how did i never know there was more to this special than the bath battle

The Parallels of Zutara and Kallura

Ever since the second season of Voltron: Legendary Defender has come out, Kallura—Keith x Allura—has caused… quite the controversy, to say the least. Some have embraced the pairing, while others have rejected it. Nonetheless, there seems to be a consensus that the pair mirrors another from Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko x Katara, otherwise known as Zutara. The question is to what degree, and is the mirroring profound or shallow?

In this meta, I’ll explore the parallels between ATLA’s Zutara and VLD’s Kallura.


Note that while I ship these pairs, I will be looking at their relationships in an objective manner. How one decides to interpret these relationships, whether it be romantic or platonic, is up to that person. This meta isn’t meant to cause shipping discourse or convince anyone to ship anything. It’s only meant to evaluate the similarities between Zutara and Kallura.

Also note, spoilers for both shows will be discussed under the cut.


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You Look At Me Differently-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader Part 1

(A/N: And yet another fandom to add to the list 😄. This is just going to be a two part imagine.)


Summary: (Y/N) is a princess who saw her kingdom be destroyed at a very young age. Her father decided that she would be safe growing up with their allies in Kattegat alongside the young princes. Now much older, they face the responsibilities of adulthood, including marriage.

Characters: Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, Ragnarsson’s x Reader (platonic), Aslaug Sigurdsdottir x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Swearing


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“Ivar, just ignore your brother.” I scolded for the millionth time that day.

As usual Sigurd and Ivar were at each other’s throats, not literally this time, and it was I who always had to calm them down.

“Yes Ivar, listen to (Y/N). You always do what she says.” Sigurd teased.

“You as well Sigurd! Both of you just shut up and get on with your training.”

They stared each other down before going their separate ways; Ivar practicing his axe throwing as Sigurd battled with his other brother Hvitserk. Sighing, I picked up my recently forgotten bow, wanting to return to my own training.

“You’ve always been able to settle their arguments. You’ll have to teach me your ways.” I heard Ubbe say, turning to face him.

I had grown up very closely to these boys. My kingdom was attacked, almost destroyed when I was very young, my father deciding that it would be in my best interests to grow up somewhere that was not in ruins. Our neighbouring village was Kattegat, a very strong, noble and popular place. We were good friends with them so it was no surprise that they took me in. Father attended to his own kingdom, trying to fix all of the problems whilst I led a happy life here. He would come visit me whenever he could, never forgetting me. Aslaug became the mother I never had, treating me as her own though always reminding me that the boys were never my brothers, a strange thing to keep in enforcing, even to this day.

“Must be the charm of a woman.” I giggled as I approached him.

“Must be.” he smirked, pulling on the string of his bow.

I watched as he released the arrow, flying straight into the dead deer’s eye. Ubbe and I had always been close, perhaps because we were near each other in age and were more responsible overthis brothers. I was glad that I didn’t have to look at him as a brother; all of the boys had grown to be handsome men but Ubbe was special to me. Although I missed my home I could never imagine myself living anywhere else besides Kattegat.

“Did you hear what mother said this morning?” Hvitserk asked as he and Sigurd took a break from training.

Everyone shook their heads.

“She wants us all at dinner tonight, says that she has an important announcement.”

“Do you know what it is?” Ivar questioned, casually twirling the ace in his hand.

“If it was so important she could have told us earlier.” Ubbe suddenly snapped.

I was surprised by his tone of voice.“What’s wrong with you?”

Sigurd chuckled.“He’s got a scheduled fucking with his woman tonight.”

“Sneaking off again Ubbe?” Hvitserk smirked.

“Woman? What woman?” I was confused.

“This woman we are talking about has a name, Magrethe.” Ubbe pointed out.

“She is a slave girl, it does not matter if she has a name or not.” Ivar sneered.

“Well then perhaps I should free her.” Ubbe mocked, preparing his bow again.

Hvitserk sighed comicly.“Well I am sorry brother, Magrethe will have to wait another day.”

The conversation ended there. Jealousy started to encircle my mind. I always knew nothing would happen between us, even though we were taught to never think of each other as blood related, he probably saw me as a sister. The way he spoke about her, his tone of voice, it seemed as if he cared, she wasn’t just a woman he was sleeping with.

I tried to not talk in spite.“You never told me about her.”

Ubbe furrowed his eyebrows.“And why would I tell you?”


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Dinner arrived sooner than expected. I had left training early, claiming that I wanted to start preparing for that night. I had sat in a bath tub for over an hour, letting my fingers wrinkle as I thought about Ubbe fucking a slave girl. He had suggested freeing her, was he serious? He wasn’t in love with her was he? I had never seen this girl before but I bet that she was beautiful and charming. I may have been a princess but that didn’t matter to Ubbe.

After bathing for longer than needs be, my servant helped me to dress and braided my hair. She commented on how quiet I was, not my usual talkative self, though I made up the excuse that I was tired from the training. She didn’t question me further.

Surprisingly I was the second one to arrive to the table. Hvitserk was usually following behind his mother, he loved food too much. Aslaug greeted my with a hug along with a kiss to the cheek, nothing out of the ordinary. We dabbled in small talk, waiting for the others. She seemed overly cheery and I wondered if this has anything to do with this announcement. I remember when Ragnar was here, she was happier than now. Once he abandoned her and his sons, she fell into a depressive state until I came along; maybe I was the change she needed, something to focus on.

Ivar was next to join, Hvitserk and Sigurd a few minutes after. Ubbe was no where to be found and I feared that he was with that slave girl. It must have only been ten or so minutes later that he came, looking flustered with some of his clothing not on properly. It wasn’t hard to guess where he had previously been.

Although everyone was anxious to know what Aslaug has to say, no one questioned her. She was waiting till the end of our dinner, acting normal throughout. We all tried to forget, thinking it was a regular meal. Ubbe was unusually quiet, not participating in any conversation. I saw the way his hair was touseled, some recent love marks peeking out from under his collar. It broke my heart a little. It was when the servants took away our last plates did Aslaug speak up.

“I wanted us all together tonight as I have something very important to say.” she started, grabbing everyone’s attention.“You are all coming to the age where you should either already be married or start to think about it. And sometimes, marriage is not just about binding two hearts together but two kingdoms.”

Where was she going with this?

She was smiling ear to ear.“Which is why (Y/N)’s father and I have decided that she and Ubbe will be married.”

There was complete silence at the table. No one was drinking, moving and it was as if no one was breathing. I didn’t dare look at Ubbe, there was no telling how he would react. My mouth was agape, unsure of how to react. Yes, I thought that I was falling for Ubbe but this was a whole other thing; this was marriage!

“No.” was all I heard from him.

“No? Ubbe you cannot disagree, it is arranged.” his mother argued.

His words were stern.“I will not marry (Y/N), I am in love with someone else.”

That hurt.

“You do not have to love her. Marriage isn’t all about that.” she shrugged.

That hurt too.

“Do neither of us have a say? Are we not allowed to speak for ourselves?”

“Not in this desicion.”

Ubbe leapt to his feet causing the chair to fly back. He stormed out of the room, throwing his cup angrily at the wall. I flinched at this, still in shock. No words were spoken for a couple of minutes until I excused myself. This was too much. It was no surprise to me that Ubbe was in love with another, but hearing those words made it seem all too real. As I picked up my skirts to run away from all this, I spotted two figures embracing in an alleyway. It was obvious who they were, Ubbe and that slave girl, trying to work out what they were going to do. I had been staring for too long as they both noticed me.

She was beautiful. She had long, platinum blonde hair, her face was small and dainty with soft features with a slim figure. If she was dressed in finer clothes you wouldn’t have guessed she was a slave. I couldn’t bare to look any longer, rushing away from them.

It had been hours since Aslaug told us of the engagement. I had fled to the cabin owned by the prince’s just outside of Kattegat, wanting to be away from everyone. My heart had ached and my eyes were aching from the floods of tears spilling out. He didn’t want me, I couldn’t have him. He would rather run away with a slave girl. As I tried to take control over my emotions, the door rattled open, causing me to jump from my seat in front of the fire.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Ubbe stated as he walked in.

I ignored him, sitting back down. I had lost the blanket previously wrapped around me after being startled but before I could pick it up again, Ubbe beat me to it. It was like he had stung me, I tried to not flinch. He sat beside me, pulling his furs closer.

“You did not need to be so harsh with your words.” I mumbled.

“I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. But I had to say them.” he answered, not looking at me.

I scoffed, but caring about manners anymore.“She’s a slave girl that has probably slept with most of the men here. Why do you want her?”

Ubbe whipped his head around to face me.“That is not true! Do not speak of her in that way.”

“I will speak however I want, it’s not like I’ll have a husband anytime soon to keep me in my place.”

