or that spring seemed to disappear

Identity of The High Priestess

Before the new season of Samurai Jack started, I rewatched the entire series so that it was fresh in my mind, and one thing really bothered me. In the episode ‘Four Seasons of Death’, Jack meets Spring (I’m not sure if that’s actually what her name is…). Her character bothers me the most of any because she clearly had malevolent intentions towards him, but her motivation is never known (although you can probably assume its to do with Aku) and when Jack realises that something is off with her, he fights her very briefly, and then she seems to disappear. But that’s the thing, she didn’t disappear. After Jack goes off, she’s still there watching him and she smiles in this sort of way like she knows something or she achieved something.

But what?

So I researched a little more into her character cause she was on my mind, and guess who voices her? GREY DELISLE. THE VERY SAME ACTOR WHO VOICES THE MOTHER OF THE DAUGHTERS OF AKU. Now, my theory is that Spring and the Mother of the Daughters of Aku are the SAME CHARACTER.

I think this because:

1) Wel,l same voice actor
2) Her motivations were never clear but she clearly wanted something
3) We’ve been seeing a lot of old faces and considering point 2, I reckon she’s gonna pop up
4) We haven’t seen the mother’s face
5) When Jack was with her he kept getting visions of Aku, now there could be several reasons for this but one of them could be that she aligned herself with Aku and something, maybe his instinct was telling him to get away. 
6) When Ashi cleans off her burns, she dresses in a spring sort of attire

Now these are all kind of loose links (especially the last point) but I feel like Spring is important, and it’ll be interesting to see if she does come up again, whether to confirm my theory of not.

But if she does turn out to be the mother, then it could potentially confirm the ‘Jack is the real father of the Daughters of Aku’…

Supernatural School Pt. 2

Part 1 (X)


It always takes time to sort yourself out after a reaping, even a relatively pleasant one. That’s why, even though you’d like to rejoin Sam, Amanda and Lexi in the cafeteria, you head back to the dorms.

You don’t feel any different after. Some legends say that you eat the souls of the dead, praying on them for sustenance. You’d like to say that Reapers never do that, that they never commit such a heinous crime, but you’ve been around long enough to know better than to lie. There are words for Reapers who eat, none of which you’d dare say here. Names give things power and eaters get more than their fair share to begin with.

You shiver under the blazing sun and try to turn your mind to more pleasant topics.

You are halfway back to your room, when you see Ms. Jan, Mr. T and Principal Finn rushing towards the animal husbandry building. Mr. T’s upset enough that his mane has burst free of his button-down shirt though he’s the only one of the three so affected. Ms. Jan, all banshee characteristics gone, is composed as she leads the group, strides long and purposeful. Principal Finn is listening to her seriously, his wheelchair rolling over the grass easily, with a grim expression on his face.

This is, of course, until he sees you.

You keep your expression blank as Principal Finn says something to Ms. Jan and Mr. T, gesturing for them to go on, and then directs his motorized wheelchair towards you.

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It’s Okay, It’s Okay

I was feeling…well, I broke down the other day and it got worse when I realized the one person who I wanted to notice…didn’t. But others did. And that got me more emotional. But I’m better now, and I’m sorry to the people I did worry, who did notice me.

So thank you @recklesssketches @the-wickedness-that-is-zai

Summary: Sometimes Felix disappears without a word, and Bridgette’s the only one who notices.

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No one really paid attention to Felix in the first place, so it was easy for him to skip classes, avoid going home.

His teachers missed his name during attendance, usually marked him present when they catch it later because “hey, that Agreste kid was there; he’s just quiet, is all” and he got high grades so who really cared what he did?

His father usually left reminders via email for him if something came up, too busy with his own work to check on him personally. The staff knew he didn’t eat much so it was no surprise if the meals they made were left untouched by the door of his room.

Honestly, Felix could disappear from the face of the earth completely and no one would notice.

Well, except for her. She noticed everything about him.

Bridgette remembered it was that time again; early spring when the skies were clear but weather still cool and windy. It was the same weather years ago, when she had learned her one and only friend had moved away without a single warning.

He disappeared every year, around this time, she learned. No one really noticed until she had asked a classmate the first year after seeing him again.

She figured it had something to do with his mom.

Bridgette knew she shouldn’t worry; he did this regularly and always returned, safe and sound, like nothing had ever happened. But the point was that she was worried, and she seemed to be the only one who was.

When was the last time someone really worried about him? Really noticed him? Perhaps there had been more, but they had all come and gone, and he thought he could disappear like usual.

But he forgot about his girlfriend.

Bridgette climbed up the rose trellis, just like had had shown her, and leaped over the wall, landing with a soft thud on the grass.

She let her feet lead her, and memory nudged her along the paths that he had brought her through.

“This had been our secret gateway, in a way.”

“You’re the first person, aside from me, to come here in a long time…”

“I think she would have liked me showing you this place.”

“I think…my mother would have liked you, Bridgette.”

Bridgette smiled softly as she sat down under the peach tree, reaching for his hand.

Felix shuddered at her touch, as if he hadn’t even noticed her approaching, and he immediately leaned his head against her shoulder.

“It’s okay to miss her, Felix,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “Just because things have changed…it doesn’t mean you’re unloved.”

“Not even my father noticed I was gone longer than usual,” he whispered. “Why are you always here for me, Bridgette? We got off to such a rocky start.”

“We did,” agreed Bridgette, tilting his head up slightly and pressing their foreheads together. “But look how far we’ve come. You don’t have to be alone anymore.” She closed her eyes. “You can open up to me too.”

With that, Felix broke down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his muffled sobs filling the otherwise peaceful garden. She hummed softly in turn, stroking the small of his back and running her fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she said softly. “I’ll always be here for you. If no one else, then me. You’re never alone, Felix.”

Dr. Jeon (Jungkook x Reader)

Rated : M (smut)
Genre : Fluff
Plot : You have an gynecologist appointment and you’re late.

I was late again ! She really is going to kill me this time… i have my monthly gynecologist’s appointment in less than 5 minutes but my train decided no to work and now I’m running in the street of Seoul trying not to get smashed by a car. Of course I decided to wear heels today, to make things more fun. I kept running looking at my watch every five seconds, no the time isn’t going to stop, yes I’m going to be late. My gynecologist, dr. Bloom is a very nice woman, but she hates late people, one time I arrived 1 minute late and she didn’t want to take me. My feet were starting to hurt… I took off my shoes and continued running, the people around kept staring me. Then when I thought nothing could be worse, it started raining. You probably guessed it, i forgot my umbrella at home. I took my purse and put it on my head, better that than nothing. Thankfully I arrived at the medical center. I must look like a drenched cat or something anyway Dr. Bloom probably won’t care she’s probably more angry about the fact that I’m 5 minutes late.
I went straight to the waiting room, there was no one. Maybe I should just knock in the door … no let’s wait. 5 minutes passed and still nothing. I put my shoes back on, tried to straighten my wet hair and went towards the door. As I was about to turn the handle, the door opened and I was face to face with a pair of dark brown eyes that I haven’t met before. The owner of those eyes was tall man, light brown hair, broad shoulders and perfect face wait did I really think “perfect face” I guess I did.
- You’re not Dr. Bloom. Smooth Y/N, great first impression.
- Indeed. I’m Dr. Jeon and you must be miss Y/L/N.
His voice is so silky, not deep but deep enough to make me shiver.
- How do you know my name ?
I must sound so stupid right now, please stop looking at me it makes me feel all sort of things.
- You have an appointment and you’re 10 minutes late. He said calmly.
- I’m so sorry, my train was late and
- Just enter.
I passed by him and sat on the chair in front of his desk.
- So monthly check up right ?
Why is he so sexy… focus Y/N he asked you a question.
- Yeah … are you replacing Dr. Bloom ?
- Only for today, hope you don’t mind.
- Not at all ! I said a bit too quickly.
- Great. Let’s begin shall we. If I read correctly you’re on the pill ?
- Yes, and it’s fine I have no side effects.
- Great. Are you in a serious relationship ?
He looked at me waiting for my answer. Isn’t that a bit too personal ? Does he ask it for himself or for a medical reason ? I have nothing to hide anyway, it’s not like my love life is full of surprise…
- I’m not… I said, trying to avert his gaze.
- Multiple partners then ?
- I haven’t had sex for 4 months now.
Woah where did that come from ? Maybe he didn’t want to know that I’m frustrated as hell ! It’s too late now… is he looking at me weirdly ?
- I see … do you pleasure yourself then ?
- Why do you want to know that ?
- You’re tense. Seems to me like you don’t release enough pressure. Orgasms are healthy for you.
He said with a smile. My head is clouded right now, all I can think of is him kissing me with those rosy lips. I started biting my lip unconsciously.
- Stop biting your lip. Go lay down there please, also take off your pants.
I did as he asked, thankfully I was wearing some nice black lace panties. He went to take some instruments and stopped in front of me.
- Open you legs for me.
My heartbeat quickened, I was hot suddenly.
- Can I take off those ? He asked, his breath caressing my calf.
- Go ahead. My voice was trembling.
His hands went up my legs slowly, he took the side of panties and slide them down.
He took a cotton bud and inserted it in my womanhood. I was already wet and he hadn’t done anything.
- Everything seems to be normal. You can put your clothes back on.
What ? Maybe I just imagined things but I saw the way he looked at me … I’m not the only one affected by the other. I decided to take my luck, after all he was right I have so much frustration in me it’s unbearable.
- Dr. Jeon are you sure can’t help me with this ? I’m so wet…
I said with the sexiest voice I could muster.
He stared at me, his face was now inches from mine.
- You don’t know what you’re asking for Y/N.
he whispered in my ear. I wanted him to touch me so bad. I couldn’t wait anymore so I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. He finally responded to my kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance. He kissed my jaw and went down to my neck, biting and sucking it. I let out a loud moan.
- You’re so eager already and I haven’t even touched you. He said with a smirk.
His hand traveled down south and I could feel his finger teasing my pussy lips, I rolled down my hips trying to take him all.
- More please ! I begged.
- Shut up you slut, I’m the one who makes the rules here. Understand ?
- Yes master.
Suddenly I felt four fingers entering me, I screamed, the pain quickly disappeared and was replaced by waves of pleasure. He had taken off his blouse and I could admire his sizzled abs and toned chest. I wanted to touch him.
- Don’t touch. He said while slapping my hands.
He teared off my shirt, I wasn’t wearing a bra. He stared sucking on my nipple harshly while still fucking me with his fingers, I was going crazy.
- Come suck me.
I eagerly went down and took off his pants. I palmed him through his boxers, he seemed huge. I let his penis spring free, he indeed was huge, will it even fit in my mouth ?
- Quit staring and start working slut.
- Yes master.
I gave him a few strokes before licking the tip, he let out a groan. I caressed his balls while I took him in my mouth inch by inch.
He pushed my head and forced himself in my throat, I choked but he was in to the hilt. I started bobbing my head up and down, licking and sucking as best as I could.
- You’re doing so well baby. He said while throwing his head back in pleasure.
He put his hand on the back of my neck and started fucking my mouth at a fast pace.
- You’re such a good slut taking me in so well. He said huskily.
I didn’t know a blowjob could turn me on so much. I started to get impatient, i wanted to get fucked, hard.
- You’ve been a good girl. You deserve a reward.
He pushed me towards the desk and made me sit on it.
- Put your legs on my shoulder baby I want to eat you up.
Seconds later his tongue was on my pussy, licking and sucking on my clitoris making me arch my back and scream.
He continued fucking my pussy with his tongue, I could sense a warm feeling in the pit of stomach, I was going to cum soon. He started sucking on my clit while entering four fingers inside of me. I exploded in his mouth breathing heavily.
- You’re dripping and so open for me. I can’t wait to be inside you.
- Please fuck me ! I screamed.
In one swift motion he was fully inside of me, the stretch felt so good and I felt so full.
- God you’re so tight and wet. Do you like my big cock inside of you ?
- Yes yes I love it please move faster !
He went out and completely slided back in making me moan loudly. He was now fucking me at a frantic pace, hitting my pussy in all the right places.
- Turn around I want to see your ass.
I put my hand on the desk and arched my back, showing him a great view.
- You’re so beautiful Y/N… he said before slapping my ass. The sting made me jump a little.
He aligned himself to my entrance and slide back in, he was in so deep. He started making long hard thrusts hitting my g sport repeatedly. He took my hair and pulled on them harshly.
- You like being fucked like a little slut right ? I love how stretched out you are. You want to cum baby girl ?
- Yes please master make me cum !
A particularly hard thrust right on my bundle of nerves made me cum, tightening my walls around him.
- Fuck, I’m going to explode.
- Yes fill me up with your cum !
He was spilling his juice inside of me, I could feel his warm release coating my walls. He collapsed on my back, breathing heavily.
- My name is Jungkook.
- Nice to meet you Jungkook. I said with a smile.
We both put our clothes back on silently, not knowing really what to say. As I was ready to leave he took my wrist.
- I know it should have been the other way around but do you maybe want to get some coffee sometimes ? He asked shyly. So cute.
- Yes sure, here I’ll give you my number. Call me.
- I will definitely.
- Have a nice evening dr. Jeon.
And I was out. I can’t believe I just did that, but damn did it feel good.
I was in my bed when I suddenly received a text message : “hey it’s Jungkook, I can’t stop thinking about you. Tomorrow at 8pm ? I’m taking you out to dinner. Sweet dreams”.

