let me be if you must pray for me


’ You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. ’
’ To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning. ’
’ I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness. ’
’ Well, you’re going to have to. ’
’ What about his legs? Are his calves strong like mine? ’
’ Some people might think so. He certainly thinks so himself. ’
’ Your Majesty… he’s French! ’
’ As a humanist I have an abhorrence of war. ’
’ It’s an activity fit only for beasts yet practiced by no kind of beasts so constantly as by man. ’
’ As a humanist I share your opinion. As a King, I’m forced to disagree. ’
’ You should know, you taught me. ’
’ Do you really think we should go to war? ’
’ I think we should try to do as the King wants us to do. ’
’ What if the King doesn’t know what’s in his best interests? ’
’ Because he endowed Universities? ’
’ That victory made him famous. It made him immortal! ’
’ There’s something deep and dangerous in you. ’
’ Those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul. ’
’ You must be prepared to give him the thing you most care for. ’
’ The thing I care for most is my integrity. ’
’ Do you see that young woman over there? Dressed in purple and gold? ’
’ After all, I am merely Your Majesty’s humble servant! ’
’ That would make me very happy. ’
’ Well, do you like it? ’
’ Should I like something that accuses me of being cruel? ’
’ Am I? You have no claim on me. ’
’ I have the same claim as every other lover. ’
’ You are a poet as I am a woman. ’
’ Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not? ’
’ You give us no choice but to attack and breach your defenses! ’
’ No knight shall ever breach mine. ’
’ What we lack in men, we can more than make up for in ships. ’
’ We are in an island race, Cardinal. ’
’ We have the best and bravest sailors in the world. ’
’ Your highness must be looking forward with great anticipation to your wedding? ’
’ I hear the king was a great horseman… in his time. ’
’ Don’t tease me. I don’t like it. ’
’ Will you like it when an old man tries to make love to you? ’
’ Your grace goes too far. Already. ’
’ Now you are blasphemous! ’
’ Gospel says the truth will make you free. ’
’ Your Grace, we shall drop our truth into the scales… and the scales will fall. ’
’ I write poems, I don’t know how to be “a poet”. ’
’ My Lord, I don’t know what to say. ’
’ Of course I loved her, but from a distance. ’
’ I ask myself why that should be so. ’
’ Your Majesty, I’m certain he will rule in your favour. ’
’ How dare you look at me! I am your Lord and Master, not your brother! ’
’ You are both banished from court. ’
’ You will remove yourself from my sight. Do you understand? ’
’ I have yet to decide whether to make your bedmate a head shorter. ’
’ I don’t think the English people would ever forgive him! ’
’ I promise, I’ll take you as my only mistress. ’
’ I won’t have a thought or an affection for anyone else. ’
’ Look, I don’t mean he is banished forever. ’
’ I don’t mean he is banished forever. Just as long as he breathes. ’
’ You’re going away, why? ’
’ Must you go? ’
’ We little people must put our hands into the fire if invited to. ’
’ Forgive me, I spoke of things I should not. ’
’ For me, that is the true definition of love. ’
’ I have an audience with His Majesty? ’
’ Well, the King is plainly in love with you. ’
’ What would a silly girl like you have to say to a king? ’
’ How do you like your charge, sweetheart? ’
’ It is your duty to use his love to our advantage. ’
’ Diplomacy is nearly always settled by such proximity. ’
’ I do not sleep with her. Not whilst you and I are still married. ’
’ Ah! Your Excellence, allow me to introduce… ’
’ Someone told me taking infusions was the worst thing. ’
’ I didn’t see all of his game. Now I do. I despise him. ’
’ I do believe you love as well and deeply… as any man. ’
’ Your love is most generous where it is most hurtful. ’
’ Your Majesty, I beg that you yield to the King’s will. ’
’ You speak to me of chastity. ’
’ Have you not a mistress and two children, Your Eminence? ’
’ I could be seen to be acting against her conjugal rights. ’
’ You think it’s nothing, to go back to bed with your wife? ’
’ What do you think is going to happen? ’
’ Let me make certain things plain to you. ’
’ It would mean the total ruin of the kingdom. ’
’ I hear you’ve been unwell? Is it true? ’
’ Majesty, when was I ever unwell enough not to serve you? ’
’ Have you no kind things to say? ’
’ You treat me so unkindly and in public neglect me. ’
’ The weight of academic opinion is against us. ’
’ I don’t think anything, but I imagine everything. ’
’ Do you… do you have a message from the King? ’
’ You hate him like a scorpion. And why? ’
’ Madam, you should never presume… ’
’ You should not abuse the Queen’s honor with such language! ’
’ Your Majesty must forgive me… ’
’ I would rather see her hanged than acknowledge her as my mistress! ’
’ Aren’t you supposed to be running the country? ’
’ They’re all liars, hypocrites and middle-aged men. ’
’ Would you prefer them to be women? ’
’ Have I made you unhappy? ’
’ I would only be unhappy if you ever stopped loving me. ’
’ Madame, I pray you, don’t give way. ’
’ No excellency, I shall never give way. ’
’ I notice you allow yourself none of the trappings of your great office. ’
’ Now, my love, let me conceive… and we will have a son. ’
’ Can you not plead some indisposition? ’
’ And then, I should be genuinely indisposed! ’
’ It’s a pretty head in any case, and I don’t want to lose it either. ’
’ Perhaps, one day this little girl will preside over empires. ’
’ I’m not heartless, whatever some people think- quite the contrary. ’
’ I could still do it. I could find a way to poison her. ’
’ But, why should anyone ever know? ’
’ No I wouldn’t. I’d die amartyr's death. ’
’ You understand? You don’t act alone. ’
’ You’ve never even seen a man being tortured, have you? ’
’ I’m sure we both know the object that has brought us together. ’
’ Will you take the Oath? ’
Summer Boy|| Jeon Jungkook pt.07

{pt.01, pt.02, pt.03, pt.04, pt.05, pt.06}

Jungkook x reader


Word Count: 4,883

~ Yes! This is the final chapter of Summer Boy. I just wanted to take a moment, once again, to thank anybody and everybody who had followed the story all the way to the end. You’re support has really pushed me into finishing the story, so thank you very much. Enjoy ♡


“(Y/n)! Please wait!”

