I knew that Jamie was awake, though I couldn’t truly see him. The fire had burned down to embers, and my eyes were bleary with sleep, but I didn’t need any light; I could feel his hands on the bare skin of my belly, hear the gentle Gaelic he was murmuring so sweetly over me, over us.
He shifted at once and scooted toward me to touch my face. “I’m so sorry, mo nighean donn,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “I didna at all mean to wake ye.”
“Dinna fash, darling,” I laughed, brushing the hair out of his eyes as he leaned over me. “What was it you were saying?”
“Oh.” Even in the barest light I could see the sheepish expression. “Wee Ian was moving about and I was only talking to him, a bit.”
“Yes, I know,” I said, grinning gently. “….What did you tell him?
He shrugged and laid down beside me. “Just—just foolish talk, ken.”
“My love,” I whispered, tenderness surrounding us, “you don’t have to tell me, if you don’t wish to…but I know it wasn’t foolish.”
He stroked my arm, then brought his hand back to my belly. “Could ye understand any of it?”
“Only a word or two….There was one thing you said a few times. Avah—aval-lach?”
“Yes, that’s one,” I said, wondering vaguely how in bloody hell it was spelled. “What does that one mean?”
“It only means ‘lad.’ Well, no, more…tender than that. More like… beloved boy. Sounds a bit daft in English, but it…it’s a deep kind of word to me, ken?”
“I thought maybe it was; just from the way you said it.”
“Do you speak to him often?” I asked, a while later.
“Aye,” Jamie admitted, “most every night, when you’re asleep.”
There was something in the sound of his voice that troubled me—a rawness, some hurt untended between us in the dark.
“I tell him,” he said at last, unprompted, “that I’m here…and I love him.” His hand tightened, spanning the breadth of the child as best he could. “And that I’ll always love him, no matter what may come. I dinna—” He stopped and I could hear him swallow.
When he spoke again, his words were tight and hoarse. “Faith didna ken those things, I think.” He traced the lines of my hipbones, his eyes intent upon it so as not to look at me. “Didna ken that I loved her, or…So…”
His pain filled my body, bringing mine up from the void along with it, choking me. “Jamie…” I murmured, reaching out in the dark to touch his face. “Jamie, no. That’s just not so.”
“I would give anything to believe what ye say, Claire.” He sat up and laid his arms across his knees, the edges of him rimmed from the glow of a log that had suddenly caught again. I watched, mournedto watch his shoulders slowly hunch, his head come to hang between them. “But it is the truth.”
So much I wanted to quiet and comfort him, to pull him back down to my heart and convince him of the truth that I knew; but I merely laid a hand on his back and let the quiet of the confessional descend upon us; let him speak all his soul.
“I didna have the fear in me, then.” He wasn’t crying, but his voice audibly ached, so raw. “Not about the babe, not truly. All my real fear and worry was for the rest of it: what had happened in Scotland; how I was to provide for my family; the burden of Charlie and the war and—”
A long, shuddering breath.
“Amidst all that, I think I took the bairn’s safe arrival for granted—that at least will be well, I thought, even if all the rest crumbles. It never—never in truth occurred to me that I wouldna have time to tell her.”
The silence that fell was so thick with sorrow it seemed that I could almost touch it. I rubbed my thumb softly where it lay, feeling his scars. I’m here.
“Had I the chance to live it all out again, I’d scream ‘to hell wi’ preventing the war, to hell wi’ Randall and everyone else.’” His voice crescendoed sharply with the vehemence of it, then tapered back to whisper as he finished. “…and spend those six months at home, not leaving your side for a moment until she was born. For, what was the cost of her life? Was there anything we accomplished that was more important than her?” His head hung further, and I could see him holding it in his hands. “All for naught. That I could make it all right.”
“Oh, my love…Listen to me.” I did make him turn, then, forced that barrier between us to vanish “We’re never going to stop thinking of her, of Paris—what we each could have done differently; but you’re only remembering the end. Don’t you remember the good days, too, when she was with us?”
“Barely,” he admitted, the quiet truth of it breaking my heart.
“Well, I remember,” I said, rubbing his leg imploringly. “I remember that you kissed her and spoke to her, just like you do now to Ian. I remember your eyes lighting up when you touched my belly and felt her move, just like now. I remember so much happiness, even with all the upheavals swirling around us; and what happened in the end doesn’t change that.”
He nodded but it was only because he knew he ought. I could still feel the shame in his body, the pain.