The Price 7/?

Summary: The Swan and Regina seem unconcerned about the possibility of war coming once more to Misthaven. Killian experiments with magic to slightly less disastrous effects than the last time he was left unsupervised.

Chapter List: One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six

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Chapter Seven

It doesn’t take him long to discover there is tension between the two sorceresses he finds himself stuck with in this derelict castle. He rarely sees them in a room together where whatever conversation they’re having doesn’t devolve to an argument, and even away from each other, they seem eager to point out the faults of the other. The Swan is more civil about it, preferring to sway the conversation elsewhere the moment Regina is brought up, but Regina herself seems to hold no such qualms, and Killian finds himself, more often than not, defending the Swan, regardless of whether or not she should be defended.

It’s strange - Regina has quite clearly known her far longer than Killian, and yet, even the qualities which drive Killian to annoyance on a daily basis, when being dissected by this interloper in the castle, are met with a stubborn wall of resistance.

Regina finds it amusing, and seems to find no issue in teasing the both of them about Killian’s ready defense of all the Swan’s least likeable qualities.

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Duality part 1 (J-Hope smut/angst)

Summary: You treasured your friendship with Hoseok, until a drunken mistake changed everything.

Originally posted by wintaeangel

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Word count: 2.7k

Genre: Smut/angst


You sat on the practice room floor, hunched over your laptop as you monitored the first run-through of your new choreography. You were struggling to concentrate with Hoseok behind you, grumbling about the argument he was having with his girlfriend over text.

“I can’t reason with her when she’s in this kind of mood.” As he said the word “mood”, Hoseok threw his phone onto the couch. It landed with a soft thud. He stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

You decided to make the most of the silence, so you restarted the video on your laptop so you could monitor more closely, but your mind was still elsewhere. Hoseok fought with his girlfriend all the time, it was nothing new. You knew that they would soon make up, and go back to being madly in love, just like they always did.

But you hated when Hoseok was annoyed. You never knew what to say, and you knew that if he stayed in this mood, you wouldn’t finish the new Bangtan choreography on time. For the last three years, your main job at the label had been to help the boys come up with their choreography. You had first met BTS when you were all trainees, and over the years you had become good friends with Hoseok. You had watched with pride as he debuted with BTS, and tried to hold onto the glimmer of hope that one day you would be placed with the right group and given the chance to debut as well. But for now, this was your job, and if you were going to do it to the best of your ability, you needed Hoseok’s co-operation. And while he was fighting with his girlfriend, he was in no mood for co-operating.

Hoseok re-entered the room, interrupting your train of thought.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice softer than before.

“Monitoring,” you said. You focused back on the computer screen. You were vaguely aware that Hoseok was pacing back and forth behind you.

“Do you want to get drunk?” he asked, so suddenly and with such enthusiasm that it made you jump.

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the parent trap pt10 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (10/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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(Y/N) rolled her eyes at Archie as he once again let out a frustrated groan. She looked up at the red haired man, trying to note the differences from when she last saw him. She remembered the fear that shone in his eyes as she said goodbye to her daughter. She remembered the way his eyesbrows were furrowed and how he kept his tears back. She remembered it so clearly. She remembered how much she wanted him to beg her to stay and not leave. She remembered the pain she felt when she left her daughter and boyfriend behind. Even though, Archie Andrews was distressed at the sight of her, he knew that groaning wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

“Why did you leave?” he asked her, sitting down with his back against the doors. “God, I can’t even remember the reason why you left.”

“The twins,” (Y/N) spoke with all intentions on changing the topic, however she was interrupted by Archie snapping up from his previous position and making his way towards her.

“Don’t you dare change the subject.” He grumbled “You d-don’t get to do this to me, (Y/N)! You don’t get to change the subject this time.”

“Archie,” she sighed “I really don’t want to argue. Look, it was ten years ago and you’ve clearly moved on, so let’s not dwell on the past.”

Archie looked at her, his eyes begging for her to do something, to say something else. She was in no way right. He had moved on but it wasn’t so clear to him anymore, not when she was there a mere metre away from him. “No, please, let’s dwell on the past. Tell me why you had to hurt me so bad, (Y/N), because I deserve closure.”

“I left because you really hurt me, Archie, not only that you physically hurt my brother. Archie, we were arguing constantly. I didn’t want the twins to grow up in an unhappy environment.”

“Unhappy? If you think the environment Amelia spent her first nine years in a happy environment, you must really be mad.” He let out a deep sigh as he saw her bow her head slightly, afraid that he might just see the tears in her eyes. “You know, (Y/N), just because you took the arguing out of the equation, it doesn’t mean the environment became this happy place with sunshines and rainbows. I don’t blame you for leaving. God. I blame myself.”

“It was a joint thing, Arch. No one was to blame, really.” she smiled “Let’s not argue, for the sake of Aria and Amelia.”

“They know?” He asked, looking at her as she moved over to sit next to him. “They know about each other?”

(Y/N) nodded, grinning as she looked him in the eye “You did such a terrific job with raising Amelia.”

“What do you mean?” His tone sounded confused and childlike, reminding her of all the times she had spent with him throughout her childhood and teen-hood alike.

“Arch, they found each other at camp and switched on us. I’ve had Amelia for all this time. She’s such a wonderful girl. You’ve done a better job than I ever would’ve.”

“Wait, so I-I’ve had Aria all this time?” Archie asked, his eyes glimmering “Why didn’t I see it earlier?”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, nodding her head slightly urging him to tell her what he wanted to say. She didn’t want to interfere with him, in case she would disrupt his train of thoughts. “There was this one time, I caught Lillian, you remember her, right? Well, I caught her crying whilst she was looking at Amel-Aria. I didn’t think anything of it, I just thought Lil was proud of her.”

“Oh God, I miss Lillian, she was the only one in the Andrews household who kept me sane.” (Y/N) commented, earning a playful nudge from Archie. “So, I’m guessing we’ll be in here together for while. Catch me up with things.”

Aria and Amelia sat on the cushioned seats, waiting for both their parents to come downstairs. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, Lillian and Veronica were all nearby, waiting in anticipation, much like the twins. Despite the size of the hotel, the seven of them knew that it was just a matter of time until Archie discovered he was under the same roof as his ex-girlfriend. However, it was unknown to them that it had already happened and in the most cliché fashion.

Archie and (Y/N) sat facing one another, their stomachs aching from laughter.

“Oh god, remember that terrible 1963 film you absolutely loved?”

“Loved? I still love that film.”

Archie grinned at (Y/N), seeing her eyes light up from the mention of the film she loved so dearly. “It was the worst thing I had to sit through.” Archie commented, causing (Y/N) to throw a mint at him.

“No, you’re mad. The film is amazing.”

“You only found out about it in our ninth grade literature class. I genuinely told myself I was going to break up with your nerdy ass after you made me watch it the week after.”

“What stopped you, eh?” she raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to grin once more. He couldn’t remember the last time they were like this, without the arguing and without the stress of being parents.

“The Mantle brothers adored you and they were terrifying.”

“Ollie and Reggie. How are they? Oh my god, Tom must be so big now.”

“He’s developed a little crush on Amelia. It’s adorable.”

(Y/N) gasped as Archie continued to catch her up on the Mantles. She had missed so much in her home town. Betty and Veronica never caught her up in this much depth. She beamed as Archie began to talk about the places she used to love.

“Do you think they’re fucking?” Veronica asked, causing Betty to punch her arm.

“Ronnie, the twins are literally eleven.”

