may he find a forever home

anonymous asked:

Hi TT :), I just went on your marauders threads masterpost and none of the links worked. Honestly it might be my computer (I have a super nasty virus atm) but then it might not be. To give you an idea, every time i scroll over the links the typing cursor comes up (y'know the one with the lines that highlights stuff) I've refreshed the page quite a few times and nothing seems to be working. I will carry on refreshing and see if it will work, but for now I just thought you ought to know :)

(( OOC: Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on there. :P I’ll try and get that fixed… but in the meantime… let’s see if this works: 

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Prince & the Pauper

HEY hi I love all your imagine and they make me melt inside and UGH Anyways my request is maybe a prince!Shawn falling in love with a maid!Reader and those two working out a way to get married <3 thank you love you

Alright people, this one is about to be hella cheesy as hell and I’m not mad about it. As you know I try to be as realistic as possible with these imagines, but, this was something fun to write so love it or hate it, I thought it was damn entertaining. Love you all ❤

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‘Okay, Y/N. You finish making the prince’s bed, I need to get started on the master sweet for the king and Queen.’ My co worker and friend, Maria, smiled at me.

'Have a grand ole time doing that.’ I chuckled, fluffing up the prince’s pillow. She rolled her eyes, before leaving room and shutting the door behind her.

I sighed in content, looking around his room. I checked my watch, seeing it was almost 2 o'clock which meant the prince was almost done with his duties and that I could see him for a few minutes.

Being in a secret relationship with a prince whilst I worked here was a very unsuspected. I never thought I’d fall for him, but, his amazing personality with those beautiful, brown, soft curls with the brown orbs to match, it was impossible.

The only surprise though, was one night when everyone was asleep and I was working late, he kissed me and told me he was falling for me. I, of course, told him I felt the same way, our relationship being secretive ever since.

It had been 8 months since that night and I’d never been happier.

I heard the door open as I turned around, seeing his beautiful face appear, a grin planted on his face.

'Shawn…’ I sighed, running towards him as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist tightly, holding me as close as he could.

'I’ve missed you and it’s only been one day.’ He mumbled in my hair, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. I sighed, lifting my hand to touch his wrist, holding it gently.

I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. 'I’m never going to get sick of kissing you.’ I chuckled, caressing his face with my hand.

'You don’t have to,’ he smiled, grabbing my other hand, staring down at me. 'I’ve been thinking, Y/N, what’s stopping us from getting married?’ My eyes widened, staring at him in admiration.

'Shawn, your country and your parents…you have to think of them too. They wouldn’t want the help being married to you.’ I reasoned, giving him a half hearted smile.

'I don’t care what my parents want. My people, they’ll learn to love you and accept you for who you are. Y/N, we can do this!’ He grabbed my shoulders, staring at me.

'What if they don’t? What if I’m not good enough? Think about it, Shawn.’ I grabbed his forearms, biting my lip.

'Then I’ll give up my title.’ He concluded. I frowned at him, stepping away from him.

'Shawn, you do that and I’ll never forgive you. You can’t just say no to what you’re born to do.’

'I’m born to find happiness and you make me happy.’ He grabbed my face, holding it in his hands. 'Please, Y/N…’ he lowered to the floor, getting down on one knee and staring up at me. My eyes began to water, my heart thumping in my chest. 'I know that I have a title that will forever follow me around until the day that I die, that I have to take care of a country and place that is my home and you may not be a princess or royalty…but to me - to me you are so much more then any of that. I can’t promise you a fairytale wedding, but I can promise you my heart. Please, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my princess?’

I let out a chuckle, tears cascading down my cheeks, my heart warming at the sight of him. 'When you put it like that…’ I joked, grabbing his hand. 'Yes. One thousand times, yes.’ I exclaimed, jumping on him, kissing his lips.

He held me tightly, the kiss starting to get a little more heated as I heard the door open, pulling away immediately to see his mother and father, standing outside the door.

'Son, what is the meaning of this?’ His father asked, shock and a mixture of utter confusion on his face.

'Father, I can explain everything…Y/N and I-’

'I don’t want to hear this, son.’ His mother interjected, anger planted on her features. 'With the help? If all people…’

'If you’ll just listen to me-’

'How long has this facade being going on, Shawn?’ His father asked, standing closer to us. Shawn put his arm out in front of me, almost as if he was protecting me.

'8, glorious and happy months. Haven’t you noticed since I’ve been seeing Y/N secretly I’ve wanted to go to the events you make me go to, I want to do the balls, galas and anything else you can rope me in to. Knowing I have someone to come home to that can make me feel normal for even just five minutes is what I want in my life. Which, is why I’ve asked her to marry me.’ Shawn sighed, staring at his parents shocked facial expressions. I remained quite, feeling small and helpless in this situation. 'I don’t care what you say; Y/N makes me happy and loved, I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

'That is out of the question.’ His mother dismissed. 'The press would have a field day of the fact that our son, in only a years time to be crowned King of our country, is playing fairytales with the maid, who is not of royal blood.’ She glared at me, her features serious and terrifying. 'You’re fired. Pack your things and leave as of immediately.’

I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing this was bound to happen. 'Yes, you’re majesty.’ I bowed my head down, going to move around Shawn before he stopped me.

'She doesn’t go anywhere. She stays here, with me or we both leave.’

'Are you threatening us?’ His father bellowed, getting closer to his son, who was taller than him by only a few centimetres.

