hung and drawn

anonymous asked:

Mon-el grew up in a wealthy household to parents who owned slaves and instilled abuse in the family but wants to change, Lena Luthor grew up in a wealthy household to parent's who owns butlers/slaves and instilled abuse in the family (the Luthor's descended from slave owners) but want's to change, so because they both grew up using the slaves/butlers from when they were young so they both deserve to be burned at the stake or hung drawn and quartered.

lmao butlers are paid for their services u fucking numb nuts. that is not comparable

So after playing his own ancestor what does he make of Robert Catesby?

“He’s a firebrand. He’s one of those people that really in some ways was intensely arrogant, was incredibly ambitous but also he was driven by a real religious fervour. The fact that he was widower meant that I think he almost had a death wish to go to heaven to be with his wife again.”

“He wasn’t happy on this earth. And I don’t’ think he was a particularly good man for those reasons – he took innocent people along with him to their deaths.” - “But the context he was in, was that his religion was being persecuted, his friends were hung, drawn and quartered and that has to be taken into account. 


Photo: BBC / Kudos

anonymous asked:

Ok so this is unrelated to berena but I just needed to tell someone how much I fucking hate Issac. Dom is far too precious to be putting up with his shit smh

I think our true hero could take care of him for us. We’ve underestimated one Serena Campbell.

spin-off!

Now that our Evil Queen (who has learned to love herself) has been sent to the Wish Realm - the one in which mean young King Henry wants her hung, drawn and quartered for abducting his mother never to be seen again and murdering his grandparents - I propose the spin-off:

Evil Queen: Fugitive

Pilot: Regina returns from a day’s hunting the King’s deer to find her new boyfriend Robin brutally murdered by royal soldiers. She doesn’t weep over his disembowelled corpse. She must evade the patrols, flee into the deep forest, regroup, and bring the fight to her new nemesis… one she can never kill because she loves him like the son he doesn’t know he is.

Can Regina find allies among the suspicious denizens of this Realm? What will her merry band of outlaws and misfits look like? A transgender fairy, a lonely dragon with a sleeping-curse habit, a friendly troll who likes to cook…

Join us every Sunday for real adventure in Evil Queen: Fugitive!

Ah, Guy Fawkes night.

a wonderful celebration of the rightful  execution of a man by the method of being hung, drawn and quartered.His crime? caught in the act of attempting to kill our parliament and institute a catholic theocracy in  England.  One of my favourite celebrations.  Good riddance to the fanatic bastard.

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!

Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England’s overthrow.

By god’s mercy he was catch’d
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.


remember💭 remember👀 the 5️⃣th of november🍁🍂 gunpowder🎆💣 treason☠👑 and plot🔪💷. forward this to your thirteen1️⃣3️⃣ co-conspirators👯😈 before midnight🕛⏰ or baron monteagle🎩 will foil⚔ your plot📉📑 and you’ll be tortured⛓😏😏, hung☠ drawn🔪 and quartered🗡❌, and burnt🔥 at the stake✝💀. have a lit🔥🎡 bonfire night🎭🇬🇧 long live the revolution‼️💥

anonymous asked:

I feel the need to inform you that despite the terrible terrible thing you did to us all in ANG, I still love you and your writing and your art far too much to feel anything short of ecstatic after this update. God, the conflicting emotions! The whole Crane thing alone has me pulling my hair out while I try to figure out whether I'm okay with it or not. And yet I say with not a hint of sarcasm, thank you sO MUCH, you beautiful human being.

So, please consider this my heartfelt apology to every single Scarecrow fan who read this latest chapter. I’m so sorry, but the plot was demanding blood and…well, lets just say what I ORIGINALLY had planned for this chapter woulda got me hung drawn and quartered for sure!

But thank you so much for your kind words and support, and to everyone else who’s given it. I’ve never had this level of interest in anything I’ve done before so it means a lot. And as a further apology, I’ll share the finished shaded wips for the chapter five pic I’m working on (and maybe possibly make the smut scene planned for later in the story extra smutty? idk):

I’ve got another little pic to do to add to this, but these main pics are done and dusted ready for colouring, which I can finally do now because ‘puter is fixed yaaaaaay!

jstar1382  asked:

Continuation of #319 because you love me. ;)

#321 (previous here) (or search kate drunk london)

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“Hang on, you’re not kidding about the haunted thing?” she asked, following him inside. 

“Why would I be kidding?” He glared at her, flipped on the bathroom light. She caught a white flare of marble before her eyes left the narrow range of Castle’s frustration to the world beyond. 

“Oh. Oh my God.” A sense of vast majestic light through a wall of tall and narrow windows. “Oh my God, Castle. You didn’t.”

“It’s not on top of Room 333, but it’s close enough that it’s - you know - rather available. I have to-”

She jerked her eyes back to him in time to see him duck into the bathroom, and she waved him off, wandered towards the windows.

Oh, God, this place. 

The light was insane, spilling in through nine foot windows and bathing the sitting room in gold and amber. Pale grey curtains were hung from the rounded ceiling, drawn back to allow a panoramic view. The very scenes of London, bustle and traffic, flags and prams, pigeons on statues. 