“Come here,” I whispered, and after the barest hesitation, he laid down next to me once more. “She knew, Jamie.” I turned onto my side toward him and got his face in both my hands. “She did. As much as she was capable of knowing anything at all, she knew that we loved her. Yes, both of us.” I turned his head to me and made him look me in the eye as I whispered, “She knew the sound of your voice.”
“She…?” He blinked. “She did?”
I nodded, my lips trembling with the effort not to cry. “She would always move about when she heard you; not for male voices in general. Just yours.”
His mouth moved, but no sound came out.
“Ye never told me that,” he whispered when he found his voice. I started to apologize but he shook his head hard and pressed his forehead to mine. “Thank you. It means….”
It meant everything; to me, and to him.
We let ourselves weep, then, for her, just for a little while, in the safety of one another, in the safety of distance and the hope of still more redemption to come in just a few short weeks.
“I truly do believe that all will be well, wi’ Ian,” he said, reading my thoughts as I thumbed away his tears, and he, mine. “I have such verra great hope, now. I feel yours, as well, and that keeps me strong when I’ve doubts…. but I still must tell him, for her sake. I still need him to ken that his Da loves him.”
“Tell him every day until he’s born.” I laid a kiss in the palm of his hand, then brought it to rest overtop our little boy. “And then every day after that.”
In the dark, among the sweet scent of evergreens, the mountains bore witness to the bond.
The first chakra is the Earth chakra, located at the base of the spine. It deals with survival, and is blocked by fear.
What are you most afraid of? Let your fears become clear to you. You are concerned about your survival, but you must surrender those fears. Let your fears flow down the creek.
Next is the Water chakra. This chakra deals with pleasure and is blocked by guilt.
Look at all the guilt that burdens you so. What do you blame yourself for? Now accept the reality that these things happened. But do not let them cloud and poison your energy. If you are to be a positive influence on the world, you need to forgive yourself.
Third is the Fire chakra, located in the stomach. This chakra deals with willpower, and is blocked by shame.
What are you ashamed of? What are your biggest disappointments in yourself? You will never find balance if you deny this part of your life.
The fourth chakra is located in the Heart. It deals with love and is blocked by grief.
Lay all your grief out in front of you. Love is a form of energy, and it swirls all around us. A love of your lost ones has not left this world, it is still inside of your heart; and it is reborn in a form of new love. Let it flow through you.
The fifth in the chain is the Sound chakra, located in the throat. It deals with the truth, and is blocked by lies, the ones we tell ourselves.
You can not lie about your own nature. You must accept yourself as you are.
The sixth pool of energy is the Light chakra, located in the center of the forehead. It deals with insight, and is blocked by illusion.
The greatest illusion of this world is the illusion of separation. Things you think are separate and different are actually one and the same. We are all one people, but we live as if divided. We are all connected, and everything is connected. Even the separation of the four elements is an illusion. If you open your mind, you will see that all the elements are one; four parts of the same whole. Even metal is just a part of earth that has been purified and refined.
The final chakra is the Thought chakra. It is located at the crown of the head. It deals with pure cosmic energy and is blocked by earthly attachment.
Once you open this chakra, you will be able to go in the state of mind where you will have complete control and awareness of all of your actions. Meditate on what attaches you to this world… Now, let all of those attachments go. Let them flow down the river; forgotten. You must learn to let go, otherwise you won’t be able to let the pure cosmic energy flow into you from the Universe.
Aang and Katara reshaped the clouds in The Fortuneteller as it symbolized them reshaping their destiny together
During The Guru, this happens
“You have indeed felt a great loss. But love is a form of energy, and it swirls all around us. (The air nomads can now be seen floating above the cloud, as Aang reaches out to them. The cloud envelops him and lifts him up.) The Air Nomads love for you has not left this world. It is still inside of your heart, and is reborn in the form of new love.”
And the cloud takes the form of Katara’s face.
The same way Aang is shaping his relationship and destiny with Katara.
Also, Katara is legit the reincarnation of the Air Nomads’ love. If that’s not the most epic thing ever, then IDK what is.
what they were thinking during this bodhi week fic (which you don’t need to read, but is set on Endor)
“The Force is strong here,” Chirrut says.
“Because of the boy?” Baze’s eyes shift to the edge of the gathering.
“He shines brightly,” Chirrut inclines his head, “Brighter than anyone I’ve ever seen.” He pauses. “But it’s not just him.”
Baze looks at Chirrut, the flickering light of the torches dancing across his features. His smile glints in the dim light.
“Is it because the Sith are dead?”
