I received my pre-order of Empress of a Thousand Skies and Wintersong today. I already read Wintersong, and I looove love this fantasy book. The prose is gorgeous accompanied by luminous writing and swoon-worthy otp. I plan to reread it later this month. ⭐🎶 I haven’t read Empress yet but I intend to start it tonight! It’s been compared to SAGA and Rogue One which are two of my favorite things. I’m crossing my fingers, I’ll love it!
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Ready to ski and ice skate today! ⛸🏔⛷ (obviously not in my long green coat, that would be a disaster 😂) Also since I get asked this often, it is all my real hair. I haven’t cut it in 5 years, only skimmed. I might do a post or video on hair care and frequently asked questions~ thoughts? 😌✨❄️
I’m so sorry this is so late and out of the blue. Exam season is upon us and I’ve been swamped. I still have loads of half done drafts which I’ll try to finish and post. Love, N xxxx
“Are you sure you can’t come to this last bar, Y/N?” One of your friends slurred out.
You and your friends had been bar hopping and so far you were mildly drunk. You handled your alcohol well, unlike your friends and only agreed to join them to see your friends get ugly drunk, instead, they flirted with anything that had a dick and legs. Your standards meant that none of the guys offered you drinks so you were tipsy at best.
“I’m going to head home. I don’t like the bar that you’re headed to anyway” You replied, disentangling yourself from another drunk off her face friend.
“Okay. We’ll miss you” They all shouted dissolving into a fit of giggles before stumbling down the street.
You rolled your eyes and began your walk home. It was only 1 am but it was that odd time of night where everyone was out but everyone was in. The roads were empty due to most of the people being in clubs or in their homes. It was quite peaceful for you. The smell of rain lingered in the air and the cool breeze did everything to relieve you from the stuffy air in the club.
You cut through the usual alleyway. It wasn’t like most cliche shortcuts, it was between two houses and continued like that for a few streets. The neighbourhood was a good one, mostly rich white families so you knew you were okay. You were back on the main road, right in the middle of mystic falls which was pretty much deserted. From your peripheral vision, you could see shadows moving but you knew that there wasn’t anything behind you.
You looked down at your phone to reply to a text when you saw a man in front of you. You quickly stopped to avoid crashing into him.
“Well lookie here” The guy sung.
“Excuse me?” You replied, pissed and confused at the attractive stranger.
“I’m going to kill you, sweetheart”
You burst out laughing.
“I think someone spiked your drink, dude.”
“You should be cowering in fear. Why are you not cowering in fear?” He asked, his evil demeanour changing.
“Because when a random guy comes up and says ‘i’m going to kill you’ at 1 am on a Saturday night he’s drunk. So if you don’t mind, sir. I’ll be on my way”
“But I am going to kill you”
“Yeah of course you are. Now move please”
All of a sudden a metal railing appeared in the stranger’s hands. He bent it easily even managing to knot it in the middle.
“I could really kill you if I wanted to.”
“Yes, but so could another random stranger or even a dog. You’re probably jacked up on some ‘roids so please let me pass”
“I’ll let you live, you’re funny”
You narrowed your eyes and continued walking.
“I’ll see ya around” The stranger called out.
You thought that would have been the last you saw of the stranger, only you were clearly mistaken.
You came back from shopping a few weeks after the incident to see the man sitting on your porch. He got up and came to your car, taking the bags you had out of your hands. You held the others and walked up to your front door.
“This may be weird but I want some advice so do you think I could,” He asked while you wrestled around to get the keys into the lock
“Come in?” You asked
The stranger nodded and looked slightly relieved too.
“I don’t even know your name”
“Damon, Damon Salvatore”
“A guy called Damien bought me a drink at a bar once. It wasn’t nice”
You finally managed to unlock the front door and entered the house. The groceries were dropped into the kitchen while your clothes were left by the stairs to be taken into your room.
“So what did you need help with?” You asked him as you began to put the food away.
“If you were to get wooed by someone, how would you like them to do it?”
“Wooed?” You asked, raising an eyebrow
“Just shut up and answer the question”
“Get me flowers, lingerie, chocolate. Take me out to a nice dinner, or even make it yourself. Have good taste in movies, clothes and the most important, alcohol”
“What about someone who’s completely the opposite of you”
“Get her flowers. A nice candle, a pretty diary, maybe a scarf or a cardigan. She probably wants a well thought out date and probably doesn’t trust you enough to be in your house on the first date, so a dinner date. You’d probably have to have her home by 9 exactly or she’ll think you’re trying to fuck her. Take her chair out for her, pay the bill, let her order for herself. That kind of shit”
“Hmm that was very insightful”
“Where does the Nutella go?”
“Top cupboard next to the stove”
“How should I ask her?”