She touched a hand to the cream-colored couch and smoothed her fingers over the silk throw. Silk. Cashmere pillows. Soft-pile carpet with tasteful art on the walls. 

But of course it was the view.

“Beckett?”

She turned. “Ghosts,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Castle, this is too much-”

“I want a good night’s sleep, and this is what they had available. The bedroom is through there, but look at the sitting room. I could sleep on the couch if need be. You want the bathroom?”

“Yeah, I… but Rick-”

“Damn it, Kate. The place is haunted. They have ghosts coming out of their ears. Every floor. It’s not just for you. This is what they had.”

“Yeah.” She turned her head, made stiffly for the bathroom, pushing past him. Not for her. Not for her. She had to get that through her head.

“Kate-”

She avoided his grasp and slid inside the bathroom, shut the door after her. 

Bowed forward, elbows tucked into her sides to breathe. Trying to breathe. It hurt. This gorgeous room, those windows and the light, the idea that maybe he was trying to make up for something, that he was using a cover story about a haunting to give her something beautiful…

But he wasn’t.

He was furious and sad; she was indignant and grieved. It was too late; it had passed them by.

—–

October 27th 1327, Elizabeth de Burgh, second wife of Robert the Bruce, and Queen consort of Scotland died.

There is little known about Elizabeth’s early life, she was the daughter of Richard Óg de Burgh, 2nd Earl of Ulster and his wife Margarite de Burgh, they had close connections to the English court of Edward I and it is thought that they met at the Court of King Edward, the Bruce was at this time on the side of the English King during the wars of Independence. They are said to have been married at Writtle in Essex, some say that this is where the future King of Scotland was born! It is possible the marriage was arranged by Edward; he certainly encouraged it, as a way of keeping his young Scottish noble loyal to his cause. Robert was around 28 years old at the time, his bride about 18.

In June 1306, after Robert’s army was defeated at Methven. Robert sent his brother Neil and the Earl of Atholl to escort his wife to safety. They took the Queen, Princess Marjorie (Robert the Bruce’s daughter by his first marriage), sisters Mary and Christian and the countess of Buchan, north towards Orkney.

The women were almost captured at Kildrummy Castle but escaped, Roberts brother Neil de Bruce was captured and hung, drawn and quartered by the English, they were later captured by The Earl of Ross, an ally of the murdered John Comyn and handed over to Edwards troops who took them south to Lanercost Priory.

Some of the women that were captured were held in cages, but Elizabeth was sent to Burstwick Manor in Holderness, Yorkshire, Edward did not want to lose his ally in Ireland, the Queen’s father. Elizabeth is known to have wrote to Edward I, in an undated letter, complaining that she only had 3 changes of clothes, and no bed linen. She then spent 4 years at Bisham Manor in Berkshire. However in 1312, with her husband gaining strength and raiding into Yorkshire, she was moved to a more secure location, probably the Tower of London (although some sources state Windsor Castle). By this time she was allowed 6 attendants and was given a regular allowance.Elizabeth was later moved to Shaftesbury Abbey in Dorset.

Two years later the English suffered their defeat at Bannockburn, in the battle numerous English Knights were captured, a prisoner exchange was agreed seeing the Bruce women being repatriated.

Between 1315 and 1323 Elizabeth and Robert had 2 daughters: Margaret married William, 5th Earl of Sutherland and died in childbirth in 1346 or 1347; Matilda married Thomas Isaac and had 2 daughters, she died in 1353.

The much longed-for son, David, was born in 1324; he was married to Joan of the Tower, daughter of Edward II of England, in 1328 and would succeed his father at the age of 5, as King David II, in 1329.

A 2nd son, John, was born in 1327 but died young. Elizabeth herself died on the 27th of October 1327 and was buried in Dunfermline Abbey; Robert the Bruce was buried beside her when he died 18 months later.

The picture shows King Robert with Elizabeth from the Seton Armorial, 1591.

Remember, Remember the Fifth of November...

On 5th November 1605, a man named Guy Fawkes was discovered trying to light 36 barrels of gunpowder intended to blow up the Palace of Westminster during the state opening of Parliament. A Catholic plot to replace King James I and shift power was failed, its culprits executed. If an anonymous letter warning Lord Monteagle not to attend hadn’t come to Cecil’s attention, events could have played out very differently.


The BBC drama “Gunpowder” explores the lives of the conspirators and their motivations for taking part in the infamous plot. Told from the perspective of the leader, Robert Catesby (Kit Harington), we learn how families were persecuted – fines, imprisonment, execution – due to their refusal to convert to Protestantism. Eventually it becomes too much and Catesby gathers support in an attempt to give English Catholics the freedom to practice their faith openly.

The three-part series goes into a lot more depth than what children are taught in schools. For example, it explains the plot’s links to Spain and the Catholic refuge in Flanders, as well as highlighting Cecil’s obsessive behaviour in terms of deciphering letters and maintaining his influence over the king through his expansive spy network. Even James I’s sexuality is alluded to in relation to the plot.

