the last thing are now gloves!

A thought I’ve had this morning...

I’m seeing people drawing and talking about how Yuri and Otabek practiced “the glove thing”. And that’s very funny, really it is, and I like it, but let’s remember…

In the manga, we can see how Yuri was pissed off about Yuuri skating his exhibition with Viktor, and Yuri asks Otabek to take part in his exhibition in that right moment, just before his own exhibition, right? 

Initially, Otabek wasn’t going to take part in all of this, and he can’t pair skate with Yuri. He just helped Yuri the night before to practice his program with the new song. Well, my headcanon now is what all “the glove thing” was TOTALLY IMPROVISED.

Maybe Yuri told Otabek in the last minute: “Stay at the edge of the icerink, then, when I bring you my hands, you take off my gloves, in the most spectacular way that comes to your mind, and at the end, make the pew pew thing with your finger, k?”. And Otabek thought: “Hmm, spectacular way… oh my god, I can only think taking off his glove with my teeth…”

If my headcanon is true and they didn’t practice “the glove thing” before, OH MY LORD, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!

((PS: sorry if something is weird explained, I’ll be apologizing for my awful english forever))

God, aksjgasg, Ao3 is a bitch ok xD

HERE IT IS!!!!! God, it feels so good to be posting this! @aniscribbles and I have been so hyped about this you have no idea, like apsfjgafh…. Anyways, it’s here, in its glory, our love child: The Rift. 

This is a Dragon Age Inquisition AU, and it’s tagged as both fandoms, but the characters, for the most part, will be Voltron. Some of the original DA:I characters may make cameos, but we will get there when we get there. ;D

Summary: After the Conclave blew up in everyone’s face, the whole world went to shit. Lance didn’t know what to make of it, but there was no way he would join the Inquisition to become their tool. Sure, he could close the rifts now, by some miracle - accident in his humble opinion - and he was doing his best to close them on his own. Trouble was, they were getting worse as time went on. After being tossed by a shade, he was seriously reconsidering doing this by himself. Needless to say, he got lucky that a cute Seeker came to his rescue after getting caught in a dragon’s nest; the only problem was that cute Seeker was trying his damnedest to recruit him into the Inquisition.

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Chapters: [1]

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Lance clapped the dirt off his hands as he straightened up. He was almost done collecting all of the elfroot he would need to replenish his potion stores. After taking on the last rift, he had depleted most of it. Those demons were the nastiest things he has ever had to deal with in a long time, ever since getting the Mark. That had been a painful experience.

He crept along the cliff face, keeping an eye out for more elfroot. If he was lucky he would stumble upon sprouts of royal elfroot. That specific plant was a more potent species, and the potions he could create from it made his life a lot easier when he was dealing with a nasty rift. Like the one the other day. Lance was still pretty sore from being tossed around by a shade. At least he knew what healing magic he could glean from his mother’s grimoire before the sky opened and he was left alone. That had been about five years ago. There had been a call for all mages of any representation, whether it be a circle mage or an apostate like himself and his mother to attend a meeting with the chantry.

And boy, that went really well.

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I know what my future will be. I’ll get work - quiet, single bloke at party, some swish loft apartment, music. I’ll be just right for the man who can’t quite get into the swing of things. Some young blonde lad’ll come over and start on me, “Oh, smile - it might never happen.” And that’ll be my cue to wag my finger, to lecture, tell them what went on, what WE went through. They’ll all listen, but it’ll be uncomfortable. They’ll all kind of exchange glances, let me say my piece, and then I’ll probably storm off. The blonde lad’ll say something funny to lighten the mood.
[…] If finger-wagging really is all I have to look forward to, then I’ll have a lot to work with. Have you heard? The Department of Health’s pulled its finger out - they’re going to print some information about AIDS in the papers - only Thatcher said no. They should just stick some posters up on lavatory walls, and leave it at that, because normal people can’t catch it, you see. And no-one wants to read about arse-fucking in The Sun, do they? The Sun: “When you mess with nature you’ve got it coming to you, mate.” The Sun: And we’ve got Private Eye telling us gay stands for “Got AIDS Yet?” That’s a good one, isn’t it? The Met police raided the Vauxhall Tavern last week. The coppers were wearing rubber gloves to protect them from the gay plague. Stuff like that is happening to us. While hundreds of people die, our friends and our lovers, stuff like that is fucking commonplace. It feels like the world’s gone cold and mad. And I’ll bet you, years from now, if you want to get anywhere near this stuff on stage, you’ll have to do it tangentially, use some clever trick to keep things light, because, hey, being gay in the ‘80s was more than just AIDS, wasn’t it?
Was that anger enough?

Just a game pt. 2

When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. But now her mind and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…

…Now that she knows what her dare is, the reader makes her way to the easiest entrance to the sewers the following morning with bitterness in her stride. She doesn’t even believe there would be a clown in the sewers. It was completely ridiculous. Wasn’t it?

Hey everyone and welcome to part two of this story! I wanna say thank you so much for the support I’ve gotten starting out, it really means a lot to me ❤. I hope people like this story and I hope that this chapter will be longer haha I just got fed up of restarting the first part.

Again, if you aren’t a fan of this sort of this content then please scroll away, it’s not worth hating on. I’m trying to keep out the main It movie tags.

“Stupid fuckin dare. There’s no fuckin clown in the sewers, surely.” You muttered in your head as you walked across the kissing bridge to a worn down area of the sides of the road where many other children had run up and down over the years to reach the brook below. You weren’t alone, all your friends were following on behind you, your best friend the most smug. She was so proud of her dare that she reminded you when she woke you up ever so early that morning. You were just about ready to have this over with so you could move on with your life.

The small trek down to the brook was easy but now you headed up stream for that was where the mouth of the sewer system was. You exhaled as you saw the opening in the near distance. There were several rocks of various sizes scattered around in the shallow water, some big enough to even sit on. Greenery hung over the entrance like a small curtain that had been torn in several places. You stopped when you were close enough to smell the putrid air from within.

“Alright, I’m here. You’re all coming with me, right?” You asked as you turned to the group. Your best friend smirked.

“I’ll come with you to see if you actually do it.” She said. You frowned slightly but turned your attention to the others.

“Anyone else?” You asked shortly. In the end, four of you entered the sewers whilst the rest were to be on watch and to come if there was trouble.

