sorry that it's not serious or important discussion between these two

(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!

VINCENT VAN GOGH

“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

“I wish they would only take me as I am.”

“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”

“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”

“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”

PABLO PICASSO

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

“Everything you can imagine is real.“

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Action is the foundational key to all success.“

"It takes a long time to become young.”

“Youth has no age.”

“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”

“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”

“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”

“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”

SALVADOR DALI

“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“

"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”

“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”

“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

“So little of what could happen does happen.”

“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”

“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”

JACKSON POLLOCK

“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”

“My painting does not come from the easel.”

“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”

“Love is friendship set to music.”

“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”

“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”

“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”

“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”

“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“

CLAUDE MONET

“I must have flowers always and always.”

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”

“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

“I can only draw what I see.“

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”

“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“

“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”

“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“

GEORGIA O’KEEFFE

“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”

“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”

“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”

“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”

“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”

“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”

“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”

LEONARDO DA VINCI

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

“Learning never exhausts the mind.”

“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”

“I love those who can smile in trouble…”

“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”

FRIDA KAHLO

“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”

“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”

“Nothing is absolute.”

“Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”

HENRI MATISSE

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.”

“Don’t wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.”

“Creativity takes courage.”

“An artist must not feel under any constraint.”

“We ought to view ourselves with the same curiosity and openness with which we study a tree, the sky or a thought, because we too are linked to the entire universe.”

“A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.”

“Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.”

“To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.”

“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.”

“In love, the one who runs away is the winner.”

“Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.”

MICHELANGELO

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.”

“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“Genius is eternal patience.”

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”

“Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”

“I am still learning.”

anonymous asked:

I'm really excited to see if you think of the 'bedroom scene' (this sounds so weird) as a good or as a bad thing since people seem to have very different opinions about this moment

(‘bedroom scene’ sounds excellent and I’ll defend that name until death lmao)

OK YOU ASKED FOR IT,,, IT’S LONG BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS :P The way I see it, the scene wasn’t as extreme as most people make it out to be. It wasn’t overwhelmingly positive but it wasn’t drastically negative either. It was… a scene. A shared moment between them that gave us insight about how Lance thinks of Keith and what Keith still needs to work on as a leader.

It beings when Lance comes into the room. He knocks and waits for Keith to acknowledge him but there is not a single doubt in his mind that Keith will allow him into his room. He marches in without hesitation and Keith moves aside, no questions asked. Lance had known that Keith would listen to him. 

That’s a huuuuge improvement from s1. S1 Lance would never have considered going to Keith about his problems and s1 Keith would have probably just stared at Lance in confusion, blocking the doorway. Not here though. Keith is happy that Lance visited him. As soon as Lance admits that he wants to talk about something that troubles him, Keith starts smiling. 

It’s honestly adorable how happy he is. “Wow, it really must be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me.” He’s just- he’s so happy, he even made a joke, he was delighted that Lance thought of depending on him when he needed help. We already know how much value Keith places on “bonding” but this was a crucial moment for him; Lance has shown that he supports Keith in the first few episodes of s3 but supporting someone and trusting them with your own troubles are two different things. Lance trusts Keith, he really really does and Keith is finally starting to realize it.

Then Lance says it’s because he is the “team leader” now. Keith’s expression falls.

But here’s the thing. Shiro was already back at that point. And I mean back as in ‘already in his new outfit and out of his room’-back. It makes sense that Lance wouldn’t want to burden him with heavy decisions but this is not a heavy decision (even if Lance might think otherwise hah). If he still thought of Keith the way he had thought of him in s1 he would have gone to Shiro with this.

So why did he choose Keith? Multiple reasons, probably - because he didn’t want to bother Shiro, because Keith has actually seen his skills on the battlefield and is the only ‘battle-leader’ qualified to make a decision, because he knows Keith would listen, because he knows that Keith would never lie to him, because he trusts Keith. Lance is insecure and he doesn’t like to show it, even when he told Coran about his homesickness it was Coran that approached him. Not here though. Lance approaches Keith out of his own free will. Between Keith and Shiro it’s probably easier for Lance to show this side of himself to Keith, someone he sees as distinctly human/reachable (they are “neck to neck”) as opposed to someone levels above him (his “hero”). 

Then the whole spiel starts. Keith… at first Keith genuinely doesn’t understand what’s going on. Lance is like “I’ve been doing some math” and Keith is like “lol ok yeah your math is correct”. Then it slowly dawns on him as Lance keeps explaining his reasoning. He follows along until “maybe the best I can do for the team is to step aside”. 

By then the importance of the moment has fully sunken in. He understands that Lance is serious about this but he doesn’t understand how he reached that conclusion. He’s like “what are you talking about?!” and when Lance tells him that Keith would want his best soldiers on the front line - excluding himself with that statement - Keith can’t even begin to explain how wrong that is. The thing about these two is that they raaarely have heart-to-hearts and in those they have had it was usually Lance comforting Keith or Keith just… going along with whatever Lance initiates.

But that doesn’t work this time. Lance expects him to take the lead and so Keith does what he always does when he is confronted with emotions like insecurity: tell Lance (or himself) to suck it up and deal with it. He didn’t mean any ill by it, it’s just how Keith usually deals with feelings. He shoves troubles and doubts aside and focuses on what he can do. He lives in the moment, Lance lives in the future. “Stop worrying about who flies what and just focus on your mission. Things will work themselves out” was genuine advice from Keith^^’

[it might also be a failed attempt at offering comfort - Keith doesn’t really believe in things working themselves out, so when he says that he’s basically telling Lance that the team is going to work it out. Which is exactly what happens later, Keith was ready to give up his lion and stay at the castle ship. There is no way Lance could have known that on his own though… and I’m not sure if Keith was even consciously aware of what he was implying with these words :’D]

[flat out rejection to discuss things his friends worry about is not new behavior for him either - he did the same thing back in s2e1 when he Shiro asked him to lead Voltron in case he’s not there anymore. He dismissed Shiro’s concerns with “stop talking about that, nothing is gonna happen to you”. Keith is just plain bad with words, it’s definitely something he needs to work on,,,]

Anyway, Lance’s reaction to Keith’s words is an immediate draw back. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” Which is completely understandable, anyone in his situation would have felt as if their worries just got dismissed. And Keith realizes he has fucked up, he calls out to him with a sad expression:

Before making that one “leave the math to Pidge joke”:

It was an attempt to cheer Lance up and Lance recognized the joke for what it was, so he smiled. He smiled because it was a joke and to let Keith know that his efforts are appreciated, but the joke didn’t make the lack of help from before any better or worse. Lance has gotten nothing out of it besides being able to guess that Keith probably cares about him - but he already knew that, otherwise he wouldn’t have approached him in the first place. Keith got out of this that Lance needs support, even if he has not the slightest clue on how to provide it (and he isn’t the type that would go to other people with this issue; not if Lance has approached him privately). 

This scene wasn’t a “big klance moment”, it was just one step of many in their relationship. They are developing slowly, from ‘rivals’ to tentative friends. I don’t think that Keith helped Lance much, there is definitely a loooot of langst still coming up thanks to his failure of supporting him here, but I don’t think that he destroyed the fragile foundations of their friendship with this either. Lance might hesitate or choose not to approach him again if he has more self-confidence issues but I doubt that he blames Keith for that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The same way he had his reasons to not approach Hunk, Pidge, Allura or Shiro this time he might have his reasons not to go to Keith next time. That doesn’t mean he values their developing relationship any less :D

So, what do you actually do as an agnostic secular witch?

(here’s and draft of expert from the zine I’m working on about my personal practice of witchcraft)

I’ve joked that my personal practice of witchcraft looks like a cottage or hearth witch got set loose in a punk house of a Philosophy major drop-out who read too many Discworld books.

However, that statement doesn’t mean much to you if you don’t know what a cottage or hearth witch is, some aspects of Philosophy, or the glory of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld witches’ concept of “headology”.

Keep reading

Between Worlds (Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader)

Between Worlds (Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! So, this is a request of @deepestfirefun ! I hope that you will like it and sorry for the delay once again ^^’

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin x Reader
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It has been a few weeks now that you had woken up in Middle-Earth. Your life was upside down and your definition of ‘rationality’ had definitely changed in the past few weeks. Back in our world - where only humans cohabited and where there were no dragons, Orcs or Elves - you were living a peaceful life.

Or rather; a boring life.

You had longed for adventures and forbidden love stories for ages, always feeling at bay of the society and it’s high demands. However, when you had wished to be sent into Middle-Earth after watching the Hobbit for the hundredth time, you didn’t expect it to truly happen. You had woken up into the woods, your hair all over your face and covering you like a warm and thick drape. And this is where - and how - the company of Thorin Oakenshield had found you.

At first, they were all truly suspicious about you, considering the fact that you were a woman, wearing weird clothes and talking oddly. In their eyes, you were one of a kind. Never had they met a daughter of men like you. You were always cracking jokes, you talked with words that sounded foreign and you cursed a lot. Too much for a lady. You kept repeating that you were no lady but they simply stated that any woman should know how to behave properly.

You had been offended at first but you soon understood that they were only joking when during the first dinner, the company of dwarves started a burping contest. The company of Thorin Oakenshield was a merry gathering and you loved being with them. Your life had been entertaining since they entered your life and you wouldn’t want to change it. In a way, you missed your old world and your family but you couldn’t deny the joy of finally belonging somewhere.

Moreover, you had started t develop some really strong feelings for the leader of the company, Thorin Oakenshield. The dwarf was stubborn and rather rough with you at first but something about him drove you crazy, your heart beating like a drum every time your eyes crossed his or every time you would feel his calloused skin brush against yours. It was hard to control or to hide because you had always dream about this kind of unconditional love. However, you knew that you had to keep your mouth closed. Thorin was a king, or soon to be king, he was the face of the dwarves’ royalty when you were a simple girl from another world.

You sighed as you sat next to Fili and Kili by the fire. Thorin had finally stop the company for the night and ordered to set the camp in a small clearing into the woods. Everyone had his task to do so you started to help Bombur and Bilbo while they prepared the stew. After a while, Bombur finally asked everyone to let him work on his own, pretending that it was almost done (but you knew that he simply wanted to have a small share of stew before everyone and with no one noticing) so you went by the fire and sat next to the two Durin brothers. Bilbo ran off to speak with Gandalf and out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Thorin talking in hushed tone with Balin and Dwalin. You knew that these three were close but you always wondered why they would isolate themselves almost every night. As you watched the three dwarves from your spot next to Kili, the young dwarf decided to ask you about your world. The two young dwarves seemed particularly interesting in your world and its customs.

“Miss (Y/N), can you tell us more about your world?” Kili asked with a bright grin. Fili instantly nodded his head in agreement and a few other dwarves turned their attentions to you.

“What would you like to know?” Every time they would ask you about your world, you were a bit lost, not knowing where to start. Middle-Earth was so much different the Earth. For example, the music was completely different or also the courting customs… On Earth there wasn’t any kind of courting anymore or at least it wasn’t called courting but flirting and dating.

“Maybe you could tell us what the courting customs are in your world?” Kili said genuinely interested but you saw that there was something else behind his question as his eyes looked from his uncle to his brother’s smirking features.

“Well… hm… I could yes.” You answered a but embarrassed. If this was a normal subject of conversation for dwarves, it wasn’t for you.

“Go in lass, we’re all ears!” Fili nodded in encouragement. You smiled weakly then started to explain.

“Well… you see, there’s not really any customs for that matter in my world.” You tapped your chin with your forefinger, trying to find the right words to explain it.

“What? How is that possible?” Kili asked with raised eyebrows.