“And? Their parents are nowhere to be seen. Only evidence they’re still alive is Miranda acting as if she knows exactly where he is.”

(Y/N) pushed herself up as the lights came on. It seemed as if they two of them had been stuck in the small space forever, although it had only been roughly two hours. “So, what’s going to happen now? We can’t separate the twins now.”

“I guess, I’ll have them for six months and you have them for the other six.”

“How will that work with them being in school?” (Y/N) frowned “We can’t exactly make them move half way through the school year.”

“I could probably move back to Riverdale, get Aria and I a house, maybe ask Jug to move back with us.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you have your shop and your grandparents would be absolutely gutted if you left them once again.”

Aria sighed, she had been waiting for her mum to arrive since twelve in the afternoon and it was nearing six in the evening. Whilst everyone had gone back to their rooms, she stayed sat in the lobby waiting for her mother to finally arrive. In the corner of her eye, she spotted them. Her mother and father sat at the bar, discussing like old friends would. Nothing about them seemed romantic and Aria disliked it. She wanted her parents back together. God knows, what the girl would do to make it happen? Her mother threw her head back in laughter, whilst her father took a sip of his drink, his eyes crinkled up from his smile.

Aria wanted nothing more than to run over there and shout at her mother for skipping their breakfast plans to spend her entire day with a man who was no longer hung up on her, but she noticed the way her mother gave him quick glances when he looked away, almost as if she was afraid for Archie to catch her looking. Aria may have been young but she recognised it then. The look of defeat on her mother’s face as she accepted that the path she had chosen was unrequited love. They didn’t seem to have a romantic vibe because it was a one way thing and nothing broke Aria’s heart more. Nothing could ever make her frown in a childlike manner as the thought of her father not returning her mother’s love for him to her.

(Y/N) looked away from Archie and saw her daughter looking over at them with a small frown on her face. She nodded her head over, inviting her to join them, but Aria shook her head before walking towards the elevators.

“Is Archie still alive?” Lillian asked the trio who were all sat in (Y/N) and Aria’s hotel room. “Wait, is (Y/N) still alive? The pair of ‘em seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.”

“Room service and Netflix whilst we wait for our ever so loving (Y/N) to reappear?” Veronica raised her eyebrow at the group in front of her. “By the way, Amelia is covering for Archie and told Miranda, he was out buying her something special.”

Aria walked into the room, out of breath, almost as if she had climbed up the stairs and ran around the corridors. Her face red and his breathing hard. “Mum,” she said in between her breaths “Dad, bar.”

“Ri, you okay?” Betty asked, springing up from the bed, making the rest of the group chuckle.

“No worries auntie Betty, I’m getting my breath back now.”

“What’s wrong? You sound like you’ve just ran a marathon?” Amelia asked, practically rushing over to her twin sister.

“Mum didn’t turn up for breakfast because she been with dad.”

“So they’ve seen each other? Is that why no-one can get in contact with either of them?”


“Aria! It’s time to leave!” (Y/N) shouted as she stood in the corridor, facing Archie. His eyes never coming off her.

“I’ll send Aria back in time for your wedding, I can promise you that, Archie Andrews.”

“Actually, the wedding’s off.” he frowned.

Aria and Amelia stood listening behind the door, giving each other a high-five as their father confirmed their suspicions. Although, Aria was sure her father no longer loved her mother, Amelia had spent every last breath convincing her otherwise. Behind them, Jughead, Veronica and Lillian let out a squeal, whilst Betty shook her head in shock.

Archie took (Y/N)’s silence as his cue to continue. “She hated Amel, no, Aria. God, I’ll never get used to that.” he chuckled slightly as (Y/N) nodded her head in agreement. “I couldn’t marry her. Not like that. I should’ve ended it before it got to this point.”

“What made you change your mind?” (Y/N) raised her eyebrow, looking at him with a playful look on her face.

“You. You did.”

Nudge Theory

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2238 (Act I)

A/N: A five act mini-series. The reader and Castiel must work together to solve the curious case of the missing Winchesters. Fluff, smut, and a plot for kicks. It was originally going to be three acts, then I got invested because Cas is adorable. Now it’s outlined for five acts. I’m not sorry.

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Nudge [verb] –

·       “Coax or gently encourage someone to do something.”

“Sam? Dean?” Your voice reverberated off the tiled walls of the sprawling bunker, announcing your arrival, tone becoming tinny when they failed to respond, “The door was unlocked. I let myself in.” Feet clanging on the metal staircase, you endeavored to make your presence known - the last thing you wanted to do was catch experienced well-equipped potentially trigger-happy hunters off guard in their own home. You made your way over to the map table, tossing your bag on a chair, eyes roaming the spacious room for any signs of life, “Guys?” Silence greeted your ears. Grumbling a muffled expletive, you dug the phone out of your pocket, scanning for any new messages, scrolling back to confirm that Sam’s text yesterday did indeed ask you to meet them here, in Lebanon, in the bunker, to ride back up on a big case. You owed them more than you generally cared to acknowledge in their presence, and dropped everything to show, no questions asked - and they had the audacity to be somewhere else when you arrived. Breath puffing out your cheeks, you noted with amused annoyance that you’d never been stood up by two men at the same time, let alone brothers. You hastily typed a where-the-hell-are-you-it-better-not-be-buying-beer text to Sam, muttering under your breath, “Freaking Winchesters.” Your finger hesitated over the send button, soft footfalls heralding the approach of someone in the hall. Shoving the phone back into your pocket, trembling adrenaline-fueled fingers instinctively brushed the cool metal of the pistol tucked under your arm. Releasing the safety, you withdrew the weapon, backing up to the stairs, steadying your aim at the doorway, “Who’s there?”

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Learning How to Love, Childhood Friends AU

Hey everyone! Sorry I’ve been so inactive as of late, university and family are kicking my ass and I’ve had a few more obligations than usual. I plan to get back to the original story ASAP, but wanted to offer this to any mystic messenger newcomers or past readers in the meantime. This particular piece was a special gift for my amazing friend @talesofbiro that I found while I was preparing for the next chapter of LHTL, and forgot that I didn’t share it here. Since I’m rather fond of this particular work, I figured I’d do so now. I hope you all enjoy it, and a very happy new year to you all despite my acute absence for the start of it!

Note: MC will be referred to as Ha-Yun in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. There are only mild spoilers for Jumin’s route.

As usual, thank you so much to all who have read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters. 

Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!

To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters of LHTL or the Vampire Jumin fic and would like to, here are links to each:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Vampire Jumin: Of Secrets and Love

Vampire Jumin NSFW


Cavities are coming kiddies, it’s time for the sweet hurt/comfort fluff!


The Power of a Flower

Thirty minutes before his next lesson, and the monotony was as stifling as ever. He stared listlessly at the slate walls of the C&R lobby where he was told to wait with Driver Kim, anticipating his new tutor’s arrival to drive him to the Han residence. His father had wanted to show him around the office today. And though it was fun to be led around and told with sincere gravity the importance of his future, he was going back to the mansion soon. A place filled with empty rooms and an even more vacant, perpetually smiling staff; each robotic inquiry regarding the state of his health more unsettling than the last. As proud as he was to fulfill his father’s legacy, he couldn’t help the restlessness in his limbs at the prospect of returning home. He wished he could spend more days talking with Jihyun, or sitting in the garden to read, or simply spending some time with his thoughts. But whenever he expressed that desire to his father, he was always met with the same response.

“This is for your own good, Jumin,” He would say, patting his shoulder affectionately. “I know you’ll be an even greater director than I am someday. You’ll have plenty of time for that when summer comes along.”

Jumin never had the heart to argue with his father after that, conceding that he had a fair point. There would be plenty of time; meanwhile he had a necessary role to fulfill.

So he waited, ever the loyal and diligent son everybody decided he was. Eventually, Driver Kim went to retrieve the car while Jumin was left behind with the security guard as usual; a huge, vigilant mass towering before him. Under the familiar shadow Jumin let out a small sigh, his shoulders curling in as he waited. Before he could wonder what level of algebra he would be met with today–always a fascinating challenge–he jumped when a finger prodded his shoulder. Brows furrowing, he turned to meet a pair of sapphire eyes shining back at him curiously.

There stood a little girl in faded jeans and a cerise shirt patterned with ivory flowers, like the kind that grew near the playground he and Jihyun so often frequented. He frowned as a measure of apprehension deadened his limbs, confusion invading his thoughts as he wondered what it was she wanted. Another little girl and her mother trying to play house again, perhaps?

“Hiya! What’s your name?” She asked brightly from the other side of the bench.

He blinked, surprised. Had she never seen a tabloid? He fiddled with the little cufflinks at the end of his sleeves, a gift from his father. “Jumin Han.” The cool, regular shape of the smooth metal soothed him.

“I’m Ha-Yun!” She smiled when he finally responded.

He stared at her and she giggled at his blank look. Either she was of a separate mind all together, or she was incredibly bubbly by nature. Regardless, he couldn’t help but find the optimism infectious despite lingering skepticism, his shoulders relaxing in the confines of his suit as he followed her beckoning to the adjacent main hall.

“My papa’s busy fixing the lights in the offices, so I came exploring! It was boring in those big gray squares.” She grimaced as she remembered, as if the thought had been torture enough. “But I heard there was a pretty garden at the very tippity top of the building.” She whispered the last part conspiratorially, as if it was meant for his ears alone as she held out her hand. “Want to come see it with me?” It was an earnest request, no threat of unspoken disapproval or forced kindness in a single syllable. She just wanted to go see flowers, if her shirt was any indication.

He gazed at her hand for a long moment, unable to understand why he was even considering risking his father’s rage over a random stranger’s proposition. Perhaps it was something about the way those eyes sparkled at him, joyous and unrepentant. She was not in the least unsettled by his apathetic mien or the consequences sure to follow such a reckless decision. But most of all, maybe it was the way she had approached without a moment’s hesitation to invite him along for an adventure; to her Jumin Han was little more than a name, just another boy at school or on the playground.

“Do you know where the garden is?” Jumin asked quietly, still a bit wary despite his decision to join her.

She lowered her hand and shook her head, but she was no less unperturbed. “Nope, but I know the elevator had a map next to it!”

He raised a brow as he followed her with measured steps towards the company elevator at the end of the hall, surprised at how observant she was. People that had worked here for years knew nothing of the garden at the top of the building, yet she had pinpointed the location in a matter of seconds in the short time she was here. No less than that, she had also chosen a time in which the halls were veritably empty, as most employees had now returned to work after the collective lunch break that left them meandering and dashing about the building.