The water inside the sewers was a murky grey colour with old leaves and branches amongst various other strange things that you didn’t want to know about floated on or poked out from the surface. Your eyes had begun to water from the intensity of the smell so you grabbed your phone out of your pocket and switched on the flashlight. Now you could see the true horror of the tunnels. The walls were moist and grimy but the grey water wasn’t so deep surprisingly. As you walked round a bend, noting on the sound of the splashing of water of your friends behind you, you paused at the sight of a crossroad. You sighed.

“Where do you think we should turn?”

(Bf/n) shrugged.

“I don’t know, try calling for the clown or something.”

Your brow furrowed in slight irritation because she was the reason you were down there in a stinking sewer at a crossroad. But there was no other choice except being lost down there so you cleared your throat and huffed.

“What’s his name?” You asked

“Pennywise I think. Pennywise the dancing clown.” You heard. With a slight nod you stepped forward, closer to the different links.

“Pennywise, oh Pennywise the dancing clown!” You chimed feeling slightly stupid. There was a snicker behind you when there wasn’t a response. You turned to your friends angrily.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re the reason I’m here!” You growled. They seemed to pause their laughter and it was replaced with silent horror. You shined the light at them. “What’s wrong?” You asked. (Bf/n)’s mouth fell open.

“B-b-” She stuttered. And then you could sense someone stood behind you. You slowly slosh the water as you turn and your eyes stared frightfully as they settled upon a single red balloon slowly floating towards you all.

It was exactly the same as the one from the day before; the same shade of red, even in the dim light. You step backwards, slightly bumping into one of the others behind you.

“S-so someone lost the balloon down here, huh?” You tried to make light of the situation but the others said nothing. The balloon was very close now, blocking your view of the tunnel behind it. And then it suddenly stopped abruptly directly in front of you. You dared breathe and it wasn’t because of the air this time. You could see your reflection on the surface of the red latex but then it was gone with an obscenely loud pop which caused one of the others behind you cry out in surprise. But the popped balloon was the least of your problems because now stood in the tunnel exactly opposite you was a looming figure with hunched shoulders standing and most likely staring. Even though you had never known anything of the clown, you knew instantly that this was the well talked about clown Pennywise. You drew in a shaky breath.

“Are you P-Pennywise?” You already knew the answer. However, he didn’t answer you right away. Instead, a chilling over excited giggle came from his direction and then he was dashing forward, an animalistic screech coming from his lips. The water sloshed violently both in front of you from where he was coming from and behind you where you guessed your friends were retreating judging from their screams of utter terror. But you stayed still and your scrunched shut. You felt a gloved hand grasp your neck tightly and you were suddenly airborne, startling you. Immediately, you clawed at the clown’s hand and heaved in a feeble attempt to get him to let you go. You were able to see his face now and oh how you wished you had said truth last night. The first thing you noticed was a large forehead that was white like the rest of the face except the paint was cracking. And then were the red lines that slashed through the centre of his eyes and looped round to connect with the corners of his full, red painted lips. To finish off the face makeup was a painted red button nose which otherwise would have been adorable if it hadn’t had been for the way his eyes were cast in a shadow under an exaggerated frowning brow. But those eyes…something about them wasn’t right. Something about the way one was always looking the wrong way and the fact that they were an alarming amber tinged with red. You barely noted on the flaming orange hair that curled upwards on the sides of his head and a curl at the top, you could only stare at his face. You tried not to panic though despite your situation.

“A-are you P-Pennywise?” You tried again through struggling breathes. His full lips pulled upwards into a grin, exposing two large and slightly pointed bucked teeth.

“Yeeesss. How may I help you seeing as your friends just bailed on you?” His voice is so strange, pitching in odd places as well as being deep and rough. You continue to struggle slightly and curse under your breath.

“I-I was dared to do something that involved y-you and I don’t wanna back out.” You choke out. This amused the clown very much so as he let out a giggle.

“Well! What would this include, hm?” He asked, his face drawing near to yours. You close your eyes for a split second and exhale. There was no going back now.


Your hands stop gripping onto his that was choking you and instead you took fistfulls of his ruffled collar and pull him forward, your eyes scrunched shut. Pennywise let’s out a grunt of confusion but it was cut off when your lips press against his painted ones. It lasted only for a moment because the clown all but shoved you away sending you tumbling into the murky water below with a loud splash. You gasp and stare up at the tall figure. He was snarling and you noticed saliva was dripping down his chin. He hissed and then he was rushing away down the narrow passageways until you could see nothing more of the silver suit he wore. You took this as an opportunity to get to your feet quickly and all but sprint back to the entrance. At this point you were cold and wet and smelly and all you wanted in the world was a hot shower and the bed in the motel you were staying in. You didn’t pause as you rushed past your friends, even when they called out to you. This had gone too far for you.


It was a few hours and at least five showers later, you were snuggled on the motel room bed on your laptop for you had no phone at that point. Somewhere along the panic you had dropped your phone into the sewage water and you knew there was no hope in getting it back now.

You were so pissed off. Pissed off that you had gone along with the dare, pissed off that your friends had left you behind with a crazy clown, pissed off that your phone was missing and probably destroyed and pissed off that one set of clothes and shoes was now un-wearable and in the dumpster. You had music playing in an attempt to calm your mood and for a while it had begun to work but the knock on the motel door instantly turned the mood sour. With a huff, you pushed off the bed and stomped to the door and pulled it open, stopping it with security chain. Outside were your supposed friends, people you really didn’t want to see at that moment. You scowled.

“What?” You snapped. Your supposed best friend stepped forward.

“Hey, I’m sorry about all that happened in the sewer- I just wondered if you wanted to, you know, come out for a drink maybe? I’ll pay of course.” She suggested timidly. You scoffed.

“Oh sureee! I absolutely wanna go get a fucking drink with the one who dared me to do the most fucking dumb thing ever and then bail on me. You know what fucking happened, huh? I lost my fucking phone somewhere down there and my clothes were fucking ruined! But of course it doesn’t matter because I did the dare so I fucking win! But in answer to your question, no! No I don’t want to get a stupid fucking drink with any of you, I’m planning my trip home so kindly fuck off and good riddance!”