Ubbe kept his eyes on me for a moment before looking back at the fire. Reaching over to the table, I took the jug of ale, pouring myself a large cup; I chugged it back, knowing that the memories would come back when dawn broke but for now they could disappear.

“Don’t do that. Please don’t resort to that.” Ubbe quietly begged.

“I want you to leave.” I demanded as I stood.

“This is my cabin. You leave.”

“I am not going back. Not yet, I’ll be humiliated.”

“Is that all you care about? Don’t you want to find someone you love to settle with?”

What an ironic question. How was I supposed to answer that? Ubbe would never accept the proposal, he would either find a way around it or end up running away with the girl. Wait, this was Ubbe, son of Ragnar, he couldn’t leave, he wouldn’t. But there was no doubt that he wouldn’t look at me the way I wanted him to.

“You don’t understand. You’re a man, you won’t have the pitiful stares thrown at you as you walk the streets.”

“People will understand-”

I raised my voice.“Exactly! They’ll see how a slave girl overthrew a princess and think that I am not fit to receive love from someone who has the same ranking as me.”

“I cannot change how I feel.”

“Neither can I Ubbe!” I collapsed onto the bed.“Neither can I.”

“(Y/N), you do not mean…”

I turned on my side so I wouldn’t have to look at him.“Yes Ubbe, I care about you. And not as a sister or a friend, much more than that. I was was stupid to believe that we could be anything.”

I was expecting him to say something, something along the lines of a rejection. Instead I was met with the sound of the door slamming shut again. Ubbe had left, Ubbe was leaving me.

Imagine Obi-Wan finding out that you love him

Originally posted by skywlkzrs

It’s Not Nice to Eavesdrop, Master Jedi - Obi-Wan Kenobi X Female Reader

Written by: @sakuraaeris1497

(Y/F/N) - Your First Name

(Y/L/N) - Your Last Name

(H/C) - Hair Color

(E/C) - Eye Color

(Y/N/N) - Your Nickname

(Y/F/B) - Your Favorite Book

Author’s note: This was another anonymous request made to intergalacticimagines.tumblr.com, but now I am a contributor to their blog as a Star Wars imagine blogger. Therefore, I decided to help them out by writing requests that they couldn’t get to. Please enjoy! 😉😊🙂😍😘


It had been many years since (Y/F/N) had last seen her old best friend, Padmé Naberrie. They were in the same politics class in their childhood until Padmé was elected as Naboo’s Queen, while at the same time, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) became a schoolteacher for politics after the old teacher who taught her and Padmé passed away. And how were these facts known? Well, the two women kept in close contact through messages on their datapads, but these news were also announced all over Naboo for all ears to hear and understand.
During her time as a teacher, (Y/F/N) loved her students and they loved her back, which meant that her life was overall very good. She was well-paid and well-known, and she was also very beautiful, kind, and intelligent. Why would someone not like her?

It just so happened that Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker were coming to offer Padmé protection but also pay her a visit in Naboo. At the same time, (Y/F/N) was also visiting her old friend as she met Padmé outside the gates of the palace. Dressed in her finest frock and high heels, Padmé ran into the arms of her old friend as she grinned from ear to ear, “(Y/N/N)!”

“Mé!” (Y/F/N) replied back with her own hug and smile as she used the nickname she had developed for her best friend. As soon as the two young women had their fill for affection, the elegant dames walked with their elbows linked together as they began to sight-see and talk about all of the things that they had forgot to mention in their frequent messages to each other. Sometimes, the two women would even make each other laugh as they teased each other and slapped each other on the arms playfully before speaking again about other important matters.

After a few minutes of walking through the gardens, Padmé and (Y/F/N) managed to cross paths with two special Jedi as the former monarch approached one of them, Anakin, first. With a hug and a kiss to his cheek, the two star-crossed lovers greeted each other before (Y/F/N) tenderly hugged the younger man, remembering him as the little slave boy during the Battle of Naboo when she herself participated as a starship pilot before becoming an educator on politics. But what made the visit even better was to see Obi-Wan again.

Truth be told, (Y/F/N) had not seen Obi-Wan in ages since they were much younger. He was only a Padawan and she was only a pilot when they first met, but they were both entranced with each other all the same back then. To her, Obi-Wan was the most handsome man she had ever had the pleasure of knowing in all her life and she was still infatuated with him. The way the man’s auburn hair fluttered soft and thick in the breeze or the way his silver-blue eyes twinkled like Northern stars seemed to make (Y/F/N)’s heart pound deeper in her chest as she felt breathless and weightless with love coursing through her veins. Even just grasping and shaking his large hand in greeting again almost made (Y/F/N) slap herself across the cheek to regain her composure as she gave him a grand salutations with her own tender hug.

And after a welcoming supper, the young women decided to turn in for the night as they departed to Padmé’s bedchambers. In the meanwhile, Anakin and Obi-Wan would be standing guard as they offered protection to the former Queen and her special, attractive guest with the heart of gold. Once inside, the two women took turns bathing before they dressed in their nightgowns, pampered themselves with soothing treatments such as self-induced facials and massages, and then sat down on Padmé’s mattress. Lying down on her stomach, (Y/F/N) began to read her and Padmé’s favorite book, (Y/F/B), from off of her datapad. At the same time, Padmé began to detangle the strands of (H/C) that rested delicately against (Y/F/N)’s scalp before she ran one of her hairbrushes through the silky tresses. Then, with nimble fingers as gentle as a dove’s feather, Padmé began to braid small sections of (Y/F/N)’s hair as the young woman continued to read.

After a few minutes of braiding, Padmé started on another section of hair before she asked her best friend, “So, I noticed something during dinner and I was kind of hoping you could help answer a few things for me…”

“What? Did you imagine the hot body under Anakin’s uniform, Queen Amidala?” (Y/F/N) teased while wiggling her eyebrows flirtatiously before Padmé giggled while she narrowed her eyes and teased back, “Ha, ha. Very funny…But seriously, I really did notice something…between you and a special…Jedi Master…”

“What are you going on about? You know how I hate it when you beat around the bush, Mé.” (Y/F/N) asked as she raised her head slightly from her book to look towards Padmé before the brunette smirked with wiggling eyebrows, “You have a little obsession with the Jedi, and I don’t mean Ani…I mean Obi, the bearded hottie.”

“Padmé, shut it!” (Y/F/N) gasped as she placed her index finger over her lips before she shushed her friend in fright, “What if he hears us?”

“Come on, he’s a Jedi. If he hasn’t figured it out by now, then he needs to work on his use on the Force…But honestly, I think it’s cute. You two would make a good couple. With his comedy and your intelligence, you’d be unstoppable.” Padmé admitted honestly with every hint of sincerity in her tone before she clasped her hands together in a prayer position while also puckering the air with her plump, pink lips as she playfully teased her friend further. At the same time, (Y/F/N) decided to play along as she flopped down on the mattress with her back flat against the soft cushioned bedding before she placed one hand over her forehead as if she were about to faint. Then, she feigned the voice of a damsel in distress as she laughed with her hand cupped over her heart, “Oh, what was that, Obi-Wan?…Marry you?! A schoolteacher marry a Jedi?!…Oh, yes, I will marry you, my knight in shining armor!”

“Well, then, come here, baby. Let me give you a kiss.” Padmé suggested with a lowered tone of voice so she would sound just like Obi-Wan before (Y/F/N) gasped playfully, “Oh, what a maverick you are!…Breaking the sacred Jedi code. You would really do that for me?”

“If my Padawan can do it, then I can too, my darling. Besides, I would do anything for you. I’m infatuated with you, so much so that I can’t stop thinking about you.” Padmé replied in her deep voice before she grabbed (Y/F/N)’s chin while she stroked her fingers down the side of her friend’s face and continued playing along in her low tone, “I love the way your hair feels like silk in my fingers, even the way your skin feels so soft that I can’t stop touching you for fear that I’ll never feel such softness again…And your (E/C) eyes just make me not want to turn away…But your lips…Oh, they’re my favorite bodily part, along with any others that I have yet to explore.”

However, before Padmé could even begin to ‘kiss’ (Y/F/N), the latter female pushed her best friend’s lips away by pressing her fingers against the smooth muscles while shaking her head, “We’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we, Master Jedi? If you wanted more than a kiss from me, then you’d need to take me on a date to dinner first.”

“Of course. How shameful of me…I shall do anything you ask, my sweet.” Padmé teased before she cleared her throat. Then, the former Queen of Naboo reverted back to her original tone of voice as she asked, “Just admit it, you like Obi-Wan!”

“Alright, already…I do like him very much…I’ve always liked him since the Battle of Naboo when I was a pilot…But I’m so shy, I wouldn’t know what to say to him.”