After the first episode aired, complaints came in about the graphic nature of the execution scenes. Where most historical dramas would focus on the crowd’s reactions or fade to black, this show kept the camera on the victims. The production also made the effort to be historically accurate and included typical execution methods of the time, such as being hung, drawn and quartered. For not romanticising the deaths but instead showing the harsh reality, the show must be praised. If blood and gore isn’t your thing, I’d advise looking away rather than avoiding the show altogether.

“Gunpowder” reminds viewers that the names behind the plot were real people who felt they were doing the right thing after all the wrongs done to them. And it may have you seeing the annual celebration from another point of view. Yes, the plan was uncovered and the monarchy remained intact. But, on the other hand, religion was still an extremely controversial topic and many more died because they failed to conform.


Every year, people gather up and down the UK to build bonfires and put on firework displays. A “guy” is place on top of the fire, traditionally an effigy of Guy Fawkes, to represent the treason committed and ward off evil spirits. Nowadays the true meaning behind Bonfire Night has been somewhat lost. It’s more about community, drinking, sweet treats, and a “guy” resembling any disliked figure of recent times. With politicians and world leaders being a common theme, there’ll be no prizes for guessing who will feature this year!

Bonfire Night is one of my favourite nights of the year. Sitting on the hill watching the castle fireworks. Family and friends huddled in the garden eating discounted Halloween treats and making patterns with sparklers in front of the fire. Everyone enjoying the colder weather before the stress of Christmas preparation begins.

This year I’ll be watching the fireworks across town from the comfort my bedroom window and I don’t mind in the slightest. There’s always next year to do something.

Jess x

❛ the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy ❜ sentence starters
  • ❛ All the dolphins have ever done is muck about in the water having a good time. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t panic. ❜
  • ❛ Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now? ❜
  • ❛ Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? ❜
  • ❛ Space is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts to space. ❜
  • ❛ If there’s anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now. ❜
  • ❛ I’d far rather be happy than right any day. ❜
  • ❛ This must be a Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. ❜
  • ❛ You’re turning into a penguin. Stop it. ❜
  • ❛ No, I was only fooling. We are going to die after all. ❜
  • ❛ So long, and thanks for all the fish. ❜
  • ❛ Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. ❜
  • ❛ If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it? ❜
  • ❛ Ah, this is obviously some strange use of the word safe that I wasn’t previously aware of. ❜
  • ❛ There’s an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they’ve worked out. ❜
  • ❛ I think you ought to know I’m feeling very depressed. ❜
  • ❛ All through my life I’ve had this strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world, something big, even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was. ❜
  • ❛ Life. Loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it. ❜
  • ❛ Ow! My brains! ❜
  • ❛ Blood… blood… blood… blood… ❜
  • ❛ I don’t want to die now! I’ve still got a headache! I don’t want to go to heaven with a headache, I’d be all cross and wouldn’t enjoy it! ❜
  • ❛  My capacity for happiness you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first. ❜
  • ❛ Oh dear, you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well. Are you all right? ❜
  • Life! Don’t talk to me about life.
  • ❛ Pardon me for breathing, which I never do anyway so I don’t know why I bother to say it, oh god I’m so depressed. ❜
  • ❛ The fully armed nuclear warheads are of course merely a courtesy detail. ❜
  • ❛ Call that job satisfaction? ’Cause I don’t. ❜
  • ❛ Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader’s Digest. They’ve got a page for people like you. ❜
  • ❛ Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge? ❜
  • ❛ Who is this God person anyway? ❜
  • ❛ Hey, this is terrific! Someone down there is trying to kill us! ❜
  • ❛  I’ll have you hung, drawn and quartered! And whipped! And boiled… until… until… until… until you’ve had enough. ❜
  • ❛ That is really amazing. That really is truly amazing. That is so amazingly amazing I think I’d like to steal it. ❜
  • ❛ I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my life-style. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve got as much sex appeal as a road accident. ❜
  • ❛ Molest me not with this pocket calculator stuff. ❜
  • ❛ It’s partly the curiosity, partly a sense of adventure, but mostly I think it’s the fame and the money. ❜
  • ❛ It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level. ❜

anonymous asked:

Mon-el grew up in a wealthy household to parents who owned slaves and instilled abuse in the family but wants to change, Lena Luthor grew up in a wealthy household to parent's who owns butlers/slaves and instilled abuse in the family (the Luthor's descended from slave owners) but want's to change, so because they both grew up using the slaves/butlers from when they were young so they both deserve to be burned at the stake or hung drawn and quartered.

what are you talking about? butlers are paid housekeepers. Slaves aren’t paid.

PSA - A Safety in Magic Warning for the New Spellcaster

This is stemming from a conversation I’ve just had with someone who was experiencing heart palpitations, dizziness and weakness from rapidly going onto a 7day fast for a bit of magic as advised by a more experienced spellcaster, who I’m sure meant no harm (but needs to be hung drawn and quartered anyway), and it is VERY important for all beginners to understand.

If something you are doing involves anything that makes you physically ill, dizzy, feint, puts you in pain, or makes your heart feel funny… Anything like that STOP! If it is not an expected, known, and reasonable response* to what you are doing STOP STOP STOP! This includes burning incense, rubbing salve on yourself, some meditation breathing techniques, fasting…

You could be having an allergic reaction, something may be mixing with medications, you may be putting yourself at serious risk.