'You’re not being fair. You’re sticking to tradition which can always be changed, starting a brand new tradition of not having to marry royal blood to be royal can be something that can connect us with the people more.’

'Shawn! Stop with this nonsense! You’ve left me no choice but to do this the hard way.’

'Shawn,’ I whispered, touching his shoulder, 'it’ll be alright, sweetheart. You’re going to have to let me do this, please.’

'No, you’re not leaving me. I need you.’ He turned around, grabbing me and pulling me into his chest.

'Guards!’

My eyes widened, feeling panic starting to erupt in my stomach and throat. I heard the stampede of feet hitting the ground as four guards made it to Shawn’s room.

Shawn gripped onto me tighter. 'I order you to stand back.’ Shawn warned, the guards now conflicted on if they should follow the current king or soon to be king. 'Take one more step near us and when I’m king, you’ll be returning your amour.’

'Shawn, stop being childish!’ His mother ordered.

'I’m not being childish! You are! I’m trying to be happy, to have some normality, please let me have some normality in my life. I love her, mother.’ Shawn kissed the top of my head, whilst I felt the first tear fall since this conversation. 'Please, don’t make me lose the one thing that makes me happy.’

His mother stared at me before sighing, 'Come here, child.’ She ordered me, making my palms sweat. I let go of Shawn, walking slowly over to her, curtsying in front of her. 'Do you love my son?’

'With all my heart, your majesty.’ I answered honestly.

'You’re willing to give up your normality to live this life?’

'Yes.’ I answered without hesitation. She stood closer to me, giving me a small smile.

'I’ll have to train you to be the best princess you can. There’s no backing out of this now.’

I nodded, feeling my eyes water in happiness.

'Is she truly the one you love, son?’ His father asked, staring between the two of us.

'Yes, father.’ Shawn gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers. 'She’s the only one for me.

'Then you have our blessing.’

Those were the only words I needed to hear. I could finally marry the man that I loved and who I’ll always love.

Change - Mark (END)

“I can’t believe it.” He keeps his eyes on the positive sign imprinted on the tester. His hand cups over his lips, dumbfounded for awhile. “You’ll be a great mom, you know?”

Mark’s words hold me in place. I’m suddenly too slow for a runaway. It’s been awhile since I’ve heard such honest words from him. Hearing them is different from believing them though. I couldn’t sell myself out just yet. I’m far too vulnerable and it scares me that I just might let Mark win. “It’s not that I won’t or will be a great mom. It’s that I’m not ready to be a mom.”

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“I’m being forced to go to a poetry reading by this visiting author i’ve never heard of and i’m waiting for it to start when you sit down next to me and i try to make conversation, and yup, you’re the fucking author” au

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Jyn needs to pass Latin American literature in order to graduate next month.

And she is. Kind of. Well, almost.

She will be passing once she gets her extra credit points from attending this goddamn poetry session.

She’s never been quite the best at analyzing literature or writing essays or poems or anything of that kind of sort (she’s a maths kind of girl or more specifically, a programming kind of girl), much less anything past British literature. But she needed to knock out her goddamn global cultures and writing flags before she graduated, so she figured the class could kill two birds in one stone.

The only minor problem being that, her stone was not killing either birds, figuratively.

Which is how she finds herself at some dumb poetry reading by a Mexican author of sorts who is supposedly an alumnus or grad student or other at Yavin University of which her professor could not stop going on and on about because one of his former students was published—and really, Jyn can’t help but roll her eyes to the back of her head.

It’s a bloody poem, Christ, not a cure to cancer.  

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Without (1/2)

“You take him to the hospital.”
“What about you?”

She doesn’t answer, knows the question is more rhetorical than anything. The answer is obvious. Even if Gibson is delirious, even if he might only be imagining that he hears Mulder, she cannot ignore the possibility that he’s right. That Mulder is really out here somewhere. “You’re so close now,” he said. God, if that’s true…

I’m sorry, Gibson. I have to try. Skinner will protect you. You can trust him.

She doesn’t know if he can hear her, if he’s out of range or too sick, but she hopes he will understand, somehow. Behind her, she can hear the car door slam and the engine turn over. The sound of the tires rolling over the dirt carries for a long time across the stillness of the desert air; when it finally fades away to nothing, Scully closes her eyes and holds her breath, as if she will be able to hear Mulder if only she tries hard enough.

The silence sits heavy in her ears. She holds the breath until her lungs start to burn, until Mulder’s name pulses in her ears in time to her heartbeat. Blinking her eyes open, then, she lets the air out in a long, slow exhalation and bends down to pick her flashlight up off the ground. She sweeps the beam in a wide arc in front of her, eyes straining into the darkness for a glimpse of something, anything, that might indicate Gibson was right.

Where are you, Mulder? Am I really so close to finding you?

Setting her jaw, she fixes the light in the direction Gibson was staring when she found him. It’s as good a place as any to start.

She is struck by the sudden and intense sensation of deja vu, of searching a wide open desert for a missing Mulder, so long ago. So much has changed since then, and yet here she is, five years later, doing the very same thing. She dreamed of him then, too, she realizes. The thought gives her hope, not that the horrors she’s been seeing in her nightmares are real, but that if he were truly dead and gone, she would somehow know.

Longing swells in her chest, expanding until she might burst from it, until it can only escape as a cry into the night.

“Mulder!”