You were breathless after your rant and halfway through you’d noticed that (bf/n) had begun to cry, her eyes becoming puffy and pink around the edges as tears welled up in the corners. This didn’t phase you though for your blind rage had taken over. You didn’t even give anyone a chance to speak before you slammed the door shut and locked it. You closed the curtains roughly and stomped back to the bed, curling up into a ball within a nest of the bed sheets and pillows. And then you felt the tightness in your throat that burned a little and your nostrils flared. You wiped your nose aggressively as you felt your eyes begin to water.

“Stupid fuckin’ tears. Stupid friends. Stupid dare.” You muttered under your breath. You were a mess. The crying session lasted for at least an hour before you collapsed back, exhausted with a throbbing headache. You realised at some point that perhaps you had been irrational, cruel even and now you were feeling the after effects of your freak out. You were too tired to think logically at that point and so you decided that sleep would be the bed solution at that moment.

You sorted the pillows out and stumbled over to the light switch to turn it off, plunging the room into darkness. You hadn’t realised it was so late, a thought that made your head throb a little more. You settled down on the bed, the blankets wrapped around you and your head nestled in the pillows and your eyes closed. It wasn’t long before sleep took you and you were drifting.


Amber eyes, flaming hair. He was there, Pennywise. He was tall, 6"3 at least, and he towered over you, staring down. His red painted lips were open and drool was leaking out and collecting on his chin. He was grinning down at you.

“(Y/n)…. (y/n), wake up. Wake up little one.” He taunted in an eerily soft voice. You frowned and sat up in bed.

“How are you…” You couldn’t finish your sentence for he had pounced onto your chest, his body pinning you in place. You wanted to scream but you were frozen in fear. He smirked.

“Such fragrant fear…you smell delicious.” He groaned. His face was inches from yours and you watched in horror as his mouth opened and dislocated, hundreds of teeth being exposed to you. And then he was leaning forward, closer and closer. You could see lights in the back of his throat and hear the cries of hundreds of voices in pain. You just couldn’t scream…


You awoke abruptly, sitting up and chest heaving. Your body was covered in a layer of sweat as you guessed you had been tossing and turning throughout the nightmare. Nightmare. It was just a nightmare. There was no clown, you weren’t going to die. He wasn’t in the room with you. Your breathing slowed after a while and you were able to relax, laying back against the pillows with an exhale. It was a surreal feeling after a nightmare when you realised you were safe. An adrenaline rush. You smiled and chuckled breathlessly to yourself as you listened to the low hum of the overhead fan in the room. Then there was a creak. Your breathing paused and your body felt numb with fear. You dared make any sound. And then you heard him.

“(Y/n)…” He chimed. You feel panic settle in your whole body. He was there.

Wow it’s done. Much longer than the first part I think. This was a lot of fun to write, I love this story haha. I hope I wrote Pennywise realistically enough. Thanks for reading!

ninabee27  asked:

You draw really good! How do you draw bendy?

Awh! Thank you so much! :’D

Here’s the process I usually take for drawing Bendy; it usually varies and can change depending on what kind of pose I’ll be drawing him in, or what have you. So I highly encourage you to find the way that works for you when drawing the darling devil!

1. I start with a circle within another circle, just like this. The first circle lets me shape out where his face will be, and the second for his horns.

2. I add the horns and the face details. His horns are a flat-ish circle at the center of his head (and appear in about the same place, even if his head is turned). His Face is a very rounded heart, and the top of the “heart” will change depending on his expressions–like eyebrows!

3. Add his face and clean up the extra lines! His smile is always very rounded (no sharp or pointed edges), and I usually only draw five lines for his teeth. It’s easier and looks neater to me. (plus it’s symmetrical haha) The pie-cuts on his eyes are always on his right. (our left)

4. Bean

5. You can’t make a body on beans alone–so I shape out his arms, legs, tail and bowtie. Tubes for his arms and legs, with triangles or teardrop-shapes to start out his shoes and hands. His tail is optional honestly; I just like drawing it because I think it’s cute! He has a spaded tail, though I’ve seen people draw it in different ways. Thinner, maybe with just a triangle at the end… Up to you! The Bowtie is a circle with two droopy triangles at its sides, about where the arms start. I usually use the bowtie to cover up the top of his body.

6. I add the rest of the details and define him a bit more! Most things I make on Bendy are very round, his hands especially. Remember, being a cartoon he only has four fingers! I usually draw him with three lines on the back of his gloves, though the official art has been depicting them with only two little circles. It’s up to you!

7. And last but not least, I clean up my sketch and add any final details I need. Mostly that’s just the crease on his bowtie and the shine on his shoes. If I need anything else, I’ll add it now! I also shade in his body to make him look a bit nicer. 

And that’s about it! A while back I made a post about making expressions, focused mostly on Bendy. You can see that here! I also talk a bit about making comics there, though that’s not entirely relevant. At any rate, I hope that helps!

Preference 05: Nightmares

Bran Stark:

Originally posted by entertainmentweekly

Originally posted by vanityfair

“Bran…” You tried to shake him, whispering in his ear, “Bran my love you need to come back to me now.”

They are coming… Closer and closer.

Tears fell from your eyes as you stared out at him, then looked to your lover who lied on the snow.

You prayed quickly to the old gods before returning to the aid of your lover.

“Please Bran” you sobbed. “Please! Wake up please Bran!”

The icy hand was already on Bran’s cheek, stroking it gently and cautiously as the skin of your love turned to ice. You could feel yourself whine and leaned against the Weirwood tree, attempting to close your eyes when a gloved hand turned your face and made you watch.

It started with the left side of his body, all of it being completely coated in the strange blueish white. Then it covered his pink lips with ice, his hair turning white and crystalizing. But his eyes stayed white.

You whined and grabbed your knees, leaning into them and sobbing, no longer caring about life. That was when, again, the gloved figure turned your face foreward and after a lot of fighting succeeded in making your face completely turned were Bran once was.

Now only a pair of standing legs were in your sight.

The pair of legs kneeled beside you reveling Bran’s new form and you stared in shock seeing his legs working at last. Tears filled your eyes as the thing possessing Bran’s body moved closer to you.

It grabbed your hand and you gasped at the cold, closing your eyes and waiting for the inevitable chill to spread from your hand through your body but you felt nothing.

You weren’t changing.