“She got a boyfriend? You seem like the type of guy to go for someone who’s already in a relationship”
“Just straight up ask her”
“Yeah go ahead”
“How do you know my name?” You asked.
“Hold on, how do you even know where I live?” You added after realising he should know nothing about you.
“I work for the FBI”
“I really believe that”
“Well, I’ll be leaving now”
“See ya around, Damon”
A few more weeks later, Damon showed up at your office.
You scrunched your face up in confusion at the nickname.
“Play along” He mouthed.
“Damon! What are you doing here?”
“we were going to the ski lodge today. You boss told me you didn’t put in a request for a day off.”
“It must have slipped my mind. With your crazy surprises!”
“It’s fine, Y/N. You can have tomorrow off”
You thanked your boss and packed up your desk. A fake smile was plastered over your mouth as you and Damon walked hand in hand to your car. You got in before going off on him.
“That was so unprofessional, you ass.”
“I needed you for the weekend.”
“Undercover work. I need a date for a party”
“What happened with your other girl?”
“I’m not going with you. thank you for the day off, but I’m not going.”
“I need you to come with me. Please”
“Why? How the fuck did you know where I live anyway?”
Damon looked conflicted for a moment.
“Let me drive us somewhere and I’ll explain everything”
You nodded and moved into the back seat as Damon hopped over the centre console into the driver’s seat. You then made your way into the front passenger seat and you drove off. After a while of driving, you stopped in front of a huge house.
“Welcome, to Casa de Salvatore” He explained, flipping the ignition off and handing you your keys.
“You live here?!”
Damon nodded and the two of you got out of the car and into his house. He led you down some stairs to his basement and into a smaller room equipped only with some plants and a freezer.
“Do you sell weed?”
“No. This is vervain. It’s a plant to keep humans safe from our abilities.”
Damon placed a finger to his lips motioning for you to shut up as he opened up the freezer.
“This is our store of blood, it stops us from having to feed on humans”
“Hold the fuck up. Blood? Feed on humans! You need help and I am getting the fuck out of here”
You headed for the door but it was slammed shut and Damon stood in front of it.
His eyes went bloodshot and the veins under his eyes were so much more prominent, they were bright red and his teeth were bared with his canines elongated into fangs.
“Are you fucking serious. You’re a god damn vampire. You could have told me that in the beginning you asshole. I thought you were some creepy weirdo.”
“I envisioned this going in a completely different direction.”
“So what’s the real reason why you need me to come to this thing of yours?”
“I need a human with me to gain entrance. It’s a fucked up vampire thing where you showcase your ‘food’ while trying to make money. I need to kill someone there and my brother won’t let me take Elena”
“So you need me to come with you into a room of bloodthirsty vampires?”
“I’ll do it, but you owe me big time”
“There’s one more thing. I kind of need to feed off you on your wrists and neck to make it look like you really are my blood bag.”
“Isn’t that going to like kill me?”
“No. I just need to show restraint”
“Right. Well, you can’t do all of this after you get me an outfit for said party.”
“I’m sure you have a dress you could use, judging by your office, your office Christmas parties must be a hoot”
“I might have something. But you’ll need to take me home and let me get supplies.”
“Why are you so okay with this?”
“Finding out I’m a bloodsucking monster who could potentially drain you in your sleep”
“Because I’d like to think we have formed a friendship and I don’t think you’re that much of a sociopath to kill your friends. And its mystic falls, you really think that everyone believes in the ‘animal attack’ excuse?”
Damon shrugged in agreement and took you home to get a dress. You settled on a black mermaid dress with crystals on it. You grabbed a few more essentials and set your alarm and locked all your doors.
In the morning before Damon’s event, the two of you drove to a country club on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. He forced you to wear a turtle neck for the time being until he could make the marks on your wrists and neck. The two of you checked into a hotel room and to your surprise, there was already someone in there.
“Do you have everything?” Another handsome stranger asked.
“All in the bag,” Damon replied waving his hand in the direction of the bag he flung across the room.
“Y/N, Alaric Saltzman. Ric, Y/N”
You waved before pulling off the turtleneck to reveal your tank top underneath.
“Why’s he here?” You asked.
“He is a vampire hunter.He is also here to make sure I don’t kill you”
“The event is in 3 hours, that means we have to do the biting now” Ric piped up.
Damon came and took your wrist.
You nodded as he brought it up to his lips and the familiar vampire features graced his face again. You felt the fangs prick your skin and suck up some of the blood. You felt a little light headed but it went away once Damon removed his fangs and you remembered to breathe. He copied his actions on the other wrist and let you breathe.
He asked, dropping down to his knees so you were the same level.
“Yeah, I just need to breathe a bit.”
“It’s going to be a lot harder with your neck. I’m going to give you this stake. If you feel like I’m draining too much, just stab it in my neck and I should stop”
Damon handed you a small thin stake. You made a fist around it ready to stab. He held his hand out and you took it to hoist yourself off the bed. He placed his arms around you and you dropped most of your weight onto him.
