they could be long lost siblings

anonymous asked:

Do you still believe in jonsa? :( I really want them to be together :( I want to believe jon is playing daenerys i can't just accept he would bend the knee easily!

Hi sweet anon,

I do still believe in Jonsa. I’ll always believe in it, until the last ASOIAF book comes out to prove me wrong.

Jon and Sansa’s relations have been set up and written to be romantic – both in the show and in the book in my opinion. Not for a one-night stand, not for sexual tension, not for political marriage; but for finding comfort in each other, safety, trust, peace, love and family, something that nobody else in the World could give them. All they long for is the North, the Starks, their family and their home, and who could understand that better than they do themselves? Who else could understand their pain?

Let’s look back:

They had the most emotional reunion out of all characters on the show. None of the men in castle black have looked at them and thought they were siblings. They all must’ve thought they were long-lost lovers. 

The stare™ and the cheesy smile:

When was the last time Jon or Sansa laughed like this? Who else makes them happy like this? 

LOOK AT THIS!!!! For god’s sake if my sibling looked at me like this I would’ve called the police by now

Now, the letter from Ramsay. Look at how he looks as Sansa to check up on her before reading the letter. 

When it got to the r*pe bit, Jon threw it away and looked away in anger.

When Sansa carries on reading, look at his face. Look how gently he lookes at her.   

He loves her.

Now, for the fur-coat scene. This is important - Sansa tells Jon “You are a Stark” without really saying anything. 

For god’s sake look at him

Then the heated argument in the tent. (can you imagine if this was Jon with another specific character arguing in a dark tent while breathing heavily? the internet would go crazy) Jon was really trying to be angry here, but couldn’t. He still looks at her like this: 

“I won’t EVER let him touch you again. I’ll protect you I promise”.

We all know Jon’s reaction to Ramsay mentioning Sansa in his bed *kill bill sirens* Have you ever seen Jon being so protective over anyone like that before? 

I also found interesting how Jon found and was looking at Sansa when the Vale’s army marched in:

After the battle, Sansa was the only reason he didn’t beat Ramsay to death. 

And then the forehead kiss. 

This is not a brother showing affection to his sister. This is something else. This is far too loving, far too intimate, far too long.

And then another stare.

Then, she makes him laugh once again, like nobody else does.

And she finally looks happy. 

And when Jon becomes the King in the North, he looks at her. 

Continuing into season 7, we’ve got this gem, where Littlefinger says he loves Sansa and Jon gives us one of his angriest moments in the show:

He entrusts Sansa with his kingdom and his people

and he tenderly looks back to look at her one last time before he sets off

And lastly, the thought of her is the only thing that stops him from killing Theon.

I know this got long, sorry, but there are so many little moments, touches and looks that are so important. We know they’ve been rushing the show, they’ve been rushing J0nerys, but they haven’t rushed this. Why? Why haven’t they rushed Jon and Sansa and concentrated on them building trust for each other? Their affection for each other? 

Because, dear anon, I believe that Jon and Sansa will end up together. And you should too! 

im 16 and i still like my little pony, undertale, and fnaf and there’s nothing wrong with that. 

and I’m proud to say I support all of the 10-11-12 year olds creating animatronic ocs that they ship w freddy, and blue and pink warrior cat ocs named starstar, and alicorn ocs that are the long lost sibling of celestia and luna, and you wanna know why? 

because there’s absolutely nothing wrong with them. they are just kids having fucking fun and you gremlins have to go and harrass them, put their art on hate blogs, and make them feel like shit for expressing themselves in a way only they could. you realize when you do that to a kid, they feel like they can’t draw or produce content anymore out of fear of being harassed again. kids get discouraged easily when adults tell them that they’re bad people for creating shit that was meant for themselves

cringe culture is so nasty, and I can’t believe people can actually blatantly hate on kids for their shit instead of showing them ways they could improve. yall are fucking nasty and I want pieces of shit like you away from me always. 

The Trampoline

Summary: Dan’s very gay and very in love with Phil, who has always been 100% straight. Also, there’s a trampoline.

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: smut

TW: underage drinking

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My Last PLL theory....ever

I won’t stop posting PLL or sharing my thoughts, but this will be my last every PLL theory, and it’s gonna be long so bare with me.

PLL Explained:

Lets start from the beginning. Well as far back as we can. It was 1980 something, Mary  hadn’t been out of Radley long but she was finally ready to get back to a normal life and go to college. She meets Ted, he’s sweet and just the kind of good guy a “bad girl” like Mary needed. They date. She gets pregnant. The first person she decided to tell was her sister Jessica, she had hoped this would bring them together as she wanted her sister to be a part of her child’s life. But we know Jessica she was born jealous. She makes up a lie to get Mary sent back to Radley. Mary wasn’t able to tell Ted she was pregnant. And now she was doomed to have her child in Radley. Jessica and her jealously of Mary getting pregnant first is what led to her affair with Peter Hastings. Ken was always away for work, making getting pregnant hard, but if she timed things right Peter could get the job done. And that is just what happened. Mary had Charles first he was taken by the state. About 6 months later Jessica delivered a boy too, Jason. She goes to visit her sister to rub it in her face only to learn that Mary’s baby was given to the state. Jessica, wanting everything of Mary’s decides to get custody of Charles making him her and Ken’s child. Once Jessica got custody of Charles the DiLaurentis moved far away from Mary and Peter to Georgia. The DiLaurentis family lived in Georgia happily for years, Even Mary was able to get her act together and was released from Radley. Jessica become pregnant again, this time with twin girls. Around this same time Mary pretends to be Jessica in Rosewood and meets up with Peter (who she knew was Jason’s father) and they have a moment. Mary ends up pregnant with Spencer. Jessica gives birth to two little girls in Georgia. Mary learns about this. She goes to Georgia to find Jessica, that’s when she realizes that Jessica has Charles. Mary is upset. She feels that Jessica stole Charles from her and decided to take one of Jessica’s babies for revenge. Jessica knows it was Mary who kidnapped her baby and she turns Mary in. Mary is sent back to Radley (very pregnant) but the baby was never found. Jessica and Ken decide to move back to Rosewood because they were “the people who lost a child” to all their neighbors in Georgia. So the DiLaurentis’ move back to Rosewood. Jessica tells Peter and Veronica what Mary did to Peter. Mary gives birth to Spencer in Radley and Peter and Veronica raise her.  Jessica and Peter even got all the kids together once so they could meet their siblings (the Campbell apple farm - the baby the boys met wasn’t Alison, it was Spencer) A few months later the bathtub incident happens, and Jessica and Ken (worried that Charles is more like his mother than they believed) send Charles away to Radley. All is well for a few years then one day while visiting Charles, Jessica meets Bethany and her father. Bethany is about the same age as Alison and reminds Jessica of her with her blonde hair and pretty eyes. Jessica starts to wonder if Bethany could be her long lost child. She starts to buy Bethany gifts (the yellow dress, a horse, etc) and show her a little extra attention when she visited Charles. One summer Charles was able to go to a summer camp and Jessica spent a lot of time with Bethany getting to know her and even developed feelings for Bethany’s dad. But Bethany did not like this. She felt her dad was cheating on her mom with Jessica and it made her angry. This went on for a few more years. Then one day Bethany comes up with a plan to get rid of Jessica for good. She sees who she believes to be Jessica standing on the roof, without a second thought she pushes her over the ledge. Only it wasn’t Jessica it was Marion. Distraught at what she had done she blames it on Charles. But of course here comes Jessica to cover it all up. And before Bethany knew it, Charles was gone. He had died. The next time Bethany see’s Charles, he is now Charlotte. But Charlotte doesn’t introduce herself to Bethany as Charlotte, she introduces herself as Alison DiLaurentis, Jessica’s daughter. Charlotte tells Bethany how much she hates Jessica and how she would love to get her out of her life. Bethany believed every word, until that day when Radley called Jessica to come get her daughter Alison, Jessica shows up and it’s Charlotte dressed head to toe in Alison’s clothes. Bethany overheard Jessica telling Radley that this wasn’t Alison, but Jessica leaves with Charlotte anyway. Now Bethany doesn’t trust “Alison” (aka Charlotte) or Jessica. (hence the tapes and drawings) But there wasn’t much Bethany could do from Radley and she needed a plan. A good one. 

Meanwhile. Alison’s twin is not Bethany Young. Alison’s twin grew up in Georgia, knowing nothing of her real family. Until one day a girl named Shana kept calling her Ali. The twin told her I think you have the wrong girl. Shana insisted not, that she looked just like her summer time friend Alison. So Shana shows the twin the picture. Twin can’t believe her eyes it was like looking at a picture of herself. So she asked Shana about this “Alison” girl and Shana told her what she knew. The twin made Shana promise not to tell Alison, and Shana agreed. When summer time came around Alison made her annual trip to go visit Grandma D. While she was there her twin watched her and studied her. She saw how Ali treated people badly. She even watched Ali play her mind games with Shana. Twin had enough, she decided to go to Rosewood to find out what was going on with the rest of her family. Shana even introduced her to a girl named Jenna who lived near Rosewood that twin could stay with. While in Rosewood she was mistaken for Alison a few times. Once by a girl named Mona. She played along trying to be a nicer version of Alison. After seeing how Ali’s life was, her twin decided she needed to know more. The A game starts. The twin starts watching Alison carefully and reaching out anonymously to others when she needed answers. That’s how she discovered NAT club. She is the one who paid Ian to film Ali and her friends. Twin decided that Ali doesn’t deserve this life anymore that she takes it for granted. So she plans to kill Alison and take her place. But her plans go on hold when Jenna and her mom needed to move to Rosewood (As Jenna’s mom was moving in with Toby’s dad) But Jenna told twin that should could stay at their place in Cape May. 