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A Funny Feeling - Superboy x Reader

Originally posted by itcuddles

Requested by Anon - an imagine where the reader falls into the Young justice universe, with Superboy developing a crush on them (but not knowing what it is)


There was a flash of light, and suddenly you were falling. You screamed as your body began to tumble uncontrollably in the air. The spinning made you ill, and the swirling of the pavement below made time slow. You knew there was no way you were going to survive this. Closing your eyes, you prepared for impact. 

Suddenly, someone slammed into you. Two well-muscled arms slipped around your legs and upper back, pulling you into a brawny chest. The air went out of your lungs as you felt the person who held you land heavily on the pavement. You heard the pavement crack under the force of their landing. 

“Ahh,” you squeaked, wrapping your arms around the person’s neck to keep from falling out of their arms. You took a moment to get your bearings before meeting the blue eyes of your savior. 

“Are you…,” he started before his voice faded off. You took in his dark hair, and chiseled chin while he stared at you with wide eyes. He still held you tightly in his arms as you let go of his neck to get a look of the symbol on his chest. A red superman ‘S’. You frowned at it before everything clicked.

“Oh my,” you remarked, looking up at Superboy’s face again. You finally recognized him. “No…it can’t be…” Superboy’s brow crinkled in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a gust of wind. 

A yellow blur stopped in front of you and Superboy. “Nice catch, Supey,” Kid Flash praised as you paled at the sight of him. You recognized him right away. He winked at you. “You must be an angel since you fell from the sky.”

“Leave her alone,” Artemis chided, striding up behind him. Your eyes were wide when you recognized Artemis too. “No one needs to deal with your cheesy pick-up lines.”  Kid Flash turned to snap back at her, entering into an argument. 

“You can put them down, Superboy,” Robin teased, swinging down next to the two of you. “Unless you want to carry them.” Superboy blushed, setting you down on your feet. You held onto his arm as your knees felt too weak to stand. This had to be a dream. The heroes from the TV show couldn’t really be here.

Aqualad walked over to stand next to Robin while Ms. Martian floated down to land beside you. “Are you alright?” Aqualad asked, watching you with concern. You must have looked as shocked as you felt. 

“I…,” you gasped, taking a long look at each one of them. You observed Superboy kept his eyes on you the whole time. Fear tingled in your gut as you slowly sat down on the ground. “This can’t be real,” you muttered to yourself, burying your head into your hands. “This has to be a dream.”

“What has to be a dream?” Superboy questioned, tilting his head at you as he sat down beside you. The other heroes crouch around you while Artemis and Kid Flash continued arguing a distance away.

“This,” you said, gesturing around you. “You guys can’t be real.” You pinched yourself to see if you’d wake up, but nothing happened. “Oh boy, this is real.”

The heroes around you looked at each other, having a silent conversation. However, Superboy’s gaze never left you. “Why did you think this isn’t real?” Robin asked after a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Because you only exist in the TV show and comic books,” you exclaimed, a headache brewing in your head. “None of you are real.” Ms. Martian was about to speak, but a passing shadow distracted her. You all looked up to see Superman floating there.

“Is everyone alright?” he asked, landing in front of you. His gaze lingered on you, making you feel a little faint. You met Superboy’s eye.

“Please tell me he isn’t real,” you begged. Superboy just continued to stare at you, not sure what to say. Aqualad pulled you back into a standing position.

Superman heard your words, taking a step forward to tower over you. His eyes were kind, but you were terrified. “I’m as real as you are,” he answered. You gulped as someone landed behind you. Spinning around, you met the white lenses of Batman. His eyes narrowed at you as you began to sway. You are embarrassed to say, but you fainted. 


It was about two months since you fainted. The league questioned you intently before deciding you weren’t a threat. They moved you into the cave with the team until they were able to find you a way home. Unfortunately, it was looking like you would be stuck here.  

Not that Conner would mind if you were never able to go home. He didn’t understand it, but a funny feeling buzzed in his chest every time he was close to you. It was an odd, yet pleasurable feeling. 

Conner didn’t understand what was happening to him. The genomorphs never programmed him with anything of this nature. He probably would have dismissed the feeling all together if it wasn’t for one conversation.

It was the weekend, and no missions had been assigned. Due to the boredom, Dick, Wally, and Conner were lounging around the living room of the cave. Dick and Wally were trying to make a tower out of playing cards while Conner was staring blankly at the far wall, thinking of you. Batman had taken you to visit Doctor Fate to see if there was a magical way to get you home.

Dick and Wally whispered to one another as they glanced over their shoulders at the distracted Conner. Wally got a playful smirk on his face as Dick started building the base of their card tower.

“So, Supey,” Wally began, nudging Conner’s leg. “What’s the deal with you and (Y/N)?”

Conner raised an eyebrow, blushing slightly. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Wally chuckled, helping Dick place a card on top of two balanced ones. “I mean why do you get doe-eyed when (Y/N) is around?”

“Doe-eyed?” Conner asked, startled. He didn’t know what that meant, but he doubted it was something good.

“He means that you stare at them with a love-sick expression on your face,” Dick explained, balancing two more cards on the table. 

Conner’s eyes went wide in surprise and embarrassment. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know?” Wally exclaimed. The volume of his voice shook the cards on the table causing Dick to frown at him. 

“The genomorphs never programmed me about…this feeling,” Conner explained, wringing his hands together. His stomach twisted as both Wally and Dick sent him curious looks.

“What feeling?” Dick questioned, freezing to stare at Conner. Wally’s mouth just dropped open.