He watched with mild amusement as she moved as stealthily as possible, looking back and forth and grinning whenever she noticed him behind her. She was already staring at the map when he neared her position, leaning forward to trace the floor number. He gazed with fascination at the waves of hair that obscured her face–a warm golden brown like the gourmet chocolate his father loved so much–with a few strands here and there lighter than the base color. His hand lifted to touch it, enthralled with the hue, until he remembered that it wasn’t acceptable behavior and began fiddling with his cufflinks again. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable just to satisfy his curiosity.

“This one! Floor eighty-three!” She declared triumphantly, pressing the ascension button on the elevator and tapping her foot as she waited, her head oscillating to a silent rhythm.

She was so different from the other children he’d met; in her own little world despite sharing this moment with him, content to stand beside him in the silence. But then, perhaps he had little room to speak. He often overheard his instructors and father say the same thing about him with various levels of approval. And her disposition didn’t seem estranging so much as endearing. He wanted to be here and share in this moment with her, wanted to discover more about why she wanted to see flowers and why there seemed to be music in her mind and why she had asked him to come along. He had so many questions and yet he had no voice to ask them no matter how welcome she made him feel; afraid that a single word from him would break the spell and she would disappear, as fleeting as she was captivating. Instead he simply waited alongside her, entering as the door opened and watching her press the floor number with a spring in her step.

As soon as the doors closed he approached the console and utilized the override his father often did to ensure they could get to the desired floor without any interruptions, holding down the door-closing key until they arrived. Ha-Yun stared at his outstretched hand and flat expression inquisitively, but otherwise made no move to stop him.

When they reached their destination without incident she jumped out of the elevator as Jumin exited with sure footsteps, the doors slinking closed behind them. He flexed his numb fingers to coax the feeling back into his arm as she stood frozen mere steps away from the threshold, taking everything in for a long moment. He watched her expression morph from curious excitement to breathless awe, enchanted by the enormous window panes letting in every last shred of sunlight and illuminating the room full of flowers of every hue. From roses, to orchids, to lilacs, to zinnias, to any flower imaginable; they were all here. And by the looks of it, Ha-Yun hadn’t expected such a stunning arrangement or thorough display, a veritable rainbow of blossoms there for her perusal.

Jumin simply observed, her inability to decide where to start adorable. But she did eventually make a beeline for the white ones, searching the flowerbed for something as she scoured every inch. Silent as a shadow he waited, his ears trained on the elevator. He might not be in all that much trouble for wandering off, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be without the proper authorization. If anybody asked, it would be a simple matter of explanation that he was the one to suggest the excursion while she was the one to follow.

“Found it!” She hopped up with a small bloom in hand, cupping it gently in her hands and cooing over her find as he looked on with fond satisfaction.

He was taken aback when her head rose and sought him out, cobalt eyes fixating on his still form before she rose from her crouched position and approached him. His hands immediately sought out his cufflinks, restless digits pushing the metal squares in and out of their niche until she was about a foot away from him. With deft fingers, she reached forward to tuck her favorite flower into his caught pocket right beside the lilac handkerchief his father had gifted him a few months ago. He blinked and looked down as she retreated, intrigued by the star-shaped blossom peaking out from the onyx fabric.

“There,” She murmured, a soft smile on her face. “It matches your suit perfectly, I had a feeling it would.”

When he looked back to her, he noticed the flower on his chest matched the ones strewn across the bottom right corner of her shirt. “What is it called?” He asked, before he could think to wonder why the information mattered.

She had already begun perusing the orchids when she turned around to find him caressing the flower with delicate strokes of his thumb. “Jasmine, it’s my favorite!” She replied cheerfully, grinning at the sight of a faint blush on his pale cheeks.

As she continued to explore each section he returned to where she was searching before, looking for another jasmine blossom. Nothing seemed to meet his standards until he found one shaped to perfection, picking it with extreme care while he waited for her to finish. He settled for watching the wonder bloom across her face each time she recognized a familiar flower, enraptured and more beautiful than any of the silken petals surrounding her. He felt no impatience with this uncharacteristic indolence, only indulgent contentment as his silver eyes followed her unerringly. From time to time she would beckon him to observe her find, too ecstatic to keep it to herself; and each and every time he would appreciate the discovery with her. When she had finally had her fill she spotted him and trotted back with a sheepish smile, eyeing the sun’s progression in the sky with a measure of trepidation.

“We should probably get back,” She explained, concern creasing her features. “Papa will be worried. And I’m sure your papa will be looking for you too. I’m sorry I kept you so long…”

But Jumin shook his head, holding out the jasmine he picked out with a small smile. “Not at all, I enjoyed myself.” He murmured, reaching out tentatively until he shrank back when her eyes widened. But she just leaned forward, letting him place the bloom behind her ear. “Thank you for today.”

She beamed at him and took his hand within her bronze one, leading him out of the garden towards the elevator. He felt a foreign warmth pervade him from head to toe as they walked together, starting from where their hands were joined and unlike any other bliss he had ever known as her fingers closed over his. He had never felt so…comfortable, so connected to another person in his life. He had his father, who loved him dearly but was rarely ever present. There was his mother, who was often more preoccupied with keeping her figure and the latest Lucy Button handbag than being anywhere near him. There were the attendants at home who were all too afraid of losing their position to speak to him earnestly. The only bond that could rival the feeling was the one he shared with Jihyun; but there was a distinct difference he couldn’t quite place, a variation he had no name for. But it ceased to matter as they entered the elevator, the thought lost as they descended back down to the lobby. Instead, he became plagued by the thought that he may never see her again, his hand tightening slightly over hers. As soon as he did she looked over and noticed his crestfallen expression, the radiance now gone as his free hand tugged at his cufflinks.

“Jumin?” She asked. Shocked, he blinked, removed from his train of thought as he looked up with wide eyes.

“Yes?”

“We’ll meet again someday, so please don’t be sad. I’ll make sure of it, I promise!” Fierce determination hardened her expression as she gazed at him, a stubborn will that went unmatched by any he had ever seen before. So much so that he felt no doubt–despite what his usual pragmatism suggested–that she would find a way. Looking up to her tall form it almost seemed like she could move mountains to do whatever she pleased, and she was more than clever enough to achieve any aspiration with her perceptive nature. He’d always been so used to others looking to him for guidance, others expecting him to lead and decide how things must proceed that it was strange to meet an equal. She didn’t need anybody to make a decision for her, she could have taken that journey alone and been just fine.

Which begged the question: why did she ask him to come along? She didn’t seem like the type to grow lonely no matter how much she enjoyed extraneous company. So what was it that made her ask him? Had she known who he was and what that meant all along? But she was too sincere for that, nothing about their adventure felt forced so much as done on a whim within a window of opportunity.

Before he had the chance to ask the doors slid open to reveal the back of his father’s trademark suit, a finger tapping against his arm as he stood next to Driver Kim. Jumin sighed, knowing the coming hours wouldn’t be pleasant but unable to feel any bitterness or regret. He was always cautious to follow the rules, one incident wasn’t a cause for too much trouble. The worst that would happen would be an acute scolding and a demand to make up the work he missed. Otherwise his father trusted disobedience was more a matter of circumstance than haphazard rebellion, and no cause for severe retribution.

“I’ll see you later! Thanks for everything!” She enthused before she scampered off towards the stairs, climbing up three steps at a time to wherever her father likely was. He resisted the urge to go after her and make sure she didn’t hurt herself, wishing she had stayed just a moment longer. Shaking his head, he approached the pair of men and explained where he’d been, stoic and neutral as ever though his father glared with vehement disapproval. Jumin was surprised, however, to find that his gaze softened when he mentioned Ha-Yun’s desire to go see the garden, evidence of their excursion clear on his suit. Rather than a berating he was met with boisterous laughter and a clap on the back, pride beaming from his father’s face. Though Jumin didn’t quite understand why at the time, he figured it was better than being met with vitriol over something as trivial as a day’s lessons lost.

He never imagined that the magnitude of his father’s retribution would be nothing compared to the years of wondering if he’d ever see her again. As a boy his days were spent searching the playgrounds and streets for that mysterious flow of hair, memories of the sun-kissed shade of her skin chasing him as he watched the other children play tag among the flowering jasmine. Though the chances of encountering her were low, her fervency made him hopeful. He often spoke to Jihyun about what happened, appreciating his insight and optimism that he would see her again. The heart was a funny thing; no matter how focused he was his instructors would often find curious doodles of star-shaped blossoms in the corners of his worksheets.

But years passed and the potency of the memory diminished, his months consumed by preparation and study for his future position as director of the company. He would come to the decision that there was nothing to gain by seeking her out and holding on to that hope. There was no time for something impossible and futile. If she hadn’t appeared in over a decade, the likelihood that she would return was infinitesimal, and therefore negligible. It ceased to matter, and thoughts of her became scarce; she simply became another unreconciled disappointment to bury among the rest.

There would be those off days, however; as he was walking the streets surrounding the C&R building or attending another gala, when he would hear her name clear as a bell. And his head would whip around to the source, slate irises ravenous for a glimpse of her as they tore through the immediate vicinity. But it was only a lesson on how emotions made a person foolish and overzealous, his gaze pinpointing a stranger much too young or much too old to be the Ha-Yun he’d been expecting. Their hair was always the wrong color and their eyes didn’t sparkle the right way and they were woefully inattentive. Eventually Jumin couldn’t be sure what hurt more; the fact that it was not her or the fact that he could never erase the hope that it someday would be.

Just as he was beginning to defeat the habit the RFA gained a new member by sheer chance, an unexpected intruder approved by V. Though the circumstances surrounding the young woman’s entry were highly suspicious, her words were so resolute and shrewd that he had trouble believing she was a potential threat. She sounded more like a remarkable individual ensnared in a number of unfortunate circumstances, equally as confused as the other members.

Her name? Ha-Yun.

The shock struck him so hard when V addressed her that the phone fell from his hands to his desk, his blank stare looking past the dimming screen. No, he insisted, it couldn’t be. It was just another coincidence. Probability was being cruel, as per usual.

But it didn’t stop him from monitoring her responses to the members closely each day, including himself. And she proved to be perceptive, witty, and jovial; all things reminiscent of her. Even greater than that, it felt as though that tenuous connection he remembered feeling had been rekindled and strengthened with every shared conversation. He often found himself waiting during the day for the moments in which he could join the messenger, knowing that she would be there. It became a safer place for discussion than he could ever remember the chats being, his words met with equal enthusiasm and meaningful intent. Much to the RFA’s consternation, they often grew absorbed in their discourse and shared similar views no matter the opposition they faced from the others.