Flash forward. The first secret. Twin is now reaching out to Mona (Ali’s enemy) more often via anonymous texts and emails. She convinces Mona that now is the time to take down Ali. She tells Mona exactly what to do (send the voodoo doll, leave the A notes etc)… It’s Jenna’s first week in Rosewood and she is already invited to a Halloween Party. She heads to the costume shop to pick a costume when she see’s Ali. She knew it was Ali and not twin. Twin had already told her all about Ali. After Jenna’s run in with Ali she calls twin and tells her that she met Ali. Twin pushes her to steal Ali’s spot as it girl and suggests showing up dressed as the “better gaga” Twin is officially kicking off her plan with the help of Mona and Jenna. Only one thing didn’t go as planned. Twin had no way of knowing that Charlotte and Lucas had planned their own special treat for Ali that night. (Ali getting attacked in the house) This actually helped twin because once Ali knew it wasn’t Noel she became aware that someone really was after her.

Moving on. Charlotte and Lucas continue to play silly games to make Alison look bad (the Radley stunt, etc) Twin takes notice and decides that she would like to recruit Charlotte (not knowing Charlotte is related) So she reaches out and asks Charlotte to meet her at Jenna’s. Charlotte who is half playing Ali, half playing with Ali, suggests that Ali stop putting up with Jenna and do something about it (this was Charlotte’s way to lead Ali to the person who was possibly after Ali) So Charlotte doesn’t show up that night, but Alison does and with the help of her friends (who thought they were after Toby) Alison throws the firework into the garage, blinding Jenna and hurting twin. The twin got away before the police came. But now she was super pissed with Alison and her friends. Putting most of the blame on Alison of course. Over the next couple of months Twin and Mona continued to torture Alison. And watched Alison slowly screw over more and more people. (Getting Charlotte kicked out of UPENN, the issues between Ian & Melissa, etc) Every time Alison ruined another life, twin reached out. Ian and Melissa were supplying the NAT videos so twin had knowledge of all the secrets. Charlotte was playing double agent and still pretending to have Ali’s back despite helping plan Ali’s death. 

And finally we get to that night. Charlotte had already convinced Alison that if she couldn’t figure out who was after her she’d have to go on the run (hence Ali saving up money, passports, etc) Charlotte just wanted Ali gone but had little faith that the mystery person would actually do it. So Charlotte sends Bethany the top with a note from Ali, knowing this would set Bethany off. Bethany comes to rosewood to find Ali & Jessica (really Charlotte and Jessica). Meanwhile, Twin has given Mona orders to take Ali out. But Mona mistakes Bethany for Alison and hits her, but she hears someone coming (Melissa) and takes off. Melissa who had just heard Spencer and Ali fight see’s a girl (appears to be Ali) laying on the ground. Assuming the worst of Spencer, Melissa pushes the girl into the hole (that Mona dug) and starts to bury her. Charlotte walks up startling Melissa, and seeing what Melissa was doing. They speak about it for a second before being seen by Jason. At this point they both run away, leaving the girl in the hole only partially buried. Charlotte comes around to the front of the house and believes she see’s Bethany, she hits her upside the head. It’s actually Ali. And Jessica has seen it all. Jessica buries Ali for Charlotte, and calls Wilden to take Charlotte away (presumably back to Radley) Grunwald comes along and pulls Alison out. Alison is later picked up by Mona. Alison tells Mona what happened. That someone hit her in the front yard and that her mother buried her. Mona knows the girl she hit was in the backyard, realizing she did not hit Ali. She did not follow orders. Instead of killing Ali at this point she talks Ali into faking her death and running away. Which is exactly what Alison did; Leaving the yellow top and her Ali bracelet with Mona. During that night when Mona left to gathering somethings for Ali (most likely from the DiLaurentis house) she returned to the grave to see if anyone was in the grave. She finds Bethany, dead. She puts the Ali bracelet on her then recovers the hole. She returns to Alison gives her her things and off Alison goes.  Mona informs twin that Ali is dead.

Now twin just needed to wait for the right time to take Ali’s place. It can’t be too soon because Ali’s family and friends might know its not Ali. So with the help of Mona, she learned how to act like Ali while also transforming Mona into an It girl and subsequently Hanna too. Finally the twin was about ready to make her move, Ali would come back from the dead, but things took a turn. The DiLaurentis’ decided to move away. Twin had Mona take the rest of Ali’s stuff. (When Maya’s family threw it out) Twin was going to need to learn a lot more about Ali. But then a body is found. Everyone finds out it’s Ali and now twin cannot just take Ali’s place. So with that plan being a no go. Twin decides to finish what she started and get back at the girls for being bullies and and blowing up Jenna’s garage. This is why Mona had no real reason for being after the liars, she was just doing the twins work. But during Mona’s reign as A the twin started noticing things. Someone who looked like Ali visited Hanna in the hospital. Someone saved Emily from that garage. Twin learned Ali was actually alive and that Mona had lied to her. So she made Mona out herself as A. She had hoped this would mean that with Mona locked up Ali would come home, then twin cold take her place again. But Ali didn’t come home. And Mona met a girl named Charlotte. Charlotte was the perfect pawn for twin. So via Mona she let Charlotte believe that she would be taking Mona’s place as A. Charlotte really wanted to play the game but couldn’t do that from Radley. So Charlotte leaves Radley and gets herself a place in Rosewood. For the twin the goal is to prove Ali’s alive, for Charlotte its about finding out the truth about her family. Eventually the twin tells Charlotte who she is, which makes Charlotte more on her side. Seasons 3 & 4 are the twin, CeCe, & the liars trying to find out if Ali is alive. Remember there were 3 redcoats in the sawmill in Ravenswood. Ali, Charlotte, & the person who led them to Ezra’s lair. The twin led them to this lair for a reason, this was to make Ezra look more guilty than Charlotte. Once the twin has confirmation that Ali was alive she tells Charlotte she needs to leave the country (because she is accused of murder). Charlotte leaves the country and Ali is exposed, just like the twin planned. This time she sends Shana to kill Ali (because Mona didn’t do it the first time) But instead the liars (Aria) killed Shana. 

So just to add things up: The twin is after the liars for the Jenna thing and the Shana thing. 

So twins next plan to take Ali’s place involves getting Ali and the liars put in jail. At this point (other than Aria) the liars haven’t killed anyone. So she convinces Mona to fake her death. Which Mona agrees too (the blood) The twin comes in and she and Mona fake the crime scene. Of course it looked like Ali in the surveillance video. Because it’s Ali’s twin. This is the first time Mona actually meets the twin (hence her being shocked) But don’t forget she was in on this. 

Once Ali was in jail. Twin just needed to get the liars to Charlotte’s dollhouse, and why not ruin their names in the process. The liars are arrested then kidnapped, making it look like they had escaped. While in the dollhouse, the girls were being tortured by several people. The twin, Charlotte, Mona, Noel, & Sara. The plan would be to keep the liars their permanently. Eventually cluing them in. But holding them captive none the less. Mona would be eventually released having no memory of her kidnapping or the faking of her death. This would clear Alison’s name. She would then be taken to the dollhouse and twin would replace her for good. But the twin didn’t plan for the liars to be smart enough to figure out about Charles… At first the twin decided to play along in their quest to figure out who Charles was. Having Noel stand in as pseudo “Charles” what she didn’t plan for was them catching the damn place on fire. She was literally leading Alison there that night to bring her to the dollhouse. Once the girls had escaped her plan was ruined and Charlotte would be left to take the blame. (Game Over, Charlotte)

But of course Charlotte couldn’t let the game go.when the twin didn’t want to play with Charlotte anymore, Charlotte tried to assemble her own team, (Jenna, Noel, Archer, Lucas, & eventually Mary) She still wanted to play with the girls. But she needed out of Welby first. Finally she gets released. The twin did not want Charlotte to interfere with the plan she’s been coming up with for the last 5 years. So after Charlotte was released, the twin killed her. Using the plan from Spencer’s paper. Already trying to frame someone. Mona is still working for her. After Charlotte is killed she starts tormenting the liars trying to get them to give up evidence that Ali killed Charlotte. It’s just like her plan with Mona only this time someone will really die. She literally plays the girls against themselves. She knows who killed Charlotte and she convinces the girls that it’s possibly one of them, to the point that the girls actually do start incriminating themselves. (Killing Archer) Meanwhile the twin has also taken over all of Charlotte’s minions (Jenna, Noel, Archer, Mary, Sara, Lucas) with the promise that they would be finding Charlotte’s killer, again playing them because she already knows who killed her. Lucas built the board game. Archer got the money. Noel was gathering information. etc… They all played their part. And they all die off once they’ve been exposed or have said too much (Sara, Noel) Jenna hasn’t died yet because the twin has a soft spot for her. But she’s still expendable if she doesn’t play along. Which is why she is holding something over Sydney to force her to play too. By the end of the game one of the liars will go down for Charlotte’s death and the others will be left suffering. 

But the twin never expects for the girls to figure things out. But I think this is actually going to end up being the case. One of the liars will figure out it’s the twin but she won’t be able to tell the others. Eventually someone from the twin’s minions will try to switch sides and help the liars most likely Mona. The twin will be caught and arrested but not before one or two people die in the cross fire (my guesses are one or two of these people; Lucas, Mona, Jenna, or one of the liars- Not Spencer) 

We’ll prob have a time jump of the liars finally living an A/AD free life and see how they are. Alison and Emily will prob be together trying to raise the kid. Spencer and Toby will be friends but not together. Ezra and Aria will probably get married. Caleb and Hanna will probably get married. 

Other things the twin was a part of:

The lodge fire, the twin was the person on the plane. She is the one who knew how to fly. Duncan never met the real Ali he had always met the twin when she was pretending to be Alison. The only time the liars ask Ali about Duncan is when Spencer drug-dreams her up. This was probably the twin at the time. And not actually Alison.

The girl outside the window when Hanna and Mona did the Ouija board was also probably the twin because it led to a pissed off Mr & Mrs D.