“Actually, we don’t call it courting. We flirt and date people but we don’t court them. It is in a way a courting process because you ask someone out on a date then you can get to know each other, flirt and stuff like that. But we don’t call it courting.” You ranted a little but it was a tricky matter.

“So it is like courting but also not like courting?” Kili seemed completely lost, his face pulled in a frowning expression that made you chuckle.

“Yes and no.”

“Your world is complicated.” Fili pipped in with a disagreeing tone, you chuckled again.

“That it is!” You said with a small smile.

“Then how do you know when you’re going to marry someone or when you’re engaged?” Kili really wanted to understand.

“Well… if after dating for a while, sometimes years, the man propose to the woman and if she says yes then you’re engaged until the day of your wedding. Then you’re married. But you can call off a marriage whenever you want during the engagement and you can also divorce if you don’t want to be married anymore.” You explained, chuckling even more as you saw Fili and Kili’s faces fell into a horrified rictus.

“Call off a wedding?” Fili exclaimed.

“Divorce?” Kili exclaimed in the same outraged tone.

“Yes.” You said as you nodded your head.

“But why could someone want to divorce from his or her’s One?” Kili looked at you in wonder but looked slightly horrified.

“Oh, we don’t always marry our Ones. We don’t really have Ones either in my world. You just find someone you love but I doubt that there is a undying bond between the two lovers’ souls.” You looked at the two brothers and they looked sad.

“So, you never found your One in your world? No one is waiting for you?” Fili asked, laying his hand on your forearm in comfort.

“Nope… there’s no one waiting for me.” You said just above a whisper. After all, the one you wanted wasn’t even from your own world.

Fili and Kili nodded their heads in understanding then decided to ask about something else. You spend almost an hour trying to explain how life on Earth worked while the two brothers kept asking more and more questions.

From the other side of the camp, Thorin was discussing important matters with Balin and Dwalin. They needed to decided which rode they would take the next day but Thorin couldn’t seem to focus.

“Thorin? Are you even listening lad?” Balin’s amused voice suddenly brought Thorin out of his daydream.

“Hm… sorry, yes I’m listening. I still think that we should contour this forest. We can’t see what is following us or if something is really following us or spying on us.” Thorin said in a serious voice but Dwalin shook his head in amusement and Balin grinned at the King.

“We agreed on that almost an jour ago, lad.” Balin said, making Thorin’s eyes widen but he quickly covered it up.

“I knew that…”

“Sure you do.” Dwalin said in a teasing way.

“I was listening but only with one ear.” Thorin admitted.

“Yes and you couldn’t keep your eyes off the lass over there the other half of the time.” Dwalin said again, making Thorin groan and look away. Balin glared at his brother, knowing that teasing the King about his feelings for you would not help the situation.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her?” Balin asked.

“Because… I don’t know. I just can’t.” Thorin answered then looked at Dwalin who nodded his head in understanding. Sometimes, expression your feelings can be scarier than fighting an army or orcs.

“I know this is hard Thorin but you should try to understand what exactly you are feeling for the lass.” Balin’s eyes shone with kindness as he looked at his King. “Who knows you might find an unbreakable bound between the two of you.”

“I don’t know, Balin.” Thorin was really confused about his feelings for you.

It is true that ever time he looked at you or into your eyes or every time her heard you voice or your laugh, his heart would swell so much that it would even hurt. This unknown and foreign feeling are him alive, haunted his thoughts and his dreams. He had spend hours of his lonely nights trying to understand what was happening to him but every time he would finally find a rational explication, he would deny it. This particular explication was impossible.

Another voice brought the king out of his thoughts but this time it wasn’t Balin’s voice but yours. You were standing right before Thorin and his two advisers with a small smile on your lips.

“Hm… sorry to interrupt but the others are going to sleep and I wanted to let you three know that I will go clean myself up down there.” You pointed toward the other end of the clearing where Bofur had found a small river earlier. “I thought that it was best that you knew I was just down there and not kidnaped by orcs or something…” You chuckled a bit shy as you felt Thorin intended gaze you.

“It could be dangerous.” He stated in his gruff but entrancing voice.

“I’ll scream if I encounter any trouble.” You almost pleaded, feeling the need to scrub the dirt from your skin. Thorin sighed but nodded his head anyway.

“Alright but be careful. If you’re not back in 15 minutes, I’ll come searching for you.” The king told you already worried.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be long. I promise.” You told him before storming away, finally happy to have some time alone to wash your sour body. “Thank you!” You called out before disappearing into the bushes.

Thorin sighed and shook his head in amusement to your cheerful behavior. You were his ray of sunshine in the deep darkness of his duties and sadness.

After a while, you had finally be able to scrub the dirt and dust from your skin. You were sitting on the thin white rocks above the river’s shore, trying to dry your hair as much as you could with the spare towel Ori had gave you. Your thoughts wandered when suddenly a song came up from a long gone memory of your world. You smiled almost melancholically and started to sing softly, each word dropping from your lips as a delicious sweet liquor.


“One morning
I heard you songbird
Cryin’ out loud
So I came to see what you were crying about

Your broken wing
The dirge you were warbling
Was it your own?”

You sang, lost in your thoughts and in the song, knowing that Thorin had come to search for you. He was scared and anxious when you did not come back after 15 minutes. However, his worries vanished in a thin smoke escaping his mind as he heard an angelic voice sing near the river’s shore. Thorin had followed the voice until he found its owner. You.

“Who was going to take care of you?
Who was going to care for you?

Were you blinded by the stars?
Is that how you hurt yourself?
Or did you lose a lover?
Maybe that’s why we found each other

I offered you my home
Your songs from start to end
I wanted to remember them

Who was gonna find you?
Who was gonna fall for you?
Who was gonna take care of you?
Who was goin to care for you?”

Thorin hid behind the bushes. He listened to your voice and watched you intently. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And your voice made his heart explode with adoration. Each word leaving your lips sounded like magic and honey. A soft and sweet melody to his ears.

“The days and nights they passed
I knew you would waste away
Stuck inside a cage
Still I hoped you’d stay

Now are you flying high?
Soaring above the sea
Or in the tallest tree?
And do you remember me?
Do you tell about this story?
Cuz when the bells ring
All I long to hear
Are the songs you would sing

Who was gonna find you?
Who was gonna fall for you?
Who was gonna take care of you?
Who was going to care for you?”

You finished the song and Thorin’s heat craved more. That is when he understood what this odd feeling that was gripping his heart for several weeks was. He had found you… his one. Thorin was in love with you, he could feel it now. He could feel the bond that was linking your souls and your lives. And for the first time in ages Thorin Oakenshield smiled. A real, beautiful and joyful smile spread on his features as he watched you. Then he decided to show himself, not finding to courage in him to stay hidden away from you any longer.

“You did not come back.” Thorin spoke up in his soft baritone voice. You gasped and jump at the sudden noise, not expecting anyone to be there. You turned around, ready to scream when your eyes landed on Thorin’s form emerging from the bushes.

“Thorin! You scared me!” You exclaimed with your hand on your chest as if to calm your beating heart.

“I apologize, it was not my intention, Amrâlimê.” Thorin answered in a soft voice that took you off guard.

“What did you call me?” You asked, not understanding a word of Khuzdul. Thorin walked on the shore to step in front of you and took your cold hands in his warm ones, enveloping them in his love.

“Amrâlimê.” He repeated in the same soft voice. You looked into his eyes and you were surprised to see love and adoration into his bright blue iris.

“What… what does it mean?” You asked, stuttering in anticipation.

“My love.” Thorin breathed out, so simply but those words coming out of his mouth meant so much for you and for him. You looked at him for several minutes not knowing what to do but Thorin did.

“I tried to find another explication to what I am feeling for you, (Y/N) but I now know that it was foolish. I am in love with you, utterly and completely in love with you. I am yours from now on, you will never loose my love. I promise that I will cherish you and protect you with my life if I have to. Even if you don’t return my feelings.” Thorin said in one time, looking straight into your eyes the whole time.

You looked at him with adoration and love, not understanding how lucky you were. This world was made for you. Middle-Earth gave you all you had ever wanted. A reason to fight, a purpose in life, friends, a family and a lover.

You closed your eyes as a single tear of joy ran down your cheeks. Thorin caught it with his thumb and cupped your cheeks you opened your eyes and smiled at your One.

“I love you too, Thorin.”

Your words were simple but your eyes talked for you. Thorin smiled and finally closed the distance between your lips. Sealing your love and your bond in a passionate kiss.

Skin to Skin

Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.

Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.

Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin. 

A/N: I’m always a sucker for AUs! Hope you enjoy this!

Chapter i

Jughead Jones is almost done with an incredibly important meeting when it first happens.

Jason Baltimore, the editor of the Long Island Publishing House, is sitting across him, fiddling with a ballpoint pen as he addresses Jughead. They’ve been in this windowless room for about two hours now, and Jughead can’t help but curse whoever designed this building. Hidden away in the streets of Manhattan, this place took an arduous amount of effort to find, and the sort-of dingy exterior almost made Jughead do a one-eighty and turn back. Sure, this is the first publishing house that liked my book, but I’m sure I can find another. He’d thought, but he’d shaken his head and made his way in.

“Mr. Jones, are you listening?”

Jughead’s head snapped up, blue-green eyes meeting brown. “Sorry, yes, it’s just a bit stuffy here.” He said.

“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jones, but we’ll have to conduct the rest of our meeting here.” Mr. Baltimore says, visible sweat stains peeking out from under his armpits.

Jughead nodded and fiddled with his watch. “Yeah, that’s okay. I’ll manage.”

“So we’ve got two problems.” The blonde, slightly chubby man, says. “One, your name is Jughead.”

Jughead raises his hands defensively. “So what?”

“You’re going to risk ridiculing yourself. People will end up laughing at your name on the cover instead of noticing the title.”

“Or,” Jughead says, leaning forward, “I’ll take them by surprise. ’The Anatomy of a Murder’ will be all the more unique, considering the fact that its content is so serious.”

Mr. Baltimore mimics his movement, resting his elbows on the desk between them. “At the acquisitions meeting, this issue was brought up, Mr. Jones.”

“So I will convince them.” Jughead Jones was a stubborn man.

Mr. Baltimore wipes away a droplet of sweat. “Let’s say you don’t succeed. Would you, maybe, consider an alternative? I don’t suppose your real name is Jughead.

Oh, no. No way was ‘Forsythe Jones’ going to be put on the cover of his first book; there was a reason he preferred ‘Jughead’ over that ridiculous name. (Ironic, considering the fact the Jughead was pretty ridiculous, too.)

Jughead shakes his head. “Let’s just say my real name is worse.” He eyes the editor in front of him. “It looks fine on paychecks and insurance forms, but not on a novel.”

“Perhaps a pseudonym, then?”

Jughead sets his mouth into a thin line.

“No, then.” Mr. Baltimore says, gauging his reaction. “Mr. Jones, I advise you to think this over, and get back to me on Wednesday.”

He flips open his laptop. “Now, the next issue I want to discuss… well, it’s not an issue, but something I would like you to know…” He turns the laptop face towards Jughead. “You’re twenty two years old. You’re a senior at NYU. Probably the youngest among a huge community of authors.”

Jughead nods. “I’m well aware of that.”

“Mr. Jones, your style is unique, and your writing is brilliant, but generally, books by younger authors don’t tend to be as successful as others, and I hope you’re prepared for such a situation.”

Jughead bites his lip. “I know, Mr. Baltimore. I hardly expected this book to get picked up by a publisher in the first place, and I’m thankful to you, I am. But, I think that the masses will like it. I truly do.”