“The shroud of darkness has lifted,” Chirrut says, “Balance has been restored. But it’s not just that.”
Baze lifts the cup to his lips, silent, waiting for Chirrut to finish his explanation.
“There is much happiness here. Every soul is brimming with the light side of the Force, sparkling with its energy. Can you feel it?”
Baze grunts. He hadn’t said anything about what had happened on Scarif after he thought Chirrut had died, but the other Guardian had sensed the change anyways.
“All I feel is the warmth of the bonfire, and some irritation at you.”
Chirrut sniffs. “So be it. But it swirls around all of us, even you, Baze.”
“I’m just happy Jedha has been avenged.”
Chirrut doesn’t turn to face him, but instead extends his arm and lightly touches Baze’s shoulder. “What next? Revenge was your driving force for all these years. Now what?” He grins broadly when he says the word force.
Baze sniffs. “If you hadn’t made that pun I would’ve said something sappy.”
“Where you go, I go.”
“Even if I decide to help the boy learn the ways of the Force?”
She gently touched my face. “I miss…” So did I but I couldn’t say that out loud. Her familiar scent swirled all around us. I closed my eyes and flashes of us in that grove passed me. I quickly opened my eyes. That scent. Scents were sneaky, powerful things.
I could still feel her hand on my face. I knew just being around her was wrong but she was so incredibly dizzying, I couldn’t handle it. My brain felt light and airy. I couldn’t think straight. I could only feel.
“Y-You, I can hardly breathe around you…” I managed to semi-whisper. I felt her fingers tense up and it snapped me out of my trance. I couldn’t. I quickly turned away. “Kali you saw me. It’s best if you just go. I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” I couldn’t find the words. Were there words for the person you loved but couldn’t be with? Were there words to comfort them? Because I never found them.
She dropped her hand from my face. “Hana…you’ve been crying haven’t you?” Why even lie, I thought to myself. If there was one person in my life who could see straight through them, throughme, it was Kali. “We just…things. Kali I shouldn’t be talking to you about her.” She gripped my arm. “Hana you have no idea how much it fucking hurts to know you’ve been crying, to see you cry over someone who doesn’t deserve it! Why-” “I-I don’t th-think we should be around each other. It-it’s wrong and I’d never-” She sighed but it was full of frustration. It was such a messy sigh, nothing like her. “I know! I know you wouldn’t cross the line. I’m not asking youto Hana! I just need- I need-” She looked right at me and I felt cornered. There was no escaping that stare. Especially when I was a willing prisoner. “I need you.” She finally said quietly. “I-I-I-” I had no idea why I stuttered so much. I suppose it was because of the way I grew up. I was always in frightful homes. People shouting at me to answer them. It ended up getting much worse than yelling. I’d get stuck in loops with no way out. Their physicality would end up stopping my endless stuttering cycles but nothing like that happened to me anymore so there’d be nothing to end my stuttering. I never learned how to end it on my own. I didn’t understand why it was at its worst around Kali.
Kali always did what was in my best interest. No matter how badly she wanted to keep pressing me. She gripped my shoulder so tightly it almost hurt. “Hana stop. It’s okay.” Her eyes dropped to the floor but her hand remained. “I just need a minute, please.” She barely managed to speak. I allowed her a moment. All I wanted was to comfort her properly but it’d be crossing so many lines and I just couldn’t. I wouldn’t. She finally took a long breath in and looked up at me. “You’re right. We need to stay out of each other’s lives. No matter how much it hurts., but we’ve said this so many times. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m, I’m going to go.” She finally released my shoulder and walked away. I stood there, like an idiot. An idiot who badly loved this girl. How could I deal with heartbreak when I had to deal with re-learning how to be around someone I was so in love with for so long? Everything was too confusing. It was too much for me to carry most days.
All I could feel when Kali was around was my heart skipping too many beats to be healthy. Sometimes I thought it’d stop beating. That’s the least I deserved for everything I had done, I thought darkly. I sighed and covered my eyes. Something I did when things got too scary for me as a kid. The rational side of me knew it wouldn’t protect me but, well my rational side is very small.
I felt dizzy. Staticky swirling all around and in my head. I felt too much around Kali. So much so, that I felt as if I wasn’t in my body. Was it just my body shutting down? Who knows. I don’t know how I work. All I knew was that my breath would come out too shallow, I would literally feel breathless around her. It wasn’t as romantic as people made it seem. It felt as if something was slowly pulling the air out of me, as if I didn’t mean it to leave but couldn’t control it.