I grabbed what I could find of my clothing, it was difficult with the tears in my eyes and my shaking hands. With only my denim shorts on and the rest of my clothes pressed against my naked chest. Jungkook stood in front of me, trying to get my attention but I was desperate to run. I moved away as he tried to touch my shoulder and I walked around him with unclear words leaving my mouth. I went to reach for the door as he called out for me from behind but I was startled to see the door open by Taehyung. He was taken aback with shock as I pushed gently by passing him.

  “I just have to go.”


I woke up the next afternoon in my own bedroom. Embarrassed completely by the events of last night, I had made a total fool of myself in front of everybody. I had gotten straight home and into bed, my phone laid next to me dead and I got dressed as I put it to charge. I was lost in thought replaying the night in my head when I came to realize that the house was dead silent. I know it had to be at least 11 am and yet not a single noise could be heard in the house.

I stepped out of my room, going from wood to the cold tile on my feet, I looked down the hall into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being there but the faint smell of breakfast from probably hours ago. There were eggs on a plate with a slice of bread already cold that they must have left me. I had no appetite regardless, picked up the plate to clean it up. I suddenly remembered Coco agreeing to help the boys pack up last night during the cookout. The rest of the girls must have gone along to help. I was making my way back into my room when the back door opened loudly behind me


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I start to regret everything that happened in January. I don’t want them anymore. You can keep all the memories, if it were even worth remembering for you—but do me a favor and please please please don’t get them mixed up with your other girls’.

This is all the goodbye I should’ve meant. The jealously are worth nothing. Go ahead and love her and watch me watch you unflinching. Let’s just highlight the whole pages and marked them nonsense. I had to admit I still try to find us sometimes in the ripped papers. [noted that it is ripped. noted that I shoved it down the fire now]

I start writing poetry again and I can listen to those songs now. I won’t let you ruin my favorite song. I won’t let you ruin this safe heaven. This is where I learn to put myself above the idea of you / of letting you go / of wishing you would just fucking come back. This where I stop romanticizing pain. This is where I stop scrubbing my skin with glass to dug you up. This to say: I let you hurt me—that shouldn’t have happened. I start to be honest to myself: you don’t love me. you left. that isn’t really the end of the world.

I stop praying for you lately. Go smoke all your feelings and then see me putting my care to some other people. He keep telling me wait till April. Wait till April. And I kept screaming WHAT? AND THEN WATCH HIM LEAVE? WATCH HIM GOT ME UNDONE AGAIN? WATCH ME TELL MYSELF: SEE? I TOLD YOU SO

This is in which she admits all her poetry is about you;
in which she understands why she must
let go

and in which she knows sometimes writing poetry and letting go
is the same thing.

Bowling date

Characters: Jeongguk & You 

Genre: fluff fluff fluff (i was supposed to write something else but watching his vlive distracted me and apparently i haven’t written fluff with him before)

Words: 2422

Summary: Jungkook is trying to be cool but fails (because he’s too cute for his own good) featuring you trying to impress him with you non-existing bowling skills.

Originally posted by jjks

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Forgive Me Father... (M)

Originally posted by flouki

Warnings: Blasphemy.  Sin.
Word Count: 2100
A/N: This wasn’t a request, this is just how my mind works.  
I saw Taecyeon dressed as a priest, I remembered the Pretty Reckless song “Going to Hell,” and now we’re all on our way into the pits…
Also, I read a Priest!Soo/Incubus!Chanyeol fic and my Priest kink was reawakened a few weeks ago.  Thank you Universe.

Taecyeon sat in the confessional as the parishioner said her thanks and left.  Most of the confessions had been the same.  The married women, sinful thoughts and desires for another man.  The single women confessed to impure thoughts and masturbation.  

It no longer shocked him, the sinful confessions.  After the first few months of being the new young priest, he predicted a few admirers here and there.  However he never expected that nearly half of the parishioners, both male and female, would take such a liking to him.

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Summer Love - a Tom Holland imagine

So this is my first imagine that I’m posting on tumblr; and who better to write it about than Tom Holland!

This is based off of the song Summer Love by One Direction. I’m not really a One Direction fan (though I used to be), and when I couldn’t sleep at 01:40 am last night, I found myself listening to some of their songs, this one being one of my favourites. Whenever I listened to this song, I always imagined this little story to go along with it, and last night I decided to write that story and make it into an imagine!

Synopsis: Tom and Y/N have spent the whole summer together falling in love, but now summer is over and they must part.

I know it’s a bit strange to write about this kind of thing at the beginning of the summer, but oh well.

Y/N = your name       Y/E/C = your eye colour

Word count: 2704 (jeez, I didn’t realise that it was this long!)

Hope that everyone enjoys this! Let me know what you think: should I write more imgines? Have a great day!

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Will you be my Valentine?

TITLE: Will you be my Valentine?


AUTHOR: lifeistooshorttowasteyourtime.tumblr.com

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is planning to confess his love for you on Valentine’s Day, with orchids and a poem he himself wrote. Someone from the Avengers (who has a problem with Loki being in their team now) catches him in preparation and mocks him, saying “Oh, a monster in love, nice.” This gives Loki a pause as he is reminded of his heritage and his past deeds....

RATING: safe

NOTES/WARNINGS: I don’t have anything against the Black Widow but I think she could be the most suitable to say that cold comment. I apologize for my grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading! I’d love to know what you think.