The Walking picked you up as you fainted into his arms and carried you off with him, standing and walking towards the army of men.

The boy had woken up to your wailing and pushed himself from his cart, slowing crawling towards your shaking, thrashing and whimpering body and placed his hand over your mouth, causing you to open your eyes and let out a scream.

Your breath shook and you trembled until he pushed himself so you were looking into his eyes.

  “B-Bran I’m so-so-sorry.” She whimpered, “You got turned into a-a-a walker and I-I-I couldn’t-”

“It’s alright, my love. It is all alright now. It was only a dream.”

“I tried to join you but I couldn’t change… I just wanted to join you. I can’t-”

He shhhed you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you turned to look in his eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and pecked your nose, humming gently while rubbing the small of your back until eventually you both drifted into dreamless sleep.

Jorah Mormont:

Originally posted by mentalandtwisted

Originally posted by mountainkinq

“No!” He ran to you but it was too late.

The knife was sticking out of your stomach.

He did not hesitate for a moment to go and stab the man. Then fell to his knees to by besides you as he held onto you for dear life.

“Take.. Take it out… Take it out please.” You spoke weakly, coughing up blood as you spoke.

“It is gonna hurt, my only.” He spoke but you nodded. Looking up at the sky and blinking.

He pulled it out and you jerked foreward, coughing blood up as a result from the impact and Jorah shhhed you, kissing your forehead and toying with your hair as he tried not to cry.

“I am sorry my love.” You sighed, meeting his eyes, “You let me fight and I promised I would not get hurt.”

He felt himself sob a little as these words left your mouth. “You fought well, my only. The Queen will be proud.”

You coughed a little, choking on your own blood as it rose and dripped from your mouth. “Did we win?”

“Yes.” He sighed and cried softly as you blinked and closed your eyes, “Khaleesi is on the throne at last.”

And he was alone again.

You felt the tussling from the other side of the bed and it woke you up.

At first, you were confused and left your room to get a candle and light it, only to find Jorah panting with seat dripping down his head, looking as though he was going to cry.

 You set the candle down and ran to him, taking his hand in your own.

 "My love, what happened?“

“It is nothing.” He spoke numbly, not looking down to acknowledge her, “Go back to bed.”

“Nightmare? What about?”

  “You need your rest.” He sighed, looking down at you with cold, sad eyes, “Please.”

“Alright.” You agreed, kissing his forehead and blowing out the candle and lying back beside him, but this time as he turned his back you, you grabbed his shoulder and leaned your head on top of his.

  You were almost out when he turned you so you were hugging him and he confessed.

“You died.” He spoke coldly, his voice trembling slightly, “You died all because I couldn’t save you.” He kissed the top of your head and toyed with your hair, as it was one of few things that calm him down.

  You smiled slightly and looked at him, placing your lips to his cheek. “I am not leaving you my love. Not anytime soon, at least.” This soothed him, as he pushed you into his chest allowing you to speak sweet promises of not dying and of love into his ear until he fell fast asleep.

Jojen Reed:

Originally posted by myfavoritecolourblack

Originally posted by hinaasakawa

“BRAN!” You hollered, “MEERA! JOJEN!”

Running, you screamed, cried, and pleaded to find your three friends all while panting and also avoiding getting caught by Bolten men.

They left you, you thought to yourself, How foolish you are to think they truly cared.

He loves me. You tried to remind yourself but still nagging the thought would not leave you alone.

He left you. Just like your brother and father did.

Tears fell from your eyes as you were lost, cold, afraid but mostly in the one thing you feared most.

You were trapped in solitude.

He felt the tears falling onto his arm and that’s what woke him up. You were not tossing or turning, but merely crying, your lip quivering slightly. Placing a deep kiss on your neck, he heard you groan and moved away so he could see your eyes, which were still watering.

  “What was it about?” He asked, lacing his fingers in yours, though you didn’t even respond and merely tuned away, pretending to be asleep again, “I know you are not asleep Y/N. Tell me.”

“What if don’t want to?” You spat, a little too coldly than you meant, but you didn’t regret that. 

Jojen smirked, snaking his hands very slowly around your waist, “Then I will pick inside your head until I find out.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Damn I wish I never would have told you that.” He chuckled, waiting for you to echo but when you didn’t, he whined and groaned of anger, “Just tell me Y/N.”

“Fine.” You sat up and looked at him, biting your lip between sentences to stop the tears. “Everyone leaves me. My dad. My brother. My mother. Even my damn bastard brother.”

“I won’t ever-”

“But you did!” You confessed, allowing two single tears to fall down your face,“You left in me in the cold right here.” He didn’t hesitate to kiss you, hardly, rough, ignoring the tears falling from your face and not stopping until you stopped crying.

  “I’m not leaving you. I swear it.”

You smiled at his words and kissed him gently, stopping when you heard a voice holler, “That’s great and all but will you two shut up? Seven hells! Some of us actually want to sleep.”

Jon Snow:

Originally posted by blindedbyparadise

Tears fell down your eyes uncontrollably as men dragged you from his body, hands covering your mouth.

One by one they all took turns to stab him and the men who held you shhhed you.

There he lied and fell at last, looking to the sky as his blood dyed the snow a deep crimson.

And there was nothing you could do.

The man you loved was dying and it was all your fault

You sat up panting, unable to contain your sobs as you clutched your head. Jon shuffled and quickly took you into your arms, knowing what you saw as it wasn’t a nightmare. It was a memory.

“It’s over, Y/N.” He spoke, massaging your back gently, “I am alive and I will not be leaving you ever again.”

“But you did.” You cried into his bare chest, clinging to his chest tightly. “You did and it was my fault.”

Murmuring no’s repeatedly he squeezed you tighter, “Don’t ever say that.. Not to me… Not to you… Not to anyone.  ” He kissed your forehead gently and wiped your tears as you cried yourself to sleep on his chest.

“I love you, my dearest Y/N.”

“And I you, Jon Snow.” You spoke half asleep.

Fret not my dearest Y/N… We have our second chance and we will not loose each other again. I swear it by the old gods and the new.


Robb Stark:

Originally posted by whoisace-blog

Originally posted by thedoctorsshockblanket

You sobbed as Catelyn’s head was flung from her body, Joffrey holding your bruised head and forcing you to watch and not be able to comfort the Stark children waiting for their heads to be put on pikes.