“Well, I know that Anakin likes me and I lIke him back, so we’ve dropped some subtle hints to express how we feel about each other…I honestly don’t know how you and Obi-Wan could ever drop subtle hints because it’s so obvious that you two like each other that it’s not even funny…But, if you’d like any help from the lady of love, I’d be willing to offer my assistance.”

“I think we need a dating expert, not a former monarch, to tell me about the language of love.”

“Okay, go ahead and laugh. Maybe if I do get married with children alongside Ani before you, then you’re going to have to start listening to me.”

“Fine, you got yourself a deal.” (Y/F/N) nodded as she shook hands with her best friend before she commanded, “Hop up, your highness. It’s your turn to get your hair done.” With that, Padmé moved from her current seat as she moved into (Y/F/N)’s lap before she made another small jest, “With your hair-dressing skills, I’ll probably look like a Nexu.” That only earned Padmé a slap to her back as (Y/F/N) gave a swift ‘Hey’ with a giggle before the brunette giggled too. The whole rest of the night, the two girls talked about their crushes and how they would tell their men that they loved them if those Jedi didn’t gather their gumption and fess up. After talking until the wee hours of the starry midnight, the two girls bid each other goodnight before they got under their covers and slumbered peacefully.

The next morning, when the two dames were properly dressed and ready to start their day, they departed downstairs, elbows linked together, before they sat down at the table. At the same time, Anakin and Obi-Wan were courteous to the two women as they pushed in the lady’s chairs first before sitting down in their own seats. As they had breakfast with each other, Obi-Wan began to stare more at (Y/F/N) as the young woman blushed while giggling against her palm, as not to spew her breakfast all over the table, before the auburn-haired Jedi giggled too. He was even smiling more while Anakin looked on cluelessly with narrowed baby blues and a scowl on his boyish face, wondering why in the Force his Master seemed more cheerful than normal.

After finishing breakfast, Padmé and (Y/F/N) were about to go for a walk when Obi-Wan requested to escort the latter female, just the two of them. With a reluctant nod and a blush trying to creep onto her cheeks, (Y/F/N) decided to go with Obi-Wan while Padmé teased them from behind, giving her best friend a double thumbs-up with a grin on her face from ear to ear, which only made (Y/F/N) shoo Padmé away with a wave of her hand. Linking elbows with (Y/F/N), Obi-Wan was able to get a whiff of her sweet-smelling perfume as he complimented its scent upon her skin, which made the schoolteacher thank the Jedi for saying such sweet things to her, before he sarcastically suggested, “So, shall we continue with our walk, or should we engage in other activities today…my sweet?”

At once, (Y/F/N) inwardly cursed Padmé for Obi-Wan somehow finding out about her crush on him, even the intimate things that she had told her best friend about him. How the Jedi knew, she didn’t know. But then again, he was a Jedi, so it was no wonder that he found out to quickly. He WAS guarding the door, after all, so he might’ve overheard something if not everything she had said. Regardless, (Y/F/N) couldn’t deny it because she had said it and meant it, every single, solitary word, and he had heard it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be implying anything subtly.

Therefore, (Y/F/N) followed her heart as she looked into Obi-Wan’s eyes with her own (E/C) before she stroked his stubbled cheek with her smooth fingers. Grabbing her hand in his gargantuan one, Obi-Wan accepted the warm gesture before he made another jest, “So…are you going to kiss me or shall I have to take you on a date first?” At once, (Y/F/N) giggled as she kissed Obi-Wan’s lips while she wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. After the two broke away for air, (Y/F/N) shook her head before she answered, “No, sir, you don’t…But, it’s not nice to eavesdrop, Master Jedi.” With a tap of her index finger against his nose, Obi-Wan chuckled low in his Adam’s apple before he admitted, “You never cease to amaze me. No wonder I fell for you the first time.”

“And I with you…Shall we walk?” (Y/F/N) suggested as she linked hands with Obi-Wan while they walked through the palace grounds together. Moments like this were rare for them, but on their miniature ideas of vacations, they seemed to admit their love for each other as their bond grew ever-stronger and ever-present like the living Force. To them, it was so peaceful as they began to lean in for another kiss under the rays of the Sun with the flowers as their only witnesses…

But, it was only a short while later when Anakin found out the truth from Padmé before he raced down the hallways, his lover trailing behind while rolling her eyes and muttering “Oh, dear Force!” Then, the younger man pointed an index finger at his Master and (Y/F/N), eyes wide and mouth gaped open, as he ruined the moment with a shout of, “I knew it!” At once, Padmé slapped her palm over her forehead before (Y/F/N) buried her head in her hands while Anakin smirked at his teacher, arms crossed over his chest and back leaning against a pillar, “So, how does it feel breaking the rules, Master?”

“Bye, Anakin.” Obi-Wan suggested through gritted teeth before Anakin continued on, “Oh, you want me to leave?”

“Yes.”

“Did I ruin the moment?”

“Yes, my Padawan…Bye!” Obi-Wan waved as Padmé grabbed Anakin by the arm and led him away before (Y/F/N) let out a fit of giggles while she admitted, “Well, that was embarrassing.”

“Now that he’s gone. Where were we?” Obi-Wan asked as he pulled his lover in for another kiss as Naboo seemed to grow more beautiful just for them. Hues of pink and red seemed to be ever-present around the two as they kissed a second time on this lovely day. It was one day that they’d never forget for as long as they both lived and they wouldn’t change their lives for the world. They had each other as lover and that was all that mattered now.

Battle Wounds

Originally posted by umbrellas-and-tallymarks

Request - Victor discovers Reader has self-harm scars that she’s ashamed of, he thinks they make her prettier because it adds character. They take turns explaining a few of their cuts.

Pairing - Victor Zsasz X Female Reader

Wordcount - 1,950

Warnings - Mentions of self-harm and abuse


Dating Victor was sometimes difficult due to his extensively dangerous job. Yet the moments you lived for were the moments that Victor dropped his wall and let you in. Victor was awfully charming and kind when he was with you. To everyone else, that was not the case.

As your relationship developed getting stronger and stronger by the day. Everything was going great yet Victor noticed something strange about you. You wouldn’t change in-front of him. You always wore long-sleeved shirts and full-length trousers. When Victor tried to run his hands up your shirt when you were beginning to get heated. At first, Victor assumed you were disgusted by him. Did you not want a murders hands on your bare skin? When you agreed to be Victor’s girlfriend you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. You disproved that Victor’s theory when one morning you walked over to him kissing him passionately, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. Victor knew you were attracted to him. He just wanted to know why you wouldn’t show your arms, legs and torso. At this point, it had gotten past Victor’s lust and desire to touch your bare skin, Victor needed to know what was going on with you, he feared something was seriously wrong with you…

After a particularly long night, Victor returned home via the window to see you in a pair of  long plaid pyjama pants, a black vest top and a long black cardigan. It was clear to Victor that you hadn’t been expecting him home for an awfully long time, Victor had never seen you dressed like this before. Victor liked this look on you a lot. Creeping up behind you, Victor wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck softly.

“Victor, I wasn’t expecting you home until the early hours of the morning.” Victor swayed you both side to side.

“I nearly wasn’t home. The target had more than back up that first thought. Now I’ve got to add eleven to the count tonight.” You nodded as you turned around in Victor’s arms you had missed him, the worry that consumed you while Victor was out was indescribable. Victor pulled from you picking up two glasses and the bottle of bourbon that you kept in the cupboard, taking hold of your hand Victor lead you to the bedroom to get away from everything. He didn’t want to hear the traffic outside of the window, nor the yelling of the couple next door who were having a yet another dispute. Pushing open the bedroom door, Victor was quick to shut the bedroom door and the window, blocking out the world from everything else. Maybe tonight he could finally discover what exactly were you hiding.  


Victor opened up his jacket pulling out his knife before he began to remove his jacket and then his waistcoat before unbuttoning his shirt before throwing it to the side. Victor stood before you in nothing but a pair of slacks and his shoes. Victor walked closer towards you, closing the gap that separated you both from each other.

“Sometimes I wish the world would just stop its constant noise. There would be a moment’s peace where I could just get on with my work without having to deal with people’s stupidity. You know how much I crave these moments where it’s just you and me.” Victor ran his arms up to the arms of your cardigan and you froze before pulling away.

“You have a lot of marks to add tonight, I’m just going to get changed and while I’m doing that I’ll grab the first aid kit.” Victor sighed, he had enough of you hiding away from him. You were his girlfriend, the person he swore to protect and to love. If someone had hurt you he had no problem in redressing right this moment and killing them. He would make a special place for their mark right above his heart.