It was February 13th, the following day would be Valentine’s day and some of the Avengers were planning what to do with their partners while the single ones living in the Stark Tower just didn’t give it a thought. What no one knew was that Loki, the last one recruited to be part of the team, was planning his own thing. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but he had fallen in love with one of the members. She didn’t have powers, she was just the best with computers so she was contracted, being a lose second hand to Tony. (Y/N) was friendly, cheerful, passionate about what she did and stood her ground, no one could make her feel inferior to them and Loki loved that. She was kind hearted but with a strong personality. Loki knew she liked romance so he did one of the things he was best about, use words. In a poem to be exact. And he bought orchids, her favorite flowers.

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Leonard Cohen Sentence Meme

Part 1 - Suzanne, Hallelujah, Bird on the Wire, Closing Time, First We Take Manhattan, You Want it Darker.

Change pronouns and such as needed.

  • “You know that she’s half crazy but that’s why you want to be there.” 
  • “You want to travel with her and you want to travel blind.”
  • “You know that she will trust you, for you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.“
  • “Only drowning men could see him.”
  • “All men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them.”
  • “He, himself, was broken long before the sky would open.” 
  • “He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.”
  • “You think maybe you’ll trust him.”
  • “She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters.”
  • “They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever,”
  • “You don’t really care for music, do you?”
  • “Your faith was strong but you needed proof.”
  • “Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.”
  • “She broke your throne and she cut your hair.”
  • “From your lips she drew the Hallelujah.”
  • “You say I took the name in vain but I don’t even know the name.”
  • “There’s a blaze of light in every word.It doesn’t matter which you heard.”
  • “I did my best, it wasn’t much.”
  • “I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch.”
  • “I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.”
  • “And even though it all went wrong, I’ll stand before the Lord of Song with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.”
  • “Like a knight from some old fashioned book, I have saved all my ribbons for thee.”
  • “If I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by.”
  • “If I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you.” 
  • “I have torn everyone who reached out for me.”
  • “I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.”
  • “You must not ask for so much.”
  • “Hey, why not ask for more?”
  • “I have tried in my way to be free.”
  • “She’s rubbing half the world against her thigh.”
  • “It’s partner found, it’s partner lost and it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops.”
  • “We’re lonely, we’re romantic and the cider’s laced with acid.”
  • “I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss.”
  • “I can’t say much has happened since closing time.”
  • “I loved you for your beauty but that doesn’t make a fool of me. You were in it for your beauty too.”
  • “There’s a voice that sounds like God to me declaring that your body’s really you.”
  • “I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there’s nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime.”
  • “Looks like freedom but it feels like death. It’s something in between, I guess.”
  • “We’re drinking and we’re dancing but there’s nothing really happening.”
  • “The place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night.”
  • “I lift my glass to the Awful Truth.” 
  • “It’s once for the devil and once for Christ.”
  • “I loved you when our love was blessed, I love you now there’s nothing left.”
  • “They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom for trying to change the system from within.”
  • “I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them.”
  • “I’m guided by a signal in the heavens.”
  • “I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin.” 
  • “I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons.” 
  • “I told you, I was one of those.”
  • “You loved me as a loser, but now you’re worried that I just might win.”
  • “You know the way to stop me, but you don’t have the discipline.” 
  • “How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin.”
  • “I practiced every night, now I’m ready.”
  • “I am guided.”
  • “Well it’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded.”
  • “First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.”
  • “If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game.”
  • “If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame.”
  • “You want it darker? We kill the flame.”
  • “Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name. Vilified, crucified, in the human frame.”
  • “A million candles burning for the help that never came.”
  • “You want it darker?”
  • “I’m ready, my lord.”
  • “There’s a lover in the story but the story’s still the same.”
  • “There’s a lullaby for suffering and a paradox to blame.”
  • “It’s written in the scriptures and it’s not some idle claim.”
  • “We kill the flame.”
  • “I struggled with some demons, they were middle class and tame.”
  • “I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim.”
  • “A million candles burning for the love that never came.”
  • “If you are the dealer, let me out of the game.”
  • “If you are the healer, I’m broken and lame.”
  • “Maybe I’m still hurting, I can’t turn the other cheek.”
  • “You know that I still love you, it’s just that I can’t speak.”
  • “I looked for you in everyone.”
  • “I lived alone but I was only coming back to you.”
  • “They’re handing down my sentence now and I know what I must do.”
  • “There are many in your life and many still to be.”
  • “Even in your arms, I know I’ll never get it right.”
  • “I’ve got to have your word on this or none of it is true.”

Sick, disease, got me
On my please god let me be.

A trick of the mind, a cell locked in time
Where nothing is everything and everything is mine.
Make no mistake the mistakes are all made,
All the best laid plans on paper never get laid.

Love with full heart, to thy own self stay true
And doors thought to be closed will be open to you.
Trust in your wings, young grasshopper,
To fly you must jump
Keep moving, don’t stop, get out of this funk.

Now with a head full of ash I land on my knees
Praying to a needle for a little relief, a few moments of peace.
Will I ever be free?
What beauty, what glory?
Disaster is all I can see,
Mister Authority Figure,
When I grow up all I want is to no longer be.


–A throw back from my younger years, last year.

Love Your Way

When others say
you’ve done enough
love a different way
pray you’ll get through
you must be drained
you come along
telling me to keep on
loving like I do, because
this world is a better place
you stop the pain
So, these words are to say
I am grateful for you,
the way you slip in
awaken my world
let me know with your words
I’m safe in loving this way

Blood of Passage: Part Sixteen


Cyrian studied Nate’s slender fingers. Years of art discipline were worn in those hands and Cyrian knew what it would mean for Nate if they were ruined. He also remembered when he had saved Nate when his fingers were almost destroyed. The male thanked him through physical means; sometimes he wondered if Adrien knew about that peice of history between him and Nate.

“You going to live? Or is your crippling fear of broken fingers going to render you catatonic?”