“Don’t go getting any ideas, Damon”
“Blood sharing is a pretty intimate experience, babe”
“I will prematurely stab you in the neck”
Damon chuckled before going completely serious. His grip tightened and he pulled you closer to his body. you titled your neck to one side and his fangs sunk in once again. The light-headedness came a lot faster this time but Damon could sense your discomfort and forced himself away from your neck.
“Do you want to take a break?”
“No just do the other side and give me a 2-litre bottle of coke”
“Are you sure, I could kill you”
“You kill me and I swear to God-”
You were cut off by him drinking from you again. You angrily shoved the stake in his neck and felt his fangs retract.
“What was that for?” He howled, pulling the stake out.
You watched as his skin healed and it looked like nothing had happened.
“You didn’t let me finish speaking and you were drinking too much”
“What can I say, you taste great”
“You’re not the first person to say that to me”
He scrunched his nose in disgust as Alaric laughed.
“We should keep her around”
“Yes, she’s so fucking funny. You need to put a lot of makeup on and make your hair all fancy whilst we drink bourbon”
You rolled your eyes but refused to get up.
“I just had my blood drained, the least you could do is pick up that dressing table and bringing it to me and plugging in my curler.”
Damon mimicked you but did what you asked and you began to curl your hair whilst sitting on the bed.
Hours later, you were completely ready. You looked like you were dressed to go to an awards ceremony, minus the puncture wounds. You walked out from the bathroom and into the hotel room to see Damon looking suave in a tux.
“You clean up well,”
“You look amazing,”
You gave your hair a final fluff and wiped your teeth off any lipstick and you were ready to go. Damon held out his arm and you linked yours through it.
“Ric’ll be ready with a getaway vehicle because as soon as I kill this guy, all hell’s going to break loose” Damon informed you as the two of you walked to the lift to take you down to ‘the event’.
“I am wearing 4-inch heels. I hope you don’t expect me to run in these”
“I’ll carry you”
“You try anything and I swear I’ll shove that plant down your pants.”
The lift dinged open and another couple smiled at you. This girl also had her puncture wounds on show. You and Damon stepped into the lift standing on the side opposite to them.
“You here for the convention?” The other vampire asked.
“Martin. Martin James and this is Serena”
The girl waved.
“Ian and this is Aleisha.”
You waved back.
The lift stopped and the doors opened into the hotel lobby. Damon pulled you out and beelined away from the ballroom.
“I’m aiming to kill this guy within the first hour of this party and then we’re out. Remember your new name and stay close to me the entire night.” He murmured.
“Great, I just stand next to you like a trophy”
“I’m sorry, did you really want to be wandering around a room of thirsty vampires with 8 puncture wounds on show?”
“I’m going to kill you”
Damon laughed overly loud as he led you back to the ballroom. You put on a fake smile as you walked into the room. A server walked over to you and held out a tray. You picked up a flute of champagne and delicately sipped from it.
The pair of you began to mingle with the other vampires, Damon was sure not to reveal any extra details and only let them know he was an older vampire who was very rich.
You had been limited to 2 glasses of champagnes since ‘blood loss and alcohol is trouble’ so you were forced to sit through stifling conversations with the stupid vampires about how rich they all were. You could think of much more interesting things to talk about than the value of Vlad’s estate.
“I am just a bit parched. Y/N, let’s go to the bar” Damon announced. He held his hand out which you took and escorted you away.
“I’m going to do it now. Get ready for motion sickness.” He whispered in your ear.
“Break a leg”
The two of you got to the bar and took a seat on the barstools.
You waved for the bartender and he shuffled over to you and Damon. You were about to give him the specific instructions for your cocktail when Damon spoke instead. Ordering himself a shot and nothing for you.
Your head turned and you glared at him.
“You’ll puke it all up onto my suit.”
You rolled your eyes and watched Damon down the shot and get up. He held out his hand for you to take and led you towards his intended target. Damon walked in front of you at first but then moved behind you. He stepped on the back of your dress making you fall forwards into the chest of a blonde vampire. He looked at you with contempt but his features softened as he saw your cleavage.
“You should look at where you’re going young one, your master would hate it if someone ate from his plate”
“I’m so sorry” Damon apologised as he pulled you away and wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Nonsense, it was just an accident”
“No, I may be sorry for what I’m about to do to you”
Damon flung a stake at the vampire and it landed straight in his heart
“Sayanora sickos” He yelled before rushing off.
literally 10 seconds later you were in the middle of a road standing in front of a car.
“I’m going to puke” You mumbled before rushing to some bushes and throwing up the 2 glasses of champagne you drank. You came back and wiped your mouth.