STOP. Eat something, have some water. If your symptoms are serious - vomiting, diarrhoea, heart palpitations ect contact a medical professional. Your Gods and spirits will wait. They want you alive and well so you can do the work.

Once you’re feeling ok you can contact someone else who is more experienced than yourself and talk to them (not the initial person unless you know them well and trust them to be honest rather than bullshit and gaslight you), they may be able to offer advice on how to proceed. You may need to adjust your spell work, change the type of fast you’re on, work with a different breathing technique or herb/scent etc.

Work around the problem, do not force your way through it, you could seriously harm yourself.

Your health and safety must be put first at all times. Killing yourself does not support your witchcraft. Trust me.


This is also a good reason why you should try to keep your posts for spell help public while you’re learning and relying on forums, it stops people giving you potentially bad advice going unchecked. I know that if I had seen the advice this person was given I would have said ‘Hey, that could be dangerous, here’s some ways to make it less dangerous’ or offered a different way of approaching the working. 


And the person who gave the advice probably didn’t think that it was dangerous, it’s probably something that person has done many times before, but what is good and safe for me isn’t necessarily what is good and safe for you. The person who was experiencing the palpitations probably didn’t tell the person advising them that they were on a specific medication that I just happened to know doesn’t mix with sudden fasting, and I wouldn’t have thought to ask (most likely) if I haven’t had medication-magic mishaps before.


*normal or expected side effects are shit like feeling dizzy because you’ve spun around in circles, or light headed because you’re utilising a mind-altering substance for example. 

nonsensus reached

  • Athena: Haven’t you heard of being hung, drawn, and quartered?
  • Apollo: Is it as painful as conversations with Ares?
  • Athena: Depends on if Ares is sober.
  • Hermes: What is he doing, anyway?
  • Apollo: Peeing.
  • Athena: Trust Ares to deface a place like this five minutes after getting here.
  • Apollo: Deface? Marking his territory.
  • Athena: He must own more of the world than our father, then.
  • Hermes: I don’t think he’s ever used an indoor toilet, now that I consider it.
Title: Quite The Family

Request: Do you have any Gabriel requests? If not can I have one where you’re like Sam and deans sister and you’re dating Gabriel? Thanks

Word Count: 835

Aww, I love Gabriel. Thanks, and I hope you like it!

“Jeez, Gabe. I was almost naked.” You saw his reflection in the mirror before he could surprise you while getting dressed. You’d been fixing your shirt when he’s popped in, having not seen him for almost a week.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He shrugs, and you roll your eyes.

“Never say that in front of my brothers. They’ll have you hung, drawn and quartered.”

“Honey, I’m an archangel. I’d really, genuinely like to see them try.” He chuckles, coming up behind you and looping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t tell them that, either. They’ll be desperate to find a way and I don’t want to see what you’d do to them for trying.” You laugh, your body automatically moving backwards to be closer to his.

“You really don’t.” He chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back.

Suddenly, he spins you around and presses his lips to yours.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers, deepening the kiss. His hands roam your back and yours tangle in his hair. You barely have time to react before he’s easily picked you up, your legs wrapping around his middle.

To tell the truth, you’d really missed him too.

He presses your back against the wall, effectively trapping you close to him. Not that you mind. His lips find every part of your skin they can reach, lips, face, neck, collarbone. Every few seconds, he’ll pause, and nip or suck at the soft skin, leaving a small mark.

Something is telling you to make him stop, your brothers are going to kill you both when they see those marks, but everything else is screaming for you to keep going, let him.

His lips meet yours again, flaming with raw passion, when the door opens. Neither of you notice until you hear three voices calling your name in very different tones.

One angry, one shocked, and one incredulous.

You part quickly, your feet landing on the floor. You instantly leap in front of Gabriel, hoping to stop Dean from whatever he intends to do.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Dean says. He’s angry. Very angry. It’s not too far to stretch for you to imagine steam pouring from his ears.

“Uh…hi?” You offer, shrugging slightly.

“Hi? We just caught you practically screwing-“ He starts, but you interrupt.

“We were not-“ You don’t even manage to finish your sentence.

“Shut up! Y/N, for God’s sake, don’t you know-“ He asks, exasperated and furious.

“I know what I’m doing, be quiet!”

“He’s taking advantage-“ Dean accuses.

“Excuse me-“ The archangel in question tries to butt in, but Dean turns and sends an icy glare at him.

“Shut up, Gabriel!” Dean snaps. You fold your arms.

“The fact is, Dean, I’m old enough to do what I want!”

“You’re too young!” He snaps.

“I’m seven years younger than you!” You try to reason.

“It’s enough!”

“So Sam can screw demons, and God knows what you’ve managed to leap into bed with, but I can’t-“

“No, you can’t!” He glares from you to Gabriel.

“Both of you, be quiet!” Sam yells, but you ignore him. You keep arguing, Gabriel occasionally interrupting.

In the end, it’s Cas who stops the near-physical fight.

“Gabriel?” He asks.

You and Dean back down a little to stare at the angel, who’s been really quite quiet throughout this.