Nate glared at him. “Fuck you.”

“Name the time and place.” He could feel Bay’s glare from afar. It would seem his back to himself again. He kissed the air between them. “You too, Sweetheart.”

Nate rolled his eyes and walked away, his arms over Bay’s shoulders. He turned to find Blake staring at him. “Paint a picture, it lasts longer.”

“Maze found you.”

“She asked me to come and save your sorry asses. No thanks needed.”

“You didn’t need to save us. We had the situation handled.”

“Careful, Sunshine. With an ego like that your head will become too big for your body.”

“Oh look who’s talking.”

“Whatever. I’m getting out of here. Places to go, people to kill. Busy male, I am.”

“I’m sorry about Tania.”

“Don’t say her name. You don’t get that honor.”

“She was my friend.”

“And I’ll be the last face you see if you keep testing my patience.”

Blake shook his head, “Mother, you’re a dick.”

He turned on his heel and walked away. The sooner he got from these fools the sooner he would have Malyus’s blood on his fingers.

Five foot five and a combination of hazel-green eyes, freckles and ashy blonde hair, Baylor looked at him with a small grin and Nate was relieved he was okay. The male only went up to his shoulders but Baylor was a nonstop heart attack that would be the death of him.

“I am more than ready to get out of here,” Baylor said. The male was leaning into him, his fingers thrumming the spot right right above Nate’s right flank, his fingers a hummingbird’s wings against him. Nate loved it. “I need coffee and I need it now. I can actually taste it. The caffeine withdrawal is killing me.”

“You know that coffee stunts your growth, yes?”

Baylor glared up at him, “I hate you.”

He kissed Baylor’s temple, “Love you too.”

Baylor snorted, his fingers still fluttering at his side, Baylor slid closer to him and Nate’s heart was pounding in his chest, so he tightened his arm around Bay’s shoulder.

He could feel Zevakyn’s eyes on him and he looked to see he was right. Zev gave him a small nod and he returned it. Bay looked between them and a frown tugged at his mouth. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That nod that looked like you just signed a blood oath.”

“He… told me to not hurt you.”

Bay’s eyebrows hit his hairline, a flush in his face. “Why would he care if you hurt me or not?”

“Because he’s your friend?”

Baylor snorted, “I don’t have any friends besides Ash and you.”

Blake walked in time with them. “Now that’s just mean, Bay. We let you raid our personal libraries and you don’t even consider me or Adrien your friends. I’m broken. Just heartbroken that you have such a low opinion of us.”

Bay’s face flushed and he started to stammer. “I-”

“Too late,” Blake said dramatically. “The damage is done and my heart is broken. It’s your fault and now I must mend the pain by seeking out low companionship. I just pray Aurora can look past this and still find me to her liking.”

There it was. That laugh that Nate rarely heard from Baylor and a sharp piece of jealousy struck him for it not being the one to make him do it.

“Blake,” said Baylor. “Aurora almost killed you. Why would she like you?”

Blake turned to Nate. “Neither you or Cassian told him? I’m shocked. My baby brother can keep his mouth shut after all. Someone find me a history keeper so we can mark this day down as one we’ll never forget.”

“Blake,” Baylor said. “You give a bad name to us blonds. Dacia and I are going to have to kick you out of the club. You are tarnishing our reputation.” Nate started to choke on laughter.

“What does that even mean?” Blake said.

“Your stupidity outweighs your good looks.”

Blake just grinned. “Bay, do you think I’m pretty?”

Bays face was red but he said. “Pretty stupid, yeah.”

Blake laughed.

Nate grinned. “Oh, Baylor. You are a delight.”


Zevakyn wondered if he would ever fit into a group like the one before him. With all their problems they would kill for each other and somehow, it made him feel incredibly alone. Bay looked up, meeting his eyes. “You didn’t die.”

He grinned at him. “Nope.”

“Did you forgo your usual talk-your-way-out policy?”

“I..yeah. I kind of guess I did.”

“Too bad.” Bay shrugged. “Although I did tell you.”

He snorted. “Yeah I guess you did.”

Bay looked so much different than he did only a week before. He was lighter and brighter and Zevakyn found he was happy for him.

As Zevakyn walked, he noticed Bay’s fingers. They were always moving, always in motion. It must be a tic. He wondered if Bay realized he did that.

“I’m glad you didn’t get dead.” Bay’s lips twitched, an amused glint in his eyes. “For such a nice male.”

Oh if only he knew just how unkind he had been in his life. How ruthless he had been and how that cost him his Chelia. But the look in Bay’s eyes..he wasn’t far from the truth. He was too smart for his own good. But if Bay could tell him about his past, he would tell Bay about his. It was only fair. And the male saved his life, he could never repay back a kindness like that.


Blake couldn’t stop smiling to himself. They were so close, the cave entrance just ahead of them and he could feel her at the end of it. She was waiting for him and if she was waiting, that meant she knew about the bond and if she was waiting it meant that they had gotten the process of her staying in the other courts for a while started. And the look on his brother and Bay’s faces were icing. They were all getting out and he was relieved. He just hoped Cyrian too got out. Despite him being a total dickhead to everyone. And that Adrien would be okay, Cauldron knows his brother didn’t deserve what happened to him.

“You reek.” Bay grimaced. “Please tell me you plan on bathing before eating. You’ll spoil your food before it even touches your lips.”

Nate opened his mouth, “I reject that statement. I smell wonderful.”

Bay snorted, “Yeah, eau de old blood really brings out the lavender in your scent.”

“Eat and bathe at the same time. Cauldron knows you’ve done it at least once before,” Blake said.

“I have not.”

“Have to.”

“How would you even know if I’ve done that? Do you walk in when I shower or something?”

“And see my brother’s bony ass? I think the fuck not. You leave plates in the bathroom and half the time I trip over an apple.”

“Either you’re lying or your are an uncoordinated man-duck who needs our mother to nurse your wounds.”