I wish I could leave my body too.
I rubbed my face in frustration and walked towards my room. I’m skipping school today, I decided.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: The Toy-Box
8K words, PG-13 rated
Voldemort rules the wizarding world. It’s a dangerous time, and Astoria and Draco are determined to keep their son safe, so they begin teaching him Occlumency. It’s an essential tool for anyone, especially a future servant of the Dark Lord.
@cursedchildscorpius is totally to blame for the idea of Scorpius being a skilled Occlumens. I think the angst is my fault… I was just deeply fascinated by how the Scorpion King could be trained from birth in this kind of thing, and how that could partly explain how different he turns out from our Scorpius, who has never really had to hide himself away or restrain himself.
I believe that there is nothing more sacred or profound than this day. There may be a thousand big moments embedded in this day, waiting to be discovered like tiny flecks of gold. The big moments are the tiny moments of courage and forgiveness and hope that we grab on to and extend to one another. The big moments are in every conversation, every meal, every meeting. That’s the drama of life, swirling all around us.
parallel between Zuko and Aang is how they cope when they turn
their backs to their mentors/father figures–Aang by leaving Gyatso and Zuko by
Aang turns his back on Gyatso, and he feels
guilt whenever he thinks about it (up until “The Guru,” where he finally accepts
everything and moves on. Love, after all, is energy “and it swirls all
around us.”). Each time, Aang is supported by his mentors–Katara and Guru Pathik–who assure him of his previous mentor’s love (or, the change of that love), and remind him that we cannot dwell on the past (something that Zuko doesn’t learn until Book 3).
After he joins the Gaang, Zuko like Aang is also racked with guilt whenever he’s reminded of his turning his back on his mentor. And, like Aang, he is assured of his mentor’s love and forgiveness each time.
However, unlike his airbending counterpart, Zuko has the benefit of meeting his mentor once more to make amends. But, regardless, both Avatar and Firelord come to realize that their mentor’s love has always been with them–and will always be with them.
On one final note: It’s interesting how Zuko only begins to get a lot of positive support when he becomes the most like Aang. That is to say that he only gets that positive “everything will be ok” support–and actually accepts that support–when the bulk of his temper subsides, when he officially becomes a protagonist, and when Zuko becomes less angsty and more happy and fun-loving. This is because it’s only now that he’s no longer ruled by his past so, he has a less guilt-ridden conscious and instead of thinking “I’m a failure, I need father’s love” he’s thinking “I’m doing ok, there is hope.” Long story short, he becomes a “glass half full” kind of guy,” just like Aang.
While both Iroh and Mai have tried to give him positive support in the past, he was always too angry and too worried about his father’s love and acceptance of him to actually accept their words (see “The Avatar State,” “Avatar Day,” and “The Beach”). Thus, Iroh usually stuck to trying to calm his temper and trying to keep Zuko’s spirits up. But, after realizing that he’s not ruled by his past, Zuko is finally able to accept the former kind of support hence Sokka, Toph, and Katara all telling him that everything will turn out alright and that Iroh will forgive him.
The fourth chakra is located in the heart. It deals with love, and is blocked by grief. Lay all your grief out in front of you. You have indeed felt a great loss. But love is a form of energy, and it swirls all around us. […] It is still inside of your heart, and is reborn in the form of new love. Let the pain flow away.
Radio and television broadcasting may be only a brief passing phase in our technological development. When we imagine alien civilizations broadcasting signals with radio telescopes, are we any different from earlier generations who imagined riding cannon shells to the moon? Civilizations even slightly more advanced than ours may have already moved on to some other mode of communication, one that we have yet to discover or even imagine. Their messages could be swirling all around us at this very moment, but we lack the means to perceive them just as all of our ancestors, up to a little more than a century ago, would have been oblivious to the most urgent radio signal from another world.
But there’s another more troubling possibility: Civilizations, like other living things, may only live so long before perishing due to natural causes, or violence, or self-inflicted wounds. Whether or not we ever make contact with intelligent alien life may depend on a critical question: What is the life expectancy of a civilization?
- Episode 11: The Immortals, Cosmos: A SpaceTime Odyssey
“Princess? Are you in here?” A voice rang through the room, causing me to look away from the music sitting in front of me, elation filling my heart. My best friend stood across the room, his long legs racing across the hardwood floors.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you when you arrived but I was helping Father organize a plan to deal with the rebels before the party. It’s going to be so great now that you’re here,” He murmured in my ear, his arms wrapped tightly around me. My family ruled the kingdom beside Calum’s , yet the distance always felt infinite, separating me from him. My first time meeting Cal had been the day I was presented as one of the princesses he might one day marry. We had been inseparable from that moment, sealing our betrothal as both partners in marriage and in crime. Together we spent our days adventuring and playing tricks on the castle’s staff. The time I spent with my own family felt tedious, every part of me wanting to be back beside him.