“I am hopeful, too, Mr. Jones- can I call you Jughead, by the way?”

“Sure.”

“I am hopeful too. Just preparing you. Moving on,” Mr. Baltimore says, fanning himself with Jughead’s manuscript. “Oh, for God’s sake- someone get the Air Conditioner working!” He yells after stalking to the door and sticking his head out.

Thank you, Jughead thinks, because he doesn’t feel too comfortable about the fact that his manuscript is now a makeshift fan. Plus, the need for fresh air is only increasing.

“Now,” Mr. Baltimore says, once he’s settled in his chair again, “You need to create accounts on social media, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr and Reddit if you want to discuss theories with your readers, and all the likes.”

Jughead internally groans at the Twitter and Instagram part, but he knows it’s necessary. The Tumblr and Reddit part he’s fine with, though. He’s been on those sites for years now.

“Could I borrow a pen?” Jughead asks. He needs a reminder, and writing on his forearm is a habit he’s had for many years. Once he Mr. Baltimore gives him one, he jots down a sentence onto his pale skin- Remember to succumb to the true giants of social media.

“And finally, Jughead, we’re assigning you an agent. Though you won’t need him as much if your book, well, doesn’t gain popularity, it’s still better to have one at hand. I’m giving you his number, shall I text it to you or will you write it down?”

Jughead’s phone is currently at a repair shop- it’s an iPhone 3, he’s been able to survive with that archaic thing for years now, but finding a store that actually fixed them was a huge task. But his screen had cracked badly, and Jughead has too many notes on it to buy another one without recovering stuff from this one.

“I’ll write it down.” He grabs the pen, once again, and etches the set of numbers Mr. Baltimore dictates to him.

“Well, Jughead, I’ll see you on Wednesday. This meeting was a pleasure, and I’m glad that I’ve decided to publish your book. But, think the name over.”

Jughead smiles, blushing ever so slightly. “Thank you, Mr. Baltimore.”

He grabs his bag and shrugs his leather jacket (courtesy JB) onto his shoulders and stands up. He has a shift at Barnes and Nobles’, and then a paper to write for his film study course, so he needs to hurry.

That’s when it happens. His palm suddenly stings, like it’s been cut, and Jughead winces with surprise. He opens his hands, palms up, looks at them, and sees that they’re bleeding. His fingernails have cut open the skin of his palm, and smears of blood marr the white skin.

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Seokjin Scenario: Waiting On Your Love - Pt. 2

Request: Hi hi hi hi, im so happy youre opening requests!! Could you do a second part of Waiting on your love? First angst when jin (not wanting to) denies his love for the kid and reader hears it? But a fluff ending, thank you 

Genre: Fluff / Family

Part 1


The apprehension you felt in your chest couldn’t be named, you simply couldn’t describe it neither you wanted to believe what you just heard. You stepped away quickly without wanting to be noticed. There was a soft joyful music sounding in the place, light chatter and laughter was filling Jin’s apartment, you and some of his closest friends had gathered there to celebrate his birthday but now the only thing you wanted to do was to get away, to leave, to forget about what you’d heard your boyfriend saying while you passed by one of the rooms.

Maybe you shouldn’t have gone to look for him, would he admit what he’d said if he knew you were listening? You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but with the mention of your son’s name, you couldn’t help it, you had stayed outside of the guest’s bedroom where Jin had gone to fetch whatever he was needing but he was taking too long and then you heard his conversation with one of his friends, it kept repeating in your head while you walked fast back to the living room, you could still hear him say that no, of course not he didn’t like Sanghyun.

You took a deep breath, he’d sounded so sure and serious, did it mean that the Seokjin who’d been with you for almost a year and a half had been outright lying to your face? Faking to care for your son in front of you? It made you feel enraged just to think that he could have been using your son just to get close to you, it made you feel stupid and unease because you’d been so sure of him, that the eyes with which Jin looked at Sanghyun weren’t faked, that he truly cared for your baby boy and for you as well, it didn’t make sense and it was making your head throb.

– Sorry the delay dear, I didn’t remember where I had stored the extra wine–  Jin’s voice made you jump in the spot and you forced a smile on your lips.

– Oh don’t worry…– you cleared your throat and noticed the way Jin was eyeing you up so you averted your eyes and tried to look composed, but there was so little you could fake in front of him, he could always read you like a book.

– Is something wrong Y/N? –

– Just Sanghyun…–  With those words Seokjin placed away the wine and took your hands.

– Is he alright? Did something happen to him? Should we go to your house? –  his tone and demeanor changed drastically, he looked like he cared and you’d never doubted it before that moment. It felt so wrong.

You eased your hands away from his and denied with your head, moving to pick up your purse. –He’s alright, is just that the nanny has an emergency and has to leave early, so I have to go home, I’m sorry–

– Oh…–  Jin nodded. –Do you want me to go with you? I’ll just tell everyone that I’m…–

– No need to–  you interrupted him, if Jin went home with you he would find out the lie, and what you needed was a bit of time away from him and cooling your head. –I don’t want to ruin your day-

– You would be ruining nothing babe, just give me a second and I’ll thank everyone from coming – he was ready to go and do what he’d said but you held him in place by the arm.

– Jin – he looked at you attentive and you were tempted to ask about what you’d heard, but you decided to bite your tongue for the night. –I’ll be alright on my own, stay here, there’s no need for you to go with me, I’ll take care of my son-

The last part had sounded more serious than you intended but it seemed to do it because Seokjin nodded after a torturous silence. –Ok, it won’t be the same without you… keep me updated at least? –

You nodded without looking at his eyes and he accompanied you outside like he always did because that was just how Seokjin was, always proper, always a gentleman, always kind. He kissed you goodbye and waited for you to turn on the car and leave to get back inside but you couldn’t make it further than two blocks and parked on the side to take a deep breath, holding back the tears stinging in your eyes.

You’d never been in this type of situation before, Seokjin was the first man you actually had a proper relationship with after Sanghyun was born and you loved him, you were clear about your feelings, but you loved your son and you couldn’t be with someone who wouldn’t care for him, that was out of discussion.

The first tear made it past your left eye and you wiped it away furiously, you didn’t want to choose between them, Seokjin was important to you, Sanghyun was important to you, you didn’t want to be in this position even if you already knew the side you were always going to choose; when you had Sanghyun you swore you were always going to do what was best for him and you weren’t planning on breaking that promise.

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isn’t enough time apart? (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Hey! so i’ve made a new imagine, its more like an introduction when they found each other but i could easily leave it there although ive already wrote some things for an upcoming part II. I’d love if you let me know what do you think, if you actually want a part two (with the more personal stuff) or if its just crap and i shouldn’t write anymore

Resume: Zach and the reader found themselves working together after 10 years since their break up when they’re fully professionals 

Warnings: this contains some real facts and i tried to be as responsable as possible but don’t forget this is fiction, and also dont forget english is not my mother lenguaje. I literally wrote a cat grant reader

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flammenmeer  asked:

Okay for your Kayleigh Lives AU - please consider this: It's summer break and Kayleigh takes her sons to the beach for vacation. (Maybe last minute booking so the four of them have to share ONE room or one of their bags got missing during the flight and it's big drama. BUT ALSO - BEACH! SUN! FUN?!)

>> The Kayleigh Lives AU <<

Omg I sidetracked so hard from your prompt i’m sorry
but consider: Kayleigh’s 50th birthday

(I just realized it might be unclear but Kevin is holding a selfie-stick lmao)

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Maybe Someday

A Kwon Jiyong Story

Summary: She was a rose, and he was the darkness that should have killed it…but when a rose is made of enough light to penetrate even the deepest darkness, sometimes the two are able to become one…

Genre: Fluff, Smut.

Chapter 6

‘Is everything prepared for the final listen? You’ve only got till 6pm.’

You smile at Hyun-suk despite the voice screaming in your head that you still had to go over a couple of the tracks with Teddy, remaining calm as you nod politely at him, his expression telling you he knew you were lying, but he still only ends up nodding back at you before looking down at the finalized choices for the album covers, grazing his fingers over each as he contemplates them.

‘I’m thinking the cutesy concept is outdated, the market needs a much stronger feminine ideal to-‘

‘Hyun-suk are you bu-…oh, my bad, I’ll come back-‘

‘Jiyong, what is it?’ Hyun-suk murmurs before your boyfriend could exit the room again after he’d busted abruptly through the door, the question dragging him back in and over to the table with his usual swagger. The sight of him wearing the same denim jacket you’d paraded playfully around the kitchen in this morning whilst you were making breakfast has you smiling to yourself before quickly shaking your head and refocusing on the table plans, causing you to miss Jiyong’s own smile as he catches sight of his necklace that was flashing out from beneath your shirt collar.

‘I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to lunch.’ Jiyong states, eyes moving to pass over the papers on the table, before he reaches out to tap one that he particularly liked and looked up at Yang to see him watching him suspiciously.

‘What did you really want to ask me?’ Yang asks abruptly, narrowing his eyes at the other man as he slips his hands into his pockets in a no-nonsense pose.

‘What do you mean-‘

‘Jiyong, you only ever ask me to lunch if you have something serious to discuss with me.’ Yang cuts him off, completely forgetting you were there as he turns fully toward the other man, and so when Jiyong glances over at you, you cant help but scowl at him suspiciously.

‘Well, im quite offended by that. …you know what, if you’re not going to take me up on my offer, Hyun-suk, im simply going to ask Y/N to lunch.’

At that you look at him like he was crazy, shaking your head quickly to tell him no, but stopping as soon as Yang turns to look at you and you’re forced to resume a normal expression, glancing over at the older man and restraining a ‘what can you do’ smile.

‘Okay…I’ll call your bluff; take Y/N. I have too much to do today to deal with the dramatics of whatever it was you wanted.’ Yang states, thinking he really had beaten Jiyong at his own game, but you knew better than to think this wouldn’t have been the outcome all along.

‘Great! Come on, Y/N, I know an amazing Udon place.’ Jiyong says happily, smiling, and you see the way his hand twitches where he wants to grab yours, but instead he simply spins on his heel and walks for the door, pulling it open and holding it as he waits for you to follow him. 

You look up at Yang unsurely, seeing him scowling down at the table of research at the sudden turn in events, and even though everything in you was wanting to go to lunch with Jiyong, there was also a part of you that was angry at him for assuming you were going to go to lunch with him when you were a week away from your groups’ comeback.

‘I apologise, Jiyong. But I’m going to have to turn down your offer.’

Both men turn to shoot you matching looks of shock, Yang’s turning to a proud smirk, whilst Jiyong’s was conflictedly flickering between amusement and frustration at you foiling his plan.

‘Maybe another time when my group’s comeback isn’t so close…sorry.’ You add on the end, not wanting to upset him but wanting to remind him that you had important stuff to do and that you couldn’t just mess around all day.

‘Well, that’s okay, its not your fault your busy Y/N. …But I will hold you to that other time.’  He adds on the end, smirking over at you and winking openly, appearing to not care that Yang was in the room and causing you to become flustered before he waltz’s out the door, leaving you staring after him gobsmacked.

‘Don’t let Jiyong mess with you, Y/N. I know you and him have spent a lot of time together over the past few months-‘

‘What? No we-‘

‘On various recordings…’ Yang cuts you off, turning his head slowly and looking at you suspiciously with your sudden denial, eyes narrowing to slits as he regards you, before watching you nod as if that was obvious, and sighing contemplatively, nodding to himself at the plans on the table.