“Be careful, sweetest Y/N.” Joffrey smirked, “Wouldn’t want to ruin your face for your wedding tonight. Ramsay wouldn’t like that.”

“I will marry no man.” You spat, “No man you wish to marry me off to, at least.”

Joffrey’s hand collided with her face but she didn’t even flinch as it had happened so often within the few days she was there.

And then the head of his mother fell into the crowds and Y/N cried, tears filling her eyes and another blow hit her face.

“Robb?” You sat, up confused hearing his panting, leaning into his ear your whispered, “Robb, wake up.”

Panting, he obeyed and tears fell from his eyes, swear dripped from His forehead. He didn’t hesitate to grab you and pull you in as her began to sob into your night dress.

“We lost Y/N.” He whimpered, “They took off my head and out it by that of my father’s, following me were my mother, brothers, and lastly my sisters. They hung all my men and the Lords who helped me. They beat you to a pulp and married you off to some man who was a spy.”

You hugged him tightly and kissed his chest then his neck.

“You may loose.” You sighed against his skin, “But I will die before they harm you, or your family. I swear it by the old gods and the new.”

Smiling at this, he brought you closer to him and kissed your neck. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“You didn’t you smirked, peppering kisses all over his face, “I did.”

Tommen Baratheon:

Originally posted by lovenwarren

He had chose her.

Of course, you were not surprised.

You knew he could never really love you as you loved him. You knew it was a game.

But you did not expect it to be her.

Nor did you expect to be put in the Sept by orders of Tommen himself, holding you guilty for killing Joffrey. And naturally you had been found guilty.

As soon as you were taken in, you knew this would be your fate and this wasn’t what made you shake and whimper or cry.

It was the look on Tommen’s face when he saw the rope being strung over your neck and the width of Maragery Tyrell’s stomach.

You open your eyes and sobbed slightly, trying to keep the noise down as you didn’t want to wake Tommen on the other side of the bed. But you didn’t truly feel safe next to him at the moment.

You were shaking in fear and that is what woke him up.

“Y/N.” He moaned, still half asleep, “Y/N… Why are you shaking?” He questioned as he sat up against the headboard and you looked up at the celling in shock.”Y/N… You can’t ignore me.”

You sighed and turned to him, a single tear falling from your face. Tommen made a small noise of understanding and brought you into his arms. But you did not sob.

“You know I did not murder your brother, yes?”

He kissed your head, “Of course I do.”

“And no matter what any one said, you wouldn’t charge me? Even if your grandfather or mother asked? Even if Margaery Tyrell promised to be your mistress.”

His eyebrows raised slightly, “What brought this about?” You pulled away and turned as to not face him. “Y/N is this…”

“I don’t understand how you can look me in the eyes sometimes.” You began, your voice muffling softly from tears, “They call me whore, slut, back-stabber. Killer. Traitor. Did you know that Tommy? They hate me and it’s hard to think or understand how you do as well.”

“Y/N…” He sighed softly, reaching for your hand and wincing as you hid it from him. Instead, he moved his hands to cup and stroked your cheeks, “Y/N I love you. I do not care what they say or think. You are their Queen and my lovely wife.. You can’t let what they say to you effect you, or your knowledge of how much I love you, because I will love you until the day I die.”

“As will I.” She sighed, attempting to stop the tears as you placed your hand on his chest, “I’m sorry. You are all I have left. It’s too easy for me to loose myself in panic and insecurity. I hope you can forgive me.”

He smiled brightly, pulling you onto his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“There is nothing to forgive.”


Theon Greyjoy

Originally posted by cerseis-lannister

Originally posted by tot3ntanz

You cried out in pain, a was cloth being dabbed on your head as you sobbed.

“One more push! You are almost done Y/N!” A voice spoke, “You can do this.”

A relief came of your body and you rolled over, closing your eyes as you attempted to calm and relax your body.

“It’s a girl.” The males voice said numbly, “Take her away.”

That voice… It was not familiar and defiantly not welcome.

Nor were the hands around your neck.

“You little whore.” Ramsay spat as you gasped for breath, “You can’t do a damn thing right, can you?” You tried to apologize but only getting the I out and your husband groaned throwing you down harshly.

“I guess I will have to marry your sister after all… Or we can try again?”

Panting, you didn’t attempt to hide your sobs as you brought your knees to your face and you heard Theon entering the room, your daughter cradled in his arms. Seeing you panicked, he set the girl in her crib and slowly made his way to you.

“Bolton again?” He asked softly as you nodded, refusing to meet his eyes and he grabbed your arms, kissing from palm to shoulder on each until he reached your right shoulder and embraced you, then kissing your neck causing your head to spike up so that he could place a gentle, loving kiss on your lips. Only sighing when you pulled away to continue to sob. “He can’t touch you. He lost. You won. He’s dead.”

“Then why is he still here?” You sobbed into him and he hugged you tightly, Whispering sweet nothings in your ear and hugging you until your sobs stopped and you fell asleep in his arms but he was still awake.

I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.

Stick with Me

Based on @marmoraskeith‘s text post about Lance, Keith, strange flowers, and a rather ‘sticky’ situation. ;)

Note to self: when on a strange planet, do not touch any of the plants, no matter how cool they look.

Lance made the mental note as he and the rest of the team made their way back onto the ship. He was surprised he could even formulate a proper thought, considering the amount of commotion going on. Hunk was rambling worriedly to Coran, who was doing his best to comfort the yellow paladin. Allura was lecturing him on god knows what, hands flying angrily as she marched on ahead of them. Shiro was silent, which was terrifying, and Pidge hadn’t stopped laughing since the incident.

The incident that had left his and Keith’s hands glued together.

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Bottom Louis Rec

Here In The Afterglow : 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger. 

Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes : Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

Where Your Heart Is : Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process. 

Perfect Storm : What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart : Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door. 

Burn To Ash : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.

Bonnie & Clyde - pt 13

Originally posted by sugaglos

“It’s infected.” He said, causing you to groan in anger.

“Where the hell are we going to find something to treat this?” You whined, pointing at the swollen half-scar on your belly.

As you leaned against the car, you cursed at the world and the intense sun shining down, burning your skin.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll just find go to a bigger gas station, one closer to the city. They usually have a bigger selection of medication. You’ll be fine.” He said kissing your neck.