“Yes, Castiel?”

“Why is your hand on her rear?”

Busted. He’d, at some point, apparently, decided to move forward and touch your butt. Brilliant. You shoot Cas a look, to which he merely shrugs and gives you a confused look.

You spin, “Are you totally, utterly fearless?” You ask him, and he slowly removes his hand.

“When it comes to these goons, yes.”

You sigh, and spin around just in time for Dean to come hurtling towards you. You manage to stop him, while Sam restrains him from behind.

“See? They wouldn’t…”

“Gabe…” You sigh, half warningly. “Just…please play nice for ten minutes.”

“Can I play dirty once they’re gone?”

Dean growls at him, but you laugh.

“Gabriel?” Comes Cas’ voice again. You, again, turn to look at him. Gabriel nods, so Cas continues. “Please, do behave.”

With that, he zaps out. Apparently, Dean has calmed enough to not be ready to rip anyone’s guts out, so Sam is no longer restraining him.

“Look, if you hurt her…” He threatens, and Gabriel nods.

“I know, I know. But trust me, I have absolutely no intention of such action.”

“You’d better.” Dean says, turning to leave. Sam does too, but pauses in the doorway.

“Use a condom.” He says firmly, and you laugh. He’s already gone, but you know he’ll hear you.

“Is that permission?” You call. There’s no reply, but you hear Dean smack Sam, who gives a yelp. Then, Dean yells, “No!”

You roll your eyes, and turn to Gabriel.

“I’m sorry-“

“Quite the family you got there.” He chuckles.

“That isn’t even half of it.”

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you again.

“Now, where were we?”

Chocolates, Flowers & Candles

One of the fluffiest if not the fluffiest Gruvia fic (onehsot) i’ve written! Enjoy! Please leave a review!  On Tumblr or Fanfiction :) Rated: Teen

Today was not a good day for Juvia Lockser, it was that time of the month, it had crept up on her so quickly that she wasn’t sure if it had come early or not and on top of that she had a terrible cold.  She was not prepared for it at all this month. Normally she would make sure she had plenty of toiletries, tissues (for all the soppy films and mood swings), chocolates and painkillers, so she could almost go about that dreadful week as normal, but no not this time.  The water mage had enough toiletries and tissues but she was fresh out of chocolates and painkillers. Juvia clutched at her stomach as the pain tore through her.  All the girls of fairy hills were out on missions except Mira who was by now at the guild.  Juvia would have to suffer. Alone.  Atleast until she could make it out of bed to go to the shop.  She was angry at herself, she felt ill yesterday but thought she just had a cold from her last mission in the mountains, she had smiled at Erza and Mira when they had asked and told them that she was going to be okay and not worry.  I mean they shouldn’t worry she’d be fine, hopefully the worst of it would be over today or tomorrow.  Juvia clutched her lower abdomen once more before clutching her Gray pulshie and throwing the covers over head. I won’t be seeing Gray-sama today then. Juvia pouted at the thought before sinking into an uncomfortable sleep.

 

Gray sat at the bar in the guild as normal sipping his drink. Something was off, she wasn’t here yet and it was almost 11am.  The water mage would always wait for him to appear to wish him a good morning, granted she did it much more casually nowadays choosing to come and sit next to him at the bar and talk to him instead of tackling him with a hug, which he didn’t like to admit, he sometimes missed but he did appreciate the fact Juvia seemed much more mature now in more ways than one. His mind wandered to those oh so sexy legs she had on her and the beautiful guild mark that sat on the outside of her left thigh teasing him to stare and imagine even more sexual thoughts about her at the most inappropriate times. What am I thinking. The ice mage shook his head taking another, bigger sip of his drink.  She is making me go crazy maybe that’s why she’s been so collected recently, she’s passed it on to me! Drumming his fingers against the bar and not wanting to think about a certain someone anymore he decided to see what everyone else was up to in the guild today. He glanced around slightly bewildered how had he not noticed the silence? Well that’s easy you were too busy thinking about Juvia.  Cutting off his own train of thought Gray turned to Mira who was humming a song whilst drying some glasses.  

Gray cleared his throat to get her attention.  “Say uh Mira, where is everyone? This place is practically deserted.” Mira turned towards Gray.  “You know you’d think that the S-class trials were coming up or something.” he finished.

Mira put her hand to her chin in thought before going off to grab the request book.  As she returned Gray spoke again.  “And come to think of it they are no girls here at all.  Well except you.”

“Hmmm….” Mira ran her fingers down the page of the book in her hand. “Ah hah, let’s see….. Well Gajeel, Levy, Lily, Jet and Droy went off on a mission together. So did Elfman and Lisanna - they’ll be back tomorrow.  Ermmm.” She kept flicking through the pages.  “Laxus and the thunder legion went off on a quest they’ll be gone a while. Cana went on a solo mission catching some thieves who keep stealing from a pub,  Erza took Wendy on a special training quest with Carla to make her stronger in battle. Oh and that leaves Natsu and Lucy who went off on their own with happy.” Go figures Gray thought, those two are inseparable.  “That’s just about everyone then.” Mira beamed at him whilst shutting her book and going to put it away.