‘Well, as I was saying; don’t let him corrupt you. You’re a very lovely, bright girl, and you don’t need to be hanging around with the likes of Jiyong- as much as the man is an incredible worker and personality…he’s been through a lot more than you have…so, try to keep a wide berth from him.’ Yang says, his beady eyes fixing on you with the last part and conveying their seriousness, leaving you only able to nod at him in understanding, a serious expression fixed on your face.

‘Good. Well, time to get back to work.’


‘It was pretty hot when you rejected me earlier-‘

‘Hot?’ you ask incredulously, breath rushing in and out of your lungs as Jiyong’s mouth ravages your neck, his body trapping you against the foam walls of the recording studio a few hours after your discussion with Yang, his hands gripping yours above your head as his teeth nick at your skin, causing you to moan happily. You’d forgotten about where you were long ago, Jiyong locking both doors to the room helping you relax in the security that it was just you two, and so when he’d coerced you into following him into the recording room- where no one would be able to hear you- you’d simply followed like a happy puppy, secretly anticipating his attack.

So, fucking hot, babe. If it was anyone else, I would have been angry about getting turned down…but the way you did it? Mmmmh, I could have jumped you right there.’ He breathes against your skin, suddenly moving his mouth back up to yours and dropping your hands so that he could wrap his arms around your waist, making it easier to grind his hips into yours, showing you how turned on he got with the thought.

‘You know, he told me to stay away from you?’ you pant, smirking against his mouth as your fingers pull on his hair, twisting in the locks and enjoying the feel of him beneath you, your heart thundering in your chest when he momentarily pulls back slightly to look at you.

‘Why?’ he demands, frowning at you, but you cant help but grin as you lean forward to flick your tongue over his lips, feeling the breath wash out of his mouth as he waits for your answer- which you were only too happy to give to him, since you knew it would wind him up.

‘Because you’re dangerous…and you’d corrupt a ‘Lovely, bright girl’ like me.’ You mimic Yang, squealing when Jiyong suddenly pins you back against the wall once more and begins to attack your neck hungrily, his hands sliding over the curve of your ass and squeezing tightly as his smirk imprints itself into your skin.

‘Well its true, baby. I am bad for you.’ He murmurs, his mouth returning to yours and calming to a gentle kiss as the tension ramps up, his chest heaving excitedly against yours as his cat-like eyes flash down at you, making adrenaline bolt through your veins, and all you can do is smile up at him as you watch one another.

‘You are bad.’ You murmur, smoothing your fingers over the nape of his neck, before bringing them around to drift over his lips, feeling the way Jiyong shivers beneath you and smiling tantalizingly as you flicker your gaze up to his.

‘But you’re also, so so good…’

(T.B.C)

anonymous asked:

what differences are you talking about bc usually i see ppl complaining about all the pedophilic and incestuous content in anime and thats about it

Sorry this is going to be really long, but I’ve been sitting on it for while and I want to get it out.

I’m talking about people complaining about LGBT representation and racial representation in anime. Yes pedophilia and incest are major concerns in anime, but those aren’t concerns raised because of cultural differences. Those are things that the average Japanese person is weirded out by too.

I’m going to break this down, starting with the whole LGBT thing. While it happens with other shows as well, the main issue I see is with Yuuri on Ice and western fans saying things like its fetishistic, for fanservice, etc. Here’s the thing though, while it may come across that way from a western perspective, it’s VERY different from a Japanese point of view.

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sciver  asked:

As someone who hasn't, wouldn't, and won't be experiencing Major/Minor (or whatever it was called) could you perhaps analyze more specifically some of the things you felt were missteps more in depth, so others who decide they might want to make a visual novel or even just a story, might be able to avoid the same issues? I realize this might not be your area of interest, but I'm always interested in these kinds of analyses.

Man, where do I even begin.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I just need to say I LOVE your writing, omg I read and re-read your stuff AT LEAST once a week, seriously, you're a genius *kisses your face*. This is not really a request, just an IDEA for you to think about, but have you thought of how would be the first time Nevra drank Guardienne's blood? Maybe during sex, or before their first time...? I'm just curious to know what you think of his drinking habits if he were in a relationship with her.

*She reaches forward to gently cup your cheek, her thumb tracing feather-light crescents around the point of your cheekbone that sends sparks dancing, waves of fire rolling across your skin with every sly, knowing stroke*

You flatter me too much, my dear. ;)

Ahem. To answer your question, Anon., I do have a few ideas on what blood-feeding entails for Nevra. Because it’s a pretty fascinating subject for an aspiring biologist. And you can never skip out on blood-feeding with a vampire beau. ;)

But first, I’ll have to separate what’s implied in canon with, well, my headcanon. Brace yourself for a double-serving of analysis and imagination. Plus science. Because there’s always science involved when talking about vampires. ^_^    

Warning: Not NSFW… but it still has a lot of innuendo. Don’t try reading this out-loud if you’re babysitting. Not even if the kid in question likes Twilight.


What does blood-drinking mean to him? (Canon Analysis)

  • Seeing that Nevra is quick to offer a bite (as a joke or a genuine pick-up line) in several episodes, and given that he does drink from ladies he isn’t dating (i.e. that awkward moment in Episode 10), my impression is that blood-drinking is more a casual activity for Nevra than a serious communion.  
  • The impetus also seems to be more sexual than nutritive: he definitely seems to prefer drinking from young ladies, instead of—shall we say—more robust sources of blood plasma. Like young men of Valkyon’s size. (Sorry, fans. But that’s why we have headcanons.) Furthermore, Nevra has already mentioned in Episode 8 that it’s ‘fun’, which lends more credence to him seeing blood-drinking as a form of foreplay.  
  • He’s clearly unabashed about his appetite for blood, from the blasé way he shrugs off criticism, jokes, and put-downs in Episodes 10, 4, and 8 respectively. This can be due to his supreme confidence in himself… and/or his knowledge of how vampires are walking sexual fantasies in human literature (see episode 6). But from the number of dinner/pantry jokes he makes, I’m willing believe that– on some level– Nevra believes blood-drinking increases his mystique among non-vampires. Sorry, buddy… but vampires are still a niche fad in this world
  • It’s unknown how necessary blood-drinking is to his survival, or what benefits it gives him. But it definitely isn’t the sole component of his diet: Nevra can consume regular food (see episode 8), and is partial towards certain treats like red wine and the oh-so-appropriate blue steaks (i.e. extremely raw steaks). Personally, I support the idea of him having a varied, omnivorous diet (sacrilege for vampire fans, I know) because blood in itself—per volume—is not nutritious at all: mainly composed of water, protein, and salt, with some iron and trace lipids from red blood cells, and a very light sprinkling of sugars and important minerals dissolved throughout. In fact, all full-time sanguivores—i.e. blood-drinkers—in nature are on the tiny side by necessity, and still need to consume huge quantities of blood relative to their body weight just to avoid starvation; vampire bats, for instance, need to drink half their body weight in blood per meal. So biologically-speaking, it’s just more feasible for Nevra to eat solid meat and other concentrated sources of carbohydrates, fats, vitamins, etc. (Besides… can you imagine how many people each day have to ‘donate’ for his most basic rations if blood is all he consumes? Between him and Karenn, they’ll drain El dry. That won’t look good for the Guard. >_>)
  • Consent is necessary in Nevra’s book (see Episode 10), and he accepts refusals (and borderline insults) with aplomb. So my guess is that blood-drinking is still considered an intimate act, despite Nevra’s ‘swinger’ approach to it. And that he’s aware it isn’t the most mainstream/popular/polite sexual kink in El (check Ezarel’s ire in Episode 10 on him ‘chewing on’ one of his alchemists). That doesn’t mean he won’t stop trying though…
  • Blood doesn’t turn him on every single time. In fact, Nevra compartmentalizes his reactions to it depending on the situation. For instance, if blood is spilled as a field injury, he jumps straight into Shadow Dad! Mode (see episode 6), and all sexy/food-related thoughts are forgotten. This ability to switch mindsets on a dime indicates excellent self-control… and could be an adaptation to working with non-vampires who may get uneasy at spilling blood in front of him. Nevra even makes a joke in episode 8 (if you take him to the kitchen) that he’s offended that the MC thinks of him as a ‘bloodthirsty beast’.

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YOUR HIGHNESS - STEVE ROGERS

(A/N): Merry Christmas everybody! Here is my first one-shot with Steve. I hope you had (or are still having) an amazing day. Our Christmas day is almost over (in about 10 minutes). I received amazing things like Iron Man t-shirt and ACDC Iron Man 2 soundtrack cd and more. I hope you will like this story. It is based on the imagine I wrote 2 or 3 days ago. Enjoy. Also, there is a small flashback. 

Tagging: @just-damn-peachy , @shamvictoria11

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: language, fluff (?)

Original imagine: LINK 

Words: 2503

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Originally posted by slayalec

YOUR HIGHNESS – STEVE ROGERS

Winter was the most beautiful season when it was snowing. The streets became white, the people were putting on Christmas lights and warm coats, and suddenly, the whole world was a peaceful, magical place. Sure it had some disadvantages, like traffic jams, icy sidewalks which were dangerously slippery and caused serious injuries. Christmas was coming, almost knocking at the door. Even the Avengers tower in New York had its own magical decorations.

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choi-saeran  asked:

RFA+Saeran+V keeping the MC safe in the nuclear apocalypse?

warning: cw/tw for guns, suicide, and blood mention

i straight up made this angst bc this blog needs some hehehehehe but also i hope these aren’t too cliche or unreasonable,,,

also suuuuuuuuuper long scenario post, just a fair warning i hope i did it justice! i worked so hard on this alfjlasjfljfa;f s

Yoosung

  • he’s not prepared for this at all
  • everything was out of control, there were so many dead bodies everywhere
  • Yoosung does his best to protect you while this is going on
  • if either of you got injured, he’d try and patch them up as best as possible
  • however, when you two were roaming around, Yoosung didn’t feel so good
  • “MC… let’s go look somewhere else. I’m not getting a good feeling right now.”
  • so you listen to him and follow close behind
  • it was hours and darkness was falling quickly
  • you two took shelter in an abandoned home, even though it probably wasn’t the best idea since none of you had any sort of protection
  • it was just a matter of relying on dodging bullets if you ever came across someone who had a gun
  • both of you had a difficult time falling asleep – neither of you were sure if it was because of being on edge or that you literally couldn’t just sleep
  • what you assumed to be the next day came, you told him that it probably wasn’t the best idea to stay in one area for too long
  • he agrees with you, but he first decides to rummage around to see if there was anything for protection
  • Yoosung does end up finding a gun in one of the closets, but with little ammo left in it and there weren’t anymore ammo boxes to be found
  • “We’ll just have to use it sparingly.” however both of you know that Yoosung’s never really fired a gun before
  • once finished, you guys head out and begin trekking to another place
  • dread was tugging at the bottom of your heart, though you couldn’t figure out why
  • stopping and taking a break at another house empty, your boyfriend disappeared for a bit before you started getting worried, but then he pulls you into a hug and tells you that everything will be okay
  • “Sorry for worrying. I wanted to make sure this house was safe first. Oh, by the way, MC, could you see if I left my bag of items outside?”
  • “Yes.” and then you went out the door and looked around and sure enough, his familiar bag that had the essentials was near the next door house
  • you figured that if it was that far away, he was doing some excessive checking
  • as soon as you picked up the bag, the most ear-deafening sound surrounded you and sent you flying backwards and knocking you unconscious
  • when you awoke, everything was muffled and there was a nasty burnt smell wafting around
  • as you sat up, confusion was replaced by despair as the house that Yoosung was in was completely demolished
  • “Yoosung… Yoosung!!!” you got up as fast as you could and ran towards the destroyed house, but deep down, you knew he was gone
  • your knees collapsed underneath your weight as you began weeping his name over and over again, however no amount of times you said his name would bring him back