Clearing his throat, Conner felt he could trust Dick and Wally enough for a straight answer to what his feelings were. “When I’m near (Y/N) I get a funny feeling in my chest like I have heart palpitations, but it’s not. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, it feels like my breath is taken away.” He looked at Dick and Wally imploringly. 

Dick and Wally traded looks before they both burst out laughing. Conner’s face reddened, humiliated. He started to get up to leave, but Wally sped in front of him to stop him. 

“Calm down, Supey,” Wally said, taking a deep breath to stop his chuckling. “What you’re feeling is normal.”

“Yeah Conner, it sounds like you have a crush on (Y/N),” Dick replied, abandoning his card tower to stand at Conner’s side.  Conner’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

“A crush?” he asked, switching his gaze from Wally to Dick. 

Wally smirked at him. “The genomorphs didn’t teach you what a crush was?” Conner stared at him blankly while Dick punched Wally’s arm.

“You’re not helping him, Kid Mouth,” he scolded before turning to Conner. “A crush is when you like someone romantically.”  

“Oh,” Conner remarked, finally understanding. He nodded to Dick before turning to leave the room. 

Wally zoomed in front of him, stopping him again. “Dude, so are you going to ask (Y/N) out?”

“Is there a point? (Y/N) may have to return home at anytime.” Conner responded. He knew that “asking someone out” usually came after the revelation of liking someone romantically, but it seemed pointless.

“Well, take a chance. Don’t tell anyone this, but I overheard Batman say that it is unlikely that they will find (Y/N) a way to get home,” Dick stated plainly, lowering his voice. 

Conner’s heart ached at Dick’s words. He hated how you may never get home, but a small part of him was glad you may be here forever. “How would I ‘ask out’ (Y/N)?” Conner inquired, grimacing at the devious grins that grew on Wally and Dick.

“Don’t worry, Supey,” Wally reassured, slipping an arm around Conner’s shoulders. “We’ll help you.” Conner began to wonder if he made a mistake talking to these two.


A day later, you were lying on your bed in your room at the cave. This whole experience was surreal, but amazingly cool. If you had to be completely honest, you were enjoying your time in this universe, but you missed your home. 

A knock on the door made you rise from the bed. However, when you opened the door, you were surprised to see Superboy standing there awkwardly. He hasn’t spoken to you since the day he caught you, but he always seemed to stand close to you when you were in the same room together.

“Hi Superboy,” you greeted, giving him a friendly smile. He stared at you for a moment before clearing his throat. 

“My name is Conner,” he replied, studying every part of your face. “You can call me Conner.”

“Okay, Conner,” you answered. You paused a moment for him to continue, but when he said nothing, you prompted him. “What brings you to knock on my door?”

Conner blinked at you before glancing back down the hallway. “Could I speak to you in private?” You leaned out to peeked down the hallway only to see Kid Flash and Robin quickly duck behind a corner. 

“Sure, come in,” you offered, stepping aside. He marched in, standing beside your bed gawkily. You locked the door behind him. A smile came to your face when you heard two cries of disappoint echoing from the hallway. Conner and you stared at each other for several moments until he finally spoke.

“Ever since I met you, I get a funny feeling in my chest when I’m around you. I talked to Wally and Dick, and they explained the feeling means that I like you romantically,” Conner explained, clenching his hands to ease his nerves. 

“You like me?” you asked, stunned. It had never occurred to you that all his staring was because he liked you. 

Conner bit his lip, blushing as he looked down at his feet. He gave you a slight nod. “Wally and Dick also told me I should ask you out since I have a ‘crush’ on you,” he continued, his entire face burning red. “So, do you want to go out with me?”

Your mouth dropped open as your heart fluttered with excitement. A big smile grew on your face when you gained the ability to speak. “I would love to go out with you, Conner.”

“Good,” Conner answered, clearing his throat. He shuffled his feet nervously. “May I pick you up tomorrow at five?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” you replied, giving him a big smile. Conner made to leave, but you stopped him. “Conner, I want you to know that Batman told me yesterday that I may never get home.”

“I’m sorry,” Conner responded. His blue eyes were filled with sympathy and a glimmer of something else. “But I like to think that maybe it gives us a chance to know each other.”

You gave him a small grin. “Yeah, maybe,” you commented as Conner left the room. Maybe if you could never get home, you would be able to find a life here with Conner.  

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So just a lil life update as I may become pretty MIA in the coming weeks ( I’ll explain the photos at the end)

So firstly Brum has escaped twice this week and we are struggling to contain him our neighbour is being a complete ass and encourages his dog to come across the road and run up and down our fence barking he full on cheers it on
So we are on the move AGAIN forever trying to find a better home for my dogs it’s been a miserable last few months as things have gotten worse and worse containing Brum and dealing with two terrible neighbours
However we have been applying for house which is never easy with pets where I live but we got approval for a house early this morning
I was over the moon the yard sounds perfect! But we need to do a final inspection tomorrow to make sure before we sign to move but it’s all looking good.

Though as many may know I work with my parents and when I arrived at work this morning mid marketing meeting I found out my pop is seriously ill and I may need to go interstate to help my nan out.
Though to get this house we need to move in two weeks and have our current house cleaned and vacated in 3 weeks.
So for now my parents will be going to Victoria to help my nan and pop and we are working on moving house and in three weeks I will probably pack the car and dogs up and head down to help out.
It’s all very full on and I am just hoping my pop can get through this and will be okay he’s such an amazing person!