So that’s it folks. Ali has a twin and her twin is AD. Ali never knew she was a twin. It’s why she had so many baby pics (there were two of them) Jason was brainwashed to forget it just like he was with Charles. 

For more on how I deducted it would be her twin check this theory out!

Random Headcanons no one asked for, Bonus Round

Star Wars

•Luke and Leia actually find out they share a birthday pretty early on, but considering neither of them actually has a reason to suspect that they’re long lost siblings, they don’t think much of it besides “birthday buddy!”

•Luke has never done much for his birthday while in the Alliance. He got the day off from chores back on Tatooine, and if the crops had been good sometimes Owen and Beru could scrape together enough to get some kind of cake. On his 17th birthday Owen somehow saved enough to get Luke a replacement part for the T-16. Celebrating without Owen and Beru, even if theirs were small and not terribly festive by some standards, just feels too weird for him.

•Wedge decides fairly quickly this will not do at all and organizes Giant Group Birthdays for the pilots, going by month. This starts to catch on with other branches of the Alliance, and bi-monthly birthday gatherings become a thing.

•After finding out they’re twins, Luke and Leia make a point of trying to spend every birthday together, even if it has to be via hologram.

•Poe Dameron has birthday parties for BB-8. C-3PO thinks this is precious and will not hesitate to say so. Leia is very tired of Threepio “hinting” that BB-8 would look very grown-up with shiny gold plating.

•Chewbacca can out-snark anyone, anywhere, hands down. Once he and Han ran across a gang of alien pirates whose leadership was determined by a Trial of Insults. Chewbacca got annoyed with their captain and accidentally ended up taking command of a pirate galleon. He and Han eventually absconded with a treasure map, but the pirates were too impressed by the Wookiee’s Snark Power to be mad.

•Lando writes poetry, but he’d be much too embarrassed to let anyone read it.

•Luke knows a lot of code-songs he learned from his aunt and uncle while growing up. (Because I like to imagine they helped slaves escape, much like in some of @fialleril ’s writings), and he teaches some of them to one or two Rogues, Leia, Han, and Chewbacca. The secret directions embedded in the lyrics save lives more than once.

•Maintenance crew on the Executor has an entire wall of tally marks for every training droid Vader had totaled. There’s a different wall for people he’s totaled, with names rather than tallies. It’s probably not safe to keep a memorial, but no one’s told them not to so far.

•Piett started out just drinking tea in the morning before starting his shifts. The longer he deals with the unique brand of weirdness living on the Lady Ex brings, the more calming tea (or occasionally strongly caffeinated tea) he requires. He’s up to four cups a day and steadily rising.

•For Leia’s twenty-third birthday, Mon Mothma gave her a hologram she’d been keeping of a younger Bail Organa with Senator Amidala and a young Mothma all smiling. There’s someone in the back that looks like a tall Jedi, but Leia can’t be sure. She and Mothma mourn a while, but the catharsis is good for both of them.

•Every time the Rebels move to a new base, Rogue Squadron makes sure to paint a rough portrait of Bhodi Rook somewhere in their assigned hangar, whether on a ship or a wall. There are memorials to all the members of the Scarif Mission, but Rogue Squadron always has an extra one for Rook. “Because he’s the pilot.”

Being the Long-Lost, Younger Sibling of the Maximoff Twins Would Include...

☆ When they heard they had a younger sibling, they did everything they could to try to find you.

☆ When Wanda accidentally hurt you with her powers, she could barely even look at you without feeling tremendous amounts of guilt. You had to convince her you were completely fine multiple times.

☆ They’d make sure no one could hurt you. During battles, one of them would always be near you, protecting you.

☆ You had no superpowers, but Wanda and Pietro would help you train to become stronger, faster, and smarter when fighting a high powered enemy.

☆ Pietro would coach you on running. After training for a month, you had a higher stamina and quicker. Obviously, you weren’t as fast as Pietro, but he was a great motivator.

☆ You had both of their personalities. You were quiet like Wanda but sarcastic like Pietro.

☆ They refused to join the Avengers without you even if you were just an ordinary, strong fighter.

☆ You argued with them multiple times because they were too overprotective.

☆ There would a monthly family game night just consisting of you three. Pietro and Wanda were very competitive while you just enjoyed watching them have fun.

☆ Hawkeye was always there for you if the twins had to go for a mission without you.

☆ After pleading for months, you were finally able to adopt a dog. They both fell in love with it. Pietro enjoyed going on jogs with it, and Wanda enjoyed relaxing with it.

☆ When Pietro died, you spent days mourning with Wanda.

☆ You furiously defended Wanda’s actions in Nigeria. You wouldn’t back down until Vision carried you out of the room.

☆ You were on Steve’s side with Wanda during the Civil War. You helped break Wanda out of prison.

A/N: I literally love the twins. #bringpietroback


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psycho 05/taehyung

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment/slight violence (knife) in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

note: in this chapter i mention his brother but because I don’t know his name i put h/b/n instead which stands for his brothers name 

note2: sorry for any mistakes I will try and fix them later on

summary: it’s going to be okay I promise


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Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler sentence starters

“This obituary is filled with errors - most importantly - I AM NOT DEAD!“

“The world is quiet here.”

“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.” 

“Our love broke my heart…and stopped yours.”


“I have a long list of things I’d rather not do.”  

“I was in deep denial, and I’m not talking about a river in Egypt.“

“Could it be that our ______ is unreliable?”

“Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something.”  

“…and that’s why we broke up.”

“The thing with your heart’s desire is that your heart doesn’t even know what it desires until it turns up.” 

“When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.”  

“S/he gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.”

“Sometimes words are not enough.” 

“Everyone tells you it’s all right to cry, but not enough people say it’s all right if you don’t want people to know.”  

“There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.”  

“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

“You, meanwhile, are often dressed like a slob, and spend your days serving coleslaw.”

“Imagining the worst doesn’t keep it from happening.”  

“Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed.”

“You don’t spend your life hanging around books without learning a thing or two.”  

”When something simple and true takes you by surprise, it hits you in the stomach.”

“It was a curious feeling, that something could be so close and so distant at the same time.” 

“Of course you can trust me - we read the same books.”

“You might be afraid of the _____, but the _____ is not afraid of you. That’s why the _____ is always close by.” 

“The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.”  

“Someone can break your heart, leave you dead on the lawn, and still you never learn what to say to stop it all over again. ”

“They say love’s like a bus, and if you wait long enough another one will come along, but not in this place where the buses are slow and most of the cute ones are gay.”

“Anyone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword has not been stabbed with both.”  

“But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us.”

“The only thing that made sense of the world was you.”

“Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up…unless it looks like an ax murderer.” 

“I want you to love me in particular.”

“I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.”

“Sometimes even in most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good.”

“No reality has the power to dispel a dream.”  

““Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world.”

“It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.” 

“Summer without you is colder than Winter, and Winter without you is even colder.”

“’Finders keepers’ is what they say, and I wanted to be kept.” 

“Nobody should feel pain all by themselves.”  

“We steal the happiness of others in order to be happy ourselves, and when it is stolen from us we voyage desperately to steal it back.”  

“He who wants the world must first escape from it.” 

“It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.”  

anonymous asked:

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?”

Jughead Jones is technically homeless. Your family hates you. These are just facts of life. 

When Archie Andrews decided to take both of you into his home, and his father was okay with it, it astonished you both. 

You all quickly adjusted as roommates, with the two boys sharing a room and you rooming in the guest bedroom. The Andrews are so hospitable and you are so grateful for them getting you out of that situation, but there have been some long lasting affects you weren’t expecting.

It’s late at night when you get in the shower that all of these affects start coming down around you. 

You miss your dog, you miss your old bedroom, you miss the comfort of the couch in the living room. While your siblings and father definitely didn’t want you around, your mother seemed like she could stand her ground if she ever wanted to, so you miss her even though you think you shouldn’t. You miss privacy. Hell, you even miss your old dresser and night stand lamp. You feel as if this is all lost, like you’ll never be able to regain what you’ve left behind. 

It’s almost like you run away, but it’s worse because you still have a roof over your head, so you feel like you can’t be sad about it. You feel as if you have to be strong, like if you’re not then everything else will come crashing down around you. 

Before you know it, these thoughts of guilt and loss and loneliness come crashing down around you, and as the water hits your face you realize it’s not all coming from the shower head. 

You’re crying, and now that you realize you’re crying you begin to hyperventilate. You don’t want to wake anyone, so you try to keep the sobs quiet. After all, maybe a good cry is all you need. 

The next day, you and Jughead are alone in the lounge, sitting on the couch. He seems quieter than usual, more still. He’s got something on his mind, and you can tell. You two have been friends for ages, so you fold your arms and look over at him. 

“What is it?” you ask, plain and simple.

“What? Oh nothing.” he says, almost surprised, as if you talking has pulled him from his thoughts.

You sit there in silence for a few moments, content to accept that as your answer. You knew that when Jughead didn’t want to talk, he didn’t, so there is no use in you trying. 

You begin to pick up your bag when you hear him clear his throat.

You look over at him and raise your eyebrows. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you. 

It’s your turn to be surprised, as you’re not quite sure how to respond to that. It’s clear on your face, because he then shakes his head and stammers to try and explain himself.

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” he asks.

The sincerity of his tone makes your heart ache all over again, and you have to keep yourself from reliving the memories of last night all over again. 

You begin to nod your head ‘yes’, which slowly turns into shaking your head ‘no’. 

Then, Jughead does something surprising, he reaches out to you and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you into a hug, sitting on the couch. 

You’re stiff at first, not really sure what he’s doing, but soon let yourself sink into his chest, his heartbeat a comforting presence amongst the chaos of your brain. 

You’re determined to not make this first hug your last. 

Writing Prompt #264

I wanted to get to know her. I had spent years not even knowing I had a sister, and I was determined to make it right. Given my line of business, however, I wasn’t so sure how easy it would be to relate our life experiences. It wasn’t like I could just ask “Hey, you know those moments when you’re one wrong step from being imprisoned in a federal crime because one of your boys messed up and left behind evidence? Yeah, that’s the worst.”