“Wait. Mira.” Gray began, she hadn’t mentioned Juvia, he hated to ask, he knew she’d tease him about liking her.  Which wasn’t far from the truth he did care about her after all. Mira turned to face him. “What about Juvia. You didn’t mention what job she was on.” Gray finished ignoring the small blush on his cheeks when Mira gave him that look.

“Oh erm..” She opened the book again she was sure Juvia hadn’t gone on a job. “Nope, Juvia isn’t out on a job Gray.” The transformation mage looked at Gray.

“Oh, I haven’t seen her yet today so I assumed she was on a mission.” He looked down at his almost empty glass. Swirling the contents absentmindedly, I hope she’s okay.

“I haven’t seen her since yesterday.” Mira said looking kind of worried. “It’s unlike her to not be here when you’re here. Although come to think of she did leave the guild rather early yesterday.”  Gray nodded and grumbled in agreement Juvia was awfully quiet yesterday and he had noticed she didn’t smile nearly as much even when he offered to share his food with her in an attempt to cheer her up, but it only earned jeers from Natsu who then ended up with a thump from Erza. “Come to think of it, Erza and I did see her briefly last night she didn’t look well at all but she told us she was fine.” Juvia’s sick? Gray thought as Mira rambled about various things.  “I would go and check on her but-” before Mira could finish Gray was already walking out the guild.  She smiled to herself as he left. When will they get together?

 

Juvia hugged her Gray plushie to her stomach as another bout of pain struck causing her to whimper.  The water mage drew her knees up even further and bit down on her lip.  She need to distract herself from the pain.  Maybe the sunshine will cheer Juvia up. As she drew back her blue curtains she was sad to see that today there was no sunshine just a dismal overcast sky.  A Gray sky. The thought of her beloved made her smile and she drifted into fantasy land before she drifted off again.

Gray wasn’t too sure what he was doing as he made his way to Fairy Hills an hour or so after leaving the guild.  He was carrying some bags in his hands a blush stained on his face, he had quite a few times turned around to walk back home abandoning his mission of comforting Juvia.  But then he reminded himself that she was sad, sick and alone and Juvia of all people didn’t deserve that, she deserved to be happy and wear that oh-so beautiful smile on her face again.  When Gray finally reached Fairy Hills he was relieved that Juvia was the only one in it would mean that he didn’t have to sneak in to see her, he could just walk straight through the front door.  He smirked at this thought. Erza’s face.  If she ever caught him doing this he would most likely be hung drawn and quartered.  The girls dorms were off limits to all men even the master.  No especially the master, even more so after the pervy pool peep hole incident.  Gray would be scarred for life.  What has been seen cannot be unseen. Especially that.  Gray didn’t really know which door was Juvias but his feet had dragged him to one which had a rain drop on it.  This must be it.  He gulped.  Why are my hands all clammy? Then he knocked. No answer.  So he knocked again.

Juvia was awoken from her somewhat painless sleep from a faint knocking at her door.  The disorientated water mage rubbed her bleary eyes and yawned followed by a sneeze and cough.  Maybe she was hearing things, she was sick after all.

“Juvia?”  A male voice rang out.  Juvia froze. Gray-sama? No it couldn’t be she was definitely delirious. Then the voice spoke again.  “Juvia if you can hear me.” he paused as if waiting for a response but the water mage was too dumbfounded to put together a few words let alone a whole sentence. Gray-sama is outside my room! “It’s Gray by the way. I’m going to come in. Mira uh told me you felt sick yesterday so I brought you something.” Juvia heard the doorknob being twisted open causing her to squeal and pull the covers up to her eyes her face scarlet.  This was not how she imagined the first time the ice mage being in her room would be like.  Her a sick snotty mess and her room shrouded in darkness.

As Gray entered the room it took him a little while to adjust to the darkness.  “Hey uh you mind if I turn the light on?” Gray asked into the darkness.  

 

Gray-sama is my room! My room! The water mage thought she was going to turn into a puddle, she realised he had asked her a question and she need to answer to avoid weirding him out.  “Of… of course not Gray-sama.” She heard her own voice which sounded terribly hoarse from all the coughing she had been doing.  As the lights came on she winced slightly, releasing the covers before her eyes sought the form of her beloved.

“Oh Juvia…” Gray began with a softness to his voice which scared him. “You really don’t look to well…” before he could realise what he just said the water mage looked tearful and her bottom lip began to quiver.  She looks so adorable. His heart gave a squeeze.  

“Gra-Gray-sama thinks Juvia looks awful?” It was more of a statement than a question as tears started to roll down her cheeks, with that she moved to the furthest point of her bed away from him to sulk sniffling.  

“No Juvia. You have it all wrong.” He took a few steps towards her bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” He sat on the chair next to her bed. “Your sick.  I came to check up on you. You’re here all on your own after all and after you left early yesterday-”

“Gray-sama noticed Juvia left early yesterday?” Juvia hoarse voice sounded kind of hopeful and Gray realised what she meant by it making him blush.

“Uh yeah.” He scratched the back of his head and under his breath he said of course I did. But the water mage didn’t hear him.  “Ah I almost forgot I brought you some soup - chicken, your favourite.” he said as he started to rumble through one of the bags for it hoping it was still hot.