So if I’m missing a bit over the next few weeks I’m just caught up moving house and being with family

On a lighter note I went to a dog rescue fund raiser at a pub and there were so many dogs in the pub I won a fish tank in a raffle and drank a lot.
Also the pub allows dogs in it all the time so my friend and I plan to take our doggos for Sunday seshs

Destiel Fic List

The year 2015! 


Short fics -

Flight Paths Home

Cas and Dean are roommates, neither one of them aware that the other is secretly flying around the city in the guise of a superhero saving innocent lives–even if they do regularly stitch each other up. Cas is quite convinced he’s in love with Dean however, yet Dean is interested in someone else. Someone he “works with.” Someone that later comes crashing through his window with a familiar face.

Rated T for violence.

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Nightmares 

Forced to walk home in the dark, Cas is followed by two suspicious men. Rushing into a phone booth, he dials the only number that comes to his panicked mind and accidentally, or perhaps conveniently, gets Officer Dean Winchester.

Rated T for violence. 

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Havsrå

Known as the “Sea Wife”, the Havsrå is the oceanic equivalent of the Huldra and is the keeper or warden of the seas. Passing sailors can get her good graces by offering a coin, food or gloves (in cold weather) as a gift. In return, she may reciprocate the gesture with a warning of any any approaching high winds, storms or icy conditions. She may also help fishermen who show her such favour with information about how and where they can land a big haul.

Havsrå can take many different forms but usually appears as an incredibly beautiful woman with long, flowing hair that she is often seen combing atop rocks. Sometimes her back is hollow (as with the Huldra) and she has many aquatic features such as a fishes tail where her legs would be. She may also transform into the guise of seals, sea birds or other marine animals.

There are also Havsmän (“Sea Men”) but it is not know if they are connected to the Havsrå. Some believe that the two are sexual partners and this is how their existence continues but others say they are solitary creatures (much more like the Nøkk). The Havsmän can often be seen walking or waterskiing on the ocean waves just before a storm.

The Havsrå lives at the depths of the ocean in an underwater castle on the seabed with enormous halls, each one finer than the one before, where she lives with her children and other aquatic vættir. Under favourable weather conditions a sailor may catch a glimpse of her palace which has given rise to tales of sunken castles out at sea.

It has been known for a handsome sailor to stumble upon a Havsrå castle and that he be taken in to live with her forever and lose all memory of their home and life back on land.

Sometimes, if a fisherman happens to pull in a remarkable catch, he may find in his nets a Havsbarn (“Sea Child”), a child of the Havsrå. If he takes such a child home and raises it as his own, the Havsbarn will grow up to be the greatest of fishermen and possess a mystical connection to the sea that others lack, despite living out their life as a normal person. One day, when they have reached adulthood, the Havsbarn will hear a call from their mother, the Havsrå. They will then reveal their true nature to their adopted parents and thank them before sailing out to sea and jumping in, never to be seen again. Many Scandinavians who come from remote islands and seafaring families claim that their ancestor was such a Havsbarn.

It has been known for a Havsrå to stop a passing ship and offer to buy it’s cargo. It is wise to be polite and take the deal, as the Havsrå pays very well and rewards the kindness with good wind in the sails and fine conditions. On the other hand, refusal or rudeness will invoke her wrath and the ship may soon feel her power, sinking down to the murky depths.

An Unexpected Reunion

Bilbo leaves Erebor on a grey, overcast day. The land seems to share his grief and the weight of his heart makes every step an effort. As he casts one last look over his shoulder, the Lonely Mountain stands proudly before the darkening sky, her slopes covered with fresh snow.

Erebor will thrive and prosper. But Bilbo doesn’t think he will return to see it.

In his memory Erebor will forever be the home from Thorin’s dreams and memories. Without Thorin, it will not be the same.

“Do not be so sad,” Gandalf advises him. “We all must leave when our time comes.”

Bilbo sighs, nods, and turns back to the road ahead. They’d all agreed Thorin’s death had been noble, befitting of his status, and the sort of end every grand King may aspire to find. And maybe Bilbo is just a hobbit who understands little of great kings, and legends, but he’d rather have seen Thorin live. It might not have been as grand or noble, yet all the nobility of the world cannot weight against life and laughter.

Though it matters not. Thorin is moving to the Halls of his kind, and Bilbo is going home.

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Endless Nights, Endless Cries

To say that Atsushi was surprised…was an understatement.

In fact, he was far too shock to even recognize the mixture of feelings dwelling up inside his chest, throbbing, aching, shouting. It had only been a few minutes since his mind registered the soft yet broken sound lingering around his ears, though the pain in his heart felt like it had always been there from the very beginning. The white-haired teen felt himself shaking, losing his breath even—and all he could do was stare at the young man, his mind as blank as ever.

Beside him, Akutagawa was burying his face on the palm of his hands. A few hiccups escaped his lips, followed by string of coughs, but to Atsushi it sounds more like an excuse to try to hide the sobs coming out from his own mouth. From his view, the detective could not see the tiny droplets of tears soaking the other’s pale face, or how it painted his cheeks in an inartistic portrait. The muffled sobs he heard was heartbreaking enough that Atsushi thought he’d break down as well if he saw the other unclasp his hands from his face.