For the first time in what felt like ages, he didn’t feel alone.

As the saying went, however, nothing gold can stay. The excitement of her arrival was drowned in a surprising change of heart from his father, his newest companion demanding that Jumin marry her student. Convinced that it would better both Jumin and the company, his father implemented drastic and invasive measures to force his hand. No matter how many times Jumin protested with legitimate concerns and reasonable explanations that it was neither fair nor productive to force a marriage with a near nonexistent company, he would have none of it.

At an absolute loss Jumin confided in the messenger, his only resource left. Unsurprisingly, most of the RFA assumed he was exaggerating. How forceful could his father truly be? What of Assistant Kang’s increasing work load? He was just faking and complaining, other people had more difficult things in life to contend with. And perhaps they were right, his concerns were often of a smaller magnitude compared to those of lesser means.

But Ha-Yun vehemently opposed every word of it. She declared that it was Jumin’s right to decide what made him happy in life, that defying his father’s demands didn’t make him an unreasonable son or a terrible person. When his father’s betrayal had been overwhelming, she believed every word of his retelling and the genuine anguish the events had elicited. Above all else, when everybody had either doubted or abandoned him she had planted her feet at his side and extended a hand, tenacious and unshakeable in her desire to help him. Even when there was nothing he could do for her–he couldn’t even do something as simple as send her a bodyguard to watch over her under the threat of the hacker–she stayed. And it no longer mattered if she was the original Ha-Yun or not. All he knew was that she cared more for him than anybody ever had in his life, and that he wanted to keep her in his life.

He never anticipated that she would be the one to come to him, under Assistant Kang’s request no less. When he opened the door to the penthouse–confused and paranoid and desperate–there she stood. Much to his dismay, all he could do was stare, his vocal chords failing him indefinitely. Calm and radiant, she met his eyes without any measure of discomfort or reluctance.

“Hello Jumin,” Her smile was thoughtful and kind, with a hint of apology. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long.”

Brows furrowed, he opened his mouth to reassure her that he understood how cumbersome afternoon traffic could be, until her hand rose to place an obscuring strand of hair behind her ear. Doing so revealed animated sapphire eyes blazing with intensity and conviction, and a hair clip adorned with an intricate jasmine. All he could do was stare for a long moment, feeling as though he’d been sucker punched.

“Ha-Yun?” He managed to say, breathless.

She beamed at the recognition in his voice, “That’s me!” She affirmed before she sobered. “It’s great to see you again, Jumin. I could only wish it had been under better circumstances. Are you sure you’re okay?”

And all of a sudden, everything made sense. Because “Want to come see it with me?” sounded strangely identical to “Are you sure you’re okay?” She hadn’t been lost or confused or lonely that day. On the contrary, she had been worried about him.

Without thinking he reached out and tugged her into a tight embrace, holding her close by the waist as he buried his face in her hair. “Now I am.” He murmured lowly, as if he couldn’t bear another second mere inches away from her. Steady hands reached around to his back, soothing him with light, ataractic strokes; not in the least unsettled by his gesture. Almost as if she had wanted to hold him just as much as he wanted to hold her. The thought filled him with a hope he didn’t think he would feel ever again. “Thank you for everything, Ha-Yun.” 



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Alright so I have lots of thoughts right now about Lucina and want to show the Freyja AU is still an active concept so imma talk for a little bit

(the freyja au is an au where lucina travels with the awakening trio to nohr and becomes elise’s retainer)

So, we know that her place in the world is something Lucina struggles with in Awakening. She came to the Awakening timeline under a false name and identity, an intruder to the world. For an important, purpose, yes, but still an intruder. Her “parents” already have a Lucina in their time. Lucina’s true parents and true world are dead and no matter what can never be saved. 

Once Grima is defeated, that purpose for being there is gone. Admittedly all the Awakening 2nd gen units have to struggle with this reality, but Lucina seems to take it particularly hard. She brings it up in both her supports with her parents, as well as her Hot Spring Scramble dialogue with Robin. She doesn’t feel she has a place in the saved world. And her own world is dead, not salvageable and not able to be returned to. In the context of her solo Awakening ending, unlike all the other 2nd gen units, she simply disappears. 

Now, in the context of the Freyja AU, this struggle would only be exacerbated. Once again, Lucina is traveling to another world that is not hers and is taking up a false name and identity. If she felt a sense of dislocation before it’s even more apparent now. 

However, that’s not necessarily a bad thing for her. After all, she has a role in this world that doesn’t interfere with any royal dynasties’ right of succession or anything like that. If her one purpose for going on, defeating Grima, is gone, maybe serving Elise can take its place. After all, Elise perfectly embodies the childhood innocence that she wished she’d never lost. 

Lucina would be tempted to stay in Nohr, I think. There are enough Lucinas in the other world. Here she could possibly just be Freyja. And I honestly feel like in most cases, unlike the rest of the Awakening trio, she’d ultimately decide to stay in Nohr rather than return to Ylisse. It would fit her solo ending in Awakening very well. 

Whenever I get around to actually making this Freyja AU a reality, this would certainly be explored a bit in a few supports, and I see in particular an S Support between her with Selena or Laslow and one between her and Xander to provide particularly stark contrasts in the path her character could take. 

If she married Selena or Laslow, she would ultimately come to see, no, she won’t run away from her past and her true identity as Lucina. Her partner would be calling her “Lucina” in their S Support, and she’d have fallen in love with someone who inextricably ties her to that old self. She’d be satisfied with this, I think, because the lack of purpose and sense of dislocation she felt via that identity would be remedied and embraced with the help, love and support of her partner. They would ground her in being Lucina. 

However, if she married Xander– well, that’s a completely different story. By marrying him, Freyja would become the Queen of Nohr. She’d get to then not be a burdensome presence but someone with an integral role, fulfilling her shattered destiny of ascending to the throne, even if in a different way than was initially envisioned. There’s the purpose she’s looking for. Ruling and helping to rebuild Nohr alongside the man she loves. In this moment, “Lucina” would cease to exist–well, the extraneous Lucina, at least. “Freyja” would no longer become a false name but her new, true identity. She’d embrace it in its totality. 

Of course, none of this is to say Freyja would be doom and gloom all the time–I actually think she’d be quite a bit happier now that such a huge burden was lifted from her shoulders–but just some thoughts, hehe. What do you all think? 

Make a Move; Part One

Ship(s): Adrinette/Ladynoir
AU: Dance
Author(s): Camryn and Alisen
Word Count:  1185
Rating: PG-13

Croise devant, quatrieme devant, croise derriere.

Repeat.

Croise devant, quatrieme devant, croise derriere.

Repeat.

Adrien Agreste mindlessly pushes the piano keys, eyes not even on the instrument as the girl dances across the stage. Her grace is infectious, body completely into the routine, but soul somewhere else. Her face stiff, conflicting with the fluid movements, showing the lack of interest in the dance.

He can’t say he blames her. The piece was nowhere near original and it lack the flare a dancer needed to fully immerse themselves. Monotone melodies and harmonies in the music match the lack of interest in the dance. This routine was obviously requested by none other than Chloé and her father, Mr. Bourgeois. He could tell by the elementary movements that had no emotion, which only seemed to reflect his childhood friend who had become his greatest nightmare.

The dancing girl, her hair was black as midnight, so dark it took on a cool blue tone, her eyes were as blue as the afternoon sky on a spring day in their home of Paris, France. She deserved a better piece, she deserved to be in the spotlight.

Her movements were almost perfect, making up for the boring dance itself. But there was a timidness and uncertainty in the way she moved. Her technique had room to improve but could probably rival anyone if her hesitation disappeared. As she begun to do a pirouette until a sharp and dangerously loud crack resonated throughout the auditorium and startled the dancing girl, causing her to wobble and trip over herself leading to crashing down onto the stage.

As the girl was getting up, the sound of Chloé’s screeching laughter sounded around the room, calling Marinette “incompetent,” only adding fuel to the red flames spreading across her cheeks. By now Adrien had stopped playing and their fearful instructor was storming over.

“Marinette! What do you think you’re doing!? One misstep and you could have shattered your ankle! If you cannot handle a miniscule distraction you should not be here! Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes madam…..” Marinette had said with a quiet voice and head now hanging down to hide the scarlet that now graced her be-freckled cheeks with shame and embarrassment, instead of anger that Adrien was used to seeing from the other girls.

Chloé had started to snicker and at that moment Adrien knew it was her that had created the sharp clap that resonated throughout the class.

Their instructor sighed in exasperation and dismissed their class as if they were her greatest burden.

Adrien watches Marinette rush out of the class and into the changing rooms as he closes the rich and glossy black piano. Once he finished packing his things he went out into the hall to wait on his best friend, Nino, and maybe if she was out in time, check to see if Marinette was okay.

Just as he finished the thought Nino, Alya, and Marinette came walking out into the hall from the rooms. Marinette was flustered and rambling on how much of an embarrassment it was. It was nice to see that both Alya and Nino comforted her and said that it had been Chloé.

He walked forward to greet them and saw that Marinette became even more flustered and started to stutter.

“O-Oh hi A-Adrien. Y-you did a great job playing the piano today.” Marinette’s face was now as red as the sky when the sun set and he thought it was adorable.

“Thanks. You were great today. Even if Chloé messed you up I still think it was amazing.” He smiled.

She giggled and he could have sworn he had gone to heaven. As they walked down the hall towards dinner he overheard Nino and Alya talking about his gig Djing at a street dance meetup . Marinette had seemed to be very intrigued about it and wanted to go spectate.

Oh if she only knew that he was the one dancing this time….

*Later that night*

Sneaking out had been an issue but now, as he was standing dressed almost as if he was in costume, in the middle of a crowd that seemed to beat like a rhythmic heart, he felt alive, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He could see Alya with her phone, taping the whole thing to go on her blog and Nino fueling the fire with his music.

Adrien’s body flowed with the music. He was the center of attention, only now he didn’t mind. He was happy to dance with passion and no one to judge him, instead of playing the piano with harsh and cold expectations from his father.

He loved hip hop. It was as if it had been ingrained into his body. Reaching the crescendo with a final and finishing move, a girl jumps in, clad in red and black and mirrors his movements.

Gladly taking the offer of a challenge, the tone of the music changes. The circle gets bigger and the atmosphere full of an almost animalistic feeling.