Requested by @head-of-hearts and @klarostark ! 

I finally get to write about the baby Targs again (!!). Baby Targs are literally my favorite things ever. Trying out a new pov! 

Rhaenyra hadn’t particularly wanted a younger sister. 

She already had one younger sibling and that was enough; she loved Daeron, of course, but he was a handful. He was loud and just constantly…there. He always wanted to play with her and always followed her around the Red Keep; when he didn’t think she was paying enough attention to him he would steal her books or try to take her play sword, which usually ended up with both of them getting in a shouting match. 

But then one day Mother and Father had sat her and Daeron both down in their solar and said that they were expecting another baby. Daeron had been overjoyed and she’d tried her best to smile and act excited, even though she wasn’t. She liked their family as it was; a boy and a girl and two parents. She didn’t like big changes-and another child was a big change. 

And then…six months later they’d stopped talking about it. Rhaenyra hadn’t been there when it happened; she’d been training with the Master at Arms in the training room when her mother had screamed. She and Daeron had been ushered into the nursery and they’d stayed there, scared, for the entire afternoon. They hadn’t fought, hadn’t talked, had barely even breathed while footsteps came and went outside the door. After a while Daeron had started to cry and she’d comforted him almost absentmindedly, remembering another time her mother had screamed like that because someone had stabbed Father and he’d nearly bled out all over their dinner table. 

By the time Jon came for them later that night, when the sun was nothing more than a golden ball of fire in the sky, they were both crying. He’d knelt next to them on the soft black rug and hugged them both close, and told them that their sibling had died (although Daeron asked how he or she could have died when she’d never been born in the first place). 

He was a boy, in her mother’s mind; they named him Edric and mourned him the way they would have mourned any other family member. It was strange, mourning someone she had never met before; it took a long time before Rhaenyra cried over his passing, before she really understood what she had lost. But there was something about it that did make her sad; a loss of potential, baby clothes that were hastily put in old trunks and shoved back into dark closest, something that should have been there but wasn’t. 

Her mother cried more often, and when Rhaenyra had bad dreams and Daenerys came to comfort her the Valyrian songs she sang were tinged with sadness. 

Then there was another pregnancy and once again they got excited. It felt like a new start-Father wouldn’t stop talking about how they would have a little brother or sister to play with, a rider for the light blue dragon Cyannis. Eventually Rhaenyra decided that she wouldn’t mind all that much either way, whether she had a little brother or a little sister. 

Although she kind of hoped she would get a little sister. Her aunt Sansa had recently had a daughter named Margaery and she was the sweetest thing; all of the cousins doted on her and she followed Rhaenyra around whenever she was at Winterfell and liked to play with her blonde hair. 

The baby was born too early. The Queen went into labor and once again Rhaenyra,  Daeron, and their cousin Lyanna found themselves in the nursery-but even though their Father smiled and told them everything was going well whenever he left their mother’s side to check on them his voice shook and he had whispered conversations in the hallway with Aunt Sansa and Aunt Arya in low voices that sounded distinctly worried. 

Lyanna gripped her hand so tightly it hurt, and Rhaenyra had squeezed back just as hard as if their grip was the only thing that could keep them anchored. 

Aemon was born with jet black hair and light blue eyes and Rhaenyra’s heart melted the first time she saw him. She was the oldest, nearly four; she was able to hold him first and she fell in love with him instantly-from the first moment he looked up at her, his mouth opening and closing in soft cooing noises. But his skin was all red and he coughed and hacked until she worried he would cough up something important, and when her parents exchanged glances they were filled with pain. 

They stayed by Aemon’s side all that day and the next and the next. He was very sick; maesters came in and out, but they could do little and less for him. She learned not to get her hopes up, learned to love Aemon fiercely while she had him and not think about what could happen to him if they weren’t careful. She fell asleep on Arya’s lap, her hand holding her baby brother’s. It was so small compared to her own, so pale. 

When she woke up, her little brother was gone. 

Two days later, there was a funeral in the godswood. She didn’t attend; even his name made her cry, for almost two years afterward. Aunt Sansa and Margaery stayed in the Red Keep with her; she cried and cried until she eventually cried herself to sleep. 

The next time she opened her eyes she was in her own bed and her Father was hugging her tightly. It will be okay. We’ll get through this. 


He didn’t answer; he just buried his head in her downy hair and held her as sobs shuddered through her body. 

They waited a year and tried again and this time Rhaenyra was determined that she wouldn’t get attached. That promise lasted for the entire pregnancy; she refused to talk about baby names, she refused to pick out clothing-dresses for a girl, doublets and breeches for a boy, all impossibly small-and she refused to think even to herself whether she wanted a boy or a girl. 

She wanted a living sibling. She could care less what gender it was. 

Finally the day arrived and her mother went into labor. Rhaenyra assumed that they’d be stuck in the nursery again but her aunt Arya took her down to the training room and they trained until she was too worn out even to worry. Then Arya told her stories, about growing up in Winterfell and the House of Black and White and how her parents had been (and still were) so in love that it made everyone ill. But in a good way. 

And then when they went back upstairs, still panting and covered in sweat…Elaena was waiting for her. She wouldn’t stop crying and she smacked Rhaenyra’s hand away the first time she touched her, but Rhaenyra didn’t care because she was perfectly healthy and beautiful. From that moment on she just wanted to protect her from the world, from whatever had taken Edric, Aemon, and her older sister Valaena (she hadn’t been born either). 

Time went on and she and Elaena were either thick as thieves or could barely speak two words to each other with fighting. Her younger sister annoyed her; they were nothing alike. Where Rhaenyra was shy and cautious Elaena was brash and impulsive and wasn’t afraid to let anyone know it. But Rhaenyra still loved her, especially as she grew-because she was alive. She hadn’t torn a hole in their family that could never be fixed. There were three rosebushes outside the Holdfast, not four. 

Yes, sometimes Rhaenyra couldn’t stand her younger sister-even when they got older. But she never wished, even for a second, even in jest, that Elaena had never been born. 

Change could be good, sometimes. And, as it turned out, Elaena was just what their family needed. 

I need some family/fluff stuff after last night’s episode. I mean, there’s a little angst but it’s not awful. 

Always taking requests! 


Requested by anonymous [Part 1]

“I’ll get it” Stiles offered when you heard a knock on his house door. You’ve been visiting your brother for five days now and everything was going great! You had so much in common with your long lost sibling. You kind of wished you could take him back to Riverdale with you.

“Ah [Y/N]?” Stiles called from the front door “there’s a ginger guy here to see you”.

For a moment you were completely frozen but eventually you managed to run to the doorway and to your great surprise your boyfriend Archie was standing there. If you weren’t so shocked you may hugged and kissed him.

“Arch what are you doing here?” You asked breathlessly.

“When I got your message the four of us decided to drive up here on the weekend to see you”.
You were about to ask what he meant by the four of us but before you could you spotted Jughead, Betty, and Veronica standing behind Archie, smiling brightly at you.

“Ah who is this guy?” Stiles asked confused.

“Oh ah Stiles this is my boyfriend Archie. Archie this is my brother Stiles”.

“Ah hey man?” Archie greeted shaking Stiles’ hand awkwardly. You could tell he was taking in the similarities between you two. You had to admit it was both cool and terrifying.

“Ah nice to meet you guys… come in I guess” Stiles said offering for your friends to come inside.


Tired and Scared

Title: Tired and Scared

Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister!reader, Sam (mentioned).

Words: 1300

A/N: So, backstory is that the reader is doing some sort of a quest and it’s doing bad stuff to her, sort of like Sam and the trials.

Your name: submit What is this?

You could swear you just saw your reflection blink.

You were sure, you were going crazy. You didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t anymore. The boarder was gone, blotted out.

You had this darkness in you as well. It came with the craziness, and the craziness came with the mission. But you felt like you had these demons inside of you, and you couldn’t drown them, because they knew how to swim. And this presence, these voices, they were eating at you. It was like they were consuming all of your energy and leaving nothing to you. You felt empty, and tired.

You stared at your reflection, looking deep into your own familiar, but still very different, eyes. The more you glared, the worse they looked. You studied the rest of your face. It looked pale. Dark, purplish circles framed your eyes, and had the hollows of your cheeks sunken in, if ever so slightly? You didn’t look healthy at least.

And now you couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t relax, you couldn’t find peace. Even now, your breathing were too light, and your hands were clammy. Meanwhile, you were so exhausted, you really needed your rest. But just that thought diminished your ability of sleeping even more.

Your head hurt and your body ached while your legs were tingling. Slowly, and carefully you turned on the tap, just a little. Then, you brought your hands under the water stream and washed your face and hands with the cold water. It calmed you down a little bit, but not enough. You quickly dried your face on a nearby towel, and returned to stare into the mirror.

Only this time you didn’t just see yourself.

There was someone standing behind you in the doorway to the bathroom, you had left the door open when you escaped to the room to calm yourself down and drink some water. You could only see the dark silhouette, intently watching you.

You didn’t react as you were supposed to, not at all. As a hunter, you should fight for yourself, or try to run. In summary; just act. But this time, you completely froze. A gasp got caught in your throat, your eyes widened and you lost all capability to move your body as a wave of electrical fear rushed through it, all the way out to your fingertips.

The silhouette began to slowly move towards you, uttering something that you couldn’t comprehend. You could hear its voice, but you could neither place or understand the words. It felt far away. Instead, you began trembling, as you still were completely frozen. The silhouette only got closer, and you could only watch.

”Woah, (Y/N)! Do you hear me?” The voice started making sense. At the same time the silhouette came close enough to be reached by the fluorescent light; and you realized that it was Dean.

The gasp managed to escape, and finally, you could breath. Dean moved slowly, concerned and slight shock in his green orbs, he hadn’t foreseen that you would react like this. His hands were wearily outstretched towards you, showing his palms as he continued talking calmingly to you. You slowly relaxed, and Dean noticed this. For the last steps towards you, he picked up a more natural tempo.