“Get off. I’m dirty and injured.” You said pushing him away, embarrassed.

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Bloomingtide, date? ?

awake! and they l eft me alone, it all is pain

skewered like

like a sausage on a spit, right through and then

up so high high I could see all their faces, little moons and thousand gleaming silent starry eyes

hurts like vodi void itself tearing apart inside my ribs

lived anyway, A has me on cocktail so sotrong ste st

keep falling asleep

fuck you Kirkwall fuck you won’t kill me no matter how har hard you try, can’t save anyone else but I refuse I will not die i swear it

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Tsukiyama doesn’t cry when Kaneki tells him he had sex with Touka. He doesn’t lash out either. For some reason he can’t understand, he feels nothing.

They had been staying in an upturned subway car that was slowly but surely turning into the central command center in the underground of the 24th Ward. At first it was their personal quarters, but then they began to pile all their papers there. Once Tsukiyama found two computers, it became easier to find two more, and soon all the ghouls that had analyst traits amongst them were welcomed in. They had to move to another place to sleep, not that they minded losing the previous one; having a set place for data analysis and briefing boosted morale.

Only a week had passed since the day the Oggai had destroyed :re.

They had been so busy making the underground livable to those ghouls that had never been so secluded, so busy creating that command center, so busy rounding up their numbers… That Tsukiyama only noticed the ring hanging from leather tie around Kaneki’s neck until the night they had settled down in a made up shed, roughly a kilometer away from the command center. Kaneki had been bending over the beaten-up suitcase that harbored the few belongings Tsukiyama was able to salvage from headquarters when the ring slipped out from within his sweater.  

The question was simple, “What is that, cher?”

The answer was simple, too, “Touka’s ring.”

Tsukiyama was boiling water over a small fire in the center of their shed, where the ceiling was open. He had procured some coffee a few days back, and although they could both only have half a cup, the taste was a small luxury. He had been stirring the water along some bits of dried liver that would give the coffee more flavor, when this exchange happens. Tsukiyama removes the pot from the fire, sets it aside.

“Touka’s?” Tsukiyama had never heard of it. “She.. gave it to you?”

Kaneki was sorting their belongings unto the desk they had salvaged from the trash heaps. It had two drawers, one small, one big. He had been folding their clothes into the latter. He didn’t look at Tsukiyama as he continued his task.


Tsukiyama suddenly felt like something was out of place. But he was patient; specially when it had to do with Kaneki. He mixed in a bit of the dark powder in the water and liver and put it over the fire again. It had yet to boil.

Kaneki put the only pair of gloves he had left and Tsukiyama’s last and only silk scarf into the top drawer. The suit case was empty now, save for three old books. Tsukiyama made another simple question:


Kaneki had been putting the three books in a neat pile over the desk when he flinches, almost imperceptibly. Almost. Tsukiyama was watching him; nothing Kaneki did was lost to his gaze. The purple haired ghoul feels his stomach drop. He doesn’t say a thing. Kaneki stands up, slowly. He made an aborted move towards Tsukiyama, winds up leaning against the desk with both hands, head bowed.

“Because she doesn’t want me to go off, by myself.”

These words were whispered, although they could have been yelled at him for all he understood them. Tsukiyama stood up from his place near the fire pit. Kaneki’s sigh stops him in his tracks.

“We had sex.”

Tsukiyama sits back down.

Kaneki turns to see him. Regrets it, instantly. The contents of the pot are boiling. Tsukiyama stirs it with a wooden ladle, head bowed, shoulders hunched. He hears Kaneki leaving the desk. For some reason, he doesn’t want him any closer.

“I…” he begins. He closes his mouth again. What was there to say? His mind was unusually blank. He doesn’t feel anything. Or maybe…

“Shu,” Kaneki whispers, “Please…”

Kaneki was begging. Kaneki never begs.

“You must forgive me.”

Then he feels it. In the bottom of his self.


“No..” He says, wetly, a knot in his throat. “I don’t.”

Tsukiyama puts the pot aside and stands up, eyes cast down. He doesn’t want to look at him. Every time he looks at Kaneki he is defenseless. He would forgive him everything. Leaving him behind, forgetting him, hurting him, killing his cousin, throwing him off a fucking building, having sex with someone else, keeping their fucking family heirloom around his neck. Tsukiyama would probably forgive him for killing him, if he ever needed to. Tsukiyama feels sick.

He leaves the hut and doesn’t return for a while.

I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 85 - Pizza and a slow f*ck it is then

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…


Chapter 85 - Pizza and a slow f*ck it is then

[Negan come to visit Blake out in the gardens and has a different kind of proposition for her..]

Dusk had just begun to settle over the Sanctuary lots, sending pink and gold streaks across the dimming sky above.

Blake, with her flannel shirt tied around her waist, removed her gloves, standing up straight and wiping the perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand.

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Snake Eyes | Mafia AU (10)

Pairing: reader x jimin | Mafia/Gang AU

Genre: angst x some occasional fluff

Summary: You were assigned to protect, watch over, and defend him. Falling in love with him was just an inevitable side effect.

Word Count: 5,040

A/N: Things are finally picking up. There’s about five more parts left & then this story is officially completed!

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“Rise and shine, sunshine!” You exclaimed as you pulled the curtains in Jimin’s room open, allowing the sunlight to glare through.

Jimin’s face scrunched up at the light hitting him and dug his head further into his pillow, pulling the covers over his head. You walked toward his bed and yanked the covers off and he groaned. “It’s Saturday.

“I didn’t ask what day it is today.” You mused as you crossed your arms against your chest.

“Saturdays are for sleeping in.” Jimin insisted.

“There is no such thing as sleeping in when you are wanted by a powerful gang.”

“That’s why you’re here.”

“True.” You nodded your head. “But still.”

After much more persuading, you managed to get Jimin to get up and walked him to the living room. You had moved the couch and his coffee table to make enough space for the two of you to move around. Jimin wasn’t too excited when you told him you’d be teaching him some defensive moves but you emphasized just how important it was.

You didn’t want him to be completely hopeless, especially since you planned on taking him along with you to meet up with him. You doubted he’d need it. It was a precautionary measure you had to take just in case.