A smirk glancing her lips, she loses herself in the music. Twisting, flipping, moving, moving, moving. She had a fire in her sway, captivating Adrien. He almost forgot to dance.

They move in synch, blue never leaving green as their eyes lock. They move closer, closer, closer.

The music stops and they’re nose to nose, chest touching as they pant. Adrien faintly hears cheers erupting from the crowd.

All he could do was stare as a smile grew across her lips. Her silk voice saying…what did say? His head was to far engrossed in her that he couldn’t even comprehend what she had said. He could just hear the way her voice melted his heart, see the way her eyes sparkled, feel her chest pressed against his.

Only when she stepped back with a confused face did he snap out of his daze.

“I’m sorry… What was that?” Hopefully his face paint would hide the red splotched across his cheekbones.

“I said, ‘Not bad.’ You’ve got some moves, for a stray.” She tugs gently on one of the rubber ears nustled on top his head. His blush only grows deeper but he smirks none-the-less.

“I could say the same for you, Miss. Bug~.”

She rolls her eyes, smiling in a way that made him lock his knees so he wouldn’t fall over. “It’s Ladybug.”

“Chat Noir.” he takes her small hand, leaning down and placing a kiss on the knuckle.

Crowd dispersing, music playing, and she’s the only thing he can see. She fiery, passionate, and very, very attractive.

Checking her watch, her eyes widen. “I got to go. It was a pleasure dancing with you, Chat” she quickly waves before running off.

“Wait!” he calls, but it’s too late. She was gone before she was really even there. “I didn’t get your real name…”

If the ears on his head were real, they would be folded back as he walks back over to Nino and Alya with a frown. He sits on the floor next to them and closes his eyes, letting the music take him away.

As a child and later a teenager, Tammy Lynn Leppert won almost every beauty contest she participated in. She also worked as a model and had started a film career, with small roles in the movies “Scarface” (1983) and “Spring break” (1983). It was after she finished filming the latter, in July 1982, that she started to behave strangely, according to her family. A year later, she went missing.

Tammy was last seen on July 6th, 1983, when she was 18 years old. That morning she went out with a male friend and never came back home. The friend claims that they got involved in a verbal argument and she asked him to let her out of the car. He dropped her near a gas station in Cocoa Beach, Florida.

Her mother Linda says that Tammy changed after going to the wrap party for the shooting of “Spring break”. According to her, after coming back from it she seemed withdrawn, increasingly paranoid and believed someone was trying to kill her. Later, in March 1983, while she was filming “Scarface”, she had a breakdown on set after witnessing a scene of someone getting shot. She had to quit and go back home. A few days before he disappearence, she had another meltdown. Her mother took her to a mental hospital to get an evaluation, but aside from determining there were no drugs in her system, nothing came from that, even though she spent 72 hours on observation. She disappeared the day after her release.

There are several theories in this case. One is that Tammy ran away willingly because of family problems, a mental illness or another reason. Another, believed by Linda, is that her daughter saw or experienced something in that party that made her a target. Suspects that have been linked to this case are serial killer Christopher Wilder and John Brennan Crutchley, who kidnapped and raped a woman in Florida in 1985 and drank her blook until he almost killed her, which earned him the nickname of “Vampire Rapist”. He’s a suspect in several murders and kidnappings, but was never tried for them and committed suicide in 2002, while serving a life sentence.

Mine Pt.2

Min Yoongi Vampire AU.

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

Originally posted by lethargicmin

A ray of sunlight penetrated the curtains to fall uncomfortably on your face. You shifted away from it, a wave of pain again taking over. A series of whimpers left your lips as you sat up in your bed, you hand immediately finding you neck, searching for the proof that it wasn’t a dream, a nightmare. You were met by the rough material of a bandage and jumped off the bed springing towards the bathroom.

You stared at yourself for a moment in the mirror, scared of what you’d see. You tugged at the corner of the bandage pulling it slowly off your skin to reveal just what you were fearing. A set of two small marks surrounded by a large purple hickey. You didn’t want to think about why he took the time to treat them as they looked cleaned and carefully treated nor dared to question how you had changed into pajamas. You tried to block your mind from even going there. Your fingers brushed against the wound and you winced at the pain, the feeling of his fangs cutting through your skin coming to life again.

“I’ll be back, kitten” The husky voice echoed in your head and you turned around frightened looking for its source before realizing it was just a flashback. He must’ve said it sometime before you fainted or recovered consciousness yet you had no memory of. Or maybe it was just your mind playing games on you. You covered your neck again deciding it wasn’t time to dread about this, you had to get ready for work.

“Hello … Hello!” The woman on the other end screamed, snapping you back into reality and from the anger in

her voice it wasn’t the first time she had to bring you back into the conversation.

“Yes, sir, what were you saying?” You were met with a brief silent before she erupted in anger.

“Sir? Have you even been listening to what I was saying… Are you stupid?” She emphasized the last sentence taking special care into pronouncing each word separately.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I’m so sorry I was distracted …” The thought of him cut you off again, his eyes, his gaze, his breath stealing you away from consciousness again as you stared at nothing.

“Y/N!!! Come here!” The voice of your manager surpassing all the noise in the small office making you spring off your seat and meet his furious glare.

“This is the fifth one today!” He stated throwing a pair of papers at your face. You turned away avoiding them before looking back at him.

“ Fifth what, sir?” you replied your eyes widening at him. He sighed clearly trying to contain his rage.

“That’s it, you’re out. Get out! You’re fired!” Everyone’s attention was on the two of you now, they left their own tasks to stare at you in astonishment. You were usually the quiet, hard-working and invisible employee that anyone rarely, if ever, saw getting into trouble. You looked around at the number of eyes plastered on you before you turned to your manager bowing your head then giving him multiple bows.

“I’m really sorry, this won’t happen again. Please, sir, don’t.” You repeated trying to change his mind but it wasn’t working as he left you there with your head held low and went back to his own office.

You fell back on the chair your hands cradling your head as you sighed, closing your eyes for a second to stop yourself from crying. However, a few tears betrayed you falling down your cheeks and into whatever you were holding in your hands while you gathered your stuff into a box.

You worked there for a whole two years, and just like that, you were let go … That simple. It seemed so unfair and you felt wronged. The fact that you could fit your entire work life into a small cardboard box didn’t help either.

You made your way outside trying to ignore the pity in everyone’s eyes as you felt them staring at you, whispering between themselves things you really did not wish to know. You set the box aside on the bus stop seat, sitting besides it and leaning against its side denting the soft material.

This time seeing the people come and go was anything but comforting every glance thrown seemed to pity you, to curse at you, to hold you accountable. It probably wasn’t but the mind is a strong influence, the people surely didn’t even notice you. You chose to take the longer way home by riding the wrong bus, one that travels most of the city before eventually passing your house. It would give you time to think, to breath.

However, as the first half hour flew by the only thing you could think about was reaching home and sleeping. A strange feeling of fatigue and exhaustion taking you over, your eyes closing on their own. Just a little longer you thought as the streets became familiar indicating you were getting closer.

Reaching the front door, you felt a strange feeling of hesitation to open the door. It was your home, the only place you were supposed to feel safe but because of him, that safety disappeared. The sound of your ringtone made you spring back, your heart skipping a beat. You reached into your bag searching for it and sighing when you found it was your mom, she always seemed to call you when something was wrong, as if she had a weird sensor.

“Hello” you breathed out quietly.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” your heart jumped but before you could articulate a word she continued, typical for her. “I called five times already and ten times last night and you didn’t call me back! What the hell is going on with you?” she was practically scolding you like she once did to the five years old you.

“Mom, I’m 25, stop worrying about me, nothing has happened” Lie “I’m okay!” Another lie. By the end of the conversation, after reassuring her a thousand times that you were alright, you lost count of how many lies you told her. But were you going to tell her that you were attacked by a Vampire? Who would actually believe that, even if it was true.

You threw your shoes aside stepping lazily inside the apartment scattering your outer clothes around and plunging onto sofa for a moment, when you closed your eyes, you forgot about everything and your mind went blank only the feeling of your tense muscles relaxing and a satisfying sigh leaving your lungs.

You opened your eyes again glancing at the kitchen “ I’ll be back, Kitten the words echoed again this time even louder than before. The memory more alive than ever. Your hand unconsciously reached up to your neck scratching the bandages. What did he mean? There were so many questions left unanswered, so many confusing things that tortured you. Things you couldn’t speak about to anyone, without them thinking you had lost your mind.

The sound of the TV playing filled the void in your brain bringing you quickly to sleep, not that you needed the push, your thoughts drifted away from the drama you were watching to think of him again. His short hair hiding those deep icy eyes, two colors that would usually look ridiculous together seemed so harmonized. You found yourself imagining his touch again, even craving it. It was strange, you were supposed to be disgusted, repulsed and revolted by it. He intruded your home, your safety and you. You should be scared and stressed about what happened yet you weren’t, at least not now.

You could clearly remember how your heart felt tight and trapped in your chest at the time and the cold sweat slowly forming from the shock. At the time, you were about to die so it was natural for you to feel that way. However, now it had disappeared completely, which was abnormal. You massaged the patch, a small pain making you wince every time your fingertips ran over it. Before closing your eyes, falling into deep sleep, you swore you could see him in front of you, blaming it on hallucination from tiredness.

He walked towards you in light steps, not to wake you up, and got on his knees. His face dangerously close to your own and only coming nearer, he sighed, taking in the sight of you. Dark circles surrounding your eyes and fatigue clearly draining your features which was half his fault.

“I should’ve stopped sooner, sorry.” He whispered for no one to hear as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your eyes. Shrugging to himself, he had never perceived his food this way before. Something about you, about the taste of you blood against his tongue, switched on what he thought of as an nonexistent instinct inside of him, the instinct to protect. Your puffy eyes screamed that you have been crying, he wanted to know why, he wanted you to tell him. He was as captivated by you as you were by him. Just in a different way.

Days passed and you tried to not be brought down by what happened, trying to find a new job. The hectic life you were now leading from going to job interviews, to part time jobs, to trying to slip in a few hours of sleep in.

It kept your mind off of that night and gladly so. You would still remember him every time you had to hide the deep hickey on your neck with skin toned bandages, avoiding any possible awkward situation in case anyone saw it. However, you would easily drift away from it when you needed to hurry up to leave for your early part time job.

“Hey, Y/N. You’re here early” Your co-worker Ivy greeted you with the usual sweet, heart-warming smile. You bowed your head returning her smile then quickly stealing a glance at the clock, you were a half hour early. You chuckled, your fingers finding their way through your hair as you brushed it back.