As he reached you, he placed his large hands on your shoulders. His eyes met and locked with yours, although you’d rather just stare at the floor, you couldn’t break the glance.

”(Y/N), are you okay, kiddo?” Worry laced his words. ”What happened?”

”I d-don’t know.” Your voice was raspy.

”How are you feeling?” Dean asked again, as you didn’t answer his first question. He wouldn’t let it go.

You looked into his eyes, how much you just wanted to look away. Dean always had this ability to make you talk, it was something with him that always made you spill. Same went for Sammy. That’s why you tended to avoid them in these times. Because, although it didn’t really make sense, it was easier to keep it to yourself. To keep it locked down far away was easier than to put it into words. It was scary to share these things. Especially this; it was too dark. So you kept it inside, or at least tried, and suffered alone.

”I’m fine.” It was a complete and utter lie, and Dean knew this.

He let out a dry, humorless chuckle. ”Don’t you get it? I can see that you’re not — easy, in a long way.”

You slowly blinked. Was all the time you spent on trying to hide this lost, good for nothing? And if that case, how? How could he see it when you worked so hard to keep a strong — no perfect — facade up?

He saw the confusion in your eyes, and answered your unspoken question. ”Because I’ve spent most of life to over watching my younger siblings. (Y/N), I’m telling you, if there’s anyone who knows your patterns and… anything, it’s me.”

You realized he was right, and you had been foolish to think that you could hide this.

For the first time, you were able to break eye contact. Dean instantly tired to catch your gaze, his face coming closer, but you stared intently at the floor.

”So, I’m gonna ask again, and you’re gonna be honest; what’s wrong?” His tone was stern but still gentle.

”Uhm…” You didn’t know what to say. ”I’m tired.”


”I’m exhausted. And I can’t sleep.” You confessed, as you slowly looked upwards again.

”Do you feel sick? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t look too peachy.” His eyes scanned you, you saw something, you saw pain. Pain for your sake, and you felt horrible. But, the more you thought about it, it made sense. He loved you; of course he was suffering with you.

”Just drained.” True. ”But… But there’s this darkness. I-I don’t know how to describe it.”

”I know, sis. I know how you feel.” He nodded.

There was a moment of silence, before you spoke up again. ”Do you think I can do it?” You voice trembled, and was filled with disbelief.

”Of course. You’re my little sister, aren’t you?” He nudged you, and a faint smile pulled on the corners of your lips. ”No, but you’re crazy strong, both Sammy and I think that. And I believe in you, you’ve got this.”

You let out a deep breath and nodded.

”Come here, super girl.” Dean spoke, and pulled you into a tight hug, a hug that you apparently really needed.

He had his arms wrapped around you, radiating warmth to your now quite cold statue. You took in his scent and listened to his heartbeat. He placed his chin on top of your head, and rubbed his hand over your back.

You felt safe and relaxed in a way that you haven’t in a long time, and you concluded that no matter how old you got, you older brother’s embrace would always have this positive effect on you.

”Sam and I will help you feel better. And you don’t have to be scared, we won’t let anything happen to you. We’ve got your back, okay?”

”M’kay.” You responded, your voice muffled from speaking into his shoulder. ”I’ve got your back too.” You added, your words brave.

Now it was Dean’s turn to smile. It meant a lot to him.

He was severely worried about you, about your health and what awaited you. Nevertheless, he could feel the ache around his chest slightly releasing as you had a much more lighthearted tone on your voice. He had meant what he said, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, the time became fluent. It didn’t matter anyhow, because the hug felt relaxing, comforting and just great.

”Love you Dean.”

”Love you too, (Y/N).”

Night on the town, part 12

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 3389

Warning: Language, Angst

Part 11

Life back on the ship returned to normal.  Well about as normal as a ship full of people, who could not get away from each other for the next several years, could be.  Joanna had made her tearful apology to you a few days after returning to the ship.  She truly seemed excited to know she would have a sibling in the coming months and asked if she could come visit when the baby was born.  Plans would have to be made with Starfleet, but both you and Leonard had hoped it would be possible.  

Weeks turned into months rather quickly.  It was not long before your uniforms were becoming tighter and a baby bump appeared. While you loved your friends, after the seventh person came up to you to rub your stomach, you lost it.  It could have been the hormones, but you made sure that Leonard knew it.  You had dragged him into the office with you and went on for a good twenty minutes how everyone seemed to think your abdomen was public domain.  It ended with a spectacular display of tears, the likes Leonard had not ever seen from you.  Once you had napped and had a dinner consisting of a hamburger dripping with mustard and pickles you were back to your mostly sane self.

Leonard was not sure how he would make it through the next twenty weeks with a crazy pregnant wife. Thankfully, he and Jim shared bottles of alcohol often when you had late shift.  It was one of the few things that kept him from launching himself out the airlock.  There were also nights that Jim would sit with you completely sober, and just talk about nothing important.  There were many jokes and teasing about your crazy hormones but he never took it too far. He was by far the friend that kept things easy and calm.  Which was one of the many reasons why you and Leonard sat him down one day to ask him to be the baby’s Godfather.

“You want me to do what? Why?  I am the last person in the galaxy you want to be a role model for your kid.  You two have lost your minds.”  Jim chugged down half his drink in a go.  In his mind, he was petrified and honored at the same time.  He was awful around kids.  They do all sorts of weird things and smelled even weirder.

You smiled at him knowing that look on his face.  “Jim, this baby would not be here without you.  You were the one that had pushed both of us to maintain this relationship. Leonard would not be the person he is today without you.”  This earned a scoffing noise from the grumpy man beside you, to which you kissed his lips lightly before continuing.  “Who came all the way to Maine to make sure I didn’t leave Starfleet or Leonard?”

Jim looked up from his glass showing half a smile.  In his mind, all the things he had done were not a big deal.  He did not see it as any extra effort; it was just what people did for their friends.  

“But we want you to understand though, if you accept this, it also means if something happens to Leonard and I… We want you to…”  Jim held a hand up stopping you.

“If something happens to you and Bones?  Meaning I get your kid if you both die?  That’s what being a Godfather will entail?  You want me to take your kid and raise it when you both die?  Now I know you both have lost your minds.”  Leonard sighed loudly setting his face down on the table while you looked at Jim with your own smirk.

“Well this baby has made me a little crazy.  But we are serious, neither one of our families are really prepared for something like that.  Jim you would be amazing at showing this little one the galaxy.  You are brilliant, brave, and you know how to get yourself out of trouble in the blink of an eye.  Plus you are backup.  I don’t plan on dying and leaving my kid for anyone else.  Though, neither did my parents… And look what happened there.” Your intention had been to keep it light, but the thought of your parents’ deaths popped up when thinking about leaving your own baby alone in the galaxy.  The somber look on your face softened Jim.

“You both really think I wouldn’t screw up your kid?”  Leonard lifted his head from the table.

“Jim it’s my kid.  You can’t screw it up any worse than I will.” Rolling your eyes, you shoved Leonard’s shoulder.

“How about neither one of you screw up this kid and just be the good people you are.  Damn you two are annoying as hell.”  Both men laughed as you huffed.  You pointed a finger between them.  “Listen up; this is how it is going to go.  Jim you are going to be this baby’s godfather and you will like it. You will vow to take care of him or her and teach it all the trouble you know.  Leonard, you, will be a great father as you already are.  If something happens to either one of us or both of us then, Jim will step up and help in what ever way you can.  Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”  They answered in unison.

“Good.  Now get drunk or whatever you need to.  I need to pee again.”  

After that discussion, Jim had stepped up to his godfather role.  He was suggesting names often and made sure you were comfortable and not standing too long when he would see you.  It got on Leonard’s nerves but when didn’t Jim get on Leonard’s nerves?  Jim argued that it was necessary for him to know the sex of the baby so he could prepare himself for whatever it was.  Especially if it was a girl.  It would take a lot of preparation for him to be ready for a girl. “Like what the hell do you do with a girl?”

You stuck to your guns and you made sure that Leonard had no access to your medical records during the pregnancy.  As well as threatening M’Benga within an inch of his life that he would not leak whatever he knew to Leonard or anyone else.  Everyone was just going to have to wait until the baby decided to make his or her entrance into the world.  Plus it was fun watching Leonard get whiney about it.  It was one of the many joys of being married and pregnant, annoying your husband.

Just because you were pregnant, though, it did not stop the rest of the galaxy from moving and going about their lives.  There were several more missions for Starfleet that were completed.  As well as away missions, rescue missions… Too many damn missions to count when it came down to it.  Most days were exhausting.  The faces were all a blur by the time you would crawl into your bed at the end of your shifts.  Time was passing so quickly that you could hardly believe that you only had a month left before you would be holding your sweet baby in your arms.  You kept in contact often with your grandfather and Leonard’s mother, keeping them updated on how you were feeling and what was happening in the far reaches of space.

Both wanted you to come home for the birth, but there just wasn’t the time for the Enterprise to make it back to Earth.  Moreover, the Enterprise really was home now.  Your family, Leonard and the crew needed you just as much as you needed them. Especially with as much trouble everyone got in.  There would always be a need for a less grumpy doctor on board.

The Enterprise was on its way to a summit on a planet that had petitioned for alliance with Starfleet. A typical routine mission for James T. Kirk and the Enterprise.  Over the time you had known him, he had been able to talk his way out of a great deal of trouble.  He had rescued countless people as the expense of his own safety and he brought you and Leonard back together.  Making him the perfect choice for mediator.  

It started as a typical day. Leonard had been called to the medbay early in the morning to assist M’Benga with a delicate surgery. Normally you would have been happy to help but you had hardly slept the previous night due to late call.  By the time you woke in the morning it was nearly 1000 hours.  Jim found you sitting at a table alone in the mess hall staring at a PADD as you picked at your breakfast.  He sat down in front of you with a raised brow.  “How is there food still on your plate?  Last week you ate two full plates before anyone else had one.”