Damon bit into his wrist and thrust it into your mouth. You pressed your lips together and pushed his arm away.
“I don’t do that shit”
“You have fang marks on the most visible areas of your body. If you drink my blood, you’ll heal and my brother won’t be up my ass for what I did”
You begrudgingly took Damon’s wrist with your hands and brought it to your lips. the metallic taste of his blood made you gag but you forced yourself to swallow some of it.
“okay little vampire that could, you’re all healed up now”
You dropped his arm and looked at your own. It looked as though nothing had happened to you and you were sure some cat scratches were gone too.
You nodded in approval at your wrist before striding over to the car and lying down on the cool leather of the back seats. Ric was sitting in the driver’s seat and looked at you through the rear view mirror.
“Shut up. Let me sleep”
He chuckled as Damon sat beside him and you drove off.
It took a couple of hours to get back to Mystic falls, not that it made any difference to you since you’d been sleeping the entire time. Damon and Ric dropped you back to your house and drove away whilst you dealt with making sure your tired self didn’t trip over your dress and die.
You safely managed to get inside and took your makeup off. You put the dress back in its bag and hung it up again to be worn at another date before heading straight to bed.
You spent the weekend cleaning up your house and online shopping and before you knew it you had to wake up on Monday morning for work. You started off with the shittest morning, you forgot to set your alarm so you woke up half and hour later than usual, you ran out of coffee and Starbucks was closed for refurbishment so you were stuck with the decaf shit that was in the break room and one of your colleagues decided to use your desk and move everything around.
Once your desk was in a decent condition for you to work in, you logged in and began working. A few hours later, the mail person came to your desk with a muffin basket.
You looked at the basket confused but took it anyway. A card was stuck on the cellophane
A basket of muffins for your troubles. I owe you one.
Your new friend, Damon
You smiled at the card and plucked a chocolate chip muffin out of the basket.
“If any of you fuckers even breathes near my muffins, I’ll murder you.” You threatened before sitting back down at your desk and continuing your work whilst eating your muffins.
Who knew being friends with a vampire resulted in free muffins?
76 years today, the skies of Crete became filled with the crosses of the Luftwaffe and parachute canopies as the Fallschirmjäger of the 7th Flieger Division dropped from their Ju-52 transport planes, often right on top of the Allied defenses.
As a result many were shot dead even before hitting the ground. To make things worse, they jumped armed only with pistols or machine-pistols. Their rifles, sub-mgs and heavier equipment being dropped separately in containers. Getting rid of the parachute and finding the containers while under fire from the well prepared defenses proved a deadly task and the number of casualties raised accordingly.
In this photo, two fallschirmjäger, lucky enough to have survived the drop and find their weapons, look towards the coast and their next objective.
The spot has been wrongly identified as being near Suda Bay. Using the mountain tops in the horizon I believe I managed to identify the correct location as the hills near Maleme airfield, looking North-west (comparison in comments). Part of the runway can be seen on the left, half hidden by the soldier.
If true, these men probably belonged to the 1st (Koch) or 3rd Battalion of the 3rd Fallschirmjäger Regiment. They had dropped on Hill 107, defended by the 22nd New Zealander Battalion. It is on the slopes of Hill 107, overlooking the airfield that stands today the German War Cemetery.
The weather in Charming seemed to be a constant: sunny, clear skies, warm. Today was unexpected. It seemed like Charming was being singled out as the rain poured down heavily on the small city. While most people stayed indoors there was a couple currently taking shelter under an awning of a nearby store. Jax Teller & Y/n Y/L/N laughed as they tried to remain dry, each laughing more as drops of cold water found its way down and onto their skin. It was a rare day for the couple, as they finally had time to spend with each other without having to run off to take care of work problems or any club business. Yet here they were, as luck would have it, trapped by rolling storm.
It didn’t bother them much. For Jax, just having these moments alone was all he needed. He would stay under the awning as long as possible if it meant that he had Y/n in his arms. For Y/n, this was perfection. She loved the rain and wished it happened more. “I love this weather,” she rested her head on his chest and stared out at the pouring rain before them. Jax just chuckled and pressed a kiss to her head, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist. “Come on Jax, let’s go play in the rain for a while!”
Jax laughed harder as Y/n drug him through the rain. THe cold water pattered against them, soaking their clothes. It didn’t bother Jax though; seeing Y/n so carefree and excited swelled his heart. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her face as she spun and jumped in different puddles, her smile growing wider. Y/N caught him staring at walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to place a small kiss on his lips. Jax quickly pulled her closer and returned the kiss. “We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain,” he laughed, kissing her again. Y/n responded by deepening the kiss to quiet him.
The weather in Charming seemed to be a constant: sunny, clear skies, warm. Today was unexpected and for one moment in time, unexpected is exactly what Jax and Y/N needed in their lives.