“I guess I am, I didn’t notice the time.”You smiled again and she shook her head in disbelief.

“My god Y/N, you’re always distracted,” She laughed before continuing “It’s okay, I was feeling lonely anyways.” She stepped closer to you making her way to the storage room when she stopped her eyes fixed on your neck “What’s that?” her fingers reached out to touch you when you slapped them away. Her lips parted slightly in shock of your harsh reaction “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to meddle.” She quickly took her hand back massaging it.

You stumbled towards her feeling sorry “No, it’s okay. I … just … It hurts that’s why.” She stared at you for a moment before breathing out “oh? …oh!” and giggling to herself. You followed behind a strange blush on your face “No, no, no That’s not it …. god no.” You screamed at her.

“Alright, let’s just say it isn’t” She looked over her shoulder back at you and winked cunningly. You opened your mouth to say something but decided to just keep at that.

“By the way, Y/N, could you do me a favor?” She peeked at you from one of the convenience store isles and smiled awkwardly. You looked up from the counter.

“Yes, sure. What do you need?” You replied, your eyes returning to the papers in front of you sorting out your interview profiles.

“You can say no if you don’t want to, and I …”

You cut her off before she could get another word out “Just get to the point, Ivy.” She went silent for a moment before continuing.

“Would you take the night shift for me? I have this date and I don’t want to miss it … Please?” You glanced at her again, smiling at her pleading expression, she looked too cute to refuse so you just nodded “Fine.” you whispered and she jumped in happiness launching towards you. You quickly picked up her movement stopping her before she could strangle you in a tight hug.

“What did I say about too much physical contact?” You joked as she wrapped her excited arms around you not leaving you space to move. She pulled back, her smile still lingering.

“Thank you so much!” she squeaked. You were too preoccupied by  her shouts that you forgot that having night shift meant you would get off work at 10PM, then have to walk three blocks to reach your house … in the darkness.

The realization didn’t hit you until it was the end of the work day. You closed the store checking each lock prolongedly before you wrapped yourself into your coat and hurriedly, almost running, heading home. Feeling the similar cold sensation from that night, the same darkness embracing you all so comfortably. You glanced around at the deserted street, feeling relieved but the voice in the back of your head screaming in anxiety, you chose to silence it ignoring the constant warnings for every sound, whisper or movement anywhere near you.

You hands tightly wrapped around the numerous store keys each one entangled between two fingers, it was stupid to think it would serve an actual purpose if anything was to happen but it provided a much needed consolation for your vulnerability. You weren’t the strongest person and you knew it.

You were surprised to hear an engine sound driving up from behind you, at this time and hour. Even more surprised when the car came to a halt on the sidewalk besides you almost ramming into you. You leaped back away from it.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You yelled at the stranger stepping out of the vehicle feigning a worried look on his face as another stepped out the driver’s seat and not leaving his spot once the door was closed.

“Are you okay? You must’ve been very shocked. We apologize for that.” His voice, damaged by obvious years of smoking, rang through one ear leaving the other as the obvious lie almost had you laughing. You didn’t respond just started walking again. They didn’t seem to be having it, a hand grabbing your forearm turning you violently towards him.

“Come on, it’s rude not to show appreciation for my apology.” His tone deepened and his eyes filled with clear lust. You could smell the scent of alcohol with every breath he exhaled in your direction making you cringe away. You tried to jerk your hand away from him but he grabbed it back right after it slipped. You stood still for a moment calming yourself before glaring at him.

“Let. Me. The. Fuck. Go.” It was getting hard for you to control your anger at this point. Things have been piling up inside of you, and knowing yourself you would never relieve the stress and leave it to accumulate until breaking point.

“You heard her, let her go.” A familiar voice spoke from behind you. A voice that haunted you for the past weeks, making staying in complete silence torture. You turned to glance at him, he still looked the same, dressed in nothing but black from head to toe. The green in his hair has faded some but the traces were still there, you felt disappointed at the mere fact that something changed, why? You brushed away those thoughts concentrating on the current situation, on the hand painfully tightening on your arm, on the death stare the red eyed man was giving the two of you and his sharp fangs making themselves known as he parted his puffy lips, slowly licking his bottom lip in the most erotic way possible. He shot a glance at you.

“Can you not think about that right now?” He growled and you could feel heat seeping into your cheeks looking away trying to pull your hand from the man’s grip but, again, to no avail. Your failure seemed to anger the dark figure even further as he seemed to be losing his self-control.

“Who are you to tell me that?” The stranger yelled back letting your hand go and instead wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you towards him. That was it, the drop that flooded the cup. He lurched forwards grabbing the man by the collar as you were pushed to the ground violently, unintentionally. He didn’t take into account how much force he used against you only thinking about protecting you from the other, he ended up hurting you himself, again.

He glanced at you his icy expression breaking into worry. That’s all it took for the other to flee his grasp, the other guy, clearly more drunk, joining him instantly. He stepped towards you in a hesitant step pausing when you flinched away looking up from your scraped and bloody hands. Now, being in his presence, the feeling of nervousness and fear were building up deep inside of you.

One of the two men swung a drunken punch at him while he was distracted. He stopped it before it could hit his jaw clenching his fist around the larger man’s hand the sound of bone crushing echoed through the street. It was followed by silence then a high pitched scream of pain as he kept tightening his slender fingers around him. He stepped forward wrapping the other free hand on the second’s neck not leaving him a chance to react when the air was blocked from his lungs so suddenly it wasn’t long before he stopped struggling falling to the ground motionless. His glare turned back to the screaming one, still trying to get away from him,

“Never touch what’s mine.” He stated his words hitting you hard. His? Rather than making you feel whatever you were supposed to get from someone saying that about you, you just felt anger, pure anger. A strong emotion you couldn’t pinpoint the cause of, but it was there clenching your heart.

You pushed yourself up stumbling back a few steps to gain balance. You looked just as he pierced the man’s neck, just like he did to you. However, it was rougher and more brutal than with you. You suddenly felt a pain in the bite mark, remembering how it felt when his pointed fangs made their way so easily into your soft skin, how it felt to sense as every drop of blood leaked out to meet his warm tongue resting all so comfortably against your tense muscles and his low moans of pleasure as he took in each drop with utter desire for it, for you.

There you were again, feeling all the wrong sensations and imagining all the wrong things. A growl snapped you back to him as he pulled away the cold, drained body falling like a dead leaf to the ground. He wiping the leftover blood from his chin with the back of his hand before speaking under his breath “Distasteful.” It was the first time you witnessed a dead body so closely, it was so gruesome, so sickening.

His dead eyes staring into yours, his muscles were still tense from the struggle, he gently twitched as they finally relaxed. You didn’t even dare to look at the man, you couldn’t. You turned on you heels and started running aimlessly, you just wanted to get out of there, it was too much for you to support and to process. You stopped next to an alley the urge to vomit omnipresent in your stomach. You were coughing violently and dry heaving hunched forward your hand pushed against the wall for support. A cold hand grabbed your shoulder tightening all so softly.

“Stay away from me!” You jerked his hand away choking on your tears and coughs, you were surprised you could speak out even a single word. His hand found its way back to your arm turning you to him and pulling you closer. You closed your eyes in anticipation for the worst, the only thought in your head is that you were going to end up like that man. Dead in the middle of a back alley for no one to find. To your surprise, he wrapped you in a tight hug pulling you against him, his chin resting on the top of your head holding you in place.

“I’m sorry, It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.” He kept humming his vibrating adam’s apple palpable on your forehead each time it moved up and down as he spoke. The hoarse tone of his voice strangely making all the disgust and anxiety go away.

You don’t know when but you were crying frantically into his shirt, your breathing becoming a mess. You held it in for too long that when it started coming out, it literally exploded. His embrace felt normal, comforting and warm. You would usually feel weirded out by prolonged physical contact but this was the most comfortable silence you have even been in. Well, it wasn’t technically silence since your heavy breathing broke it. He just stood there his arms still around you pulling tighter and tighter whispering sweet nothing into your ear. It took you a long time to stop, but he didn’t let you go.

“I … I…” you spoke, your voice muffled against his chest affirming that he could indeed let you go. And after a deep sigh he did, instead his hands finding yours and grasping them as if you were going to run away if he wasn’t touching you.

“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” He declared with an unknown smile.

“What?” you looked up at him your cheeks still wet from the old teardrops as new ones joined them. He brought his hand up to wipe them, his touch so gentle you leaned into it, his smile widened with satisfaction at your friendly gesture. Unlike earlier when you flinched away from him, he wasn’t feeling hostility from you anymore. Can I trust him? You frowned as the thought echoed through your mind. In response, he leaned forward placing his lips on your forehead a bit rougher than his touch, then taking his lips back just as they touched you.

“My name is Min Yoongi.” He restated and you giggled for no reason. He arched an eyebrow at your sudden reaction and you pulled you hand away from him causing him to frown before you reached out again.

“I’m Y/N.” He took your hand in his shaking it.

“I know.” He replied his fingers fitting so perfectly between yours. You shook your head.

“I don’t even want to know how you do.” He laughed, unlike what you would presume, the sound of his laughter was bubbly and silly making you chuckle. Meeting his eyes you realized they settled on a velvet black, no traces of blood in them at all. For a moment, right there, he seemed normal. You seemed normal.

But it wasn’t. This feeling wasn’t right.

3

When we think of human sacrifices, we think of them as more of a movie plot other than something that actively takes place but sadly, a young man by the name of Mark Kilroy discovered how very real human sacrifices are in 1989. Mark Kilroy was a 21-year-old student from the University of Texas. He was on spring break with some university friends in Matamoros in Mexico, when he suddenly disappeared while the group were out visiting some local bars. Authorities on both sides of the border began an extensive search for the young man but to no avail. The case seemed to go cold until it was re-opened when a Mexican national by the name of Serafin Hernandez sped through a police checkpoint without stopping his vehicle. This immediately rang alarm bells and the authorities sped after Hernandez, who led them to a remote ranch, known by the name of Rancho Santa Elena. An investigation discovered that this ranch was the headquarters for a drug-smuggling cult which was led by Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo. The blood thirsty cult would seek supernatural protection by sacrificing a human victim whose heart and brain would then be cooked and consumed by the cult. An excavation of the ranch ensued and on 11 April, 1989, the mutilated body of Mark Kilroy and 14 other victims were uncovered. Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo and a few other members managed to flee the ranch but committed suicide as authorities were closing in on them.