“What are you hiding from me?  Every time I go to touch you, you back away from me. Your legs, torso and arms are always covered. Except for tonight because you didn’t think I would be home! Have you met someone else? Has somebody hurt you? Or is it because you can’t stand having a murders hand on you?” You shook your head, you run your hands through your hair. Shaking your head you walked away going to grab the first aid kit. You didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Victor was not having you avoid the conversation following right behind you once you were both in the bathroom he slammed the door.

“Answer me! Why do you hate me touching you?”

“It’s not you! I’m not seeing anyone else, how could you think that?” You replied Victor saw the hurt flash within your eyes.

“You never let me touch you, what else am I supposed to think.” You sat on the edge of the bath, rubbing your face. You didn’t want to have this conversation with Victor yet it seemed that Victor wasn’t giving you the opportunity to avoid it.

“I’m ashamed of myself.” You admitted, pushing up the sleeves of your cardigan. On your arms laid the scars from your darkest hours, Victor would surely leave you now upon seeing just some of your marks. Victor squatted down in-front of you.

“Why are you ashamed of scars?” Victor asked running his finger tips over them, Victor couldn’t see the problem with you having scars.

“Because I did them, to myself.” Victor understood what you meant, grabbing the first kit, Victor picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to our bedroom, where we are going to talk” Victor took you into your bedroom placing you down gently. Victor rummaged through the chest of drawers that laid in the corner until he found what he was looking for.

“Here put these on” Victor threw you a pair of shorts, you raised your eyebrow. Victor now understood that you were insecure about your self-harm scars, but Victor wanted to see all of them after all, Victor wasn’t like most people. Understanding your reluctance, Victor undid the button of his pants, pulling them down leaving him in his boxer shorts. You admired how confident how Victor was, he didn’t seem to care that he had scars. You knew that he carved them for a different reason but still. Taking a deep breath, you untied the bow of your pyjama pants, shimming out of your pyjama pants, replacing them with the shorts that Victor had passed you. Victor poured out two large glasses of the bourbon before closing the bedroom door re-creating his paradise. Victor sat down beside you, passing you the glass as you took a large sip of the bourbon feeling it burn your throat. That was the glorious thing about it. Victor wasn’t content with you sitting beside him, as he moved deeper onto the bed resting his head against the headboard, he used his finger to signal you over.

“Do you want to know what happened today?” Victor asked as you crawled deeper onto the bed, Victor wrapped his arms around you before lifting you onto his lap.

“Sure” Victor moved the hair off your face, before removing your cardigan, throwing it onto the floor.

“Penguin called me up, offering me this hit. Told me the money was good, said I would be able to take you somewhere nice with this reward. So I go, anticipating, five men including the guy that Penguin has the hit on. Says he betrayed him. I turn up to his warehouse, it’s perfect, places to hide, the perfect place to gain control quickly. So I show up, hide up on the top balcony there’re not five men. There’s eleven, so then I have to think of the best plan to get rid of the ten somehow managing to leave the hit till last so I can take extra care with him, so Penguin knows I did the job. I take out one goon and the whole place breaks lose. How I didn’t get shot it amazes me. So I take out the ten and I leave the eleven, trust me that took a least three hours because the hit made me take so long I take extra care with him. He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t plead for life, he just takes it. So I send the image to Penguin as I leave there’s only one thing that passes my mind. You. Wondering if you were going to be awake when I returned home, wondering if you were curled up within our sheets safe from the coldness and evil that lurks outside these walls. I felt myself smiling as I wondered how on earth did I find a woman as perfect and beautiful as you that excepts me for who I am and what I do. Yet I’m bewildered to discover that she doesn’t see herself the same way. She’s been petrified for all this time because she thinks I will leave her because of her scars from her past. Well Y/N you’re wrong, I happen to believe that your scars are extremely sexy, in fact I will go above that, your scars make you even more beautiful than any women I have ever seen and I intend to very much show you. But first, I need to keep up my tradition, while you tell me about some of your scars.” Victor took his knife off of the bedside table before looking at where he had left off previously, he could finally have the last tally before starting a new tally.

“Okay, well this small group of scars was after a really horrendous day I was about fifteen and the bullying wouldn’t stop every class I walked into, things seemed to get worse. It was like an avalanche, everything was covering me and I couldn’t get out of it.” Victor looked down at the scars that were nearing towards your elbow he stopped, taking his blood covered hand, taking hold of your arm Victor brought it towards his lips kissing it softly. You leant forward on your legs, allowing Victor to kiss the marks that you had just mentioned.

“The mark I’m cutting right now is for the man who thought it was best to get in my way, I shot him in the head.” You leant back on Victor’s lap.

“The worst was when I returned home, my Mother had spent the day drinking, as soon as I closed the door, she verbally battered me. Never in my entire life had I been called so many cruel names before. I couldn’t take any more, so I did the only thing at the time I knew to relieve all of the pain that I was experiencing, I cut and made sure they were deeper than any I had cut before. All I remember was blackening out and by some miracle I awoke in a hospital.” Victor looked up at you, his eyes said it all.

“Your Mother should have never said those cruel things, never to such a beautiful, intelligent, caring, independent, sophisticated yet devilishly charming woman.” Victor lifted your arm to kiss your wrists repeatedly.

“Unfortunately, my love I’m afraid I’ve gotten blood over you.” You slipped off of Victor’s lap.

“Then I’m going to take a bath, care to join me?” You asked Victor smirked jumping out of bed chasing after you. Victor felt overwhelmed that you were able to open up to him but flattered that you trusted him enough to open up to him. Besides, Victor loved battle wounds….

Not Your Cisco, My Cisco (Take 2)

A/N: I hope I didn’t rush this too much I just needed to write something where Cisco got the girl. It is really long doe. This is a continuation so read dis one first.

Warnings: I think none. Be proud of me for not cursing.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken, @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

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The Hunger Games - Luke imagine

AN: I just finished reading the hunger games for the 50 millionth time and got inspired. I know that district 4 is considered to be part of the career pack but I’m pretending I don’t know that ;)

Words: 2220
Pairing: Luke x reader (ish)
Warnings: No
Requested: No
Written in: 1st person.

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Ereri Fic Recs List Part 2

I’m back with yet more ereri fic recs! Be sure to check these fics out; all of them are awesome!

Title: Street Brat

Author: Monsoon 

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary: Having been on the streets with his sister from a young age, Eren is used to skirting around the law to get by. He’d long since discarded any childhood dreams of joining the Survey Corps; his focus now was to help provide for and protect Mikasa, her son, and the secret that could very well get them killed. He was doing just fine after joining a street gang, until of course fate decided to literally fling him straight into the line of sight of the one man with a reputation for hunting down criminals like himself; Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

An AU where Eren is a street rat and Levi is the young Survey Corps Captain who is intrigued by the bright-eyed boy with a secret…

Title: The Thug

Author: Dressed_In_Darkness 

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Eren Yeager is on an errand when he comes across a girl in the underground city who is being held captive by two men. Putting his life at risk, Eren does anything to save her, relying on nothing but his determination and unwillingness to see her hurt. As they’re backed into a corner, they are suddenly saved by none other than Levi Ackerman, the strongest thug in the underground. Eren can’t help but feel drawn to him, but will his feelings for this famous criminal wind up getting him hurt?

Title: The Strange and the Usual

Author: lalazee 

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there’s no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

Title: Perspective

Author: shittyfoureyes 

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Watching Eren’s confidence and determination gradually deteriorate as he feels the weight of endless death and failure is the catalyst to a sudden change in Levi’s perspective on freedom and the future of humanity. There may be no turning back, but you must make the decision that you’ll regret the least.

Title: Not The Monster You Wished For

Author: JustAWritist

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary:  Eren never thought he needed group therapy. Eren never wanted group therapy. Even getting him into physical therapy was tough. But now, one car accident and two worried friends later, Eren finds himself thrust into the world of group therapy for people like him. People with PTSD, the wounded veterans. Little did he know that this group would be made up of the people who haunt him in his nightmares. Including, but not limited to, the man who he blames for the loss of his lower leg. The man who led him into battle. Corporal Levi.

Title: Heart of Ink

Author: OneWhoSitsWithTurtles

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Shortly after his mother passed away, Eren decides he wants to get a tattoo to remember her by. The problem is that Levi, the short, snarky tattoo artist Eren goes to refuses to tattoo anyone under 18 without parental approval. Eren hadn’t been planning on sharing his sob story with anyone, but he refuses to leave the hole-in-the-wall tattoo parlour until he gets what he came for.

Title: By the Light of the Moon

Author: kirakiracats

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary:  Growing up, Eren’s mother had told him he couldn’t go outside Shiganshina because his village was different from the rest of the world. She said the world wouldn’t understand him because he was special, and that made it dangerous. But Eren wanted to see what lies beyond the only place he’s ever known. He could never have imagined that one day his mother’s warning would be proved right in the most horrifying way, showing him the darkest side of the human world. Is Eren fated to spend his life as a caged animal?

