covering the distance between her and Lena in a few strides. “Why didn’t you tell me the day you got it?” She pressed on.

“You finally started sleeping normally! I didn’t want you up all night worrying about a few words on paper” Lena replied, her eyes meeting hers.

“So, it’s okay for me to find out not through you but through the very letter ordering your presence?”

Lena’s flinch was not noticeable as she heard the cold feelings behind the simple statement. “I was going to tell you!” She insisted, trying to defend her reasoning.

“When? When you were packing? When you were going to leave?” She growled.

“When you woke up!”

“Connerie” She snapped.

“I have no idea what you just said but I have a feeling it wasn’t nice” Lena huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Just go” Widow waved her away, turning back towards her now cold cup of coffee.

“Fine! I’ll go pack and then I’ll be out of your hair for a while!” Lena shouted, storming off towards their bedroom.

Widow flinched when she heard the door slam as she reached for the mug. She took a sip and recoiled slightly. It was cold as ice now. With a simple twist of her wrist she poured the last few drops of the brown liquid. She stayed silent as she listened to the sounds of clothes being pulled from  hangers, drawers being opened then closed and finally the crunching noise of a zipper being quickly fastened.

Lena, now dressed properly for her flight, stepped out of the bedroom. Her eyes were practically glued to her sock clad feet as she practically jogged to the carpet where their shoes sat.

“Did you pack a comb?” Widow finally asked as Lena laced her traveling shoes. “Extra laces?”

Lena looked up, surprised to hear Widow speak first after their argument. “Yes. Anything else I might have forgotten?” She asked as she stood.

“You should probably pack something to read along the way” Widow suggested, not looking behind her.

“Mind if I borrow one of your shirts as a nightshirt?” Lena cautiously asked, her voice slow.

“Go ahead. I won’t be able to see you for a while anyways” Widow mumbled, her eyes now fixed on her knuckles.

“Good cause I already packed one”

Widow emitted a soft laugh at this. She was too predictable. “Listen, Lena I need you to promise something”

“Sure!” Lena was right behind her now, Widow could practically feel her.

“You better come home to me or so help me I’ll kill you for breaking this promise” Widow turned around, her tone fierce.

Lena blinked as she saw the fear that Widow had been hiding all along. “I’ll come home…” She whispered as she threw her arms around Widow tightly in a loving embrace.

Widow returned the embrace in turn. Memories flooding back to Lena leaving for her Slipstream flight. Back when Amelie was still a part of Widowmaker.

“It’s just a test flight! I’ll be home for supper!”

When they parted from the embrace Widow took Lena’s cheeks gently in her hands and lifted her lips to hers. The kiss was sweet, gentle and passionate.

“You taste like coffee” Lena whispered in a small voice when she pulled away from the kiss.

“I probably do” Widow smiled, “I think you have to go now… Don’t want you missing your flight now do we?” Her voice was thick with tears as the words left her mouth.

Lena blinked and nodded, suddenly remembering the flight. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back in time for our wedding” She winked at her as she grabbed the olive green duffle bag beside her. With a final kiss Lena was out the door, running down the halls to the elevator with Widow watching her.

“You better come home to me” She whispered again.