You frowned at him as you set the PADD down on the table.  “So you calling me fat, Jim?”

He nearly choked on his coffee as he tried to come up with a response.  “[Y/N] no… I didn’t mean that!  I mean… Ahh shit come on you know I didn’t mean that.  You are gorgeous.  I just meant you have barely touched your plate.”  A smirk appeared on your lips.  You really enjoyed when he tried to pull his boot out of his mouth.

“I’m not really hungry. It’s hard to have an appetite when a child has pushed up all your organs leaving a miniscule space for your stomach and any food one might want to eat.”  The look on his face was priceless and it caused you to laugh.

“That sounds horrible. You can’t eat?  Isn’t this the time you are supposed to be able to eat anything you want?  Pregnancy just sounds like one problem after another.”  He then proceeded to shovel his mouth full before expressing his extreme satisfaction with his meal.  “See? This is pretty damn good.  I would be pissed if I couldn’t eat.”  He may be captain of the Enterprise and a good friend, but sometimes Jim was just a plain ol’ goofball that needed a good smack upside the head.  Too bad your large belly prevented quick movement of any kind.

Fortunately, the rest of your meal went far better.  The two of you chatted and you watched while he finished his plate and yours.  Just as you were about to leave for medbay you received a comm asking you to evaluate one of the ensigns on the bridge for dizziness. Jim said he would escort you since he was on his way there.  As you stood in the lifts waiting to reach the bridge, the little one gave a strong kick causing you to gasp quietly.  Jim reacted quickly.

“[Y/N], what is it? You okay?”  Laughing quietly, you nodded to him.  

“Yes, I’m fine.  The baby was just letting me know I am not moving enough.”  You took his hand, setting it on the last spot the baby had kicked.  Pressing lightly the baby responded instantly kicking again, protesting any pressure on your abdomen.  Jim laughed, before looking up to you with a large grin.

“That is amazing!  I can’t believe you get to feel that every day.”

“Yeah well it feels different from the inside but I agree it is amazing.”  The pair of you were distracted for the moment until a loud crashing sound and shaking of the lifts sent you both off your feet, making impact with the wall then the floor.  The emergency lighting engaged darkening the lift faintly.  There was a pain in your side as you lifted your head from the floor. You had hit the rail on the wall before falling.  “Jim…”

He groaned as he pulled himself over to where you were.  There was blood trickling from a laceration on his forehead. “[Y/N], you alright? The baby okay?”

“I don’t know.  I hit the railing.  Something hurts badly. I need to get to the medbay.”  He nodded moving into a sitting position.

“Kirk to Scotty.  We need to beam Dr. McCoy to the medbay from the lifts.  She needs to get checked out now.”  There was the sound of much commotion as Scotty replied.

“Cap’in aye can’t. The transporters are down.  It migh’ be ‘ours for aye can gettum back. Aye ‘ave teams workin’ now.”  Some of the words were garbled by whatever the damage was.

“Just get them working. I don’t care what you need to do.” Jim had a sheen of sweat appear on his forehead.  “Send a team to start working on getting the lifts working.  If we can’t beam we need to get her there somehow.”

The baby moved slowly with a soft kick, letting you know he or she was all right for the moment.  The pain though was slowing increasing.  Over the next few minutes and several comms, you were made aware of the fill situation.  The ship had been fired upon by an unknown vessel and it had damaged the ship’s shields and sent many systems offline.  Like the ones for the transporters and the lifts.  Spock was currently negotiating with the vessel to cease further fire.  

Leonard was still in the sickbay and was now quite frantic about your entrapment.  You told him to stay and take care of injuries and you would figure out what needed to be done for now in the lifts.  In the back of your mind, you knew something was not right but you were not going to let him know that.  There were sounds of people working on the lifts and you could only hope that they would fix it soon.

“Jim can you see where my tricorder went?  I don’t think I can move right now with this pain.”  He looked around finding it towards the door passing it quickly to you.

“Please tell me you are okay.  I can’t fix this kind of stuff [Y/N].  This is Bones’ area.  Please be okay.”  Flashing him a small smile, you ran the tricorder over your abdomen, praying that it was just bruising.  


“Shit what?  What’s wrong?”  He grabbed it from you trying to read what it said.  

“There is a bleed behind the placenta.  Trauma can cause it, like when I hit the railing.”  A frantic look appeared quickly.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Means I need to get to the medbay and deliver this baby. Damn it, Leonard is going to lose his mind.” Leaning your head back against the wall, you sighed loudly.  

“We will figure out how to get you out of here I promise.  I am not going to let anything happen to you.”  You closed your eyes with a smile.

“I know you won’t.  I just need to figure out what to do.”  You sat silently for a few moments when a different type of pain gripped your abdomen.  This time it was low feeling like a severe cramp, a contraction. Trying not to scare Jim any further, you tried to be silent.  Nevertheless, he was watching your face and saw the brief grimace of pain.

“More pain?”  You nodded at him as it started to ease. “What can I do?”

“Nothing at the moment. It was a contraction, probably from the pressure of the bleeding and the trauma.”  Jim’s face went pale with utter fear.  It took a few moments to calm him down though when the next contraction hit the cycle started all over again.  He commed Scotty twice more, yelling that he better get his ass moving and get you out of there.  Scotty could only do so much so fast and he was trying everything he could think of.

The pains were coming closer together and after another scan of the tricorder, the pocket of blood had increased by five millimeters.  “Great.” Jim looked over afraid to ask what you meant by that.  You opened your mouth to answer but were quickly interrupted by a gush of fluid from between your legs.  Jim’s blue eyes went wide and he actually scooted away from you in fear.  Even though the whole situation was anything but funny, you could not help but laugh.  “Oh today is getting better and better.”

“Please tell me you just peed yourself.  Because if it’s anything else I swear to God, I am going to…  Actually, you know what.  I don’t even know what the hell I will do.  Just tell me you peed yourself.”  That only made you laugh harder until another pain hit causing you to gasp and hold your belly.

“Umm no.  I did not.  My water just broke and this is about to get real in here, Jim.  The abruption can cause a rapid labor because the placenta is being forced to separate.  Which can be really bad.  This baby needs to come out soon before it dies.  Do you understand me?”  He nodded. “Good.  Now just hold my hand for now.  I need someone to help me through this.”

It was not long before you were forced to tell Leonard what was going on.  The panic in his voice broke your heart as he yelled at you to hang on and he would crawl down there if he had to.  Scotty’s teams were working as fast as they could to release the lift.  The systems were working against them and damage to the lift was making it worse. Within the hour, the pains were unbearable and there were tears streaming down your cheeks.  Jim was doing everything he could to help you. His words of encouragement were the only things that were getting you through.  The fear of losing your baby overruled just about everything in your mind. But he kept reminding you to breathe and get through the next pain.  The tricorder let you know that the baby was still stable in there and the occasional kick helped.

Towards the end of the second hour things moved rapidly.  One moment you were squeezing Jim’s hand, breathing, and the next you felt as though the only thing you could do was push.  “Jim… you need to get my panties off, now.”  

His head popped up quickly. “Why?”

“Because the baby is coming now and it will be difficult for you to deliver this kid with my underwear on. I know you know how to take off a woman’s underwear.  Pull them off now!”  You growled loudly at him as you tried to keep from pushing.

“I did not sign up for this!”  Jim said with a shake of his head.  His warm hands moving under your uniform dress to pull your panties down.  

“Shut up and listen. Take off your uniform shirt you will need to wrap the baby in it.  Then use one of your bootlaces to tie the cord… It has to be tight.  Okay?  Jim do you understand what I am saying.”  He nodded quickly as sweat dripped down his cheeks.  You could hear voices around the lift.  Hopefully the engineering team was almost finished.  There was not time to worry about it now.  This baby was not waiting.

Leaning up on your arms you bent your legs and pushed with the next pain.  God did it hurt but it felt far better than not pushing.  You told Jim how to count for you and what to look for.  Just before the head crowned something felt very wrong.  There were black spots before your eyes and a ringing started in your ears.  Your head felt like it was swimming.  “Damn it.” You whispered quietly to yourself. Consciousness was not going to stay with you long.  There was more noise around you but it was difficult to concentrate.  Movement perhaps, you could not tell.  

“Holy shit I can see the head.  Keeping pushing [Y/N] come on.”  Jim’s voice sounded far away but it was the only thing you could focus on.  Trying to pull every bit of energy you had, you pushed as hard as you could.  There was a release of the pain and pressure as the baby slid into Jim’s waiting hands. The last thing you heard before you blacked out was, “It’s a girl!”

Part 13

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What He Has

Kirishima Week Day 4 (July 4th): Ayato

Summary: Hinami watches Ayato, Touka and Kaneki– now a family– and she realises that all she longs for, is all that Ayato has. In other words, Hinami overthinking about stuff and being jealous of Ayato and his family. (2.5k words) 

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written Ayahina in a more negative light and it hurts a lot. I was supposed to write something else for today but I sidetracked with this headcanon I had all of a sudden. I don’t know what I feel about writing a birthday fic for Ayato where Hinami is borderline hating him… For @kirishima-week (tagging because for some strange reason, tumblr is a bitch to me and it randomly never puts any of my posts up in a few tags and I don’t want this to go missing as well). 

Read here for Touka’s birthday fic and here for my other Kirishima Week posts! ^^ 

🐠🐰 Happy Birthday Kirishima Ayato! 🐰🐠

Please do reblog if you enjoyed this fic!


But even then, she can’t help it. Hinami wants what he has.

The green-eyed demon snickers in her ears, whispering blasphemous suggestions and raising vile thoughts. Hate him, it seems to say, hate the boy who has everything you desire but dared to turn his back on it.