Title:  Büsker Dü’s and Don'ts

Author: shulkie

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary:  Prickly, recently single, graphic designer Levi has just started at a new office when a Manic Pixie Dream Boy busker named Eren sets up his bucket drum outside his office and throws his whole life into orbit.
Levi was blessed with every sound a bucket could make. The Cup Song with a bucket? Levi had heard it. Any drum solo from Rush? Levi heard it a dozen times over. Hot For Teacher? Check. Moby Dick by Led Zeppelin? Check. Since The Jägermeister didn’t have a cymbal he made little whippish noises with his mouth. He also didn’t sing anything, just shouted out enough lyrics at full volume so his audience got the idea. He made up poems (if you could call them that) on the spot about the people walking by. “Hot soccer mom looking hot doing soccer!” He also shouted random phrases like a drum major issuing commands. “I’m a cymballer, rimshot caller!” was one of Levi’s personal favorites.

Title: Steered Straight

Author: kylar

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Levi is a military Captain with the US Marine Corps in charge of a very small, elite reconnaissance force responsible for surveying enemy territory before the military formally makes its move. Eren is a rebellious trouble maker who shuffles in and out of lock-up until his twenty-first birthday when the judge offers him a choice between military service or prison time. Little does he know that his decision, and the unapproachable captain he’s stuck with, will change his life.

Title: Duty And Sacrifice

Author:  FearTheKeira

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  To secure funding to support the Survey Corps for a further two years, Levi and Erwin must agree to arranged marriages to two of Shiganshina’s finest Omegas. Yet neither Eren nor Armin are what the two Alphas expected and life with their new husbands is shaping up to be far more challenging than any of them bargained for.

Title: Misread

Author:  sciencefictioness

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary: After watching his father brutally murder his mother, barely escaping with his life, Eren Jaeger moved from one foster house to another, never really finding a place to call home. Now that he is grown, he lives with Mikasa and Armin in a dilapidated old house, but all is not well. The loss of his mother at his father’s hands, along with the brutal treatment he received for his sexuality, as well as repeated failures in all aspects of his life have left him hollow and broken. Though he had tried before to end his life and failed, with a fistful of pills and the knowledge that his friends are gone for the weekend, Eren was sure that this time he would succeed. At the last moment he hesitated. His only regrets would be leaving Mikasa and Armin behind, and never confessing his feelings to the owner of the bookstore he works at. After realizing he had nothing to lose, he decided to tell Levi how he feels before ridding the world of himself for good. Even if Levi rejects him, it doesn’t matter. What’s he gonna do?

Kill himself?

Title:  Your Soul on my Skin

Author:  Ladycarathis

Rating: G

Status: WIP

Summary:  Eren was just stretching his aching back when suddenly a silver light shone up, bathing the cozy common room in an unusual light. He nearly jumped out of his chair when he caught sight of the patronus in front of him. His breath hitched and for a moment there he just stared at it blankly, not even realizing that this patronus might actually be here for him.

Because there’s not nearly enough good Harry Potter AUs for this fandom and I desperately needed some magic and soulmates.

Title: Vergissmeinnicht

Author:  shittyfoureyes

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  Levi and Eren are reunited after 2,000 years to find out what has changed, and what might always stay the same.

Title:  Forest Boy

Author:  ryuusea

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Eren loves the outdoors, but he does not quite remember when he developed this habit. There is something wonderful about touching himself out in the open like this that really gets him off.

Title:  The Stag in the Dark

Author:  shulkie

Rating: T

Status: WIP

Summary:  After a high school hazing prank goes awry, Eren is forced to work at local “witch” Levi’s knitting shop.

Title:  Crimson

Author:  WishingSebastianStanwasmyman

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary: Eren Yeager is young man who lives in the village in the outskirts of The Forest of Giant Trees. One day while venturing out to visit his grandmother, he finds himself under attack by the wolves living in the forest that he had always been warned about.

Luckily, he’s saved by Levi- who is a werewolf and heir to the position of pack leader, a Prince by human standards. Upon saving Eren, he finds that he and the human are mates- which could spell disaster for Levi’s ascension into pack leader as humans are rarely trusted by wolves and many think Eren to be evil incarnate.

Title: Concerto in D Minor

Author:  kylar

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  Levi is a world renowned violinist with a tortured past. He battles with severe depression and in order to feel the passion needed to play, he must self harm. He’s done a perfect job of keeping this dark side of himself hidden from the public eye, but when he meets a young up-and-coming violinist, it’s only a matter of time before the boy discovers what’s hidden behind Levi’s perfectly constructed mask.

That’s all for now. I’ll be making more ereri fic rec lists like this in the future, though. :)

Everyday Lives 29: Happy Birthday, Mira

Normally all my Everyday Lives fics are AU. But this one is in canon verse. It actually takes place right after the battle of Fairy Tail.


“Happy birthday Mirajane! You should let me take you out tonight to celebrate,” Wakaba shouted to the bar maid.

“Well thank you! But I don’t want to be a third wheel to you and your wife,” the birthday girl smiled as the guild erupted into laughs.

“Mira!” Cana slammed down a wad of cash, “Here’s your birthday gift! I’m paying off my tab!”

She giggled, “Every year you give me the same thing and it’s always one of my favorites.”

“Right!” Cana sat down at her usual spot, “So let’s start next years!”

“Of course,” Mira kept smiling as she poured her a glass of beer.

“Miss Mirajane!” Fairy Tail’s newest member skipped up to the bar, “Juvia has made you a special dessert for your birthday.”

“Oh!” Mira opened the container to find a lemon pie, “It looks delicious Juvia, thank you.”

The water wielder blushed, “Juvia is happy that Mira likes it.”

“I’m going to put it in the freezer to keep it away from grabby hands, "Mira winked, "Oh, and I saw Gray go up stairs a few minutes ago.”

Mira didn’t have to see to know that Juvia had run up to the second floor.

She placed the pie in the kitchen freezer, “Yo big sis!”

“Welcome home, Elfman! How was your mission?”

“Too easy for a man like me!” he puffed out his chest.

“That’s great to hear.”

“Right. And a man like me would never forget his sisters birthday!” he pulled a small box out of his pocket and handed it to her, “Happy birthday!”

“Aw, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she opened the box, “Oh, Elfman they’re beautiful.”

He got her a pair of pretty sapphire teardrop earrings.

“Yeah well, real men only get the best things for their sisters.”

She hugged her baby brother who towered over her, “I love them,” she heard sniffles right before he let her go, “need to go.. bathroom.. pee like a man!”

Mia shook her head at his attempts, then went back to the bar. Cana was gone but her spot was occupied.

“I trust you and you do that to me?”

She blinked, “What did I do?”

Gray laid his head on the bar, “You told her where I was..”

“Ohh,” she giggled, grabbed a rag and wiped the spot next to him, “and what’s wrong with that? She’s very cute and likes you a lot.”

“Well yeah she’s cute but- Hey!” he sputtered, “I didn’t mean cute as in.. well what I meant.. Mira!”

“I didn’t make you say that~,” she got a few glasses of beer and went to re-fill peoples drinks. A few ‘happy birthdays’ were sent her way.

“Happy birthday!” Natsu and Happy jumped up as she came to their table.

“We got you this!” Natsu handed her a nicely wrapped box.

“Aye! We hope you like it!” he floated down to the table, “It’s from Lucy too!”

“She might be a weirdo but she’s got good taste!”

“Thanks you guys,” she pulled out a cute summer dress, “wow!”

“I wanted to get the one that had lizards all over it,” Natsu mumbles into his scarf, “but Lucy said flowers would suit you better.”

“Natsu, the lizards were on a man’s shirt.”

“I love it! Thanks, I’ll have to go shopping with Lucy sometime, "she draped the dress over her arm, waved goodbye to the two and went back to the bar.

"Gra, your clothes,” Mira said on reflex to seeing Gray in his undies.

“Crap!” the ice wizard scurried around to get them back on.

“Here,” he placed a small box on the bar in front of Mira as he buttoned his short.

“You got me something too? How sweet,” she opened the gift and smiled, “Aw!”

Gray flushed, “It’s not a big deal or anything.”

It was a Fairy Tail mark, made of ice, enclosed in a case so it wouldn’t melt.

“It’s beautiful, Juvia is a lucky girl!” she closed the box and put it with her other gifts as Gray ranted about how she wasn’t his girlfriend.

Throughout the day she received many more presents;

Erza gave her a whole new outfit from Heart Kreuz.

Levy and Freed went in together and bought her a whole collection of cook books that had special nutrients for wizards.