Blake ignored him and stopped. “Can you feel it?”

“The wind.” Zev said.

“Were at the end,” said Nate. “Fucking finally.”

He agreed.


Tarus clutched the sides of the toilet, chills and tremors convulsed through him as wet coughs burst out of him. He could hear the dripping of the water, the sound of a male’s sobbing in the next room. He could hear his own screaming in his ears. Everything was too loud and he couldn’t quite remember where he was.

The bile in the back of his throat burned as he tried to force himself sick, to get the tremors to stop and to come back from this thing, this sickness that made him unable to touch others without recalling images from his past.


He leaned backwards, his back to the wall before he looked at the female. “I’m fine.”

Cauldron,” Mazakynn knelt down to his side, her hand reaching out to touch his face. He flinched back, his head hitting the wall, and she froze. “Do you remember where you are?”

“I-” He faltered. No, he didn’t know where he was. Where was he?

“You are out. You are safe. You are in Varalis, the home of the Morrigan and her mate, Azriel. I will not hurt you, Tarus. Neither will they.  Okay? Tell me you know that we won’t hurt you.”

He could see the sincerity in her eyes, the warmth of her smile but it was all drowned out by the thudding of his heart in his ears, the unshed tears in his eyes that made her image blurry. “I’m fine. Go make sure Adrien’s okay.”

“You are not fine. Tarus, who hurt you?”

“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done with.”


No.” He was yelling and he hurt his own ears. He tried again, more quiet. “No.”

He tried to stand up, his legs trembled beneath him and he caught himself before he fell to the ground. He’s okay. Hes okay and he would be fine. He just needed to calm down. He looked to Maze, “I’m fine. Really.”

“Blake shouldn’t have asked you to get Adrien out. It’s obvious that physical contact triggered something in you. You should have let Nate or Zevakyn get him out.”

“I almost killed Blake. I was-”

“It doesn’t matter. The Blond Bimbo can take care of himself. You need to let someone help you!”

“Who?” He snarled. “My adoptive father who let priestesses carve me apart to cure my sexuality? The males who cut me open and take my blood by force to get themselves high? The males who tried to r-” He stopped short. “I have no one to help me. I can’t go home. I can’t see my sister and tell her who I am because if I step foot in that court, they will have to kill me to get me to leave. I can’t go home. I can’t get comfort from my family because my so called father doesn’t love me.” His voice shuddered. “I have no one.”

Her face broke apart and he realized he said too much and he didn’t know how to take back his words. He should have just said he was fine and to walk away. Instead, he let himself slide back down, his knees brought to his chest and his hands were in his hair.

The awful truth of it was, he had no one and he should have let Bay kill him in the Blood Rite. It would have been a kindness to die beneath the male’s hand and to never be able to feel this burden ever again.

“Look at me,” Mazakynn said. He didn’t.

Look at me, Tarus.” her voice was firm and he found himself dragging his eyes up to meet hers.

“I don’t have anyone either. Not any more. Unless you count Adrien.” She paused. “My father and brother beat me to a pulp and I learned to hide my bruises. I told myself that there had to be a reason for them to do this.  I watched what I said and did. I tiptoed around them both until I realized that it was them who were wrong and I fought back.”

“If you want a family, Tarus, I will be your family. We have both been fucked up too much to ever be considered sane.”

He blinked. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you saved my mate.”

“Your mate? Adrien?”

She paused. “He doesn’t know. Please don’t tell anyone.”

His lips stretched into a humorless smile. “Who am I going to tell?”

“With dark humor like that,” she laughed quietly, “you will fit right along with the rest of us.”

Would these people just welcome him in after what he did? He almost killed the spymaster’s eldest son, the Morrigan’s eldest son. He threatened their youngest. When they find out they will kill him for it and he would burn in hell. He would never meet his sister or go home to the Dawn Court. It was the punishment he had expected since before entering the Blood Rite.

Mazakynn cocked her head, “Who is your sister?” He knew what she was doing. She was trying to get him distracted. To get him to calm the rush of panic in his blood.

“She’s the heir of the Dawn Court.”

Her eyes widened. “Aurora Luxmea is your sister?!”

“Do you know her?”

“No, I don’t but…”

He leaned forward. “What do you know about her?”

She hesitated. “I know that she had a poor excuse for a father. I know she’s highly skilled in combat and that Blake has the hots for her.”

“He told me he didn’t.”

“No, he’s not in love with her. But he is in lust with her.” She sat down next to him. “Is that why you tried to kill Blake? Because of his feelings for her?”

“No. I tried to kill him for trying to kill her.”

“Oh sweetie. Blake could never hurt Aurora. Ever. It just isn’t possible.” her eyes were liquid amber. “He may be a slut but when it comes to her, Blake would sooner cut his arm off than hurt her.”

“Then why is he so protective of her if he doesn’t love her? Why didn’t he raise a hand to me unless it was just to defend himself? Why is he so passionate?”

She snorted. “You give him way too much credit. I would tell you what I knew about them but I was sworn to secrecy and unlike my mate and his brothers, I know how to keep a secret.”

“You told me about Adrien.”

Her smile was a devious one. “Yes I did. But I knew you wouldn’t say anything.”

His heart had finally gotten back to its regular rhythm and he could finally breathe. He palmed his eye and groaned. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I- I forgot where I was.”

“You’re sweet.” She said. “Too bad I’m in love with an arrogant hothead or else I’d steal you for myself.”

“Who would you steal me from?”

She brought her fingers up to her lips. “Can’t say.”

He felt himself start to smile, “that’s very considerate of you.”

“Are you better now? Do you still need me?”

No. But it’s a start.  “Go help Adrien.”

She flashed him a brilliant smile and headed out the door. Pausing for a brief moment she turned back around. “Welcome to the family, Tarus.”


Adrien pulled his legs up to his chest. He could hear his parent through his shadows. He could feel their rage and despair and he knew it was him that put it there.