“I have an idea,” he whispered, pulling me from my daydream,” All the staff is focusing on the gala tonight, right?” He smirked, causing me to nod excitedly at whatever plan he had in his head,” That means no one will notice two horses riding out to say, I don’t know, the waterfall?” My heart raced at the suggestion, I loved when he was like this. Our adventures years ago had led us to the most beautiful waterfall, clear water spilling over the cliff face, pooling below like melted turquoise. His hand wrapped around mine as we tore through hallways and drawing rooms toward the stables. My eyes locked with the stable boy warily, knowing that he wouldn’t expose our outing to Calum’s parents. Cal began saddling two horses, whispering softly while he worked the straps around them. I hiked my dress up as I straddled the horse, causing a wash of pink to flood Calum’s cheeks. After all the years we’d spent together, he still was in awe of my brashness when it came to manners.
“Race you,” I winked, towards the woods as he mounted his horse, racing after me. Light broke through in soft beams beneath the trees, washing the path in a radiant glow. I turned around to Calum, his face lit with golden light as he laughed, pushing his horse to beat mine. Air left my lungs as the stallion hurdled over a fallen tree. We arrived in the clearing, the soft roar of the water filling my ears. Dismounting the horses, his hand took mine again, leading me towards the ledge hanging over the pool, close enough that our feet skimmed the surface.
“So darling, how’s life?” He asked, genuinely intrigued about what I had to say.
“Hmm, let me think. I beat my brothers in a sword fight, which I was very proud of. Your lessons have done me well,” I grinned, the pride present in his face, “I also designed my gown for tonight, which I think you’re going to love,” I smirked, his eyes dilating at the thought.
“I’ve missed you Y/N, I can’t wait to marry my best friend so I never have to be without you,” His face split into a grin, kissing my forehead softly.
“This is getting too emotional, Hood,” I giggled. He nodded in agreement before launching into telling me about the hunting dogs a breeder had sent him. Ripples fluttered across the water’s surface, my feet grazing the placid pool gently as we talked to each other about anything and everything.
“Shit babe, we need to get back, the gala starts soon and we have to get ready,” He panicked, lifting me from my comfortable position nestled beside him back towards the horses. We sped back through the trees, just the pure energy between us filling me with joy. After several close calls, we managed to sneak inside without being noticed. I pressed my lips against his, smiling into it as I slipped inside my room, promising to see him soon. My maids stood waiting with anxious faces, practically drooling to hear about my adventure. I shook my head swiftly, causing them to groan dramatically before bursting into fits of laughter. Brushes ran swiftly through my hair, gently retying the ribbon I kept tied in it. Elaborate hairstyles had always seemed to much of a hassle, plus Calum hated not being able to run his fingers through my locks. Once my hair was acceptable, I turned happily to the bed where my gown was spread. Ripples of rich blue fabric trimmed in pearls lay gleaming in the soft light of the chamber. It was the perfect balance of exquisite and simple, something I prided myself on. Cal and I would often tease those who wore what looked like an entire treasure chest upon their dresses. Lacing in the back tightened it around me, fitting me like a glove. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I twirled in front of the reflective metal sheet mounted on the wall. All my gowns were divinely comfortable, allowing me full flexibility as I sat on the stone tiled floor playing cards with my maids while discussing my hopes for the night.
“I mean, all the time I spend with the prince is wonderful,” I spoke while arranging my cards, earning a soft coo from the girls around me,” Tonight won’t be much different, but I love that. He’s my home and the comfort he brings me is boundless,”
A sudden knock caused everyone to scramble, hands fixing my dress and sweeping back my hair before finally opening the heavy door. My glowing fiancee and best friend stood dressed in his official royal suit, making my knees grow weak as the medals hanging from his chest glittered like his eyes in the lights.
“You look amazing Princess. I couldn’t imagine any person being more beautiful,”He said, his eyes wide as I linked my arm through his. Pairs of people, everyone from diplomats to other royals to knights, stood together with their partner at the top of the grand staircase leading into the ballroom. They all buzzed around into the space, leaving me and Cal at the top together.