Gajeel had done a lot of handy work around the guild.

Master gave her a free day at the luxurious spa in town - and tried to say he would accompany her.

Bisca and Alzack had brought back a lot of ingredients she had been wanting.

Evergreen took the evening shift at the bar so she could relax.

Other gifts had come in the mail from other guilds and fans all over Firoe. But Mira couldn’t help feeling sad that something was missing.


Getting home early was a treat, she put all the gifts on her small kitchen table and began to make a pot of tea, “Maybe I’ll take a nice long bubble bath.”

Ever since she joined the guild, she was one of the older kids. The only one her age was Erza, and at the time they were worse than Natsu and Gray.

And just like the others, she had to grow up faster than she should have. Because of that, one person was able to get closer to her than she thought they would.

Taking her cup of tea she laid back on the couch and propped her feet up.

For her birthday, he always got her something special yet simple. But the last few years, things had been rocky between them. And this year..

A box landed on her lap.

“Huh?” A magic delivery?

Setting down her tea , she gently opened the mystery box. A small card was on top.

Happy Birthday, Mirajane

A lightning bolt followed her name.

“..Laxus?”

Inside was a blanket. It was from the same material the lined his coat, but much softer.

“Always so simple,” she snuggled into the blanket, “And yet it’s always perfect.

She fell asleep dreaming of demons and lightning dragons.

Miles away from Magnolia, Laxus stared up at the stars. Thinking about fairies and demons.

One of these days, I am going to organize my fic recs properly (bb!Legolas’ childhood vs Fellowship-era fic vs Hobbit-era fic, etc.) but today is probably not going to be that day. Instead, today is, “Here’s all the fic I’ve been reading lately, joinnnnn mmmmeeeeeee.”

TOLKIEN FIC RECS:
What is Expected of Stars by ak-stinger, thranduil & legolas, 9.6k
    Legolas is just a normal elfling in Mirkwood until two messengers from Rivendell give him a new title.
Songs of Sun and Shadow by ZdenkaWaldner, finrod & melian & thranduil, 2.2k
    Melian asks Finrod, on a visit to Menegroth, to test the abilities of her young student in songs of power.
Culinary Mishap by Winged-Violoncelle, thranduil & legolas, 1.8k
    Thranduil is NOT happy, when a birthday dinner for his dearest son does not quite go as planned.
There And Back Again by Daughter of Thranduil, thranduil & legolas & ocs, 10.3k
    Legolas’s departure, absence and return to Mirkwood and his family’s thoughts.
What Lies in Squalor by Szuri, thranduil & legolas, 1.4k
    Thranduil, led by his adventurous young elfling, Legolas, visits a strange old tree with a million secrets to tell. But why is this tree so hauntingly familiar?
Glimpses In The Life Of A King by TolkienScribe, thranduil & legolas & celeborn & oropher & others, 3.6k
    He was the king of strange elves, who were not like the other elves. He ruled over a mysterious forest, that was not like other forests. They thought him many things, but his memories defined him.
The Meeting of Two Kings + Meeting of Two Kings II by TolkienScribe, thranduil & legolas & eomer/lothiriel & ocs, 8.1k
    Eomer leads his people in the days of peace of the Fourth Age. On an ordinary day, he meets extraordinary guests. A time comes to get comfort, to remember the past and to accept the time of the leaving of Elves.
Trees of Remembrance by jenolas, legolas & eldarion & others, 3.4k
    Eldarion makes a final visit to a very special glade of trees Legolas planted before he left Ithilien to sail to Valinor.
Swallowed in the Sea by burgermeister, thranduil & legolas, 2.4k
    Legolas has returned to his father, hale, whole, and blessedly alive. But Thranduil can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.
Only a Dwarf Would Dare by jenolas, thranduil & legolas & gimli, 2k
    Legolas convinces Gimli to visit Eryn Lasgalen before the Dwarf returns to Erebor after the war.

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Derek & Dessert (Stiles/Derek)

@pale-silver-comb said:*crawls into your inbox with a request* A mash up of ♤: Taking a bath together and ♛: Sharing a dessert. Sterek. *bites lip* *offers you my undying friendship* Emma! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little slice of domesticity for our boys! <3 Also yay for undying friendship! 

Derek & Dessert. Stiles/Derek. Teen.

After an exhausting day, Stiles indulges in a bubble bath with two of his favorite things: Derek and dessert.

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Undisclosed Desires - Ch.10

TITLE: Undisclosed Desires

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONESHOT: Chapter 10

AUTHOR: hiddlestonforlife

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki

GENRE: Romance, Drama

FIC SUMMARY: After Amora’s father gets thrown into Asgardian prison for committing treason against Loki, Loki decides to keep Amora as his personal servant. 

(This fic is inspired by the song ‘Undisclosed Desires’ by Muse, check it out!)

RATING: M

AUTHOR’S NOTES/WARNINGS: This fic takes place after Thor 2. Loki is king. Smut is involved.

Amora awoke the next morning to see that Loki was already gone. She frowned, yawning as she stretched her arms above her head. He left her a note that said he would be busy all day and that she needed to get a certain amount of things done by the time he got back. 

She sighed, after last night, she was in the mind set that all she wanted to do was be with Loki and if she wasn’t, then she definitely didn’t want to do work. She got ready for the day, taking a quick bath. She then remembered that Loki mentioned that there was a library somewhere in the palace. She wasn’t supposed to go in there without Loki, no servants were allowed unless given special permission, but she knew she couldn’t stay inside his chambers all day. She was in too good of a mood. 

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To Seize the Moment, Part 3

Summary: Due to an inter-species cultural miscommunication,  Shepard winds up asking Garrus a question she never quite intended to ask. Or at least, not one she planned to ask quite yet. (Shakarian, PG-13)


Part 1: Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8: Part 9 : Part 10 : Part 11


Originally posted on the MEKM; this version is cleaned up and glittery.

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“Garrus, are you asking me to marry you?” 

He chuckled. “Of course. Isn’t that how this tradition goes for you?” He opened the box and she stared at it’s contents: a gold band with a large blue stone in the center, and two smaller, white ones on either side.

It was beautiful.

And completely out of left field. She could practically hear her heart hammering in her chest.

She wondered if he could hear it, too.

“Garrus, I – I don’t know what to say.”

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Imagine if Bree heard Claire saying Jamies name in her sleep while they were still living in Boston and confronted her about it.

It was dark and Jamie was running. She was only a few steps behind him but when he looked back over his shoulder, she could tell that he wasn’t seeing her. She didn’t know where they were going and neither did he—away from something or towards something? Occasionally he paused to listen for something and look around before deciding where he was headed next. She took those moments to examine his clothes—if they could even be called clothes. They were tattered and filthy and he didn’t appear to have bathed in… far too long. She’d never seen him with a beard like that.

Finally a pale structure could be seen on the horizon. She recognized it for a church and as if he’d heard her thoughts, Jamie began praying aloud as he made his final approach. “Please Lord, please let her be here. Ye blessed me with her once. I ken I’ve done naught worth being blessed a second time, but I’ll do anything to be worthy of her in yer eyes. Please, mo nighean donn, please be here.”

“I am here,” she tried to tell him but he didn’t seem to hear her. She reached out to him but there was something wrong with her sleeve. She saw she was wearing surgical scrubs and became confused. “Jamie,” she called. “Jamie, look at me.”

But he’d pushed the doors open and gone inside. She moved to follow him only to hear Brianna calling, “Mama,” from somewhere… She glanced around in search of her daughter. “Bree?”

The doors slammed shut behind Jamie leaving Claire stranded on the other side. “Jamie!” she cried as she struck the door with her rubber-gloved fists. Panic set in as she heard Brianna calling for her on her side of the door and Jamie’s agonized lamentations that she wasn’t there from the other side. “Jamie! I’m here, Jamie!”

“Mama,” Brianna’s voice was much nearer now and when Claire turned her head, she started to find Brianna’s face just inches from her own. “Mama, are you okay?”

Claire looked at her hands—no surgical gloves and she wasn’t wearing her gown or scrubs either. “Bree?”

“You fell asleep again, didn’t you?” Brianna said with an oddly contemplative expression on her face instead of her usual amusement.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Claire apologized as she sat up. “I meant to meet you at the bus stop but I got home early and must have dozed off while I was waiting.”

Brianna shrugged. “It’s okay. Can I have a snack?” she asked, depositing her book bag and coat on the floor beside the coffee table.

“Of course,” Claire said, rising and stretching before leading the way towards the kitchen. Standing in front of the open cupboard, she found herself rubbing her throat as though it were still hoarse from screaming. She pulled down a box of crackers while Brianna fetched the deli-sliced cheese.

“How was your day at school?” Claire asked as she laid the crackers out on a plate. Brianna folded the slices of cheese to break them into smaller pieces to fit the crackers.