“Our son is broken, Az. He is going to fall apart unless we help him. I don’t know what to do. Our son is too young to be like this. Those beautiful wings…what do we do? What do we do to help our son?”

His mother was crying and he knew right now his father’s arms were around her, his chin on her forehead and he’d murmur how it would be okay and he would do everything he could. Too bad Adrien didn’t believe his all powerful father could save him.

He laid his head down to his pillowed and curled up on his side, his tears wet against his face.


He opened his eyes, “Maze.”

She climbed up onto the bed with him, her warm fingers were pushing back his bangs, “Im so sorry this happened to you.”

“It’s my own fault.”

She sighed and laid her head next to his. “I love you, Adrien. I love you so. so much and it scares the hell out of me and I don’t know how to help you.”

He had waited so long to hear those words come from her but he didn’t want them. Not right now when it took him almost dying to get her to say it. When he felt like he had been disgraced and ruined and ashamed. So instead he turned away from her and closed his eyes, letting sleep carry him into oblivion.


Heres the next part:) I think there are two or three parts left before the next section of the story but here’s the next part of the blood Rite. Please, please leave a comment XO

Amour Étrange Part 4

Pairing: Draco x Reader
Word Count: 2,428
Warnings: fluff
Author / Editor: @magicology101 / @saxxxology

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Three days after your meeting with Malfoy in Hogsmeade, your OWLs are upon you. You finally know what all the now-sixth-year students were terrified about. The night before your Charms examination (your first examination), you almost pulled an all-nighter, practicing Levitation and Growth charms and testing your knowledge on the history of seven different spells. You kept studying until almost three in the morning, and when you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, a quick rest of your eyes turned into a deep, four-hour slumber.

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Better Off As Lovers (Philip x Reader) (Pt. 2)

Summary: You run away with Philip


Part One


Dearest Father,

I, in no way, meant to hurt you. As much as it pains me to leave the only life I have ever known, I must. If I stay with you, I will go mad. I cannot live as though I am just your property. I am so much more than that, and I pray that you will realize this sooner rather than later. I am unbelievably upset that I have to leave you like this, but I cannot only blame myself. You forced me to marry a man whom I could never love. You refused to let me marry the man I truly love, for that, I have to leave you. Philip and I plan to elope in the coming days. I will you could be there, but I know you would never allow it. You would tell me that I am being foolish for marrying him, but this is my life; I have my own mistakes to make.

I hope that you will be able to understand why I left. Instead of being angry, please try to get along with Secretary Hamilton. You both only want what is best for this country, but you both refuse to listen to each other. Only if you are able to resolve your differences, Philip and I will return home.

With much love,

(Y/N) Jefferson

You put down your quill and fold the note. Slowly, you approach your father’s study and set the note on his desk, careful not to touch anything that looks important.

Your maid smiles at you as she hands you a bag of food and a few, simple dresses. You give her a hug and quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. For everything.”

She shakes her head slowly. “Go. He’s waiting for you. I’ll make sure your father reads the note. Be safe.” She gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before you walk out. You go over to the stables and take your horse, praying that she won’t cause too much of a fuss.

You stop at the butcher a block away from the Hamiltons. As soon as you see Philip, you tear up. This is really happening. He notices right away and takes your hand. “Dearest, what’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath. “Nothing. It’s just-I never thought that I would do this.”

He looks up at you. “Do you want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

He smiles and climbs onto the horse with you, taking the reins.

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You

  Request: So a tall girl, around Tom’s height is dating/engaged/married to Tom, and she hasn’t had the best day at work, her boss is being an arse. And she is cooking dinner when he comes home, he notices she isn’t in a great mood and starts to sing “Can’t take my eyes off of you” by Frankie Valli while dancing around the kitchen with her.

Summary: See above ;P

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 754

A/N: I hope this is okay! I wasn’t quite sure how to really push the tall girl thing (seeing as how I am not one), but hopefully the language indicates she is his height or there about.  Hope you enjoy!

             Comfy pajamas, comfy pajamas, comfy pajamas, you repeated to yourself as you trudged up the steps to your flat.  Swinging the door open, you tossed your bag onto the chair by the entrance and made your way to the bedroom where your comfy clothes resided.  Checking the time, you decided that you should go ahead and get dinner started.  The comfy clothes would have to wait.

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Prayer When Transitioning

Loving Creator,

I come before you today to ask your blessing, in this as in all things. I come in thanksgiving and praise that you have guided me into better understanding of my Self.

First, thank you for the courage to discern what your will is for me, rather than blindly accepting what this world has assigned me to. In transitioning, I do not reject the body you have given me. Rather, I hope to mold it into something that, being more fully me, can more fully serve you.

I ask you to bless me, Holy Lord. I ask your blessing over my transition, my transformation. I present the tools of this transformation to you today – binding, tucking, surgery, hormones, etc. – and ask that you bless them. I offer these tools, my hopes, my all up to you; may my body be made into a living sacrifice for you.

As I shape my body to better fit my true self – the self you have planned out for me since before I was born – may I always remember who it is that shapes my soul. Help me remember that the spirit takes precedence over the flesh, so that I can view this transition as one of many that I must make to develop my spirit into a holier Image of you.