“Ladies and gentleman, now that you’ve all entered and greeted the King and Queen, we must introduce the next rulers of Merene, Prince Calum and his beloved Princess Y/N!” The voice boomed from the room as Calum and I descended the staircase together, greeted by thundering applause. My face was covered with a huge smile as we swept through the people towards the dance floor. His hand wrapped around mine as his other gripped tightly at my waist, signalling the music to begin. All the others began swirling around us while we turned and stepped as we had since we were children. No body else fit together better than Cal and I and I loved it. Flecks of amber in his eyes captured my mind as we danced until the music slowed to a stop. I sat beside him at a table to breathe while the others continued. Our conversation turned to the lack of things to eat before the music died down again and Calum stood up in the middle of the room, the crowd hushing as he began to speak.
“As you all know, my best friend in the whole world is here tonight. Just like every other night that I’ve ever asked her to join me. She looks gorgeous, doesn’t she?” He asked, met with a round of applause as my face flushed with pink, “Princess Y/N is quite possibly the most beautiful person I know. Her heart is so full, she loves nothing more than being the reason someone is smiling or laughing. I’ve seen her drop whatever in order to comfort one of her maids or at times me. And inside that heart I know lives the same connection I feel. The feeling of total excitement to see each other after weeks of being apart or the way we get lost in conversations. My angel, I know how deep our love is, but I’ve always felt as if we were cheated out of a certain moment. I’ve always wanted to marry you from the moment you ran into the throne room as a child with your diadem slipping into your eyes. So today, I’d like to give you something I’ve been holding onto for a while,” He spoke as he lowered onto one knee, locking his eyes with mine, “Princess, this is for being the light of my life. I can’t wait to marry you,” The ring slipped onto my finger perfectly as Calum’s lips met mine with the clamor from the ball guests fading out as I focused only on him. His forehead rested against me as I examined the ring. It was settled into a setting of platinum branches, nestling it beautifully against my skin. Cal wrapped his arms around my waist, twirling me through the air causing the music to start again and the bottom of my gown to fan out into a wave of blue beneath the ballroom lights. Strings intermingled with the piano while Calum and I wove between the crowd of people, spinning and twirling between fits of laughter. Together we stood in front of the grand windows sipping a cocktail we probably shouldn’t have but no one could say no to the prince’s stunning charm. Lights twinkled beyond the glass, beyond the gardens, flickering like candles against the inky black sky.
“So babe, I was wondering if tomorrow you wanted-”
“Get away from the windows Y/N. Go!” He yelled suddenly grabbing my wrist and handing me off to a guard. I craned my neck to see out of the expanse of glass, seeing men on horses and foot charging through the gardens. Calum’s mother rushed to my side as we watched Calum and the king round up guards to help lead the guests to safety. One man dressed in a suit of all black stepped out of the commotion. I spotted a trigger in his hand, my lungs quickly deflating and my heart almost stopping. My lips formed my fiancee’s name but everything slowed down at once. Pieces of the palace rained down as the explosion tore through the room, the only thought running in my mind was of my prince and his family. Blackness flooded my eyes, pouring in like the blood of those around me. My next memory was of the silence. I pulled myself from the floor, my breath catching in my throat as I saw the carnage around me. Calum’s yells filled the the air when he spotted me across the room, sprinting into my arms as we both collapsed onto the floor.
“They’re dead Y/N. Both of them are gone. I think the rebels took anybody who lived as hostages. They thought we were dead as well. I’m so glad you’re okay darling but…” His voice trailed off as he buried his head into my neck now wet with tears.
“My love, I am so sorry. Your parents were wonderful rulers and even better people. You and I can get through this,” I whimpered into his ear both of us completely wrecked by the events. We sat together in the ballroom bawling softly for what felt like ages. Our cries faded to a shocked silence, drinking in the presence of each other when the massive doors to the ballroom opened and royal guards flooded in. One look across the room conveyed the extent of the attack wordlessly. A single guard hurried towards us, a band wrapped around her bicep identifying her as a medic. She ran her fingers across our bodies, placing cotton soaked in alcohol on each wound.
Shaking her head as she stood she spoke,” It’s a miracle you’re both intact,” before moving on to search the room for other survivors out of pure habit, despite the odds being slim. Another guard approached us, Calum and I now sitting criss-cross beside each other with his thumb grazing over the back of my hand soothingly.