“It was okay,” she said with a shrug and then let their conversation lapse into silence for a few moments.

After swallowing her first cracker, she looked up at her mother. “Who’s… Jamie?”

Claire paused with a piece of cheese halfway to her mouth. “Uh… who, sweetheart?” She put the cheese in her mouth to buy herself some more time.

“When you were sleeping on the couch,” Brianna prodded, “you were saying that name—Jamie. You said my name too so I was curious about who it was.”

Claire’s thumb went habitually to the ring on her right hand. “He’s… someone I knew a long time ago.”

“Before Dad?”

Claire paused and then nodded. “Yes.” Technically it was true.

“What happened to him?”

“In my dream? Let’s see if I can remember,” Claire said, hoping to redirect the conversation.

“No—to the real Jamie.”

“He uh… he died,” Claire answered quietly.

“Oh,” Brianna sounded deflated. “Was it… during the war?”

“He died in battle, yes,” Claire continued with her half-truths.

“Did Dad know him? Do you have a picture?”

Claire popped a cracker in her mouth and traced the lines of Brianna’s face with her eyes—the lines where Brianna’s resemblance to Jamie grew stronger and stronger as she got older and lost the roundness of her baby fat—the lines that would harden but always be a little softer than her father’s.

“No, I don’t have a picture. And Dad never knew him—not personally. Not too fond of hearing about him either.”

“Did you care about him? Is that why you don’t talk about him at all? You’re worried Dad will get jealous,” Brianna concluded.

Claire nodded and felt a thickening in her throat. “I did—I do… care about him. I still love my parents though I hardly knew them. And I miss Uncle Lamb,” Claire explained. “It’s difficult to understand when you’re lucky not to have lost anyone like that. They’re gone… but it doesn’t mean you stop caring or stop thinking about them.”

Brianna nodded and finished up the last of the crackers, collecting the plate and bringing it to the sink. “I promise I won’t tell Daddy you forgot to meet me at the bus stop,” Brianna promised. “But I want to do something special soon—the three of us. Can we go to a movie this weekend?”

“I’ll talk to him when he gets home and we’ll see how our schedules look then,” Claire conceded as Brianna bounded out of the room, her ruddy hair bouncing with each excited step.

To you, the girl who will love him next

To you he may not be perfect yet, but give it time. He’s stronger than he’ll ever let on and he’ll treat you like a princess if you treat him right. He’ll shower you in loving words and hold you in his arms and make you feel so insanely special - because to him you will be. Don’t rush it and don’t rush him, because once he falls for you he’ll fall hard. If you want to make him laugh I hope you know the ways you can or when he’s sad or not feeling well I hope you learn the ways you can comfort him. Make him a tea, don’t leave it to brew for too long and don’t leave it for too little. You’ll learn that fast and you’ll learn how he likes his tea. He gets scared sometimes, after all he’s only human. Please hold him and tell him everything will be alright. When he tells you he loves you, know he means it despite how he might act sometimes, it’s only because he’s scared he’s going to lose you. If you want him to smile point at his mouth and tell him you know he wants to. When the upper left side of his lip begins to twitch you know you’re winning. Don’t take him for granted and never make the mistake of taking advantage of him. If you’re still around him be grateful, you mean something to him. He may have scars, but everyone does, his are more visible that’s all. I left my mark and I wish I hadn’t, all he deserves is love. I hope you give that to him. He’ll scare the life out of you yet be the most comforting thing you know exists and that’s a good thing. If you want to make him melt play with the back of his hair, softly and slowly. He likes it roughly played with too, just be careful not to pull. Neck kisses make him melt too. If you want to make him laugh though go for a kiss then make out you’re about to tickle him, he’ll giggle and curl up and he’ll show you a whole new side to how cute he can be. He will never intentionally hurt you, only love and care for you. He’s the most affectionate person I have ever met, take care of him. When he has a headache make him tea, hold him tight, play with his hair and ask him what he wants to watch. Scooby doo never fails to cheer him up no matter what’s going through his precious mind. His laugh is beautiful and his chuckle is adorable, treasure those sounds because once they’re gone they’re gone. His eyes light up when he smiles like no other, so much so it’s impossible to forget no matter how much you may want to. He might not always say I love you back, but if he’s said it once then you know he loves you. Hold him until he doesn’t ache. Kiss him better when he gets hurt. His soul is beautiful, don’t cause pain to it. His heart may be bruised or it might not be by now, but don’t add to the pain, please heal him. He has scars, he won the battle, please don’t let him harm himself again. Make sure he drinks something before bed, tea usually because I learnt that he wakes up if he hasn’t. Make sure he puts his brace in at night and when he stays at yours or somewhere that isn’t home remind him to take it, he doesn’t usually forget but it’ll make him happy that you remembered. If it’s one of those times he’s playing games on his playstation and he’s on it a lot tell yourself if he takes his time to reply it’s because of that or because he’s eating or in the bath. Run baths for him, he adores it and as ever make him a tea to drink whilst he’s in it and breakfast if it’s the morning. Make sure he drinks enough water too it helps with his headaches as it should, but he doesn’t drink enough. Make him take a drink to school if he hasn’t been. If he ever plays rugby again or even any sport and when he goes to the gym tell him not to overdo it and to be careful. Seeing him in pure pain will hurt you a lot, especially if you can’t help. Hold his hands tight when he needs an injection or he’s in hospital. Reassure him and play with his hair, that’ll always help. He’ll eat ketchup with anything and will make sure you eat because he wants you to be healthy and safe. He might talk to a lot of girls or he might not, he went through phases with me. Don’t get jealous the way I did, it put a strain on us and I hate that I did that. If he loves you, he loves you, he won’t be able to fall for someone else because he’ll be too busy loving you. He loves pet names, or at least he used to, you’ll learn the ones he likes and doesn’t and I’m sure he’s already nicknamed you. His mum is so kind hearted and will take you in as her own, so will the rest of his family and she’ll always be there if you need her. If there’s something you’re confused about when it comes to him, talk to her, she helps. His dad might seem scary and sometimes he doesn’t get along with him but he truly does want the best for him. I’ve had talks with him that he has no idea I’ve had and honestly it’s true - he loves his son more than he’ll ever let on. When they argue or fight tell him it’ll be okay, but don’t ever try to resolve it, it isn’t your place. He’ll always wait for you no matter what it’s to do with. He’s the most reassuring person and he will hold you until you’re alright the same way he would want you to. He has a way with words, but he doesn’t always think it, hold those words close to your heart, some of them will never leave your mind. He loves to fall asleep being the little spoon, hook your legs over his hips and his body and you’ll mould perfectly. I haven’t slept in his new bed though so I can’t say for sure. He can thrash around in his sleep, whisper that you love him and squeeze him close to you, he’ll calm down. He sometimes snores and wheezes when he has a cold I love it but if you want it to stop him tap his nose and he seems to squirm a little and stops. If he finds a tv show and gets into it, enjoy it with him. Watch marathons with him and if you like popcorn then you’re perfect for it. He will easily tune out when he’s watching it. He’ll know your there and unknowingly he’ll trace his fingertips over your skin. If you lie on his lap he’ll play with your hair and you’ll get lost in it. Don’t ever let anything happen to him, if he’s scared make sure he can talk to you. Tell him it’ll be alright and reassure him the way he likes it. Be realistic with him, he loves to dream, but when he’s scared don’t sugarcoat it. He might snap at you but it usually means something bigger’s going on than you know and he doesn’t mean it. He is a beautiful human and I cannot stand the idea of him destroying himself. When he’s upset don’t let him become self destructive, be a shoulder to cry on and listen to every word he has to say. Don’t let him destroy himself, make sure he doesn’t drink too much, it’ll damage him. Don’t let him smoke too much either, he never used to, but he started to. He might shut you out sometimes but he never means it he just can’t always find the words. If he talks about a past love or past crush listen to him it’s more than likely he’s telling you for a reason. Don’t make the same mistakes they did. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. If he ever talks about me please do the things I didn’t do and more. Don’t make him stop talking to me ever he’ll always be my best friend whether he wants to be or not. Love him the way he should be loved and touch his soul the way it should be. Somedays he doesn’t want to feel, don’t take it personally sometimes it just gets all too much. He might shut you out but it’s way of dealing with it. Be there for when he lets you back in. Don’t ever lose yourself with him though, he’ll destroy you in the most beautiful of ways. I still wonder what happened to the parts I left with him. You’ll never be able to hate him no matter what pain he may cause you. If he cheats be understanding but don’t be stupid. Love him always because once you fall for him you always will, but love him right and in all the ways I never knew how to. Don’t become dependent on him or reliant in case one day he’s not there. Give him your soul, mind and body and he’ll love you in all the ways he knows how to. But be careful because if he leaves you’ll be left broken. He’ll help you though because he can’t not - that’s just him. Please love him like he deserves and don’t break his heart I hurt him enough. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. If he’s in love with you, he means it. Don’t make him regret it, he doesn’t love easily.