Zen

  • let’s just he’s glad that he exercised daily to be able to keep up with running away, lifting debris, and carrying you if you got too exhausted
  • he’s never had to pull a gun on someone, but if he needed to to keep you safe, then he would
  • many buildings are in complete ruins or blown to smithereens, so it was difficult looking for somewhere to hide
  • additionally, you both had to be careful that the area wasn’t too infected with leftover radiation
  • reminds you often that he’s here and that he’ll be here to protect you
  • sometimes a little too overprotective, but you know he means well
  • instead of roaming from house to house, he suggests that you two should just stay put
  • luckily, you were currently residing in a house that had a lot of unopened food and water bottles, so if you rationed the food properly, it would last for awhile
  • when you guys slept, he made sure you slept closer to the wall and him closer to the door just in case someone tried breaking in
  • while you slept against him, he just stared into the darkness, constantly worrying about you and keeping you safe
  • everything seemed peaceful and calm, until one night, Zen heard some banging noises around the house
  • he wakes you up and tells you to hide and then he grabs one of the guns and carefully makes his way to the front
  • when he peers out one of the windows, he catches a glimpse of a guy roaming around and it didn’t seem like he was up to any good
  • he mentally prepares himself and cracks the door open and a bullet whizzes past, just barely grazing his cheek
  • slamming the door shut, he crouches down and hastily searches for a good place to hide and shoot at the same time
  • shots are fired through the window creates a deafening sound
  • he moves over slightly to get a better view and he’s finally in Zen’s line of sight
  • he raises his gun and shoots a few times then crouches down and reloads the barrel quickly and as he’s about to shoot again, the guy was out of sight
  • he’s cursing and trying to figure out where he might have moved to next and as soon as he gets up to move to a different spot, an unseen bullet makes its way right through his heart
  • Zen immediately falls to the ground
  • you’re hiding in the closet and holding a hand over your mouth, hoping that it was your enemy who just fell to the ground
  • the door opens and there’s heavy and slow footsteps that seem to get closer, as if he were inspecting to see if anyone else was hiding in here
  • you couldn’t breathe; you body was frozen stiff and you didn’t dare start crying
  • they stop in place and then get quieter and the front door finally shut
  • listening to make sure he was gone, you opened the closet door and looked for Zen
  • and when you did, you gasp so loudly and stare down at his lifeless form; there was a pool of blood slowly expanding underneath of him
  • “Zen…”
  • you put a hand to your mouth as you sob uncontrollably, wondering how you were going to survive without your protector and love of your life

Jaehee

  • fairly fit to be in this kind of situation, but knows that her judo skills won’t provide any use
  • you both rely on running away from danger until a secluded place was discovered
  • you also picked up a few weapons here and there from dead bodies along with way, distributing them evenly amongst both of you
  • even though this was really happening, it still felt unreal… just the fact that at any point in time, either of you could end up dead
  • and that alone scared Jaehee
  • if anyone were to go first, she was going to make sure that it’s her
  • as of now, you two are hiding in an abandoned house, but luckily it was still filled with non-perishable foods and water
  • when night came, you’d take turns every other night keeping watch, and tonight was hers
  • while you were asleep, there were voices that could be heard from outside, so she grabbed a gun and tip-toed through the dark to see if was something she could ignore or had to take care of
  • there were a group of strangers roaming around and it looked as if they were going to enter the house
  • strangely, they knock and she has to mull over whether it’s worth telling them to find another place or hiding… but what if they just enter?
  • hiding the gun in the back of her waistband, she cracks to door open, asking them questions and curtly telling them that this house is occupied
  • but they weren’t having any of it; they kept going on about how it took them forever to find somewhere, but Jaehee was keeping her ground
  • finally her and the other groups came to an agreement – if she forked over some food and water, they’d leave
  • skeptical at first, she finally decides to go with it just so that they would leave
  • she’s about to shut the door and grab some food, but they others overpower the door and push it open, but she acts quickly and fires the gun twice, one bullet per person
  • this causes you to wake up quickly and grab yours as well and then examine the scene
  • there were two bodies on the ground and Jaehee was in a standoff between another person
  • you’re about to take another step forward quietly, but the floor creaks and jaehee looks over at you
  • “MC…!” but that was enough of a distraction for the enemy to shoot her in the chest, killing her immediately
  • your hand flies to your mouth
  • It was all your fault
  • but you quickly snapped back and shot him before he could even say another word and he slumps right to the ground
  • tossing your gun to the side, you rush over to her as she was lying face down, blood pouring from the bullet hole
  • you break down and cry into your hands, blaming yourself for slipping up and causing the death of your beloved

Jumin

  • sure enough, he owns a bomb shelter and sees that you and Elizabeth the 3rd are securely in it
  • there’s bodyguards outside of the door 24/7 for your protection
  • you tell him that you don’t really think that you need bodyguards considering you’re way underground and safe from thieves and whatnot
  • still, he insists that they’re there for your protection
  • as much as you appreciated him protecting you in this dome, you missed having fresh every once in awhile and he lets you out with a few security guards
  • while you were sleeping, with Elizabeth the 3rd, he’d come in and stroke your hair and kiss your forehead
  • he really did hate keeping you holed up here, but since everything has escalated into something as serious as a nuclear apocalypse, he had to protect you at all costs
  • you played with Elizabeth the 3rd from time to time and played games
  • however, one day, Jumin had to meet with his father in a different location to discuss important matters regarding the future of C&R and other things
  • he told you this and you didn’t like the idea
  • “Jumin, it’s so dangerous out there… please don’t go!”
  • “I have to. I’m sorry, princess. If I don’t, and this war subsides, everything will be a mess. I must prepare for this.”
  • reluctantly, you let him, not that you really had a choice
  • there’s a knock onto door and one of the bodyguards comes in
  • “He’s here, sir.”
  • “Let him in.”
  • “Who…?” and then a familiar redhead comes in with several electronics
  • “Seven?” you gasp in surprise
  • “Seven Zero Seven at your service!”
  • “Jumin, what’s he doing here?”
  • “Just in case.”
  • “Just in case what?”
  • taking your face in his hands, he places his forehead onto yours and gazes into your eyes
  • “I love you, MC. I love you so much.”
  • you blink a few times in confusion before responding
  • “I love you too, Jumin.” and then he places a very gentle kiss on your lips before breaking away and petting Elizabeth the 3rd one last time
  • “Take care of MC of me while I’m gone, okay?”
  • she meows sadly in response and he sets her down beside you and heads towards the door, looking back once more at your beautiful face, and then finally taking his leave
  • on the other side of the spacious room, he’s setting up his hacking equipment
  • he does help cure your boredom by telling you funny stories and “”””playing”””””” with Elly, but even with the entertainment, you were missing Jumin
  • it’s been at least a week since his departure and there hasn’t been word from him
  • you’re about to go ask the security guards, but as soon as you open the door, Seven’s standing right there, dread covering his entire face
  • “Is there an update on Jumin?”
  • he looks away, unable to meet your expectant gaze
  • “Jumin… won’t be returning.”
  • your hopeful face falters, shock and disbelief replacing it
  • “No… he… that can’t be true…!”
  • Seven looks back at you; his eyes seemed dull and there were no signs of jokes
  • “I’m sorry.”
  • unable to hold it in, you burst into tears and flung yourself into Seven’s arms
  • he’s completely thrown off, but eventually wraps his arms around you as you’re bawling into his jacket
  • so this is what Jumin meant by just in case

707

  • seven knows of a hidden, but safe bomb shelter-like place for the time being
  • the real challenge would be getting there with his hacking equipment safely
  • brings gas masks just in case you two have to walk where there’s high radiation
  • also brings extra guns and weapons for protection and gives some to you just in case you two get temporarily separated
  • he understands that any moment something drastic could happen, so he’d do everything in his power to make sure you won’t be hurt
  • you take one of his cars as transportation
  • on your way there, both of you are silent
  • he’s got a look of dread on his face and his knuckles white from clutching the wheel so tightly; you’re rigid like a statue
  • you tried not to think about when your last moment with each other could be
  • but as soon as you thought about that, an unexpected explosion went off nearby, causing the car to flip over multiple times
  • things are fuzzy and heavily muted, but there’s a muffled voice calling your name repeatedly
  • “MC!! MC!!!!”
  • was that seven…?
  • you felt a pair of hands dragging you across the ground and shaking you
  • “Sev…en?”
  • “MC! Can you hear me?”
  • you nod, but very weakly as you try to sit up
  • he helps you and you look around – his car was smashed all over
  • “If you don’t remember, there was an explosion that went off and the force caused the car to veer off and I lost control… Everything in the car, including my hacking equipment is unusable. I still have a few guns hidden in the waistband of my pants and in my pockets, though.”
  • “Are you hurt anywhere?”
  • “I’m fine. Let’s start walking and find somewhere to hide until we devise a different plan.”
  • so you two begin walking in a totally different direction trying to find shelter
  • what seems like hours after, there’s an abandon set of houses and you take refuge in one for the time being
  • both of you eat what’s available, talk about a new plan, then sleep
  • the next day, you two set out again. everything seemed calmer, but… you thought too soon once again
  • instantaneously, your boyfriend pulls out a gun and points it at an open window, shooting because he sensed someone watching from above
  • he missed at first and the other fired back, sending at least 3 bullets through the side of his stomach
  • he falls down while clutching the fresh wound and you’re staring in complete shock, but then snap out of it and pull out a gun hidden in your waistband of your pants, and aim before the opponent has a chance to re-aim at you
  • pulling the trigger, the gunshot echoes throughout the area and shoots right through his head
  • once you’re sure there’s no one else, you rush over to your dying boyfriend
  • he’s only hanging on by a thread…
  • tears form and you start crying, knowing that his life is nearing its end
  • “Seven…”
  • he struggles to reach his other hand up and wipe away your tears, giving you one of his signature smiles
  • “Looks like Defender–” he coughs up blood trying to speak, “of Justice… Seven Zero Seven, has been defeated…”
  • “No…” you didn’t want to accept that in a few minutes, you’d be all alone.
  • tears start falling from his eyes as well
  • “Let’s find each other… in the next… life… and we’ll definitely… marry in the space… station… okay?”
  • nodding your head vigorously, you hold his hand tightly
  • “I promise… I promise we’ll find each other… I love you, Saeyoung!”
  • “I love you the most, MC. Don’t… ever forget that…”
  • a moment later, his hand goes limp, and his breathing comes to a halt
  • you scream out in agony, wondering why everything had to come to an end like this
  • then an idea came to mind; your hand reaches for the gun in his hand
  • and you press the cold metal to your temple, squeezing your eyes shut while tears are still pouring from your eyes
  • I’ll find you in the next life, Saeyoung, so we can marry in the space station and live a better life.
  • you hesitate a slight moment before finally pulling the trigger
  • your body falls to the ground right by his and all you remember was a blinding white light enveloping you