“Your Highness, I regret to inform you of the passing of King David and Queen Joy. A rider has been sent to inform your sister and your brother-in-law. That leaves the business of Merene my Prince,” A quiet spread through the room as the guard spoke his next words, “By law, tomorrow you will be pronounced King Calum Hood of Merene before wedding your bride Princess Y/N,” He announced, the man’s voice echoing through the wreckage. I held onto Calum tighter, both comforted and terrified that tomorrow evening I would be married to the King.
Hey guys! It’s Laci here, and I am coming to you with a Lucaya spin the bottle one-shot! I apologize if it seems a bit rushed or not well-written. But still enjoy and tell me what you think in the tags! :)
“This is completely stupid. We’re sophomores now, we shouldn’t be playing childish games like ‘Spin the Bottle’,” Lucas argued to the people in the room. Sitting beside him was his best friend, Farkle, and on the other side of him, was his other best friend, Zay. Beside Farkle was Lucas’s ex-girlfriend Riley, then there were 5 of the groups other friends, Smackle, Brandon, Jake, Taylor, Mason, and Trey. But, in the middle of Brandon and Jake, sitting right across from Lucas, was Maya Penelope Hart. She was wearing one of her classic Beatles shirts with those necklaces she wears, and she had her hair in it’s usual loose curls that framed her face. Those curls made Lucas go crazy. Maya didn’t quite know about Lucas’s crush on her that has been slowly growing ever since that time she jumped on his back in seventh grade. Their friendly banter had progressed into an ever growing friendship, and their ever growing friendship had progressed into an overwhelming, pulse-rising attraction simply known as a crush. Or at least on Lucas’s part it had developed into that.
He knew Maya wouldn’t understand why he had a crush on her of all people. She wouldn’t understand how his heart jumped when she leaped onto his back. She wouldn’t understand how confused he was. She wouldn’t understand how awkward it was on his date with Riley because deep down he knew that he had feelings for Maya. She wouldn’t understand how he was more interested in her well-being than his kiss with Riley. She wouldn’t understand how much it mattered to him that she hadn’t judged him when he told the group his secret. She wouldn’t understand how comforting knowing he was still Huckleberry to her. She wouldn’t understand how pleasing it was to hear Maya call him Lucas for the first time in a normal, natural way. She wouldn’t understand how glad he was to become a real friend to her, not just her bantering buddy. She wouldn’t understand how it felt to have a bizarre attraction to the girl who refers to him as Ranger Rick, Huckleberry, Ranger Roy, and now Luke.
Of course they still had their usual banter. They would have it no matter what. It was just them.
“Come on, Luke,” Maya wriggled her eyebrows, “Or should I say Huckleberry?”
And that was all it took, “Okay. Fine. Whatever.”
Maya’s smile grew wide and she grabbed an empty bottle of rootbeer, “Who wants to go first?”
“How about your home dog?” Zay grabbed the bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle. He quickly spun it and it swirled around to Riley.
Riley’s eyes widened, “Oh my gosh, Maya! It’s my first Spin the Bottle kiss! This is exciting!”
“Why yes it is, Riles,” Maya laughed.
Zay leaned over towards Riley and they kissed. It was quick but just enough for Riley’s heart to go 1000 miles per minute. Riley grabbed the bottle and spun it. This time, it landed on Farkle.
“Oh, look! We have a love triangle on our hands,” Maya joked as Riley and Farkle quickly kissed. Farkle spun the bottle, as it was his turn, using all of his force. The bottle swirled around, hitting people’s feet or knees, until it finally pointed to Maya.
“Oh, look! The triangle has became a square!” Lucas laughed.
Maya gave him an annoyed look, “Shut it, Huckleberry.” Maya, who looked as if she was in pain the whole time, pecked Farkle on the lips, then grabbed the bottle and placed it back into the middle of the circle. She twisted the bottle and then twisted it back, causing it to cruise around the circle 40 miles per hour. That’s when it stopped.
That’s when it stopped on him.
Lucas gulped, “Maybe we should play something else.”
But Maya stood up and made her way over to where Lucas was sitting. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up, “Sorry, Ranger Rick, but I do not plan on being called a chicken for the rest of my life.”
Lucas shifted uncomfortably, “Right.”
“So, lets do this,” Maya swallowed. He could feel the heat rising on his cheeks and his heart going bizarre as Maya stood in front of him, slowly tilting her head and leaning in. And so he did the same, slowing shutting his eyes.
And that’s when their lips met. Maya’s lips were just as soft as he had imagined. Perhaps even softer. Their lips began working in sync as Maya put her arms around Lucas’s neck and his hands found their way to her hips. Even though they had only been kissing for about 20 seconds, it had felt like an eternity.
