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Sirius was a brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger.


favorite mark stages from 2014-17

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‘He is a sprite, ill-defined and impish and funny. […] It’s this combination of bagginess and dexterity, of chaos and precision, that makes him an irresistible actor to watch when director and script capture his spirit, and a slightly distracting one when they don’t. […] As he says: “It’s not necessarily choice. You do what you’re offered.” Yes. but you’re also offered what you do.’ – Simon Fanshawe on Rupert Graves, Sunday Times, 4 Feb 1996

A Very Happy 54th Birthday to Rupert Graves, 30 June 2017!

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No.5 for Nessian☺

“hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that makes them break the kiss with a gasp”

AN: A little b-day gift for my friend @highfaenesta 💕

(you’re going to get more presents, babe, I just need to get out of this writing funk I’ve been in lately)

Post ACOWAR; established nessian. It’s Nesta’s birthday and Cassian has been strangely MIA.

It’s been 12 hours since Cassian locked himself in their bedroom and Nesta still has no idea why.

It’s bugging her to not know. Especially since she was unceremoniously kicked out of their bed last night and had to resign herself to sleeping on the settee for no apparent reason other than Cassian possibly losing his mind.

While her knowledge of Fae traditions might still be a tad vague, Nesta’s pretty sure it’s no way to treat a lady on the eve of her birthday. By now, Cassian has learned not to make a fuss out of any special occasions - spotlight is not something she feels comfortable under. She did expect to be treated to a birthday breakfast though - Cassian’s pancakes taste like no one else’s, with fluffy texture melting on her tongue in an explosion of flavours.

And it has become somewhat of a birthday tradition - one that, Nesta feels, should not be abandoned under any circumstances.

But as her stubborn bat insisted on staying locked in the bedroom and tightlipped about his reasons for the duration of the morning, with Nesta growing more hungry and even more grumpy, she knew some tough choices needed to be made.

She’s decided to cook the breakfast herself.

After all, she’s watched Cassian making pancakes many times.

How hard can it be?

Half an hour later, Cassian emerges from the bedroom.

Nesta’s not sure whether he finally finished whatever he was doing there or if it’s the smoke and smell of burned batter spreading through the house that lured him out.

“Sweetheart!” There’s a slight quiver in Cassian’s voice as he blasts through the kitchen door and stops in his tracks, curiously taking in the state of the room. “Did you try cooking again? It smells funny in here.”

“I - “

“Never mind,” he cuts in before she has a chance to respond, “would you kindly accompany me to our bedroom?” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he bows before her, extending his hand for her.

For a second, Nesta ponders whether she should just go with it or push for an explanation. In the end, curiosity wins and she takes Cassian’s hand, twining her fingers with his. “I hope it’s not some cheap shot at seduction. Sweetheart.” Her dry tone only makes his smile wider.

“Come on, Nes, we both know you like all my cheap tricks.”

“I do not - “ The words get stuck in her throat as they reach the bedroom.

She almost doesn’t recognize the room. All her books are neatly stacked in the middle, instead of being piling up on whatever flat surface is available. And the walls -

The whole two walls are covered in beautifully carved shelves made of dark crimson wood. They look amazing - arranged with precision and visible but not overwhelming.

Well…overwhelming but in the best way. Nesta imagines them filled with books and the image is breathtaking.

“Do you like it?” Cassian’s whisper brushes her ear.

As she turns to him, she’s surprised to see a shadow of uncertainty in his eyes. The urge to soothe his doubt is like a burning need inside of her.

She has never received a more considerate gift.

Standing on her tiptoes, she leans into her crook of his neck and whispers back, “I love it.”

As Cassian lets out a small sigh of relief, she seals her mouth over his. Dragging her hands down the path of his spine, she reaches the hem of his shirt and slips them underneath, desperate to feel more of his skin. Her lips brush against his, exploring, searching, caressing; bit by little bit. Nesta sets a leisurely pace, with her tongue slowly slipping inside Cassian’s mouth while her hands draw tender circles on his lower back.

It feels like her body swells with emotion and she trying to put as much of it as she can into the kiss. To convey with action what she could never possibly tell Cassian with her words.

I love it.

You make me smile even when it’s not easy.

You know me.

I. Love. You.

It’s getting breathless and frantic, the way their lips move, while Nesta’s hands trail over Cassian’s skin. Rubbing and stroking, she relishes in the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips.

Cassian molds his body closer against her, his scent that invades her nostrils making her dizzy with need. Her touch becomes more firm as she presses her fingers into that one soft spot on his lower back, which makes him moan into her mouth.

Hungry for more, she does it again and this time, Cassian groans out loud, breaking the kiss.

Their breath mingles as they stand flash against one another. A smile spreads over Nesta’s face when Cassian playfully nudges her nose with his.

Who knew - this birthday might turn out amazing after all.

She’s still going to make Cassian cook her those pancakes though.


just some of jinyoung’s many savage moments

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