V

  • with his limited sight, he’s basically… well, useless in this kind of situation
  • even with his heightened sense of hearing, it doesn’t provide much use
  • there’s constant explosions going off everywhere, but staying inside is your best option
  • however, you didn’t know when your last day would be…
  • even in areas with low radiation, you two didn’t have any sort of masks to filter out the dangerous particles, so they would fill your lungs over time
  • there were nights where you would constantly shake in fear, but V would hold you tightly in his arms
  • he’d try to calm you with his low and soothing voice
  • even if he was calmer on the outside, he was scared as hell – he was scared of losing you first
  • if either of you were to die, he’d want to be the one to go first because he knows that you have a higher chance of survival than him
  • so to make sure you don’t end up as the same fate as him, he does something while you’re asleep
  • what seems like it’s going to be another normal day, there’s a knock on the door
  • you’re confused because who just… knocks in this kind of situation?
  • “Ah. MC, would you get that?”
  • a million things are flying through your mind because V said that as if he knew something…
  • but you decided to trust him and open the door
  • there stood Jumin and at least 3 bodyguards with a car behind them
  • “MC. Good to see that you’re safe.”
  • your head whips around as V approaches from behind
  • “V… what… is this?”
  • “I’m sorry, MC. It’s the only way to keep you safe since I’m incapacitated.”
  • then it clicks – he’s sending you off with Jumin because he has the protection
  • “No… V, please come with me! You can’t stay here by yourself! You’ll… you’ll…”
  • “I know. But it’s too late for me anyway,” he moves closer and strokes your cheek gently, giving you a warm and loving smile, “I know you’ll be fine without me.”
  • “No…” tears begin to fall down your face
  • V concentrates his limited sight on Jumin’s form
  • “I know you’ll take good care of her, Jumin”
  • he nods and picks you up and slings you over his shoulder like it’s nothing
  • but before leaving, Jumin looks back one more time at his best friend
  • “V…”
  • “Goodbye, Jumin.” and he just smiles once more as Jumin makes his way to the car with you
  • “V!!!!!”
  • he just waves at you, and even behind those sunglasses he always wears, you could tell he was crying and that it was just as hard for him to say his final goodbyes to you as well

Saeran

  • you’re his number one priority and he doesn’t care what he has to do to keep you safe – he’ll do anything and kill anyone to ensure that you’re living
  • once two are finally alone and in a safer place, he embraces you tightly
  • he doesn’t know if it’s comforting for you, but it’s the only thing he can think of to help
  • you end up falling asleep behind him and he stays up to make sure that nothing happens to you; however, someone manages to break in, startling you awake
  • the intruder managed to outwit Saeran and shot him in the stomach, falling to the ground, seemingly dead
  • your eyes were wide with shock as tears began forming, heart rate skyrocketing
  • the person stalked towards you and you reached for the knife in your back pocket, but you knew it was useless against someone with a gun 
  • as the enemy raises his arm and points the gun at you, finger on the trigger, you close your eyes, ready to accept your death along with Saeran’s
  • there was a loud fire, but you didn’t feel anything
  • when you opened your eyes, there was a bullet hole through the guy’s head and he dropped to the ground with a large thump
  • beside him, Saeran was sitting against the wall clutching his stomach, the gun still pointed up from shooting
  • “Saeran…!” you rush over to him and grab his face, “I thought you were dead!”
  • there was blood everywhere; his hand, shirt….
  • “I was not about to let him touch a single hair on you.” he said through gritted teeth
  • “Your stomach! Ah, let me see if there’s gauze around here…”
  • he didn’t didn’t stop you because, well… he just couldn’t tell you that he was bleeding too much
  • you came back with a small roll and tried your best to stop the bleeding and wrap him up
  • “You’re going to make it, okay? E-Everything will be fine…” you kept repeating to him, not sure if it was to comfort him or yourself
  • you lie down and gingerly place your head in his lap, wet eyes trying to make out his face
  • Saeran looks down and wipes the tears away and then gently caressing your cheek, silently giving you what you know will be his last smile forever
  • both of your hands hold onto his wrist tightly
  • as painful as it was for him, he does his best to lean down and place a kiss on your forehead
  • you and Saeran are enveloped in silence, enjoying each other’s presence while you could, but you end up falling asleep some time after
  • he stares at your sleeping face for as long as he can
  • “I guess this wasn’t the right world. Maybe… maybe in the next one, it won’t end in ruins like this. We can be happy again…”
  • Saeran hesitates at first, but then decides to do it anyway
  • “I love you.”
  • when you awoke, you instantly remembered everything that happened and see that he’s looking down at you… but… with duller eyes
  • his wrist that you were clutching was eerily cold as well
  • “No!!” you scrambled to your knees and put your ear to his mouth
  • Nothing.
  • immediately, tears burst from your eyes as you hugged him close to you
  • death had taken him, and you didn’t know how long it would take to catch you
  • but you hoped it was soon
  • brushing your hand over his eyes to close them, you place a hand on his cheek once more
  • he looked peaceful
  • but then you remembered
  • You didn’t get to tell him that you loved him.
Alana Finds Out: Everybody Finds Out

Another instalment of AFO in honour of Ladies of Hannibal Week… in which everybody is a cheating horndog and the BAU bathrooms are not the best place for intimate… conversations.

Also on AO3.


“Get your hand out from there!”

“You’re kidding, right? That’s the whole reason we came in here!”

“Oh, really? Because I was under the impression you needed to have a serious talk about ‘important lady things.’”

“That was just to squick Zeller out. And you know I had no intention of just talking about ‘lady things’.”

Beverly!

“Yes, my dear Dr Bloom?”

Alana watched her friend – lover – waggle her eyebrows salaciously and sighed. “Ok, but you are well aware that I’m not usually… quiet – stop laughing – so you’d better make it worth my while when we both get suspended.”

Beverly placed a hand – the one that was not currently working its way into Alana’s knickers – over her heart in mock-offence. “That you have even to question my skill in this area has mortally wounded me.” She bit softly at Alana’s bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from the doctor, and then pulled back, smirking. “Lucky I’m a fast healer.”

And then they were kissing in earnest, deep and slow and good, as Alana felt Beverly touch a warm finger to her clit, provoking a burst of pleasure.

Alana still wasn’t sure how they’d ended up here. She’d been aware of Beverly’s sex appeal for years, the leather jackets and direct wit pushing several of Alana’s favourite buttons. She’d caught the other woman’s dark eyes twinkling at her in the halls of the F.B.I. often enough to know that they’d always been on the cusp of… maybe. So it hadn’t been a surprise, just a very pleasant progression, when a beer after a long day of battling Jack Crawford’s granite opinions turned into full flirtation. Then a kiss, soft and questioning. And another, during which Beverly’s tongue had caused Alana’s mind to flood with images of what else she could do with it. And then, just two days later – when the curiosity had got too much to handle and Alana had turned up, unannounced, at Beverly’s apartment – utterly fantastic sex. Which had continued, at regular intervals, over the subsequent two weeks.

The problem was that Alana had also had another longstanding maybe, in the form of her former mentor Hannibal Lecter, a maybe who had turned into a definitely well before Beverly had. Alana wasn’t sure what it meant that she’d suddenly thrown caution to the wind for two people she’d always consciously held back from. Nor that she’d become, for the first time in her life, a cheat.

She suspected it might have something to do with the imprisonment and release of Will Graham, once another maybe, now a lost for good. She was carefully holding back from considering that, too.

Alana had always thought that, if and when she decided to sleep with Hannibal, it would lead to something important. A relationship, for sure, with the possibility for long-term commitment. He was, after all, ludicrously eligible, attractive and genuinely her friend. He brewed his own beer for her, for crying out loud. So, it came as something of a surprise that, when she got past the incredible sex and the fondness she had always retained for him, Alana found she didn’t feel that thing, that spark when she was with him.

And a downright shock that she felt it with Beverly.

“Alana, god, I wanna take you back to your office, spread you over your desk and make you come ‘til you forget how to want anything else.”

Yes, please.

Beverly was past definition. And Alana was past the ability to control herself in her presence.

Especially when Bev was exposing Alana’s breast and sucking a nipple into her smiling mouth, while touching her right… there.

“Oh, god!”

“Yep, still not quiet.”

Because, Alana mused, as cogently as she could at that moment, someone who can simultaneously make you laugh and moan in ecstasy, is not someone you just fuck in the bathroom stalls between crime scenes. Frankly, that might be someone you marry.

She was just wondering whether it would be best to have The Talk with Hannibal or Beverly first, when the sound of the bathroom door opening caused both women to freeze. Alana slapped her hand over her mouth to silence herself, while shooting Bev a glare that she hoped effectively conveyed the accusation, You told me no one even knows this bathroom existed!

Beverly shrugged, without a hint of genuine apology and gave Alana a truly wicked grin before continuing what she’d started. Alana clenched her thighs in protest. Beverly just gave her a look that said, Please, like that’s gonna stop me and Alana felt herself moan, hoping her hand had worked to muffle it.

“Did you hear something?”

Guess not, Alana thought, tensing for discovery, as footsteps began to move along the room, checking each stall. Then she realised, as she saw Beverly’s eyebrows raise, that she recognised that voice as belonging to Will Graham.

Before he could make it to the end stall, where Beverly and Alana were entwined, another familiar voice rang out, “I heard nothing. Please, Will, stop looking for distractions and talk to me.” Hannibal sounded as though he was pleading.

Behind the cubicle door, the two women shared a look, equally guilty and intrigued. Beverly finally disengaged her hand, seemingly recognising that her teasing had just stopped being fun.

“Talk to you? As in, have a conversation with you?” Will sounded bitter, the strange calm he had elected to assume around Hannibal apparently destroyed. “Because that’s got me in trouble before, you know.”

“Will, I appreciate your anger.”

“Oh, I know you do.”

“But it is unproductive in this case. We must discuss what is happening between us, so that we might restore balance.” Footsteps rang out, Hannibal apparently moving closer to Will.

Restore balance?” Will was incredulous. “We’ve never come close to achieving balance, you made sure of that.”

Someone sighed and Hannibal conceded, “You are right to say so. I am sorry, I wish to make amends. I wish to earn your forgiveness, your trust, the right to your company.” More footsteps.

“And you think last night was the way to do that?” Alana could hear the resentment ebbing from Will’s voice, replaced by its own note of pleading. What on earth happened last night?

“I think last night can be seen as evidence that you may be capable of granting me those things, in time. And was, incidentally, a night I would never regret, nor choose to alter.” From their voices, it seemed the two men were now standing close together.

There was silence for a long while, then Will said, his voice now soft, “No, me either.” Then silence again, until Alana heard Hannibal moan, “Oh, Will,” and knew they had been kissing.

At which Alana forgot she was currently in an adulterous clinch of her own and made to exit the stall. Beverly tried manfully to hold her back but quickly found that Dr Bloom in a rage was a force to be reckoned with. Alana slammed back the cubicle door and strode out to the sight of her boyfriend and the man who had accused him of being a killer – who had sent someone to kill Hannibal in supposed retribution – holding each other in an embrace.

“Just what the hell is going on?” she demanded.

“Alana… I… I…” Hannibal looked shocked, dropping his arms from around Will’s waist. Alana noted, with some satisfaction, that it was the first time she’d ever seen that expression on his face.

Will, however, who had discreetly removed his hands from Hannibal’s ass, hadn’t needed his empathy to read Alana’s flushed cheeks, mussed hair and swollen lips. He was, therefore, looking past her at the wide-open stall, then back to ask, “Hate to be cliché, but we could ask you the same thing.”

Alana turned to see a sheepish and equally undone Beverly moving towards her. She turned back, grateful for the support as Bev stood close behind her. Standing her ground, she fixed the two men with a look. “Are you sleeping together?” she asked.

“Again, same ques…” Will began but Hannibal interrupted him.

“I believe there is little point in prevarication in this situation, Will,” he said.

“When did you become such a fan of speaking the truth?” Will asked, then sighed. “Ok, fair enough.” He looked over at Alana. “Not until last night. And you?”

She knew he knew already. “Longer,” she admitted. She noticed Hannibal looked entirely unsurprised by this. “Did you know?” she asked, feeling a mixture of guilt and disbelief.

“I was aware you had taken another lover, yes. And that it was likely a woman, judging by the scent.”