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Originally posted by oflanternhill

Summary - .A newborn and their first day at home

Pairing - Pete Dunne X Female Reader + Daughter

WordCount - 1,503

Requested by - @littledeadrottinghood

Written by - Tacha

Key - Y/D/N - Your Daughter’s name. Y/D/M/N - Your Daughter’s middle name  Y/N - Your name

Warnings - Strong Language, angry Pete

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Y/D/N Y/D/M/N was born in three in the afternoon weighing a healthy seven point five pounds. As soon as Pete laid his eyes on his little girl he was dumbstruck. Pete was madly in love with his little girl, he couldn’t quite believe that she was real. Right here in front of him. How could he have taken part in creating someone so innocent and pure?  But now that she was here he was going to do everything in his power to maintain his Daughter’s innocence. If anyone dared to hurt her, he’d give them the beating of their life and that would not be a threat it would be a promise. He’d tear them down limb from limb. 

While you and Y/D/N were in the hospital, Pete was perfectly composed, he watched the nurses teach you both how to do something. Pete had learnt how to hold Y/D/N, Pete was comfortable. Well, he was at the hospital. When the nurse came into your hospital room and informed you and Pete that you and Y/D/N could go home. Pete’s confidence was gone. It had turned into sheer panic, there was no longer a professional teaching him how to do things or instructing him how to do things. 

Pete was terrified, he was on his own. While he knew he had you for support, he couldn’t help but let the fear swarm his head. Normally Pete had no fearless, he didn’t care what he had to face, he just went about it. But bringing Y/D/N home terrified him. If Pete wasn’t trying to maintain calm and ready for your sake, he would have fallen apart. He knew that parenting would be difficult but he didn’t realise that bringing Y/D/N home would be so terrifying.

Throughout the entire ride home, Y/D/N had slept, Pete drove home while you were in the back with Y/D/N, this was the first time Pete had ever been happy with you away from him because he knew one look you would be able to know what was going through his head. It worried him sometimes how much you were able to read him, he was an open book to you. But as long as it remained to be only you then it was okay.

Pete took hold of Y/D/N’s baby carrier as he had made his way towards your house. The area you lived in wasn’t perfect, your neighbours were loud and at times rude but neither you and Pete had the time to look for a house with Y/D/N on the way and Pete working more frequently. Life had gotten in the way and while you and Pete had often put up with his living arrangements. Pete refused to let his little girl live in this house more than all three of you had too. There was no way Y/D/N was going to spend her childhood in this hellhole, Pete’s words not your own,

Pete walked into your small house, several boxes dotted around the hallway containing the last remaining things that you had brought for Y/D/N, on the counter was a stack of post. Hopefully, there would be something from the estate agent in the stack. He settled Y/D/N’s baby carrier on the coffee table watching her as she slept soundly in her baby grow with her gloves. Pete jolted when someone touched his shoulder.

“You can relax now, she’s here and everything is going to be okay?” You reassured as you kissed his neck gently.

“Except we live in this hellhole.” Pete turned around, cascading his arms around your waist holding you gently. The Doctor warned him you would be sore for a while and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Why don’t you check the mail and I’ll make us some coffee and we will see if there’s anything okay?”

“Love, you heard the Doctor take it easy.” Rolling your eyes at Pete, he couldn’t help but smile. You were one of the few people who weren’t afraid to challenge him.

“Pete I gave birth, I can lift a couple of mugs of coffee.” With that, you walked slowly towards the kitchen with coffee in mind.

After the coffee’s had been made and Pete had gone through the mail it was met with relief that the Estate Agent had indeed sent you a package of possible homes, some were what you and Pete specifically asked for, others were not but there was a lot to go through. It wasn’t as if you and Pete were looking for a temporary situation, you and Pete were looking for a home where you could raise Y/D/N and any other children you and Pete may have in the future. 

“I’m glad your Mother gave us the name of that Estate Agent. I didn’t want to continuously get three or four possibilities it would have been too time-consuming.” Pete was sitting on the couch while you were sitting beside him with your legs rested over his lap. 

“According to her, these are the best Estate Agents in the world. You know my Mother doesn’t like to stay in the same place for very long. Beside’s she wants us to get out of this hell hole too.” Pete drew patterns on your leg lazily. He was going to get all three of you out of this place. 

“There’s a few we could look at like this one” Pete held up a picture of a house for you to look at and you smiled. It did look pretty for the outside and the interior was to match however you and Pete wanted to do this properly so you were not going to make any decisions from a peace of paper you were going to view it in person. 

“You can add that to the viewing pile or do you want to write something on the paper so you don’t forget.” Playfully teasing Pete he licked his lips not so quick to reply when a blast of extremely loud music startled you and Pete, Y/D/N instantly being awoken by the intrusive sound, her wailing alerted both of you as you moved to remove her from her baby carrier holding her close to your chest to reassure her. Her sensitive ears bombarded by the noise. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Pete’s relaxed nature had suddenly changed into one you had seen a few times. Pete stormed over towards the wall knocking it several times 

“Will you turn your crappy fucking music down? We have a newborn here!” Pete waited a few moments but nothing. As per usual, your neighbours were going to be an annoyance. This was not your original intention to have as Y/D/N’s first day home, you wanted to chill out and relax get accustomed to having Y/D/N with you. This was turning into a nightmare. You knew Pete’s patience would only last for so long. 

“Love stay here. I’m going to knock some sense into them” Pete stormed out, Pete was known for his hot-tempered attitude in the past you would have run out to calm him down but since Y/D/N is here, you can’t run after him with her arms or leave her in the house alone. You needed help and there were only two other people who could calm him down. Unable to call, you sent a text hoping someone would turn up and soon. 

You stood outside watching Pete hammering the crap out of the neighbours’ door. They were either secretly intelligent or because the music was so loud they couldn’t hear a thing. It was certainly the second option. Y/D/N would not settle, no matter what you tried nothing was working. It wasn’t like you could take her to a nice quiet place to relax. You were getting restless at just how useless you were being as a Mother. 

It was the parking of a car that stopped you from focusing on Y/D/N, you had never been so relieved. 

“Now I know why you never let us come over. I could hear their horrendous music all the way down the road.” Trent’s distinctive accent broke through the loud noise just. This was ridiculous. 