Twisted Romance

Hi could you do an imagine where there’s a tornado and you’re at school so everyone has to go it’s the bathrooms and you ask you’re crush(who is actually your ex BF)to sit beside you and he holds onto you like he used to? (Make it kinda upsetting and. Sad but kinda happy please!)

Hope you guys like this one. This request really hits home for me, as I was in a tornado recently (the one in texas the day after christmas) and it tore through my neighborhood, but by the grace of God, our house was untouched, other than a few minor things. I tried to do this one justice. I hope you like it. As always I aim to please! :) 

Originally posted by won-der-land89

The weather had been weird all day. It was oddly cool, seeing as this morning it had been nearly 100˚. But the temperature had dropped surprisingly fast, now resting in the mid-50s. You thought maybe it had been in part to all the rain, but you had never known rain to do such a thing to the temperature. But other than that, today seemed like any other day, until you got a weather alert, saying the area was under tornado warning. This was a text you had gotten several times during this time of the year. It being early spring and all, tornado warnings were just a part of your life, so you went along with the schools drill of moving all students to the lower floor of the school, into bathrooms and inner classrooms.

           Just your luck you end up stuck in the boy’s bathroom, between some random kid you hardly knew, and your ex-boyfriend, (y.c.n). You guys had broken up almost 3 months ago, but feelings don’t just disappear, especially from a 2 year relationship that just seemed so right. As frustrating as it was to be stuck with him, you knew the tornado drill would all be over in about 10 minutes like always. But suddenly you hear the tornado sirens begin to blare outside of the school building, which never happened.

           “Hey, (y.n). It’s gonna be ok. It’s probably just because of the wind speeds.” (y.c.n) says trying to reassure you. He always did have this way of knowing when you were upset even if you were trying to put on a brave face. It’s at that moment that you begin to panic, because the lights cut out. Leaving you staring in to the blackness of the boy’s restroom. There are scattered screams as people adjust to the new darkness.

           “You’re shaking. Come here.” (y.c.n) says trying to take your hand. But you pull it away.

           “No, we’re not together anymore. You can’t make me do anything.” You say, though slightly wishing you hadn’t as the wind begins to pick up.

           “I’m not saying we have to be together again, I just know how you feel about storms, and this one in particular isn’t looking good at the moment. Just come sit over here in my lap, at least until this over, and then we can part ways like it never happened.” (y.c.n) says sincerely.

           Just then the sound of breaking glass fills your ears, and you practically leap into (y.c.n)’s lap. As the tornado tears the roof off the 3rd floor of the school, you shake with fear, but feel a little more at ease, as (y.c.n) holds your head closer to his shoulder and rocks, whispering,

           “Everything is going to be ok, we’re going to be ok. We have to be ok, because I need you to know how much I still love you, so everything is going to be fine.”

           And he was right, just as quickly as it had all started, it stopped. You wait in the bathrooms for another half hour or so just to be sure. When you emerge, everything looks to be ok, until you walk to the east wing, where you can see clear to the sky. The the 2nd and 3rd story have been ripped clear off the building. Luckily no one is hurt, but everyone seems to be pretty shaken up. The next couple of hours pass by in slow motion. Ambulances coming to check if anyone is severally hurt, people coming to check the rumble for anything that could have made it through the storm. All the while, (y.c.n) never lets go of your hand, and what he said in the bathroom plays over and over in your mind. I need you to know how much I still love you… He still loved you, you still loved him. So why were you not together? At this point you couldn’t even remember what had made you break up in the first place, it seemed so unimportant now. If it had been something truly worth ending 2 amazing years over, then you would be able to remember it regardless of the events that had just unfolded.

           “(Y.c.n)-”

           “(Y.n)-” you say simultaneously.

           “You go first.” You say ushering him to continue his thought, in hopes that it has to do with what he had said earlier.

           “Well I don’t know if you heard me in there, but I may have said I still loved you and-” he begins,

           “And you don’t it was just a spur of the moment thing.” You say finish his sentence and turning to walk away so he can’t see the tears forming in your eyes.

           Grabbing your hand and pulling you back to him, he wipes a tear from your face as it falls. Chuckling he continues,

           “Will you please let me finish. You always did have a way of jumping to the worst possible case scenario. If you had let me finish, you would have heard me say that I meant it, and that I’ve missed you these last 3 months. Every time anything good happens to me, you’re the first person I want to tell, and not being able to, has killed me. I don’t even remember what we fought about that brought this break up about, and I don’t think you do either. So if you still even in the slightest have feelings for me. Let’s get back together.”

Originally posted by sentimente-ranite

            (Y.c.n) was saying everything you had wanted to hear for 3 months, and without hesitation, you nod yes and his arms envelope you in a bear hug so tight it crushes the air from your body. But it’s a welcomed feeling, the smell of his shirt fills your nostrils, his warmth spreads across your body. It’s a familiar place to be, wrapped in his arms was where you belonged, this was home. He pushes back to look down at your face, and plants a kiss on your lips. Fast and full of longing at first, but then it slows, and you find a steady rhythm, and it becomes easy, like riding a bike, you never really forget. Your lips fit perfectly with his, like you were made for each other. Smiling into the kiss, he pulls away, kisses your forehead, and wraps you back into a hug.

           “See, I told you we we’re gonna be ok.” He says kissing your hair, and you just smile into his chest, knowing that he was right, and you were going to be ok.


I hope you guys enjoyed that one. Don’t be afraid to send me your requests. Kk my lovelies, until next time. ♥♥♥

That’s How You Know

“He’ll find some way to show you, with the little things he’ll do; That’s how you know, that’s how you know - he’s your love” - Disney’s Enchanted

Because, after all, love is in the littlest of things.

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When it’s been a rough day.

- Everyone has days when they feel tired and exhausted; where it feels like the weight of the world is on their shoulders, and it’s just too easy - too tempting, to call it quits and give up trying. 

- Today is one of those days for you. 

- As you trudge your way back to the apartment, your backpack somehow feels heavier than before, and your steps more arduous despite the familiar route back home.

- The sun is slowly setting, casting it’s final orangey-red glow on the sidewalk. Somehow, the gradual disappearance of the sun into the horizon only seems to add to your feelings of melancholy today. It’s receding is like the light at the end of your tunnel - it only seems to grow farther and farther away the more you run towards it. 

- The gentle spring breeze plays with the locks of your hair, as if in attempts to cheer you up. All around, you hear the hurried steps of other passersby. It’s been a long day of work for them too, and their hastened steps are a mere reflection of their urgency and desire to return home; to rest.

- Rest; It’s an elusive thing for you. It’s hard to rest when there are too many things to do, too many responsibilities you have to fulfil, too many worries plaguing you about your future. 

- All day you had been overwhelmed by the profound sense that you were drowning, slowly but surely. It was getting increasingly more difficult to keep your head above the waters - your responsibilities, the pressures, the expectations and thoughts of the future.

- You content with your apathetic pace despite the hustle and bustle around you. When will this striving ever end, you ask yourself; When will you be able to just rest.

- You turn the corner unto your street. It’s quieter here than the main sidewalk, and the sudden tranquility of the street strips your mind of whatever little distraction it had away from the full force of your thoughts.

- You feel tears prick your eyes, overwhelmed by feelings of helplessness. Everything is just too much; and you’re not enough. And for a split second you question whether your relationship with him is worth it - when there is just so many other concerns that should be more of a priority.

- As the lift door shuts and it ascends to your floor, you rest your head gingerly on the cool mirror. You wonder whether he’s already home, and are reminded of the long list of uncompleted chores and errands you need to take care of. Another sigh escapes your lips. Your eyes are wet, but you’re too exhausted to let the tears flow.

- Lost in your thoughts, you step into the threshold of your apartment, letting the door click shut silently behind you. You can smell dinner, and as you turn the corner, you see him hunched over a stack of papers at the dining table.

- He looks up just as you enter and stop several feet away from where he’s sitting. You make no attempt to approach any closer. It’s been too long of a day.

- He stares at you for several seconds, noticing the wet sheen around your eyes and how the light and fire in your stunning chestnut eyes is gone. And he immediately knows - it’s been a rough day.

- You watch as his eyes soften. His deep brown eyes are so warm, so promising, so comforting, so full of concern and love. And you can do nothing but stand rooted at your spot, the tears now welling up more in your eyes. 

- He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he approaches your hunched figure silently, pulling you into his embrace. It’s so warm, so comforting, and while nothing falls into place with that one hug, you somehow feel like there is a hope that they all will, eventually.

- The doubts in your mind quieten considerably as you stand there engulfed in his long arms. And you know the sacrifices are worth it - he is worth it.  

- So that’s how you knew, then, that he loved you.

For the prompt: “Kirsten and Cameron are watching movies and Cameron tells her to pick one out while he goes to get popcorn. Then Kirsten sees a disc that says “Cameron’s high school musical” on it, with Cameron dancing and singing, and she plays it.


“Every time you let me pick the movie you complain.” Kirsten reminds Cameron, sifting through his extensive collection of Blu-Rays.

“That’s not true.” He argues, peering at the title in her hand. “But we’ve already seen The Princess Bride twice.” She sighs, fixing him with a pointed look. He throws his hands up in surrender.

“Fine. I’m going to go make popcorn. You choose whatever you want. Except-”

“Go!” Kirsten commands, pointing toward the kitchen. He shuffles off, sulking. She turns back to the movies, which are organized first by genre, then alphabetically. Next to Hercules, she finds a title that surprises her.

“High School Musical?” She reads aloud, glancing back at the kitchen. She can’t imagine why Cameron would have that, but figures that aside from the Princess Bride, it’s probably her best bet at getting back at him for critiquing her choices every week. It’s a blank case, probably a bootleg, and she slides the disc into the player with a smile on her face. He’s going to be extremely annoyed when he comes back to find a Disney Channel special playing, but he did tell her to choose whatever she wants.

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//When fucked up ideas become even more fucked up ,ahah. I liked the macabre and ancient idea of worshiping dead bodies and turning them into something eternal by making them become one with earth and nature.

So I though of this other AU , were Alfred is a pagan spirit-minor god of spring or something like that , and in order to survive (since he’s almost been forgotten and risks to disappear) he manipulates Ivan for his own purpose. This lonely man , who seems pretty hopeless , looks like the perfect puppet to Alfred’s eyes. 

And he pretends sacrifices from him , human sacrifices because yes .

AND THEN, you know , happy thing , happy endings , cute stuff. 

(that means pain and bad things )