“You know people hate when you do that thing with the scenting, right?” Will told him, earning a glare from both Alana and Hannibal.

“And, what?” Alana asked, knowing it was irrational and hypocritical but feeling no urge to control herself. “You just didn’t care, huh? I mean so little to you?”

“On the contrary, Alana, I care for you deeply, and always have. The fact that we were sleeping together did nothing to alter that. I was aware that you were not in love with me, as I am not with you, and did not, therefore, begrudge you seeking company elsewhere. Not least because you have been uncommonly happy since you began your new relationship. Given that it is with Ms Katz, I must say I understand.”

Beverly beamed.

“Plus,” Alana noted, not quite ready to give up the fight, “I was just a distraction, not the ultimate prize.”

“Not that, my dear Alana, never just anything. But yes, Will is and has long been, the object of my affection.”

“You got a strange way of showing it, doc,” Will muttered but the look in his eyes held mostly amusement and he moved into Hannibal’s side, accepting an arm around him.

“You know,” Beverly said, “it occurs to me that we are in the fortunate position of everybody getting just what they want here. Unless,” she turned Alana’s face to hers gently, “I’m reading this situation very wrong.”

Alana gave a soft smile and shook her head.

“I think you may be onto something there, Katz,” Will said and the two exchanged a grin, “but please, do show your working.”

“Yes, professor. So, on one side of this equation, she’s crazy for me and I’m nutso for her. On the other side, well, I always figured nobody looks at each other that way without some serious UST in progress.”

“UST?” asked Hannibal, bemused.

“Unresolved sexual tension. Although now it’s RST, I guess. Resolved sexual tension,” she added, off their looks.

“Ah,” Hannibal responded, watching Will blush, “thank you Agent Katz. Quite astute of you.”

“So, what?” Alana asked, attempting to maintain an air of annoyance and failing miserably. “We just walk out of this bathroom, un- and re-coupled, and go on about our days?”

“Our lives, I rather hoped,” Hannibal said, smiling when Will bumped their hips together.

“Do you really have an issue with that, doctor?” Beverly asked, only a touch of nerves in her voice.

Alana thought about it.

“Nope,” she replied, “issue free.”

“Nothing for us to feel horrible about,” Hannibal interjected, causing Will to bark out a laugh.

“What’s funny?” Beverly asked but the two men just shook their heads and grinned at each other. Hannibal looked positively smug. “Ok, boys,” she continued, “time to find your own secret hidey-hole.”

“Why use the ladies’, anyway?” Alana pondered.

“Jack’s in the men’s room screaming at some poor intern,” Will supplied.

“Typical,” Beverly grinned. “Off you go then.”

Alana watched as the two men, Hannibal’s arm still wrapped around Will’s shoulder, walked in the direction of the door. She noted the way Will leaned into Hannibal’s body and how Hannibal couldn’t stop gazing at him, and wondered how the hell their relationship had changed so much. And then breathed a sigh of relief she hadn’t known she’d been holding, since it wasn’t her job to worry about that anymore.

“Aw, sweet, aren’t they?” Beverly cooed.

“In an intense, eccentric, obsessive sort of way, yes.” Alana turned to her girlfriend and looped her arms around her neck. “Now take me back in that stall and finish what you started. I’m not done with you, Agent Katz, not by a long way.”

“Yes ma'am,” Beverly saluted and then kissed her.

Alana considered it, in the end, a good day.

Stolen Children: the parallels between faeries and The Autism

(Disclaimer: this is more of a ramble than an essay, and is based on personal observations rather than any solid academic foundation)

(Secondary, more important disclaimer: I’m discussing perceptions of conditions here, not the conditions themselves. Hence the rather tongue-in-cheek use of The Autism, to distinguish the perceived condition peddled by Autism Speaks and the like from the actual condition)

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[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter VI)

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I can’t believe I’ve spent my whole Saturday babysitting for aunty Charlene, her sons are real monsters, worth the thirty bucks I earned. On top of that, she came back home late and Bea is waiting for me at my house, it’s five in the afternoon, it’s dark outside because of the winter, and I am pacing as fast as I can to take the bus. As I walk, Bea sends me a text, telling me our face masks are ready. As I type my reply, the front door of a building swings open, and before I know it, hits me right in the nose.

 “Ah!” I grab my nose with both hands as I fall onto my behind. It fucking hurts! 

“Abby?” 

I look up and see mr Tuan, yellow Jacket, black jeans and white shirt, eyeing me as if I had grew an additional limb. Does he live here? 

“Ouch.” I reply, glaring at him. 

“I’m sorry.” He closes the door and helps me up. “This always happens now that they’ve changed the doors. They’re supposed to fix this soon. You okay?” He asks. I sniffle, I’m not bleeding. 

“Yes.” I mumble. It still hurts. What is mr Tuan doing here? And why did I have to come across him? 

“What are you doing here?” He asks. 

“I’m not sure it’s your business.” I reply as I dust my behind off, and pull my sweatshirt down some more. 

“You come at the right time, Abby. I wanted to talk to you.” He ignores my impudence. Does he not know I’m mad at him? 

“You can do it after class, in school.” I reply.

 “Yes, but I’m proposing you something better, a coffee.” He says.

 “A coffee? With my maths teacher?” I arch my brow. It’s amazing how he doesn’t care about how inappropriate this is. 

“Good-looking maths teacher.” He corrects me, and I laugh. Not because it’s not true, but his attitude really makes me laugh, it’s a loud, sincere laugh that I try to swallow. I stroke my forehead, shaking my head. 

“Listen, if you have something to tell me, you can tell me in class, not in a cafe.” I walk past him, and he turns around.

 “Why?” He asks, and I turn to face him. 

“Because it’s crossing a line.” I say, my words mirroring his. 

“Don’t talk to me about crossing lines after the discussion we’ve had.” He replies. 

“Very funny.” I give him a fake smile, and turn on my heels. 

“I have a deal.” He says, and I stop. 

“You come grab a coffee with me, and I give you an A to the next test, you refuse and it’s a B minus.” I turn around, and see he’s serious. 

“This is not a deal, it’s blackmailing.” I reply, and he shrugs. I shake my head, this man is impossible. 

“Fine, but I don’t drink coffee.” I say. “That’s not a problem, I’ll get you a glass of milk.” He pats my head, and I slap his hand away.

Mr Tuan leads me to a cafe down the street and takes the liberty of ordering me a glass of apple juice, while he only takes a glass of water.

“What did you want to tell me?” I ask. 

“I know you’re mad at me.” He says. No shit, Sherlock! 

“It’s been two weeks, sir. You’re quite late.” I raise my eyebrow and take a timid sip of my apple juice. 

“I thought I didn’t care about it.” And now he cares? “I know I acted like a boor.” He trails off. “There are things that happened in my life that makes that my mental age is really close to a teenager’s.” He says. A teenager? Just like Christian. 

“A teenager? What happened in your life?” I ask. “It’s a long story, not really important. But because of it I had to act very mature and serious when I was absolutely not.” He explains. 

“And you know how boys of your age are. They are real pigs.” I almost want to snort at his choice of word. “The teenager that I am likes girls, so yes, I’m having fun leading Annabelle on, but it doesn’t go beyond that. As for you, I’ve never been attracted to a student before.” So I an a first for him, and he his a first for me, just like in the book. The idea is flattering. 

“I didn’t really handle things well, and I’m sorry.” He says, and I nod. “The thing is, I really, really want you.” He says, and I nod again. There is something in this discussion that bothers me. I’m not sure of understanding the significance of what he says.

 “But you’re a virgin, and I can’t have sex with you, I should make love to you.” He wants to make love to me? This idea that has been creating all kinds of fantasies in my head seems a lot less thrilling now. 

“You know, I’m not sure about wanting anything with you anymore.” I mumble. It’s true, I’m not sure anymore, I don’t know if I still want to explore this new part of me. His face changes from serious to pissed. 

“Oh, really?” He says, and his stare makes me look down at my drink. I shrug. I hear him move, and look up at him. He opens his wallet and drops ten dollars on the table. 

“Come.” He gets up and I follow him. Where is he going? I follow him out, despite my surprise. Mr Tuan grabs my wrist and pulls me in the closest dark and dirty alley, and the familiar scene of 50 shades of Grey takes me by surprise. 

I don’t have enough time to remember the exact scene that he takes my head between his hands and crashes his lips on mine, and I am lost. He moves his lips against mine and I kiss him back the better I can, and he starts to slowly take my breath away.

 He forces his tongue inside of my mouth and pulls mine into a tortuous and passionate dance. His kiss is hungry and aggressive, and it subdues me instantly, crushing me by its force. He kisses me as if his life depended on it, and I love it, and I want more. He pulls away way to soon, and tears me away from this moment of pure passion. His chest rises and falls as he pants, and I am as breathless as him. His brow are furrowed and his eyes are hard, and I understand what I said earlier made him mad. 

“And now?” He breathes. I reply with the sound of my heavy breathing, not finding anything to say. Now I’m sure, I want this man. As if my silence had talked, Mark nods in front of my quiet defeat. He sighs. 

“I want to get to know you though. I want to know why you’ve been avoiding sex and why you don’t want me to call you Abby.” He says. 

“Why?” Why is it so important to him?

 “Because I can’t make love to you if I’m not in love with you and if I don’t trust you. Im not that much of an ass.” He says, and I pretend his straightforwardness doesn’t surprise me. 

“You think you can fall in of with a 18 year old girl?” I arch my brow. He places his hand against the wall next to my head.


“The idea of wanting to touch a 18 year old girl hadn’t even crossed my mind before I met you.” He says. 

“You think I’ll open up for you just to have sex with you? You think you are worth it?” I reply. 

“That, is something that’s up to you.” He says. “Think about it.” He adds. It’s a proposition, and I have to think about it, just like in the book.

 “I will.” I reply. He nods and steps away from me. I follow him as he walks back to the place we met.  

“It’s going to rain, I’ll drop you home.” He says, and he sounds to much like Christian. He stops in front of a Mini Cooper with a blue roof, and I understand it’s his car. That’s immediately less like Christian Grey. 

“Where do you live?” He asks, and his question takes me back to my biggest fears. A ride alone with an older man, at night? No. The sky starts to cry, as if it was announcing something bad.

 “I’ll take the bus.” I reply as it starts raining. 

“Are you joking?” He asks, his face impassive. 

“No, I’ll take the bus.” I take a step away from his car. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Abby. I’ll take you home.” He says.


“No.”


“You can’t be serious, it’s raining.” He takes a step towards me. 

“Don’t touch me.” I warn. I don’t want to make a scene, but I don’t him to push me. He freezes, and his face turns to confused. 

“Abby, what’s wrong?” He asks.

 “Let me take the bus.” I reply. He sighs, and takes off his jacket.

 “In that case, take my Jacket, you don’t have a hood.” He holds it open for me. 

“No, keep it.” I say, he’s starting to get wet.. 

“Abby, I don’t want to get mad at you, take my jacket.” Geez, he really is like Christian Grey, so manly and authoritative, I obey, and put his jacket on. It’s way to big for me. 

“Take my number, and text me when you arrive.” He pulls the hood over my head. I obey, and save his number. As I shove my phone into my pocket, he takes my head between his hands and kisses me.  

“Be careful.” He says once he’s pulled away. Why did he kiss me this time? 

“Goodbye.” I say, turning around.

 “Oh, and, sir?” I face him again, and he’s looking at me.

 “Thank you for coming to Dallas with us, it means a lot to me.” I mumble. “You’re welcome, Abby. I’m doing it for you, don’t forget it.” He replies, and I nod before leaving him.