It wasn’t the first time Atsushi saw him had nightmare, and he’s certain it would be far from the last. And though he had seen him struggling to forget loads of bad dreams in the past, that was the first time he saw Akutagawa cry, show vulnerability in front of someone he had considered a rival before all these secret meetings ever happened.

Atsushi didn’t even know how it all started—or how his supposed enemy Mafioso became his lover after declarations of hatred and promised revenge. All he knew was that one day, Akutagawa let him see past his stoic face and nonchalance, lips against lips in a comforting rhythm he allowed himself to listen to. And though they might be in different sides of values, or even grew up believing different versions of what’s right, their hearts still beat for each other’s name and maybe, that was all that mattered—for now.

Akutagawa inched closer to his lover, prying his hands away from his eyes. He snuggled his face over the other’s chest, seeking for certain comfort he’d been yearning for ever since the night chased the sun away. The white-haired male wrapped his arms around the other’s waist in retaliation, whispering soft promises to his skin in the fortress of their shared futon.

The former tipped his head back, revealing his swollen eyes for Atsushi to see. Black irises slowly rose to meet heterochromatic ones, silently pleading him to tell him everything’s going to be okay, that there’s still something human inside him.

He held his hands.

“You’re still with me, Akutagawa. I’m here for you, okay?”

He kissed him on the forehead.
“Your scars will remain scars, you can’t erase them. They’re a part of you and the only thing you can do is prevent them from ruining what you are now. It’s going to be okay, trust me.” A smile appeared on his face, on normal occasions it would have been returned with equal fondness from his lover, yet today was not the day. Instead, Akutagawa snapped—creating some distance between them.

“How can you say everything’s going to be okay?!” Ironic. Because just a minute ago, he’d been dreading for Atsushi to say those exact words. “You don’t understand. Unlike you, I’m unwanted. Nobody cares about me.”

His face broke into a laugh, bitter tears spilling from his black orbs in queue. For a moment, Atsushi wondered whether he said the right words or if he just made it worse. He clenched his fists, enough to draw crimson red from his palms.

“You received Dazai-san’s acknowledgement effortlessly. One thing I’ve always wanted, yet…I’m still here. Still too far for him to see.” He closed his eyelids, feeling the liquid warming up his entire body. He might be powerful, but he’s still a human. He might be nonchalant, but he’s still a human. He might be considered heartless, but he’s still a human. He might be a Mafioso, but he’s still a human.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is a human, yet he’s a monster to people’s eyes.

A monster, undeserving of love.

“I wish I can take your pain away. I really do.” Atsushi whispered, burying his head on the former’s torso. There it is again, his soft voice soothing the rage within Akutagawa, something touching his stoned heart. He’d always been weak for Atsushi, always searching for the warmth only the man-tiger could provide. Their hands locked together as if they had done the same thing a million times before. Through the touch, they burned—though they can never pull away.

“You told me my past doesn’t have anything to do with me anymore, right? The same could be said to you. You have to let go, Akutagawa…” He breathed the other’s scent. “Let go, and I’d be here to catch you.” The detective promised.

The tears escaped once more, accompanied by the red tint on his cheeks.

“I love you. You know that, right?” Atsushi‘s voice held sincerity, and wasn’t that the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard?

He met his lips on a chaste kiss then, breathing nothing but each other’s honesty. He touched his cheeks tenderly, sweeping away his bangs to tuck behind his ears. Everything seemed beautiful, perfect even—and in their own little world, nothing existed but the two of them staring at each other affectionately. No past, no Dazai-san, just Atsushi and Akutagawa in the confines of their love and comforting words.

Atsushi fell asleep just a few beats after the exchange. He ran his his fingers through the other’s fluffy hair, feeling the soft tendrils tickling the palm of his hands. His warm breath touched the bridge of his nose, easing, calming.

And maybe outside their shared bedroom, there were wars. There might be people fighting for their lives, or struggling to find the home they never had. Someone out there might even be getting himself drunk, waiting for his lover to come back, but really, who cares? As the past may continue to hurt the both of them, or how ghosts chase him in the dimness of his existence, he knew. He knew Atsushi would always be there for him—and no amount of scars was going to change that.

“Good night, Atsushi.”

And in that moment, Akutagawa prayed Atsushi will be forever his.

[END]

NOTE: So here’s my contribution for the Akuatsu week, Day 3: Recovery! Um, I hope you guys like it and I’m so so so sorry for how shitty this is. //hides

13 reasons why

My reasons why the tv show portrays reality:

• At school you can feel like everyone is making fun of you. You are not paranoid, you are being bullied.

• Some people are more sensitive than others, the words have more value for them.

• When a boy touches a girl’s ass he may think it’s just for fun but the girl doesn’t know how to protect herself from this assault. She isn’t just a body, she is a person!

• A photo about you is personal and no one should show it to others without your approval. That photo can ruin your reputation forever.

• When you come back home you expect to find tranquility, listen to your parents fighting and screaming makes you feel uneasy in your own house.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fics based around Steve or Bucky being outed without their consent? Any verse is fine. Thank you.

i hope these work?

Líonaigí'n oíche le greann is le spórt by  lanyon

In which Tony and Clint believe that Steve and Bucky have been forced out against their will (until it emerges that Steve and Bucky were never actively trying to hide their relationship).

On the Air by debwalsh

When Steve is invited to drop the New Year’s ball in Times Square, he gets more than he bargained for. A passionate on-air New Year’s kiss shared with a prominent glam gay icon changes Steve’s life forever, and may end up costing him the one person who means the most to him. But when one door closes, another one opens, and Steve may be looking at the opportunity of a lifetime, courtesy of a little reality show.