Do not let any struggles I experience in this matter weaken my faith in you, and I pray that you will celebrate all my little victories with me. Protect me from discouragement and ill will, and help me fashion both body and soul into vessels that better serve you. Oh most loving, most compassionate God, help me keep these words of yours close to my heart, rejoicing in their truth and striving to fulfill them:

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, they are a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” (2 Cor 5:17)

I can never thank you enough for always loving me. Through the grace of your Son, I ask you to guide me to the best self that I can be. All glory be to you,


Ratatouille  {Sentence Starters}

  • “It isn’t stealing if no one wants it.”
  • “I killed a man… with THIS thumb.”
  • “I was just trying to stay out of trouble!”
  • “Did you nod? Have you been nodding?”
  • “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted.”
  • “Can I interest you in a dessert this evening?”
  • “Should I be concerned about this? About you?”
  • “When all is said and done, we’re all we’ve got.”
  • “Keep your station clear… or I WILL KILL YOU!”
  • “This is the way things are. You can’t change nature.”
  • “The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations.”
  • “We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.”
  • “Okay, I’m gonna let you out now. But we’re together on this, right?”
  • “The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully.”
  • “It’s like you’re involving me in crime, and I let you. Why do I let you?”
  • “No one know for sure. He changes the story every time you ask him.”
  • “If you focus on what you left behind you will never see what lies ahead!”
  • “If you’re gonna name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious.”
  • “I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don’t disappoint me.”
  • “Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere.”
  • “You know what I’m craving? A little perspective. That’s it. I’d like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective.”
  • “Ratatouille doesn’t sound delicious. It sounds like “rat” and “patootie”. Rat patootie! Which does not sound delicious.”
  • “You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from.”
You Saved Me

You Saved Me

Characters: (Gil x Reader) Rich, Rob, Matt, Misha, Chris

Summary: Your at your first con when the impossible happens. You meet your favorite actor and things wildly progress from there.

Word Count: 1511

Warnings: Swearing, always with the swearing.

A/N:  So after our amazing weekend at #vegascon16 @supernaturalismalife challenged me to write a con fanfic. So here we are almost 2 months later and I’m finally getting it written out. Hope you enjoy it, my love! (P.S. I still miss your face)

Tags: @supernaturalismalife, @thetardishasaquidditchpitch, @animefanatic1728, @ohheyitsmik, @autoblocked, @growningupgeek, @torn-and-frayed, @sherlock44@oriona75 @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @aprofoundbondwithdean @angelautumn09 @hellooo-tricksters @balthazars-muse @sharenaloveyoux @jodyri @busybee612@torn-and-frayed

Y/N: Your First Name
Y/F/N: Your Friend Name

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10 years old.
Future policewoman.

I hear a soft knock outside my classroom door today and there stands one of my reading intervention pupils. She wants to practice writing her name and soon we got to talking about Islam. She tells me about fasting for 30 days for Ramadan because “if you love God then you fast” from sunrise to sunset. She teaches me that Muslims cannot eat pig because he “has Satan in his body. If I eat him, I die.” She tells me she must pray five times a day and wear her hijab, or head wrap, all the time. She gazes at me, smiles, and says that she feels most beautiful when wearing her hijab. I have her put it on to show me and she was clearly correct. However, our school doesn’t let her (or any of the other Muslims who make up 39% of the school) wear them during the day because we were founded by the Church of Uganda. Sometimes the others at the schools say bad words to her for being a Muslim, even teachers she says. I tell her that whether she’s green or purple, big or small, Christian or Muslim, she can always be my friend. She giggles and asks if I will go to mosque with her one day; I happily comply but only if she lets me borrow her “smartest” hijab. We pinky promise and she continues writing her name over and over again with a joyful grin across her face.

I think I made a new friend today.

Request: Stress

Request: The reader being insecure/stressed but covering up well(sassy,jokes, etc.), Tig finding out and making her feel better (can be Smut if you feel like it) 

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut

Originally posted by thegavelcorrupts

I was a tick-timing bomb. Seriously, I could explode in seconds if someone pulled the right trigger. I mean, obviously, not in a good way. Why I was so stressed? Well, I’ll give you one name. Alexander Trager. Yes, my old man was the reason. Alex simply couldn’t stay away from troubles, I lived wondering what would be the next one. Now, he was on Damon Pope’s radar and that guy absolutely wasn’t kidding.

I was trying not to be a bitch with anyone, since nobody deserved it. Consequently, my way to hide my stress was being sarcastic, sassy or tell jokes, laugh aloud. Alex seemed clueless about it, being just the same. Speaking of him…

I had come home back from work, took a bath and made dinner, which got cold after hours of no sign of Alex. He hadn’t texted or called and I was pacing inside the house by the time he got home, late at night.

“Hi baby”, He greeted me. I watched, arms crossed over my chest, as he closed the door, “Are you still awake?”

“No, I’m not”, I scoffed and headed to our bedroom.

“What did I do?”, I heard him whimper behind me, “I texted you, told you not to wait awake”

“No, you didn’t”, I barked, entering on the bedroom and grabbing my phone. There was no message and I held it on his face, eyebrow raised.

“Sorry baby”, he grimaced and tried to reach for my waist.

“Oh no, it’s okay”, I dismissed him with a wave, “I like being awake until late at night when I have to wake up early for work. Just for fun, you know”

“Wow! What happened?”, he held his hands up. I crossed my arms, clenched my jaw and stared at him. Alex held my look and after a few seconds I relaxed and started to breathe deeper, tearing up, “Baby”, he muttered and I let him pull me to his arms, “What is wrong baby girl?”

“You”, I mumbled, hiding my face on his chest, wetting his shirt. I had my arms firmly wrapped around his middle.

“Me?”, I felt him try to pull back to look at me. Shit, now I was worrying him too. My words must have triggered all the red alerts on his head.

“You worried me a lot”, I muttered, still clinging on him, “I pray when you leave home in the morning, when my phone rings and it’s you or the boys, when I’m waiting for you to come home…I know what I was getting into, but I can’t help worry about you”

“I’m fine, I’m here”, Alex kissed the top of my head, “Relax and breathe doll”

“Oh Alex!”, I pulled back to look at him, “How can I do that? All these things, Pope and…”

“You are stressed baby”, he slid his hands down my sides, “I know I did that to you, but-“, Alex gripped my thighs and lifted me. I gasped and wrapped my legs around him, “-I’m also the one that can help you to relax and I’m planning to do that right now”

He smirked and before I could say something, we both fell in bed. “Alex!”, I squealed and he hovered over me, smirking.