“At Last!” Bea says as she hears me walking in. I drop my keys on the kitchen counter and Bea walks to me, ponytail and oversized hoodie. “What’s this jacket?” She asks me and my mom appears. 

“You were with a boy?” She asks cheekily, what a kid.

 “Yes.” I take my hood off and process tying my hair up, earning a waves of “Oh’s” from both of her.

 “It was just an old friend from middle school, Mathis.” I lie. I choose to say Mathis because I know he moved to France and Bea doesn’t, so she won’t ask. 

“He was just being kind.” I say.


Guys sure know how to make a girl melt via text. His message make me flush alone, and I feel like Anastasia, lying on a cloud.

jealous joseph

“You may make Joe look like a child in comparison, but I’m still taller than you.”

“Yeah so?” Caspar runs a bit of gel through his hair, washing his hands and getting ready to leave before Josh cornered him in the bathroom.

“So you’re shorter and younger than me, which means that it’s my job to protect you,” Josh gives him a concerned yet adamant look, making Caspar eye him uncertainly.

“That’s nice of you bro, but I don’t need protecting from anything. Uh life is good buddy,” Caspar pats his friend’s shoulder reassuringly before stepping around him to exit the room, but Josh manages to grabs him by the wrist.

“So…you’re just gonna walk out of here and pretend like you’re not all dressed up for someone special,” Josh speaks with a more accusatory than joking tone.

“Dude I’m going to be late for my meeting,” Caspar tries to shrug him off but Josh’s grip is ironclad.

“Yeah a Project Jaspar meeting, like you’ve had a dozen times before with absolutely no cause to dress up for. Do you honestly think that if you dress well now, that somehow Joe is going to see you in a different light?”

“Woah you don’t know what you’re talking about Josh.” Caspar’s nostrils are flaring defiantly. 

“Oh don’t I?” Something overcomes him, as Josh suddenly yanks Caspar’s arm and tosses him roughly against the nearest wall. Caspar’s eyes open wider, alarmed by his best friend’s sudden change in demeanor, when normally the tall lad is usually such a teddy bear. “You keep gallivanting around here, hoping that Joe is going to suddenly open his eyes and realize his true feelings for you, but that’s not the case. In fact that’s never going to happen and you and I both know it.” Josh is clearly frustrated at this point.

“Josh c’mon…”

“Don’t Josh me. I’m your best friend. I’ve been there for you through everything, yet you pretend you don’t see my feelings…Please Caspar..” the last two words slip softly from the ginger boy’s lips as a desperate whisper. Joe would never. The older man’s man wouldn’t be caught dead begging for Caspar’s attention and affection, which is probably one of the reasons he was so damn enticing. The way he flaunted his fit body and attractive intellect in front of Caspar, and how he made Caspar’s uncontrollable outburst of adoration appear as commonplace annoyances in their YouTube videos, only made the loving South African want him more.

Josh slides his hand from Caspar’s wrist, moving his fingers up C’s arm as he traces his skin. Slight goosebumps raise on Caspar’s arm and his thoughts of Joe quickly disipitate as he feels Josh’s eyes on him. He meets Josh’s starry eyed gaze with intrigue, pulling him close by his shirt tail.

“How much do you want me?” Caspar teases him, running his fingers underneath Josh’s shirt up his spine. Josh turns slightly pink, embarrassed to suddenly find himself in a rather intimate position with his life long best friend. The noticeable tent in his pants was a dead giveaway of his non platonic thoughts of Caspar, a reality that made Caspar’s blood boil in a good way.

“I need you Cas.” He responds earnestly, unable to hide it anymore. Caspar grins leaning in to kiss Josh when his pocket begins to vibrate and ring like mad.

“Shit, I’m late. Gotta go, see you later then?” Caspar pretends not to see Josh’s sad droopy eyes as he pulls away. Josh remains still and silent, watching Caspar walk out the door.

Caspar rushes into the meeting room with haste, nearly knocking an unsuspecting Joe to the ground. “Woah mate, you alright there?” Joe smirks up at his rather large roommate, making Caspar’s knees feel more like jelly by the second.

He gulps taking in a big breath of air and folding his hands together against his hips awkwardly. “Yes course never been better,” he flashes his big toothy grin before taking a seat on the office couch, unnecessarily close to Joe. So the meeting unfolds as planned with the production guys discussing future development plans with the boys, but all Caspar can focus on is the warmth of Joe’s leg against his own, and if it would be weird for him to reach out and pull Joe’s legs up onto his lap casually, you know to ensure further comfort for the little Sugg sharing a rather small couch with such a gangly South African lad. Without even realizing it, Caspar’s hand found itself hovering almost possessively over Joe’s thigh, causing the more petite lad to raise his eyebrow curiously. Joe realizes Caspar has managed to zone out from their very important meeting, so he subtly pushes Caspar’s hand down against his leg, punching his skin gently to bring him back to reality. Casp blinks in sudden bewilderment, glancing down to see his hand resting on Joe’s leg with Joe’s thin hand over top his, causing his cheeks to surge red with nervous delight. Squeezing Joe’s leg affectionately in response, he turns his face slightly so that Joe can’t see him blushing. Joe makes a face at him but does not remove his hand from its current position, letting it rest on top of Caspar’s, as the meeting continues on like normal.

“You should probably stop zoning out in meetings, doesn’t make us look very professional,” Joe pipes up in the taxi back home.

“What? Oh yeah, sorry about that,” Caspar shakes his head, running a head through his hair anxiously.

“You seem really tense…is everything alright, Caspy?” Joe turns his head and furrows his eyebrows in mild concern for his transparent goof of a roommate. Caspar looks back at him, studying his face while wondering if he would ever get the courage to tell Joe everything. Or was Josh right in saying that he would never come around. Thinking of Josh, Caspar’s gaze drifts down to Joe’s slightly chapped yet soft looking lips. These lips were the one that Caspar truly wanted to kiss, so close but they always remained a million miles away.

“Josh admitted he has feelings for me,” Caspar thought it best to just come out with it.

Joe couldn’t help but pull his wide eyed jealous face, his Adam’s apple juggling up and down uncertain. He clears his throat and plays it off perfectly. “Oh. W..when did this happen?” Caspar tries to gauge his reaction, wanting to find hidden signs of Joe’s secret affection like the Jaspar shippers tended to do, but to him Joe only appeared as calm, cool, and collected as always.

“Earlier this morning. That’s why I was late to our meeting.”

“Right. Um…so, do I need to like give you guys space now?” Joe was flustered and confused as his heart managed to somehow both race and sink all at once.

 “Joe, I’m not dating Josh. We’re just good friends, but thinking about it, I don’t think I could be with him.”

“Yeah, why not? He’s a good guy at least,” Joe wasn’t sure why he was advocating for Josh all of a sudden, but he felt it was the right thing to do if his support would make Caspar happy. Caspar’s happiness was such a high priority for him, after all.

“No it’s not like that. I mean Josh is great..He’s a really great guy and he’s always been there for me..it’s just that…well he’s not the one for me.” Caspar and Joe both shift, clearly uncomfortable.

Joe hates an awkward silence, so he immediately cracks a joke to break the tension. “Mate you’re going to be single a long time if you’re waiting for Gigi Hadid.” They both grin at that one, but Caspar’s face instantly becomes serious again. He couldn’t bare the thought of Josh being right, that what he had with Joe was all just a sham for the YouTube fans. His mind flashes back to all of the tender real moments Jaspar had had over the two years of living together, the pranks, the competition, the not so sporadic affection. All of that had boiled down to this moment. It was now or never.

“Gigi’s not the one I’m waiting for,” Caspar leans in towards Joe, staring deeply into his eyes to ensure that there would be absolutely no misunderstanding between them. Joe’s eyes light up with comprehension as the car jolts to a halt in front of their apartment building. Joe reaches into his wallet to pay the driver as Caspar runs up to unlock their door, his heart threatening to shatter any second now. He hurries inside, glad to see Josh had left for the day. Tossing his coat and beanie across the couch haphazardly, C is ready to crawl into his room and hide for the next millennium. He is headed downstairs when Joe grabs him by the shirt collar, tugging him back up.

“Where do you think you’re going punk?” Joe’s blue eyes were now ablaze with passion, the likes of which Caspar had never witnessed before. He begins to give him some halfhearted excuse about needing to edit when Joe grabs his face with both hands, pulling Caspar down into a long awaited embrace. He kisses Caspar desperately, his strong hands holding the tall one tightly. Caspar is quickly overcome by his desire, as he grips Joe’s hips, picking him up carefully and sliding him gently over his shoulder. His lips make a path down Joe’s jaw to his neck and shoulder, causing Joe to shiver and cling to Caspar’s biceps. He lays him down on the couch and begins to climb on top of him, but Joe protests. “You’re going to crush me.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Caspar mocks him in a teasing manner.

“What? No, never, I just…,” Joe looks away shyly, clearly nervous to have all his emotions and insecurities so blatantly exposed. Caspar senses Joe’s hesitation, so he sits on the cushion next to him instead, looking down at him fondly.

He speaks up after a bit. “You’re beautiful, you know.”

“What?” Joe begins to crack up making Caspar smile as well.

“I know it sounds really weird for a guy to say that to another guy…and it’s really cheesy and lame…but I can’t think of any other way to describe you. Everything about you is just so wonderful and inspiring.” Caspar speaks so earnestly and heartfelt that it makes Joe turn red.

“Even my constant pranks and nagging you to do the dishes?” Joe, the ever cheeky bastard.

“I’m willing to be woken up every night by alarm clocks and crying babies and clowns if it means you’re happy. I’ll even do the dishes…sometimes,” they both smile the same, that goofy lovers grin that could overcome anything. 

Joe reaches out his hands for Caspar to hold, the smaller yet stronger boy pulling the other down into a second kiss, this one deeper and full of barely hidden meaning. They end up drifting off to sleep there, cuddled up next to each other like true boyfriends would. 

Scm: I will always be waiting for you P2

Link to: PART 1
WARNING: LONG, A little heart broken but a happy ending!


4 years since the death.
Scorpio has gotten so use to his work and has became a super powerful god, the king treats him like his own son, he is now know as the punishments minister and Zyglavis right hand man they became like brothers and the rest of the department of punishments became like family to him. Since his hate for humans was already there it got stronger as he had to punish them, dirty filthy humans he thought, the king was very proud and how fast he picked up his work but felt sad because in the back of the kings mind he left something behind on earth so amazing and he has no idea or memory of it. But the king knows he cant hide it forever as though they now have to protect you from the dark king. Even though the king may be twisted he still does have a heart and want you and him to meet again.
You never really have gotten over the feeling of losing him, it just happened so fast, but you moved on because you had to in your life. you started having a glow again and you looked honestly amazing, you were a little skinner but you were healthy. You had a great job and surrounded yourself by friends more often, you even tried to date again but lets be real no one will ever satisfy you and make you feel the way you did like you did with Scorpio. Your visits to his grave didn’t become easier but more accepting, you pray and wish who ever did this to him will have justice served right from their crimes. As time went on, you have seen though in the news paper that justice was rightfully taken care of. You came to find out that the person who has killed the love of your life was someone that was suppose to be on his side, instead he killed him and four other men and was on the loose. Its like your wishes have been answered and justice was served just for you, little did you know there was a group of gods out there who did that on purpose watching you from the reflecting pool.

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“You’re awake,” he sighed with relief, dropping his book carelessly on the floor at his feet and hurrying to your side.  He took your hand in his and held it to his cheek, closing his eyes with an overwhelming sense of gratitude that you had survived.  “You are not allowed to frighten me so terribly again, do you understand?”

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