to you i present this beautiful being the king of my soul

{PART 29} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After a much needed rest, you wake up to find that your world - as a Vampire, is still filled with the same love from Jungkook as it was when you were human. Decisions must be made - but you know that you’ll never have to walk alone.

“Without her, his mind became an empty vessel; filled with crippling emptiness and sorrow. But with her, his days would be forever filled with endless love and possibilities. For that; was the power of her love.

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{Part 1} //{Part 28} {Part 29} {Final Chapter: Part 30}

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Made of skin and bones

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Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha? 

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

1. Wolves

Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.

Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well. 

Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…

- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst

- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home

Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains. 

- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her

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Meant to Be (6)

Meant to Be Masterlist

Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 1874

Warnings: Fluffffff

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

A/N: Tag list is closed. Sorry. 

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I list of seriously under-rated animated movies that Tumblr needs to scream about as much as The Big Four but don’t for some reason:


Reason: It had an openly gay charector. And did not make him into a stereotype, they made him the complete opposite of a “gay stereotype”.They also taught very important lessons about not sinking down to other peoples’ levels, how scarey it can be to be different, why adults have such a big problem with people who are different, ghosts, witches, zombies, the antagonist is literally the ghost of a little girl who was KILLED FOR BEING A WITCH IN SALEM TIMES AND ALL SHE WANTED WAS A FREIND Tumblr you scream about these themes in movies you want and here they are

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Reason: Johnny Depp plays a pet chameleon who is terribly lonely and doesn’t know who he is as a person who ends up stuck in a desert pretending to be a sheriff battling a sharp-shooter snake, that should be reason enough, but it includes Beans, who has a type of panic disorder (yes she’s a lizard and alot of lizards do but the way they made a big deal of it sort of made me think of it more in this term) and the entire story is really centered on finding yourself and that’s precious, plus Johnny Depp plays a lonely lizard do I really need to say anything else?

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Ice Age

Reason: Well to begin with Scrat is the living embodiment of someone from Tumblr, as is Sid, it has Dodo Birds who have a fighting style called “Tai Kwan Dodo”, the first movie is about a mammoth, a sloth, and a Sabertooth Tiger taking care of a human baby, it also deals with alot of dark points like the food chain, betrayal, family genocide, neglect/abandonment on Sid’s part, the death of a mother trying to save her baby (well let’s be honest most animated movies have that for some reason) and these themes tend to persist (although not as heavily) in the other three films, paticuarly, the theme of loneliness and forming your own family out of odds and ends because your blood family isn’t healthy (abusive like Deigo’s, neglectfull like Sid’s, dead like Manny’s oops) Deigo is the king of sarcasm and is somehow charming, let’s be honest Ice Age is gold

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Reason: Shrek DOES appear on Tumblr more than anything else but mostly as a joke and I don’t understand that because Shrek has all the themes Tumblr cries about wanting in movies/kids movies, non-traditional princesses, non-traditional female leads, non-traditional romances, a princess not conforming to beauty standards and a male-lead her loves her not “despite that” but FOR that, he doesn’t “accept her”, he LOVES her, Shrek himself is the definition of a charector Tumblr should love, anti-social, sarcastic, awkward, passionate about food, and Donkey, the sarcasm machine who had hybrid babies with a dragon (again laughing in the face of traditional gender roles y the way) a cross-dressing wolf, a prince who’s actually a selfish mama’s boy, Puss In Boots- and if you don’t love him I just want to know, WHY?- who has his own spinoff movie with another BAMF, non-traditional female-lead who, instead of having to be a loyal princess, is more of a “I love you but let’s not make a big deal of it so I’ll come around when I come around” bandit in her own right, and although I honestly think the hay-day was the first two movies, the latest one DOES have Fiona as the leader of a rebellion war group…

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The Croods

Reason: Besides the explosive humor and adorable animals, it has an amazing female lead, the male lead isn’t just some pretty-boy love interest, he’s actually USEFULL, but I think what I love the most is actually the father role, because he isn’t presented as a clueless push-over, nor a stereotypical “No daughter of mine will __!” type, he actually represents a very accurate portrayal of the difficult to walk line between “I need to protect my family” and “I need to loosen up and let my kids make their own decisions”, he doesn’t do anything out of the “power of being a man” or just wanting his family to do what he says because he’s the leader, he very genuienly is afraid of losing his family because as the days pass the population IS getting thinner and thinner, and like most people, especially most parents, he doesn’t know how to handle that fear without going overboard, it also represents the fear of change without making that in it’s self a joke