In which Steve Rogers finds himself in the all the old familiar places, Tony Stark finds he can go home again with the right companions, and James “Bucky” Barnes finds himself looking to figure out his place in history. Pepper Potts and Natasha Romanoff discover the joys of having a real live doll. And Sam Wilson is the beacon of hope for everyone in Stark Tower.

The Physicist has painted a gorgeous piece based on this entire story.  Go adore ithere !  And check out the lovely cover art by Lovesfic here!  Thanks!

7Jun15: Updated irregularly as time & muse permit. In queue.

23Mar15: Chapter 14, Underneath, is up!

Nothing’s As Sweet As Super Soldiers In Love by heartsdesire456 (not 100% on this one)

Informally titled: Bucky Barnes Loves The 21st Century Almost As Much As He Loves Steve Rogers

“Captain America’s mystery lover! That’s what everybody’s talking about.”

Bucky turned around as soon as he heard ‘Captain America’, only to see Tony had on some entertainment news report and his latest photo of sleeping Steve was flashed up on the screen beside the person talking. “Hey, what’s that?” he asked, hopping over the back of the couch to land beside Stark.

“Your Cap lovin’ gone viral, I guess,” Tony said, turning up the volume.

“Rumors spread like wildfire with the first photo of Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, was posted to a comically named Instagram called ‘GodBlessAmerica36’.”

Casual Encounters by MoreThanSlightly (cadignan)

“You have never once been careful in your entire life.” Bucky huffs out a laugh. He looks away. “Maybe I’m offended you didn’t think to ask me.” He says it like a joke, but he can’t bring himself to laugh again.“Bucky,” Steve says, scandalized. “You’re my friend. I’m not gonna use you to experiment sexually.”

Have you heard? These YA books are being made into movies:


1. A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Description on Goodreads: When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a beast-like creature arrives to demand retribution for it. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal, but Tamlin—one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world. As she dwells on his estate, her feelings for Tamlin transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie and warning she’s been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. But an ancient, wicked shadow grows over the faerie lands, and Feyre must find a way to stop it… or doom Tamlin—and his world—forever.

Movie status: in development


2. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

Description on Goodreads: A horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.

Movie status: in theaters December 2016


3. Looking for Alaska by John Green

Description on Goodreads: Before. Miles “Pudge” Halter’s whole existence has been one big nonevent, and his obsession with famous last words has only made him crave the “Great Perhaps” (François Rabelais, poet) even more. He heads off to the sometimes crazy, possibly unstable, and anything-but-boring world of Culver Creek Boarding School, and his life becomes the opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska Young. The gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed-up, and utterly fascinating Alaska Young, who is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge into her world, launches him into the Great Perhaps, and steals his heart. After. Nothing is ever the same.

Movie status: in theaters 2017 


4. An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir

Description on Goodreads: Under the Martial Empire, defiance is met with death. Those who do not vow their blood and bodies to the Emperor risk the execution of their loved ones and the destruction of all they hold dear. It is in this brutal world, inspired by ancient Rome, that Laia lives with her grandparents and older brother. The family ekes out an existence in the Empire’s impoverished backstreets. They do not challenge the Empire. They’ve seen what happens to those who do. But when Laia’s brother is arrested for treason, Laia is forced to make a decision. In exchange for help from rebels who promise to rescue her brother, she will risk her life to spy for them from within the Empire’s greatest military academy. There, Laia meets Elias, the school’s finest soldier—and secretly, its most unwilling. Elias wants only to be free of the tyranny he’s being trained to enforce. He and Laia will soon realize that their destinies are intertwined—and that their choices will change the fate of the Empire itself.

Movie status: in development 


5. Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard

Description on Goodreads: This is a world divided by blood – red or silver. The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old Red girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change. That is, until she finds herself working in the Silver Palace. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power. Fearful of Mare’s potential, the Silvers hide her in plain view, declaring her a long-lost Silver princess, now engaged to a Silver prince. Despite knowing that one misstep would mean her death, Mare works silently to help the Red Guard, a militant resistance group, and bring down the Silver regime. But this is a world of betrayal and lies, and Mare has entered a dangerous dance – Reds against Silvers, prince against prince, and Mare against her own heart.

Movie status: in development


6. Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

Description on Goodreads: Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky. In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherwordly war. Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”, she speaks many languages - not all of them human - and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out. When beautiful, haunted Akiva fixes fiery eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

Movie status: in development

The Power Of Love - Part 21

Warnings – possible swearing

Just a short chapter as my family and i have been having our own little Christmas as I was in hospital very ill for the actual Christmas so I’ve not had much time. I’ll update more soon :D
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You send a silent prayer that you don’t trip over. Your eyes float over the guest, family and friends from both sides, until your eyes finally meet his.

You see him let out a deep breath, his expression one of pure devotion. As you reach the end of the aisle your Dad kisses your head and shakes Jensen’s hand before handing you over to him.

“You look so beautiful” he whispers as the music comes to an end

“You don’t look to bad yourself” you wink just before to ceremony begins.

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Recent Gems 💎 18.Nov.16

this is a rec of some of the newest fics I’ve read 

    ♥   Above Your Head (47k)

Louis is an astronaut. Harry works for Mission Control. They don’t get along.