My Forged Wedding- Yamato "Finally"

Hi (*^-^*) This is a pregnancy/family one-shot for Yamato.
In most pregnancy fanfics, the pregnancy is unplanned. So I wanted to try writing one where they actually plan on having a baby.
This one turned out to be longer than my other one-shots, but I hope you’ll enjoy reading it anyway :3
Thank you!

I wake up in the morning and see my husband’s face right in front of me. His eyes are closed and his rhythmic breathing lets me know that he is still asleep. To be able to see the face of the person I love first thing in the morning truly makes me happy.

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Interview with Adrian Hodges - The Musketeers

A few months ago, Adrian Hodges, creator of The Musketeers, agreed to do an interview answering some questions submitted by fans on the Live Journal comm and on here. He’s very kindly taken some time out in the midst of the final filming of series 2 to get the questions back to me, so without further ado, let’s see what he has to say about our favourite show….

Q: In no more than one sentence (and no cheating with creative punctuation!), please describe each of the following characters:

Athos: A natural leader, a man who has lost faith in life but still retains hope deep down in his heart.

Porthos: Strong and brave, but more complex than people realise - a man on a life-long search for a family.

Aramis: A contradiction - equally drawn to the spirit and the flesh, looking for love but also avoiding it.

D’Artagnan: Full of hope and promise, brave reckless and loving, his heroic journey is just beginning.

Captain Treville: Loyal, brave, charismatic and utterly dedicated to his men.

Cardinal Richelieu: A patriot and a man of principle, but ruthlessly pragmatic and cold-hearted.

Constance Bonacieux: A woman of courage and wit, just beginning to discover her true potential.

Milady: Wicked, immoral and ruthless, but also lost, yearning for more and capable of redemption (perhaps!)

King Louis: Not a fool or a bad man but too weak-willed and lazy to be the King he might be.

Queen Anne: Outwardly gentle but inwardly fierce, yearning for love and smarter than her husband.

Q: One word only to describe each of the four Musketeers

Athos: Charismatic

Porthos: Unstoppable

Aramis: Profound

D’Artagnan: Heroic

Q: When you heard the news about Peter Capaldi getting the role of Doctor Who, what influenced your choice of a new antagonist and what took you in the direction of the Comte de Rochefort?

A: I wanted to use a character familiar from the book but spun in a different direction. Rochefort is a tip of the hat to fans of the book, and I wanted a character who was a known villain, but then, as with all our characters, I wanted to do something different with him. He seemed a natural choice. We also wanted a character who would be completely different to Richelieu, more physical and with a completely different set of motivations.

Q: Did you have an overall plot arc in mind beyond the end of series 1, and if so, how has Peter Capaldi leaving the show forced changes on this? As part of this, will certain threads, such as the murder of Adele and the hint that Richelieu was aware of Queen Anne’s affair with Aramis go any further now?

A: Ha, that would be telling. Obviously Peter going meant a rethink but we hadn’t planned series 2 in detail at that point so it was more a case of building from the ground up with a new villain in a different way. On the subject of plot threads, I will say that many things we raised in Series one will have some kind of consequence in Series 2… including the ones you mention? Just possibly…

Q: Are you able to tell us if Milady be returning in series 2?

A: Yes, she is. Maimie would kill me if she didn’t. But I think you’ll be amused by how she manages her reappearance.

Q: Where are the palace scenes filmed? The rooms are absolutely gorgeous. Are they part of a real location?

A: All the Louvre Palace scenes are done in a variety of locations in the Czech Republic, bar the new Queen’s chambers, which you’ll see in the new series which is a set at our fixed base in Doksany. I could tell you the names of the individual palaces we use for the Louvre except I can’t spell them at all. One is Ploskovice but that spelling would probably horrify anyone who speaks Czech. We also use a beautiful library in the centre of Prague though we’re not allowed to touch the books on pain of death.

Q: How much time passed during series one? (Dialogue suggests at least a month between 1st and 2nd episodes, and three months between the 9th and 10th, so it would be interesting to know what the whole span is thought to have been.)

A: More than a few months but less than a year.

Q: How did D'Artagnan keep getting important guard duties etc before he was commissioned as a musketeer?

A: Ha, yes we cheated a bit there. Originally we had a scene in Episode One where Treville tells d'Artagnan he can train with The Musketeers and do everything they do while he’s an apprentice, but sadly that got lost in the cut of Episode One. To be honest, we needed him with the other boys and I would like to have explained that he had special permission from Treville and the King before his commission, but the opportunity never arose.

Q: I know you’ve said that the series is inspired by the original books rather than an adaptation of the original books, but how closely do you feel your characters follow the paths set out in the book and how far do you think you’ve diverged from the originals?

A: Well, obviously we’ve diverged a long way but I’m often surprised by how themes and character things reappear in different form. Obviously we’re mindful of and respectful of the books, but we do go our own way. I think I’m unconscious of how close individual moments might be - other people might be better placed to say.

Q: Is there any possibility that there will be some merchandise for the series such as a CD of the music, actions figures and possible tie-in novels?

A: I certainly hope so and I’m sorry there aren’t already. Action figures are tricky because you usually need at least 2 series before it’s safe to risk doing them and now we’re a more “adult” show I think it’s less likely. But a CD would be great. The theme tune has been very popular. And can I just say how much I appreciate some of the brilliant art work and caricatures that appear on Tumblr and elsewhere? I’m endless amazed by how dedicated and talented so many of our fans are.

Q: Will we see d'Artagnan continue to grow and develop into the legendary character he becomes in the books?

A: In due course, but we’re not in any rush. He certainly faces some really tough challenges this year, both in physical terms and romantically. But I think the “heroic journey” you mean is more for the third season. But it’s always been part of our plan.

Q: Can you tell us something about each of the four main characters that hasn’t yet appeared on screen in the series (however inconsequential)?

A: Not without spoiling the next series! Suffice to say that we find out something important that we didn’t know about each of the characters this time around - less so Athos and d'Artagnan perhaps, but definitely Porthos and Aramis.

Q: Historians have suggested that King Louis XVIII might well have been gay or bisexual. Is this an area that the series might explore at some point, either in the context of the king or indeed any of the other characters?

A: It’s a good question. We did have a gay story idea in the first season but we could never get it quite right, so it was dropped. We don’t plan to go that route with Louis because he’s often been portrayed that way in the past adaptations and we wanted to do something different with our version. But it’s something I’d like to do with a regular or guest character in the future. The trick is to find a way of doing it that would be genuinely fresh and powerful and not merely tokenistic.

Q: What weapons proved to be favourites amongst the cast?

A: I think the boys all love their swords, but Aramis is also fond of the Arquebus (short musket) a handy weapon in a fight!

Q: Please can you settle the question of whether Athos’s jacket is dark blue or black? This might seem trivial, but enquiring minds need to know!

A: I’ve always thought it was black but I will ask Phoebe, our brilliant costume designer to settle the argument once and for all.

Q: You’ve said elsewhere that The Musketeers is inspired by Dumas’ works without being an adaptation. The streets are filthy, the costumes are sumptuous and the locations are stunning, but standards of personal hygiene seem higher! How would you describe your overall vision of the world you wanted to create and has the end product lived up to your hopes and expectations?

A: Well, first of all I want to pay tribute to everyone who helps make my vision a reality - costumes, design, directors, actors, crew everyone - because every single one of them brings something unique. I wanted to create a world that would seem completely of its time and authentic, but at the same time was bold, distinctive and modern. I wanted the boys to be instantly recognisable, to look handsome yet also battle ready at all times. I didn’t want Tabards and feathers - we were after a completely fresh and powerful look, a very lean silhouette, if you will. I wanted it to feel like a good Western, mucky enough to be authentic but not so dirty that you feel you’re having your nosed rubbed in it. “Deadwood” was an influence, though we’re definitely less sweary! All that said, our standards of hygiene are certainly higher than they would have been back in those days - which would have been quite disgustingly sweaty and smelly. Baths were very rare and most washes were a “cat-lick” as my mother used to say. And women would simply wear more and more perfume to cover how smelly they were. So I think you can suggest that ripe quality without going the whole hog! And don’t even get me started on what the teeth would have looked like…

Has it lived up to my expectations? Yes, and exceeded them by a distance. I think it’s an amazing looking show and if that sounds boastful, then so be it.


Many thanks to Adrian for his kindness in doing this interview for us. I hope you all enjoy reading it!

                                                                                              Fred