Ayato left Touka. He had his reasons— reasons which, for some reason, she can’t seem to recall— but even then, how could he just leave? She remembers Touka’s withdrawn features whenever she looking out the window, mind imprisoned between thoughts and opinions she never was privy to. She knows Ayato had to be a part of it— that he had to be Touka’s biggest worry and concern back before things really fell apart. She knows that as much as Touka loves and cares for her, Hinami will always be a spot behind him. She was never able to be him. She was never able to fill in for the void he left in her. The most she could be, was a mere replacement— a pseudo-sister to fill partly the pain of a lost brother.

And in the worst of cases, if she ever is made to choose in some kind of life-and-death situation, Touka will rush to rescue Ayato over her— that, Hinami was sure of without a doubt.

Onii-chan too now…

How is it that Ayato, the one who seemed to detest Kaneki so much at one point, is the one who’s truly related to him now? How is it that Hinami, who longs for a sibling like Kaneki, is the one who’s utterly alone now? She’s not just alone, she’s the sole loner. She isn’t in the same situation as the now-married Kaneki. 

She’s the only loser without a family.

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Lost Without You - Bellamy Blake

A/N: okay so this is like my first headcannon so pls don’t judge that hard i really did try but enjoy xx

Originally posted by prettylitteteengirl

  • you were trapped in mount weather and tried to escape with clarke but you both lost each other in the woods when you jumped in the lake
  • you had been hiding in the woods for the past few nights from both the grounders and mountain men looking for you
  • you had seen scouting missions cross your path and it wasn’t until you saw monroe in one of the missions that you had made yourself known with the guard
  • someone had carried you back and bc you were totally exhausted and too weak and monroe ran ahead and got theme to open the gate
  • and aw poor bell would wonder why the gates opening again bc the grounders treat had gotten so big lately and so he struts over
  • and seeing your poor tired body in someone else’s arms would’ve brokEN HIM
  • he would be cRUSHED and then he would’ve come to the realisation and bounced into action 
  • he’d rush for abby and literally drag her to medical
  • he would never leave ur side 
  • like sleep on the ground bc the chair was so uncomfortable 
  • octavia would come in for support bc she knows her brother and he was always there for her so she’d know she had to be there for him
  • ‘we all need some rest bell, maybe you should just at least take a nap’
  • ‘i lost her once and i won’t lose her again, not now, not ever’
  • and O would just nod and understand bc you have had such an impact on bell’s life and she’s prayin u wake up
  • the siblings would sit together on the floor just waiting for u wake up and they’d have such good time (but like as much they could waiting for u)
  • u wouldn’t be out for too long but enough to give everyone a scare
  • and no one would tell him what was happening bc like as soon as they heard one cough everyone would be surrounding you and shoved the two siblings out of the way so they would result to sitting on the floor (yet again)
  • and when he finally got to see you, he’d face would be so hopeful and you’d send him a small smile and aw that reunion would bf so cute
  • and then the world would not give him a break like he’d be called for scouting missions or meetings w clarke like the works and he’d just come home overnight and long want to see u so much but strict bed rest for u
  • buT ONE DAY omg
  • he’d just come back from a meeting and he’d been so busy being worked to his grave tbh
  • and u finally had been able to stand up on your own and walk and it would be so cute
  • you’d have the biggest smile on you face omggggggg
  • and like your eyes would meet and he’f do that little short breath scoff thingy bc he can’t believe what he’s seeing 
  • and y’all meet in the middle and you practically jump on him and he hugs you so tight and its so cute
  • and u never wanna let go and neither does he but like when he goes to loosen his grip but you don’t and he lets out a small chuckle bc you missed him as much as he missed you
  • and like it’d be a happy ending as much as it could be in your circumstances

Zaimoku is my lowkey fave underdog duo so

All the sextuplets deal with being lost in the shuffle of being identical siblings in their own way, but Kara and Todo imo are the two that want to be noticed the most. They long to be recognized and to stand out, especially amongst their brothers; if a person came up to either of them on the street because they were drawn to their personal charm/looks/fashion/etc. that would honestly be The Dream for both of them.

Since they have that in common, they could hypothetically help each other out. Totty could learn to be more sincere with himself instead of trying to look good in the eyes of others from Kara, and Kara could learn better social skills/how to live in reality from Totty.

anonymous asked:

Romanced Companions and Sole telling Shaun they will get a sibling :3?(Let's say Curie and danse are fertile)

Cait: She finds it tricky. How was she meant to know what to say? The fact that she was carrying Sole’s child was enough to think about, let alone telling the other lad about it. They both approach him carefully, Cait holding their hand and actually trembling slightly. She was terrified all the way through their little speech but when Shaun’s face brightened she managed a small smile. Thank God that was over with.

Curie: Curie was very excitable. She couldn’t wait to see the look on young Shaun’s face! Sole has to calm her down a bit, just for her own safety and they both approach the young boy together. Sole and her stand there for a while, before Curie blurts almost everything out. Shaun looks confused at first and for a moment, Curie had this sinking feeling in her chest. Did she say it wrong? Sole reassures her with gripping her hand tighter and the boy grins in delight at the thought of a new sibling. Phew.

Paladin Danse: A few moments before Sole came into the room, Danse was sat on their bed, lost in thought. It still puzzled him how a thing like him could ever have a child. He always dreamed of it, he always longed for it - but since he found out he was a Synth he was almost certain that he couldn’t have a child. However, here he was, just about to tell Shaun that he is going to have a kid. Sole and him approach them together and Danse doesn’t join in the conversation, only throwing in small agreements or nods. He can’t help smiling when he sees Shaun’s happy face however.

Deacon: Deacon absolutely cannot wait to tell Shaun the good news. He had been wanting to be a father ever since he first settled down with Barbara. Finally, now was his chance to start anew, start a family of mini-Deacons. Deacon takes Sole’s hand and leads them out into the open, where Shaun was playing. They both approach him and Deacon tells some huge story about the facts of life and when Shaun finally kind of understands a small smile creeps across his face. The three embrace, excited and hopeful for the future. 

MacCready: He had this all planned out, first him and Sole would tell Shaun and then he’d set back out for the Capital Wasteland to get Duncan. They could be the little trio together, here in the Commonwealth, their new home with MacCready’s new partner. He lets Sole take the lead, Shaun was her son after all, kinda. The young lad seemed kind of disheartened, but once MacCready reassured him that just because they were having a child it didn’t mean they were going to disregard him, MacCready took great delight on seeing the happiness on Shaun’s bright face. 

Hancock: Hancock really did think he was the luckiest guy in the Commonwealth. He had already told the entirety of Goodneighbour, and now one person remained. How was he going to tell Shaun? That his mom and this random ghoul just decided to have a kid? He hoped to god he didn’t feel like he was gonna be replaced. Sole and him do approach the kid in the end and he hangs back, letting them explain slowly, before joining in after a while. Hancock wasn’t expecting him to take this news well, but he did. Thank God.

Preston Garvey: Preston is utterly terrified about telling Sole’s Shaun about their expected child. He couldn’t bring himself to it. What if the kid didn’t want him to be the father of their sibling? What if he screwed everything up? He tells Sole that he’d much rather them have a heart-to-heart conversation with their son without him. He would just cause too much trouble.

Piper: She couldn’t believe she was pregnant. Heck she couldn’t believe she pregnant with Sole’s child. And telling Shaun? This was gonna be hard. She didn’t want to feel like she was replacing Sole’s wife from before the war and she definitely didn’t want to completely ignore Shaun whenever the baby did arrive. Sole and her do tell him eventually and in the end she is glad they did, it lifted a lot of weight from her shoulders.

X6-88: He really wasn’t aware that he could produce another piece of life with a human partner, let alone another Synth. He admits, the situation wasn’t planned, but he was slightly. What was the word? Excited. About being a father. He didn’t particularly understand why the Synth “Shaun” needed to know about Sole’s and his child but if it satisfied Sole, he was happy to say whatever was needed.

New Beginnings

A/N: Hello Everyone! Here is Part 2 to this little mini series! I hope you guys enjoy because I had a lot of fun writing this! I sincerely apologize if it feels like the ending ends too quickly.. I was just so excited to get it out for you guys. So without further ado lets jump right in~ As always the characters do not belong to me. 

Read Part 1 here. This is Part 2.

Crossing the threshold between room and corridor sent a new wave of restlessness down Nesta’s spine. The reaction spread through her limbs leaving behind skin hypersensitive to any form of touch. This immediately caused her to be fully aware of the fabric hugging her curves and skimming against the length of her legs. This also caused her to wince once a summer breeze from the garden brushed her long locks aside in effort to cool the heated skin.

However, the slender fingers wrapped around Nesta’s settled every surging emotion into an immediate halt. It was at times like this where her mind would pool with unnecessary concerns and harbor toxic emotions. She was an over thinker engrossed with worst case scenarios and solutions to escape them. But today wouldn’t give Nesta a reason to think upon unfavorable outcomes and how to avoid them. No, Nesta would quiet her mind and push aside her pessimistic qualities, for today would be one of the happiest. Certainly, no escape plan or solution was necessary.

With an inhale and slight shake of her head she took in her surroundings desperate to find something to focus on. It was a pathetic attempt to calm the inescapable nerves but worked better than expected.

While Feyre locked the door from behind Nesta took in the burning crimson light, indicating the descent of the sun. Each red glare shone from beyond the garden into the corridor finding a place to settle upon the walls and floor.

The corridor in fact was lined only with ancient stone. Some were fractured, others pristine but nearly all of them were covered with greenery. Taking a closer look the rock was decorated with thick grape vines. Each vine tangled and clung to the stone forming intricate patterns and swirls almost like Illyrian tattoos. A smile grew at the thought.

Down below upon the floor rested candles sitting inside white lanterns. Scents such as lavender and jasmine swirled into the air hoping to please any nose strolling through. It definitely pleased hers.

With a tug from Feyre, Nesta begun to take her first steps towards the end. With each motion Nesta felt the pull of the gown’s short train against the ground. Her mind however was too preoccupied on the nearing view of the garden to notice.