That’s when Brandon spoke up, “You know you only have to kiss each other. You don’t have to makeout.”
Maya suddenly pulled away and her eyes widened as she had a sudden realization, she had just madeout with Lucas Friar. And she actually enjoyed it. “You know, maybe we should play something else,” she bit her lip, “who’s up for Monopoly?”
“Heart charka; Deals with love and is blocked by grief. Lay all of your grief out in front of you. If you have lost someone close, you must realize love is a form of energy, and it swirls all around us. The love is still in your heart, and can be reborn in the shape of new love.”
For my parents, I will always love you and I’ll miss you. I know your love is in my heart forever and reborn in new love. ❤️
Royalty Collective Burlingame, CA
Artist: Jerome Noveras
A gust of wind suddenly sweeps around me, dancing by my feet. I watch as they make, what I used to call baby tornadoes, swirl around with all the debris and leaves. I wonder ‘is this where all the air from when you have your breath taken away goes?’
I suddenly get goosebumps and I wonder if it’s the wind, but I know it isn’t. Light streams in from the door behind me as it opens. I hear the clacking of his shoes as he slowly walks towards me. I know it’s him, yet I can’t turn back. My grip tightens around the railing of the rooftop as I gaze down to the city below.
“What do you see?” His voice suddenly slices through the silence. It’s eerie and chilling.
I bite down on my lip, “Life. The future. A past….a past.” I close my eyes and inhale slowly, holding my breath.
I feel his gaze on me. On my face. My eyes. My nose. My mouth. “I see…you don’t want to know what I see.” He pauses and looks into the distance, “Or maybe you do. But, I’m telling you right now.” He takes a few more of those daunting footsteps towards me, till his bodies pressed up into the side of mine and his mouth is near my ear, “You don’t.” He whispers so softly.
I finally let go of my breath and look towards him. I know I have…I have that look. The saucer eyes. The pouty lips. The feeling of desperation, and I hate it. “Maybe…hmmm,” I hum. “Maybe, I already know. Maybe, I like it. Maybe,” I whisper this so softly, and lock eyes with him, “…we’re both fucked, together.” I smile.
And he laughs. Oh that glorious laugh. It was mad, we were mad. He drove me insane, I drove him insane. In a way it was poetic. I couldn’t live without him, I don’t know how I did before I met him. And though he hates to admit it, I know he couldn’t live without me.
Our laughs echo off of the buildings and busy streets and he puts one hand on my waist, the other gripping my wrists forcefully…tight. He gazes into me, boring holes into me. And he leans in slowly, so slowly. He stop just as our lips are a hair apart, grazing each other. He pauses and breathes me in, and then I make the first connection. He kisses me with so much passion, force, electricity flowing.
I melt into him, just touching him is plain euphoria. I wrap my arms around him, and I see god.
He’s all over me his hands, his lips, every inch of me he owns. I know what he’s feeling right now. It’s not lust or love it’s indescribable. It’s the feeling of wanting to be intertwined with someone and never wanting to be pulled apart.
He’s mad because he knows it always happens. He’ll get a phone call for some job or he’ll just burst because he’s so hurt. I know he hates it with all his heart. How much he loves me. How much he wants me. He has no control over himself around me and I bask in the fact that I have this power over the most powerful man in the world.
I look up to the stars and the moonlight as he kisses all over my body, his hands all around me. And I laugh. It’s a mere giggle at first but it grows and festers until I’m screaming laughing.
Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power.
Okay, I hope that kinda doesn’t suck. Just to clarify, I understand that the Joker and Harley Quinn’s relationship is abusive and it isn’t 'goals’. This story however is the reader and the Joker and more of an alternate universe, I guess you could say. I kinda explained that he loves you and he hates it because he hates that feeling of submission, but regardless he still loves you. NOT ABUSIVE IN THIS STORY. So yeah. I just posted this on a random account because I’m not sure if I want a full account dedicated to Suicide Squad or not. Anyways I apologize for any typos, and enjoy!
I just wanted to share this awesome Halloween prop because I’m pretty proud of it. Dragon egg shells! Perfect for potions or brews! (no, not really)
My son and I are both sick, so we spent the day making Halloween bottles. This is my favourite, while his is a bottle of sparkly vampire blood that he can swirl around.
All I did was use clean, regular crushed egg shells and dye them with green food colouring and vinegar. Once they dried out I shook them up with some green and antique gold Pearl-ex powders and presto! Emerald Forest Dragon egg shells!
I highly doubt I’ll be putting this away after Halloween…..