“Well until we move this is what we have to live with or Pete gets arrested. He’s been hammering on their door for the past half an hour.” You looked down at Y/D/N who was still crying away. Frowning you looked up at Trent who was looking at Y/D/N only a few days ago you and Pete had asked Trent to be Y/D/N guardian if anything ever happened to you and Pete it was his duty to look after Y/D/N.  

“Tyler, do me a favour get Pete here before he does something he regrets. There is no way you’re staying here with a newborn. You can live with me and Tyler until you find a new home. Come on let’s go pack some of your stuff.“ You led Trent into the house. This was not how you imagined Y/D/N homecoming to go…


Giant Solas update!

He’s wrapped in plastic because I’m working on the vambraces and I have to make sure they fit around the sleeves. The ‘cape’ part of his cloak is wrapped in plastic, so that’s why you can’t see it atm.

I’m also working on the faces on his knees, they’re so annoying lol

I’ll probably end up trimming the fur on his shoulder sling thing (what do you even call that part of his armour!?), because it’s much longer than it is in game.

Right now I have to do the final things to the legs before painting them and adding the final parts so they can close around his legs. And obviously the last parts of his armour for his arms. The hood also needs some final adjustments.

It doesn’t sound like *that* much, but every time I finish something it seems ten other things spring up haha!

The gloves and shoes are removable, but I wanted to see how it all worked together.

It’s funny because when I first got this body I thought it was too big for solas, muscle wise, but having the entire armour on I think he pulls it off nicely ;)

Birthday Update - 5/28/2017

Quick little update: It’s my birthday! 

Originally posted by coffee-for-two

That means I will not be writing today. I may pop in to check requests and messages. But everything is going to pause for a day.

I will be at MegaCon 2017 for a handful of hours and then going to a nice dinner with my family at one of my favorite places in Epcot! 

Also, I want to take the time to thank everyone of you for your support! The biggest thing right now is how much love “Like a Glove” has gotten in the short time that I’ve had it posted. I wrote that story in order to help me escape what I was going through one night (anxiety, depression, and my very bad skin picking flaring up). I almost didn’t post it because I didn’t think it would do that great. But I decided to post it and see what happened. 
As of the last time I checked, I am at 105 notes on it and I never expected it to surpass 20 or so notes! And the feedback has been nothing but kind and supportive! @marvelous-imagining ‘s wonderful note that she left on it actually made me tear up a bit at the convention I am attending this weekend! <3 So thank you all, from the bottom of my heart! 

Thank you for understanding my short hiatus! I will be back to writing soon! I have posts scheduled for Monday and Wednesday and then I will continue to post “Tightrope Walking” on Fridays! 

Hope all is well in your worlds!



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the way you said I love you prompt list [any pairings]

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

Allen was talking while Link worked. They sat at the window of a cafe - Allen always preferred window seats, he liked to people watch - and he was accompanying Link while Link sorted through miscellaneous files. At some point he began to mention the people who walked by and then segued into his own stories.

It didn’t bother Link any. He liked to listen to Allen, and his work was repetitive and dull. Besides, Allen always had the most interesting stories.

“The lady looked at me, and you could tell all she saw was the tattoos and the scars and the hair, but she looked past that and she said, ‘Would you?’ Of course I would!” Allen said fiercely. “She - Mrs. Warren, that’s her name - Mrs. Warren was trying to put her groceries in her trunk, but she was having some difficulties. I was glad she accepted my offer, I would’ve felt awful walking away. So I helped her and then she wanted to tip me, which I couldn’t accept.

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking: Allen Walker, not accepting money? Be quiet. Even I wouldn’t take money from little old ladies. And she was so little. Barely reached my shoulders, and I think it was mostly her hair in a bun that accomplished even that. So I put her groceries away and shut her trunk and noticed her license plate was from another state. I said to her, 'Wow, this is a long way from home! Are you visiting, or did you move here?’

"I moved here, she told me. To be closer to her grand-kids. Imagine that! A little old lady like her coming cross-country! I thought that was so nice. I told her so, and that’s the thing about older people. They always know. She gave me this pitying kind of look. Then she invited me for tea and snacks! And you know there’s no way I would’ve said no to that! So I went.”

It was a little alarming to listen to him, though. Link shot him a disbelieving look and Allen laughed.

“I know, I know. But she was this tiny thing! You have to see her to believe me, Link. So small. A fly would hurt me before she could. So I go and she has this most beautiful amazing garden in front of her home. Birdhouses and baths everywhere, flowers so pretty. Inside she had an entire tea set to prepare, and I think you would’ve liked it. I wish i could’ve brought you.

"Eventually she asked about the tattoos and hair. Older people are always so curious. They’re the same like that, the elderly and the kids. I told her the stories and she thought they were the best. She told me about her grand-kids, one’s in college and one’s just got married. She was so happy.

"It makes me think of how nice that is. I’d like to be like that, when I’m older.”

Then he got this strange look. Link thought he understood why. When I’m older.

Finally, Allen turned away from the window to look at Link. “Next time I go, I’ll bring you. I think she’d like you. I told her about you.”

Link coughed, surprised. “What?”

“Of course I did!” Allen said. “She thinks you’re funny, which is funny to me. She also asked if you had any tattoos, and when I told her you had one on your hand she laughed. Said it was cute. I showed her pictures and she declared you were very handsome and how earth did I ever get you?”

Every word coming from Allen Walker’s mouth was designed to mortify Link. “I can’t believe you,” he hissed. Allen just laughed.

“At the end, she said seeing young people in love made her happy.”

Oh. Link looked down at his work, one hand holding the paper firm and the other lax around a pen. The tattoo, like most things in his life now, was because of Allen.

It was actually just a bit too cold to be without gloves, but writing with them on was impossible, and sometimes Allen liked to hold his hand on the table, thumb tracing the designs on the back of his hand over and over. Allen did that now, probably amused by Link’s sudden silence.

“You don’t have to go,” Allen said at last, noticeably gentler. “I just like to share everything with you.”


He ducked his chin into his scarf. Allen’s open displays of affection didn’t always make Link feel shy, but they did when they came suddenly like this.

“Of course I’ll go,” Link murmured, abashed, “I love you.”

Allen brought Link’s hand up and kissed his knuckles, and then gave him a brilliant smile.