“Yeah, keep screaming my name”, he winked.

“Oh you’re unbelievable!”, I laughed. Alex held my wrists and pinned them above my head. He wasn’t grinning anymore, his eyes were all lust and I sucked in a breath. He lowered his lips over mine, massaging them in a slow kiss. He grazed his teeth over my low lip and I opened them, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. I felt his boner through our clothes as I bucked my hips up. We both moaned and gulped for air.

“Feeling better now?”, he chuckled, resting his forehead against mine, rolling his hips.

“No, not even closed”, I whispered.  

Alex growled and knelt on bed taking off his kutte and unbuttoned his shirt. I sat and pulled off my own clothes, laying to take off my sweatpants. Frantically, Alex got rid of his remaining clothes and soon was over me again, both of us naked.

He squeezed my breasts, burying his face on them. He sucked my nipples until they were fat and hurting; he let hickeys all over my chest as I pulled his hair and moaned. His cock slid through my folds and I wrapped on leg around his waist, bringing Alex closer.

“Fuck me”, my voice was raspy, I tossed my head back on the pillow, giving him more access to my neck. Alex ignored me and kept rocking his hips, “Keep doing that and I’ll cum”

“And I’ll make you cum again”, he nibbled my low lip and then traced it with his tongue, “And again”

“Oh God”, I whispered as he continued to rub my clit. We set a pace, a rhythm as we continued kissing. I was breathing soundly, whining his name as the orgasm build inside me, “A-Alex…”

I came, hard. All the tension leaving my body and my legs turning into jelly. I held him close, our breaths mixing, moaning with our lips inches apart. Before I could recover, Alex pushed inside me with one single move.

“Fuck!”, I swore and he grinned.

“Who said you were allowed to cum?”, he knelt in bed, spreading my legs more for him. His grip was hard, I would have purple marks in the morning, for sure. I locked my eyes with his and held his arms, pulling him to me. Alex leaned to kiss me, but I pushed him, changing positions, staying on top of him.

“What did you just say?”, I grinned, moving my hips. He clenched his jaw hard and closed his eyes. His hands grabbed my thighs harder, I put mine over his chest and started to ride him.

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl”, he talked to me, lifting his arms to squeeze my breasts. I moaned louder, lowering myself onto him. He was deep inside me, balls deep.

“O-Oh A-Alex”, I stuttered, shivering. He pulled me to his chest and I kissed him, muffling my moans. His fingers caressed my spine, like he was playing an music instrument and I clung on him, trembling as I came again.

“Fuck!”, Alex swore, bucking his hips up, making me whine as I still felt my orgasm. He grabbed my ass cheeks and moved me a few times, until he spilled his cum inside me. I laid over Alex’s body, feeling his arms around me, my weak self relaxing even more.

“That was fucking awesome”, I smiled, tracing lazy circles over his chest, “I feel better now”

“I told you-“, he chuckled, “I was just what you needed”

“I though sex was what I needed”, I laughed, propping myself up to look at him.

“Practically the same thing”, he shrugged, “A-L-E-X”, he spelled, “S-E-X”, he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh shut up!”, I playfully hit his chest and he tickled me, both of us rolling in bed. I stopped laughing as he laid by my side, weight over his elbow, “Thank you”

“For what?”, he smiled, eyes following his finger tracing lines over my belly.

“For being just what I need”, Alex’s eyes met mine and his smile grew wider.

“Even with all the troubles and the stress?”, he asked. I caressed his face and his hair.

“All that baby, all that”, I said, pulling him closer again.


“remember when you told me that you won’t let me go?” you utter, looking at the stone cold floor.

trying to have a catch at yourself not to break down, silently praying that Fate must be wrong this time.

“i remember everything. That i told you i wouldn’t break you.” said he, breathing unsteadily and glances to look at you.

feeling like you’ll be drowning with no air, seeing the man who build you up yet build you down.

nodding your head and sighed, letting the memories flood you and hurt you once again, making you weak for the nth time.

“ i thought i forgot you.” you desperately stated, making you look at him straightly, seeing his mouth parted and stares at you confusedly.

“but i- i can’t help myself to still love you.” you chuckled softly, blinking your eyes rapidly and smiles a little.

“i want to forget you but my heart has an own mind.” adding to what you said and wipes your tears with the back of your hand.

after one year and half of not seeing each other makes you prove everything is wrong, saying you’ve moved on. But actually,did not.

finding some words to say, making his heart pulse quicken as it pace. wanting some words to be blurted in easy go.

“but you know hosh, maybe. just maybe, words aren’t enough to save someones relationship.” shutting your eyes, nodding your head agreeing to your own remark.

how funny, Love can make you riled up to it’s pace, but can’t assure you what’s going to happen. either,
you’re paying in, or putting it aside to save.

“i’m sorry, i was not a good man to take care of you” standing at his seat and bends his one knee, kneeling infront of you.

grabbing your cold hand to touch with his that made you wince at his sudden action.

clenching his teeth and squeezes your hand tightly, “ i never told you to Forget me. i’m sorry for leaving you behind. But i came back, i’m here because I love you.”

nipping your bottom lip and shakes your head wanting to pull his tight grip on yours but he wasn’t letting you.

“you hurted me, you let me live with no connection and did not know what happend to us, Soonyoung.” you spat dull- fully, wanting to jab at his face.

“and it was hard for me too, I know i was selfish to go on my way without and prior words but i’m always here.”

“if you were here all the time, it would not be hard for the both of us, Soonyoung! i wish you just told me everything and made me understand what will happen.” breathing heavily to what you fire and puts your hand in your chest.

tightly clenching your shirt, “I have heard everything, you forgot me.”

“how can i forget someone i love so much and made me crazy going back to her?” he answered quietly, wiping your teary cheeks.