“Gray-sama brought Juvia chicken soup?” Her voice sound a bit more cheerful now. “Gray-sama knows that’s Juvias’ favourite!” She exclaimed turning around to face him beaming before falling into a coughing fit. Gray immediately forgot what he was doing, sat on the edge of her bed and reached out to pat her on the back she felt hot. And not the sexy hot. Fever hot.  She stopped coughing and smiled up at him again as he handed her the hot soup in the polystyrene cup.

“My mother always used to say that soup and some company could cure almost anything.” He smiled at the memory of his mother tending to his every need when he was sick as a child.  He glanced to his side to see that Juvia was enjoying the soup.

“Juvia thinks Gray-samas’ mother was a very wise woman.” Gray mumbled a ‘she was’ he didn’t like talking about his parents.  The previous comment had kind of slipped out.  That happened a lot around Juvia.  “Juvia didn’t have parents to grow up with she was an orphan because of the rain.” Gray was shocked, how could someone abandon her? She has so much love to give, and the brightest smile I’ve ever seen.  “That’s also why Juvias ex-boyfriend dumped her.” what a pathetic reason Gray thought, dumping her for something she thought she couldn’t control, how selfish. She’s so kind hearted surely they could’ve seen through the rain?

 

“Well he’s an idiot and if we ever see him remind to punch him?” Gray said with a seriousness in his voice, he would punch him.  Definitely.   Juvia giggled at this making Grays heart flutter.

“Thankyou for the soup Gray-sama.” Juvia smiled at him just as another cramp came along “ooooooh” Juvia groaned doubled over.

“Are you okay?” Gray asked, a stupid question really he could see she wasn’t. “Your stomach? Ah I brought you some painkillers just incase! And some chocolate - dark you like dark right?” he was panicking he hated seeing her in pain he felt helpless.  

Does Gray-sama know what time of the month it is for Juvia?  The thought made her blush profusely as he popped out a painkiller throwing her the chocolates as he got up to get her a glass of water to take the tablet with.  She thanked him as she took the tablet.

“Juvia loves dark chocolate Gray-sama.” she said as she tried to open the chocolates sticking her tongue out in concentration.  She looks so cute. Gray watched as her delicate fingers tried to prise open the box.

“Here” he said taking the box from her growing hot as their hand brushed “let me take care of that for you.” he made quick work of opening the box and handed it back to her, their hands brushed again but this time he lingered his hand on hers and their eyes met.

“Thanks, Gray-sama.” Juvia whispered.  Gray stared into her blue eyes they were so deep and alluring, he raised a hand to her cheek.

“You’re hot.”  he said, plain and simple.

“What?” Juvia asked her face going a deep shade of scarlet.  Gray realising what he just said also turned scarlet.

“I uh…” he turned away.  “Your um running a fever.” He stammered.  He needed to change the subject fast feeling her stare.  “So uh your room is nice.” how lame Gray, he thought in his head. The ice mage looked around Juvias room, he wasn’t lying it was nice.  Not at all how he expected.  He expected blue everything but instead he was met with yellowy walls with oak boards lining the ¼ mark all the way around the room, a green sofa sat off to one side, there were various dressers and a mirror lining the outskirts of her room, the bathroom joined on.  She had en suite which cost a fair few extra jewels a month but Gray knew she was shy about her body he had no idea why she was perfect.  The small kitchen area was open plan with the rest of the room a lot like a studio apartment.  He looked at Juvia who was munching on the chocolates.

 

“Thankyou Gray-sama, Juvia is glad that you like it.” She smiled sweetly at him “Would you like some?” she offered him the box to which he obliged.

 

“Thanks.” he took one out the box and ate it thoughtfully.  If you had said to him that he’d be spending a day in Juvias room he would probably have shouted, frozen some things and ran for the hills (not Fairy Hills) in fear of what crazy things Juvia would do.  But now he realised how shallow his thoughts were. Despite Juvia being sick he was actually enjoying himself. On her bed. His mind began to wander. No! I’ve got to keep this clean, she’s sick! he chastised himself. But I bet she wouldn’t mind playing doctors and nurses. he thought smugly.  He looked at Juvia again she seemed happy to. Much happier than when he had arrived and insulted her. By accident.  

 

Juvia looked up and him and saw that he was laughing. She liked his laugh, he didn’t do it much, but when he did it squeezed her heart and gave her butterflies.

“Gray-sama!” Juvia giggled.  “Juvia likes it when you laugh!” she grinned. “but what are you laughing about.” she pouted he was clearly laughing at her.

“This.” he said as he licked his thumb and wiped some chocolate off the water mages chin causing her to go red and hide her face with the covers.

 

“Juvia is so embarrassed!” he chuckled again. She was cute when she was angry and when she was embarrassed which made teasing her much more fun.

 

“Hey Juvia? Do you like candles?” Gray asked her.  Juvia blinked what an odd question.  Revealing her face once again she replied.

“Of course Gray-sama every girl likes candles. Especially smelly ones. Juvia loves the lavender ones.  And the cinnamon ones in winter.”  she looked at him puzzled.