The Secret World Of Arrietty

Reason: No animated movie list would be complete without a Ghibli film, but I’m really surprised that Arrietty doesn’t get the same love on Tumblr that Holw’s Moving Castle, Kiki’s Delivery Service, Ponyo, Spirited Away, and other Ghibli films get, it was almost swept under the rug, besides having a common thread on this list with the female lead being strong and independant and having a great family dynamic, I’m mostly impressed with the male lead, who doesn’t take the typical role of a male protagonist by using strength to overcome his obstacles as much as he uses cleverness, Sho (Shawn in the English dub) has a very strong since of compassion and moral values that isn’t usually there in the beginning of the movie for male protagonists, it’s usually a learned trait, but he’s very understanding to start with of Arrietty’s compromising position and only wants a freind, he also has a heart condition that plays a part in his loneliness in the movie, Arrietty, like many Ghibli movies, also ends with the leads remaining only close freinds and not love interests, as well as with going their own ways but hoping to see eachother again, they do so in a way that leaves the ending still sweet, rather than the usual bitter-sweet feel of these sorts of things, not to mention the breath-taking animation is enough to keep your eyes on the screen even if the sweet story doesn’t interest you

Hotel Transylvania

Reason: With Monster High being the sensation it is, paticuarly on Tumblr, I’m increasingly shocked that Hotel Transylvania hasn’t made a splash, besides the absolutely adorable personality of Mavis- and Dracula makes it easy to see where she got that from- most of the charectors that so much as have speaking roles have some level of amusement to them, Mr. Wolf’s family on it’s own could be a movie as far as I’m concerned, but what really makes me love the movie is the plot, it’s more than the typical vampire/human soul mate romance (although the quirkiness of this one and the awkwardness of Johnathan) it’s more than anything about Dracula, like The Croods it shows the father role as more than the typical “I don’t want my daughter to date because of reasons” thing, it depicts a very justified fear of humans and how the death of his wife pushed his already astoundingly strong love for his daughter into a hyper-drive of overprotectiveness, and it shows that, although he is willing to go to any length to protect her, he very often has a hard time justifying his extreme actions to himself, and unlike most fathers in this sort of plot, he doesn’t just “accept” his daughter’s decisions, he actively seeks to help her get what she wants from them, and if nothing else I’d have thought that the references to cosplayers and Twilight would make Tumblr giggle, but really Dracula wins the Best Dad Ever award


Reason: Following the trends of strong female leads, we have this peice of gold, I would think Beyonce playing a Faery Queen would have put Epic on Tumblr’s radar but apparently not, the animation is stunning, by far one of, if not the, best movie on this list in terms of the animation quality, the charectors are all clever and unique, with a familiar sense of searching for where “home” is and what’s really important in life, it also puts a new spin on the faery/human relationships that we so often see repeats of, it isn’t the classic “Humans hunt faeries but learn their lesson” movie, nor is it quite as innocent as Arrietty, not to mention that the concept of the Queen and the Leaf Men are very unique in their construction

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Tinkerbell and Disney Fairies movies

Reason: All I ever see of Tinkerbell (this one atleast) on Tumblr is hate about wishing she was the same amount of sassy and bad attitude that she was in Peter Pan’s world, but two things aren’t being taken into consideration here (and I think the reason for that is that most people on Tumblr don’t bother to see the movies) and those are 1. Tinkerbell DID have alot more attitude in the first two movies, paticuarly the second, and she was very easily riled and very easily frustrated, traits shown in Peter Pan (although I have honestly not watched Peter Pan in yeaaaaars so I don’t remember her from there very well) in Tinkerbell’s second solo movie it was highlighted the most and she also saw just how strong those traits were in her and she decided to change, 2. This PRECEEDS Peter Pan, if I’m not mistaken Pan’s Tinkerbell had been cast out of Pixie Hollow, it would be understandable that Tinkerbell, who already had these qualities in a lower dose, would only increase in frustration and jealousy if she had been an outcast, the thing is, people change, something obviously happened for Tinkerbell to decide to join Peter and leave Pixie Hollow, the Disney Fairy movies don’t demonstrate that, they show her adventures from before she joined Pan, they may eventually show a flittering relationship/meeting between the two but I doubt it, the Fairy movies have alot of classic Disney qualities and speak out most against following rules and conformity, from the first movie when she found herself put down for being a Tinker fairy and wanting to change her talent, to Secret Of The Wings when she meets her fraternal twin sister Periwinkle against the rules of Pixie Hollow, to The Pirate Fairy when the story centers not on Tinkerbell, but on Zerena, who was constantly spoken down to and made to feel unwelcomed just for wanting to experiment with the laws of Pixie Dust, it has a carefully strung balence between “The rules are in place for a reason” and “Sometimes you need to break them and that’s ok” and it’s done quite nicely

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Spirit: Stallion Of The Cimarron