    ♥   Love is Divine (25k)

Being a witch doesn’t help when it comes to unrequited love.

    ♥   Drowning In Your Eyes (45k)

The Pirates of the Caribbean inspired au where Harry is a fierce pirate who holds the heart of a beautiful merman.

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anonymous asked:

Charlie sounds lovely, but I feel my home may get a bit too… rowdy. Anyways, send him my best wishes and all my love and support! I hope he finds his forever home!❤️

Awww thank you so much!
He’s sending pretty purple energy waves around. Um a good sign?

priorities | part two

part one

michael + reader

word count: 1435

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summary: michael has to leave yet again and you stupidly make him choose between you and the band

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michael’s pov:

the minute the question was posted to me and y/n wanted me to make a decision between her and the band, i told her my answer - the band.

in that moment, there was absolutely no competition. i would never choose anything over the band - it was my life. and with the annoyance i felt for y/n’s nagging and constant questions, my mouth and brain acted before my heart could.

it was only when i was in my hotel room in sweden, checking my phone for any sort of contact from her that i realised i probably should’ve asked for a third option. 

i couldn’t imagine how hurt she must’ve felt, knowing that i didn’t think twice before tossing her aside.

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the boy that stood by the sea, 2/3

Killian has been a part-time carer for Henry Cassidy for nearly five years now, over which time he has come to appreciate and value the balance it’s brought to his mostly tumultuous existence. But when Neal remarries and brings someone new into their lives, he finds his precarious peace about to be disturbed forever. All he knows is this - no matter what happens, somebody has to fight for Henry’s happiness.

(Which may well make Emma Swan the best damn thing that ever happens to them.)

Captain Cobra Swan. Loosely based on Henry James’ ‘What Maisie Knew’.

ao3 ||  part 1

A/N: this chapter is CS af. you have been warned. thank you so much to everyone who has liked/reblogged so far, you guys all help the words come faster <3 I’ve never done this before, but the lovely @the-reason-to-sail-home asked to be tagged when I updated, and I also tentatively tag @piratesails + @mossandmushroom because I think you may also want to know! if it’s annoying, holler at me; or alternatively if you would like to be tagged but aren’t, holler at me also. I hope you guys enjoy this one!
Rating: T
Warnings: minor character death and also a slight tw for.. certainly not abuse, but perhaps what some could delicately consider dubious treatment of a child. some parents don’t always get it right, even when they desperately want to.

now, owards! 


By the time Killian throws open the door to his apartment, his entire body is thrumming with fury.


“What sort of time do you call this?”


He feels a modicum of his ire drift away when he realises it’s not Neal standing on the other side, but Emma, looking suitably chastened as she stares up at him through her lashes. The curve of her mouth is turned downwards, a crease tugging her eyebrows together, but Killian refuses to let it affect him. He is pissed. And he has a damn good reason to be.


“I call it ten o’clock at night and three days late,” Emma says, wincing a little as she does.


“Good,” Killian hisses, “then at least we’re on the same bloody page.”


Neal was supposed to come pick up Henry three days ago. Instead, the pair of them had been met with a radio silence from Cassidy senior and Killian struggling to explain why they were unpacking Henry’s suitcase for the third night in a row, only to optimistically repack it together the next day. He had no idea what to tell Henry, who took it all in with cryptic looks at the door and a rigid focus on his play. Killian has no idea what he’s really been thinking.


“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” Emma keeps her voice low, although she is at something of a loss seeing as he makes no move to invite her inside, and folds her arms across her chest. She looks as contrite as he’s ever seen her. “It was a friend of mine and Neal’s, he had a bit of a crisis. Well, three crises I guess.”


Finally Killian relents, pushing the door open wider so Emma can step over the threshold.


His irritation hasn’t waned. “There is always a crisis with Neal,” he grouses. Always some excuse, always unavoidable circumstances that aren’t his fault. Half the time Killian wonders if he even realises how little he ever takes the blame for. “You know what would have been nice?” he continues in a clipped tone. “A phone call. Or a text message. Or an answer to any of the numerous phone calls or text messages I sent him.”


Emma leans forward to peer around Killian as if Henry might magically materialize. Instead she’s met with the dimmed corridor of his apartment, light from the kitchen casting long shadows through the doorway across the laminated floor.


“Can I take him now?”


Killian bristles, glancing over his shoulder at the door to Henry’s bedroom. “He caught the flu yesterday morning,” he informs her, keeping his voice scarcely above a murmur lest they accidentally wake the boy. “You’d be better off letting him sleep.”


Emma bites her lip. “He can sleep in my car.”


Killian shakes his head urgently. “Emma, he has a temperature of well over a hundred. What he needs right now is some undisturbed rest.”

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ODY-C Vol 2 -TPB out May 18th! 

I’m so proud of this volume!

Diamond ID: NOV150686

Some people would do anything for love… even go to war… forever. What happened to Ene the Conqueror, and He, of Troiia, after the end of the Troiian War and they departed for home, reunited at last? It doesn’t go well for either of them, it turns out. You think war is hell? Try being married to these two. This legendary couple finds themselves trapped on a world where madness reigns and blood flows daily. To escape, Ene must hunt and kill the bastard son of a god and He must weave stories night after night hoping to stay alive long enough for his bride to rescue him… “Fraction and Ward are doing wildly imaginative work combining fantastic Greek mythology with futuristic science fiction, and the book has a visual sensibility unlike anything else on the stands.” —The A.V. Club

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