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/ˈzɜːrksiːz/  || Valet of the Rainsworth Dukedom

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Rather than directing time, you have to listen to it. It’ll tell you where the rift is, or where it’s torn. Time’s like threads woven into a pattern. It’s your job to understand the pattern and make sure you patch it up right. Some mechanics think you can control time, but that’s not how I see it. Time is in control of you. You just have to know how to let it guide you. How to feel it.

Tara Sim, Timekeeper

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Stiles wakes up to Derek pulling him into his lap; arms protectively wrapping around him while softly hushing him. His throat is sore, he’s sucking for air, but he’s not screaming anymore. His heart is racing, the terror still aching heavily in his chest, and he’s clutching the arms holding him on pure instinct.

“You’re awake,” Derek tells him, his hot breath curling over the back of Stiles’ neck. “You’re okay. You’re awake.”

It takes a moment of further reassuring before Stiles remembers how to breathe again. He goes limp in Derek’s arms and probably would’ve fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for Derek firmly keeping him in place. Stiles whimpers, wondering if his dad will come running, but figures he would’ve done it already if not thinking Derek could handle it.

“This was a bad idea,” Derek sighs into his hair. “I’m not helping.”

“You are,” Stiles pants out, chest still heaving and fingers still digging into Derek’s arm. He hadn’t been screaming as much this time, and despite the nightmare he has a feeling it’d be twice as horrible if Derek hadn’t been there. “Please, just— Don’t leave.”

His plea is barely a whisper, but he knows Derek heard it when he nuzzles his neck and tightens his arms around him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs.

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If what they say is true I studied it, as a child, with the Chaste.
I committed it to memory, so I could fight it one day.

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Olivia: You’re the one who’s obsessed with blood!
Henry: Hey, that’s a medical condition! show some respect!
Olivia: Oh, never mind.

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Video Game Meme / Female Characters [6/8] → Vivienne (Madame De Fer)

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10/18 : Happy Birthday My Sleepy Prince ! °₊·ˈ∗♡( ˃̶᷇ ‧̫ ˂̶᷆ )♡∗ˈ‧₊°

Wing AU (Part 3)

This is something I wanted to write for a long time anyways, but @antagonists–anonymous gave me the prompt for wing grooming, so here it is.

Set in the same universe as THIS and THIS.

On that note, Merry Christmas, everyone. I was planning on making a graphic or writing a fic for the occasion, but seeing as I don’t really like Christmas in the first place I guess I thought it’s going to feel forced?

So here you have this instead. It’s pure fluff and love and sun instead of the lousy cold weather we have right now (don’t let that GIF fool you).

Beta-read by @brizzbee

(CLICK ‘KEEP READING’ FOR THE REST OF THE FIC.)

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He would never say it out loud, but to Magnus Alec sometimes looked like a cat.

A giant, sun-bathing, lazy cat.

Which was a little ridiculous but once that thought found root in Magnus’ mind, he couldn’t shake it off. The comparison seemed even more accurate now, as he watched Alec stretch out on his belly on the large daybed on Magnus’ balcony. The warlock could still remember Alec’s bewildered expression the first time he had conjured the daybed, but by now it had become Alec’s favorite spot for what they were about to do.

Alec was already shirtless, letting the sun warm up the tattoo on his back. The younger man looked so relaxed and Magnus grinned, knowing that by the end of their session Alec was going to turn nearly boneless under Magnus’ hands.

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“Though we hope for promising years. After shedding a thousand tears, yesterday’s sorrow constantly nears. And while the moon still shines blue, by dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue!

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