As each second passed Nesta begun to gather pieces of information as they slowly revealed themselves to her. She still couldn’t see beyond the decent of the path outside the corridor no matter how much her eyes strained. But, she could grasp how the sky blended from multiple colors such as red, orange, and pink. The sight was something Nesta always envisioned Feyre painting.

Glancing over to her sister she could see it too. She could feel just how much Feyre longed to return to her paint brushes. To press colors onto a blank canvas until all time is lost.

Nesta gave a reasuring squeeze with her fingers just as a voice called from behind.

The two glanced over their shoulders to find their youngest sibling parading down the hallway nearing them. With each stride the same grey dress she wore—twin to Feyre’s—swayed carefully against her. Occupying both her hands were three bundles of bouquets. Two out of the three bundles were multiple white flowers consisting of lilacs and white hydrangeas. The other bundle, slightly different from the other two consisted of the same white flowers but also contained baby’s breath, eucalyptus greenery and red carnation flowers. The pop in color honored seven red siphons which Nesta knew all too well.

A huge smile was plastered on Elain’s face. It was almost contagious as Nesta felt a tug upon both corners of her own lips. Giving into the urge Nesta grasped the bouquet with red carnations, testing the weight. Alongside her Feyre did the same and proceeded to break their intertwined fingers only to loop her arm through Nesta’s. Not a moment later Elain did the same on Nesta’s left mirroring the High Lady.

“Ready?” Her voice barely came out as an audible whisper. It seemed as though she was more anxious than Nesta.

“Yes,” Nesta spoke without hesitation after the moment of silence. “I always will be.”

With that the three continued to close the distance towards the entry into the gardens. Each of their dresses rustled with the distant sound of footwear tapping against the floor. Several golden brown waves tumbling down around them all swung with the breeze and it was evident how stunning they looked together.

It wasn’t long until the three women reached the stone arch overlooking a path down. The same path of stone lined with candles led down to an area where everyone was located. At the end of the walkway stood a wooden arch dressed with flowers, vines, and leaves. There were even candles hanging from it. Each of their flames danced with the wind in celebration and danced in excitement towards the lingering power beneath Nesta’s skin.

However, the true spectacle was the view from beyond the arch. Just ahead of the gathering below laid the full sight of the mountain range which Nesta received a glimpse of before. The mountains were so tall that the peaks disappeared past several lingering clouds surrounding them. It made her feel so small. Smaller than ever before but oddly safe as well.

Several pairs of eyes finally laid themselves onto the sisters whilst they walked down. Each of them held their chin high and posture straight as a dagger.

From the corner of Nesta’s grey eyes she could spot Mor and Amren standing to the arch’s left. On the right stood Rhysand and Azreil.

Mor donned a simple and elegant silver gown. It didn’t show as much skin as Nesta expected but the dress flattered Mor nonetheless. Sometimes she didn’t need to display skin to show how beautiful she was. She was stunning not only in physical appearance but in personality and character as well. Though Nesta and Mor shared a rough introduction with one another they got along with time. These past few years were proof of that.

Standing a few feet beside her was Amren. Amren out of everyone remained the most subtle. The silver gown she wore rested upon the curve of her shoulders and  seemed to feel snug against her muscular form. The jet black hair was sharp as ever, barely reaching the skin of her collarbone. Nesta realized she begun to stare once Amren’s eyes flickered up to hers. The usual smoke curling within wasn’t there anymore due to the war years ago. No matter how long its been, Nesta missed the mysterious nature behind them and how they could scare even the most feral creatures. But Amren still had that effect on people and fae.

The two men opposite from the women all wore their own variation of a tunic.

Rhysand out of three wore an all black tunic with silver accents and minimal designs. For extra dramatic flare he wore a very noticeable black cape currently billowing in the background with the wind. His stance was formal and that of a worthy High Lord. His arms were sneakily crossed behind his back and once Nesta set her eyes on him he didn’t flash his troublesome smirk or usual wink. He instead dipped his head low almost in a bow eyes on hers the entire time. It was a sign of respect, one that doesn’t happen often.

Azriel wore something similar but donned pieces of his royal armor as well. Sometimes you could never be too careful no matter how much peace has spread. A lesson they all learned too well was that everyone could still have a target on their back.

He looked handsome as his shaggy hair was groomed and smoothed to the side. Those hazel eyes were looking at one person and one person only, Elain. If Nesta didn’t know any better she noticed Elain glancing right back.

Then, the final pair of eyes caught hers. The hazel within burned into molten gold as they swept up and down her body. She could see his thoughts clearly written all over his face. He didn’t need to say it aloud for her to know how stunning he thought she looked.

She could imagine her expressions showed the same. If only the sight of him didn’t prompt such a reaction out of her. She felt like a young teenage girl laying eyes on her first crush. Though in reality she wouldn’t have it any other way right now. No matter how old he was he couldn’t contain his excitement either.

Cassian stood slightly right of the wooden arch’s center waiting for her to close the remaining gap between them.

Taking him in fully his hair was evenly trimmed and groomed for the special occasion. He too, like Azriel wore a black tunic with hints of armor locked onto his broad shoulders, waist, and shins. His wings behind extended out ruffling a bit until comfortably settling themselves together. The scars a lighter shade than the membrane widened. The same scars that soon became a symbol not only to Cassian but to his enemies as well. They represent how he escaped death on more than one occasion. It was even a miracle that his wings were fully functioning after what seemed irreparable.

The seconds to the end arrived quicker than expected. Turns out staring at Cassian made time pass rapidly. As the thought formed Nesta almost heard the deep chuckle in the back of her mind.

The sisters all paused together. They all glanced at one another and squeezed each others fingers. Elain and Feyre took a step back watching Nesta mount the steps up. It was time they handed her off the the male ahead. Just how their father wanted.

Cassian extended his hand towards Nesta who skillfully walked up the stairs without stepping on her train. She slid her hand into his allowing him to pull her up slightly.

Having him beside her was dream. She couldn’t picture anyone else sharing this moment with her. She couldn’t picture anyone else whom would stand beside her as a friend, a lover, and most importantly an equal.

The priestess soon approached the two who were so wrapped up within each other. Her white smile beamed sensing the years worth of history between them. Without wasting a second more she spoke.

“Welcome all.” Her hands gestured to the Inner Circle below. “I’m pleased to initiate the joining of two incredibly diverse people. One born fae and one born human turned into fae by the cauldron itself.”

The priestess shifted her gaze towards Cassian. The navy blue cloak she wore became stark against her jet black hair. It rustled each time she moved.

“Today marks a special day within both your lives,” the priestess continued projecting her voice beyond to everyone.

However, no matter how much Nesta tried to focus on the woman’s words she yet again became lost within Cassian’s presence. She wasn’t the only guilty one though. He seemed just as wrapped up within Nesta as she was with him. Their smiles and longing looks practically gave them away.

After a few minutes the priestess cleared her throat while lifting her hands towards Nesta’s and Cassian’s. The pair gave their respective palms to the priestess for her to only place them on top one another. She then wrapped a piece of red string around their hands tying it into a small bow. After finishing she placed her own hand perpendicular to theirs.

“Cassian, General of the Night Court, Lord of Bloodshed, and fellow Illyrian. Will you promise to uphold your promises to Nesta? Will you promise to stand by her no matter the situation? To protect and support? To love and forgive? To be equals, friends, lovers, and family?” She questioned.

Cassian looked to Nesta, he squeezed her hand as a small smile formed. Those eyes were filled with such genuine emotion that it made her wonder. Wonder about how she possibly found someone such as himself. How did she get lucky enough to find a person who accepts her flaws? The powers lurking underneath should send anyone running for the hills but his feet are firmly planted and they never plan on moving.

“I promise,” he spoke looking at her while doing so.

In response her traitorous heart resumed its thunderous beating. Hearing those two words escape him sent her over the edge. She never thought she would hear them, especially directed at her. But here he was promising a life of pain, laughter, friendship, commitment, fear, and love. He promised to share his life with her as husband and as mate.

“Nesta Archeon, Emissary of the Night Court, savior of the lands, and Cauldron born. Do you promise the same? Promise to respect his decisions? Promise to be faithful and loyal? Promise to suffer and laugh through the hard choices in life? Promise to love him until the very end?”

Now it was her turn. For once in her short life she never felt more certain. Without a second thought her words came out before she could even think of it. “I promise.”

The priestess grinned while lifting her hand from Nesta’s and Cassian’s. She loosened the red string tied around their hands and let it fall to the floor. Both Cassian and Nesta glanced down at their fingers.

Cassian’s hand which covered Nesta’s was tattooed. It was similar to Feyre’s tattoo when she became High Lady and made the bargain with Rhysand. This symbolized as a bargain of their own, but more importantly as a promise to each other.

His fingers had a similar pattern of swirls and dips just as the tattoo upon his chest had. There were even little details of moon phases, stars, and solid lines wrapping around his ring finger. It represented his story, the Night Court, and his mate. It made Nesta all the more eager to peak below his hand towards her own.

As he lifted his hand from hers swiftly placing it under palm up she finally saw her own tattoo. Her fingers and palm were covered in designs of its own nature which complimented Cassian’s. Moon phases also wrapped around her ring finger like a wedding band with two solid lines. Swirls stretched from her fingertips blending into her wrists. It was beautiful, truly beautiful.

“I’m elated to announce you both husband and wife. May the stars guide you,” the priestess bowed and completely overlooked Cassian pulling his wife into his embrace. Nesta clung to him not willing to let him go as he held the base of her head and waist. She never felt safer, never felt happier.

Her fingers curled into his now wrinkled tunic pulling him down into a searing kiss. During the exchange she laughed not getting enough of him and how he kept calling her his wife.

“I love you,” he whispered holding either side of her cheeks.

She pressed her forehead to his completely forgetting about those who were watching and mumbled through her watery eyes, “I love you too.”