“Oh good. I uh got you a candle actually.  To cheer you up some more.”  he felt his cheeks growing warm. He had gone a tad overboard in the shops but at the time it seemed like nothing.  He reached down off her bed to the last bag and pulled out a lavender scented candle.  He handed it to the water mage not really looking at her.  He felt embarrassed he knew she’d love it.

“OH! GRAY-SAMA! This is wonderful!” She threw her arms around him hugging him tightly.

Her hug made him feel all warm and fuzzy just like it always did, but this time he returned it. Slightly. With one arm. “Don’t mention it.” he smiled at her as she broke into another coughing fit.  He let her go suddenly to grab her water off her bedstand next to him causing her to fall face first into his lap.  

 

“Sorry Gray-sama!” Juvia choked between coughing and trying to breathe.

Gray helped her up.  “Its okay. Here just drink this.” he handed her the glass and she drank it all. Gray raised a hand to her forehead.  “You’re still feverish.” he frowned as he took the glass off her and went to make another.

“Please can you light the candle Gray-sama.” she let out a yawn and rubbed her eyes.   Gray rummaged around the kitchen drawers to find a lighter and lit the round purple candle.

“Where would you like it?” he asked the water mage who was no longer under the covers but on top of them.  She must really be feeling the fever.

“On the windowsill over here please.” Gray walked over to the windowsill and placed the candle there, it was raining now and getting quite dark outside. He hadn’t realised how much time had passed he should really get going soon.  He looked over to Juvias form on the bed and went to sit with her for a bit longer.  “Can Gray-sama stay with Juvia a bit longer whilst she sleeps?” She looked up at him with those eyes. Eyes that could melt anything and everything they gazed upon. He couldn’t say no.  Gray mumbled a disgruntled yes and propped a pillow up behind him so he could remain sitting with his legs on the bed.  Juvia snuggled up close to him with her head on his stomach and one arm draped over him, he stiffened at first then relaxed and stroked her hair cooling the air around them to help reduce her fever hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“Hey Juvia, are lavenders your favourite flower then? I always thought it was a sunflower, you know being sunny and everything.” he had no idea why he asked but he did.

“No Gray-sama, Juvia likes the smell of lavenders, and she is fond of sunflowers but her absolute favourites are tulips.” she finished looking up at him.

“Tulips?” he questioned that’s quite random.  “Any reason?”

“Not really Juvia just thinks they’re beautiful, so many colour variations and smells, they are beautiful rain or shine!” she beamed up at him. Fiddling with a plushie.  Of him.  Gray felt slightly creeped out, then remembered it was Juvia.  They remained there in silence breathing in the sweet lavender scent of the candle.  Eventually Gray heard Juvias breathing begin to even out and become regular, he knew she had fallen asleep. On him. His body sunk down the bed so he to was lying down, he knew he should go but he didn’t want to yet, maybe he’d just shut his eyes for a few minutes.  As he laid down he felt Juvia stir and shuffle up so her head was now on his chest, he knew she was listening to his heart beat.  He wrapped an arm around her securing her next to him, smiling and still stroking her hair  the ice mage soon drifted off to. He really did have a lovely day with her, he decided he liked having her in his arms. She felt right there, she was safe.

 

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When Juvia awoke the next morning Gray wasn’t next to her anymore but the bed was still warm so he wasn’t long gone. She smiled. He had spent the night with her.  She had spent the night in his arms.  She rolled over an urgent need to go to the loo.  On her way back she looked to the pillow where Gray had been sleeping and there lay a single freshly picked pink tulip.  This was the best ‘time of the month’ Juvia had ever had.

A/N: I REALLY enjoyed writing this cutie! Hope you guys liked reading it J  If you like this fic please check out my other oneshot My Answer set after 470 in the manga - Grays answer to Juvia and also my completed story fic - Liquid Ice

 

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I have this headcanon for bh&h that Emma & Killian…

IM DYING. THIS IS GOLD. Now I need you to write movie theater make out.

Anything for you, BK! A “deleted scene” set in my BH&H ‘verse (and maybe went a bit past “making out” cough cough).


New York City, 1991

She stared down at the screen, watching as a young Russ Tamblyn snapped his fingers and sang about the joys of being a Jet on a Hollywood soundstage dressed to look like a NYC alley. He was singing to an audience of one, it was a wet, miserable October night and no one else had ventured into the somewhat dingy theatre to watch a midnight screening of West Side Story on the 30th anniversary of the film’s release. With VCRs in every house and a Blockbuster on every corner now, why bother?

Her jacket lay draped on the seat to her right and an untouched bag of popcorn sat on her lap. The building was old, built as a real theatre for vaudeville shows and revues and later converted into a movie house. It still retained a hint of its former grandeur, elaborate plaster work painted a faded gold decorated the walls and ceiling and thick velvet curtains were still hung over the stage, drawn back by hand before the movie started. It even had a balcony, and she sat in the last row right next to the back wall, a beam of light from the projector shining above her and ensuring that anyone who looked in her direction would be almost blinded by the glare and wouldn’t notice the solitary angel sitting in the shadows below.

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