Reason: If I had to pick ONE movie that is the most underrated from this list, it would be Spirit, although it may look like a cute little movie about horses and rebellion, that really isn’t the case, the theme is very strong throughout the movie that the white men fighting against the Lakota tribe were in essence trying to break/imprison them just as much as they were the horses, Spirit is the only movie I know of that shows just how wrong the attack from Europeans on Native Americans was without it being a documentry of some sort, and although I think Disney’s version of Pocahontas TRIED to give off this vibe, I think it did poorly with it and gave a little too much (ok, alot too much) credit to the white men who came in and took everything the native people had,Spirit had none of that, I myself am white, but with some strong Native roots, I may be missing something that someone who’s purely/mostly Native American would find offensive, but as far as I can tell, Spirit does very well at representing the severely underrepresented group of people, and very accurately represented the cruelty of the Europeans, especially during that horrible war, even more than that though, it gave, in my opinion, a representation of Spirit and Little Creek’s relationship without making it corny or stereotyped, honestly, if I get pick any animated movie to get as much reckognition as Frozen does, Spirit would be it, because it isn’t JUST a good movie, JUST gorgeous animation, JUST a cute story… it’s all of those things, but more than anything, it’s a message that DESPERATELY needs to be heard in America, that just keeps getting shushed: Native representation, white power and how wrong it is- and was most especially when the Europeans took over- treating ALL people, as well as animals, with respect, free will, and I could just go on and on…

As much as I love the popular animation on Tumblr, Disney Princesses, Frozen,Rise Of The Guardians, How To Train Your Dragon, Finding Nemo, etc, these movies REALLY need to get out there, they have some important things to say

Music in the episode ... the winds of winter

I’ve been wanting to write this post for a very long time but since I was not too confident about my interpretation of the music, I was holding off (Plus I was busy writing Snowed… which I am writing I promise!) But I am going to put my thoughts out here in the hope that there are other who share or negate my opinion. 

SO, the first scintillating piece of music that we come across by the maestro Ramin Djawadi in the episode “Winds of Winter” is the Light of the Seven. It’s a masterpiece, is what it is.

The first part of the song is a calming piano music, beautiful, serene, almost silent! But what does it represent? Imo, it reflects Cersei’s state of mind before her actual plan is going to be executed. In a way, it represents the silence before the storm. 

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She’s getting ready, she’s pouring herself a glass of wine, she knows she’s going to kill all her enemies - she has temporarily achieved some inner peace - her revenge for her humiliation. You can almost hear the music say that to you. 

Then as Lancel runs into the tunnels? and Qyburn confronts grand maester Pycelle, the music changes. Here a bit of vocalisation is introduced in the music to symbolise - all is not as well as you think it’s going to be. This is Cersei you are talking about. This is not going to be that easy. 

Then Pycelle is killed and the the music changes drastically, dramatically. I have one word for it in my mind - CHAOS. Chaos that leads to the final act of blowing up the sept. It’s a crescendo, you can feel it, raging and running towards the climax. And then when the music is over - BOOM

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That’s exactly what she’s telling us and so does the music. What is noteworthy is that the “Light of the seven” does feature a very small piece from the Game of thrones title track, if you listen carefully. It’s there towards the end, it’s featured in the montage though is light and very much in the background. 

Now, the next thing story wise is the northern plot line but I am going to deal with that in the end. 

Let now go to the last scene of the episode, which was a visual extravaganza no doubt like most of Dani’s scenes are. I loved it but it’s the music I am going to talk about. It’s called “The winds of winter”. I’ll spell that out again - Dani coming to Westeros, with her unsullied, Dothraki and her dragons has a song which is called “The winds of winter.”

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The first thing that comes to one’s attention is that this is a song which has the most amount of vocalization. The music almost has an angelic quality to it. Like it’s heralding the coming of an angel from the skies, a saviour, a messiah if you will. The highest note of the song (Where they all collectively go ooooohaaaaaa oohaaaaaa) is when the dragons are flapping their wings, drawing spray of water from the waves of the ocean. But that’s exactly where the song stops having it’s angelic quality. 

Because they focus on Dani. And the music suddenly changes. For the first time in the music there is a darker note. It’s no more angelic. Before season seven, I thought that was there to make her appear more human with all the halo of the angels singing in the background. But after watching season 7, I feel that was pretty much there by intent to show us that her arc will change once she comes to Westeros. Again, I was reminded of GRRM’s words. A villain is usually a hero on the other side. And if I am reading this music correctly, then it does kind of reflect that sentiment. There is a whole angels singing halleluja plus darkness comes rattling mixture to the whole song. It’s like the song presents the question saviour / conqueror / tyrant? Of course each one interprets music differently. This is just my take on it. 

Again here, it is interesting to note that though the original Game of thrones theme track does make an appearance in this song, it does not feature in the montage. It is saved for the credits!

And thus we come to the OST Winter has come. This is the song that plays in the background when Jon Snow is declared “King in the north”. 

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It starts off with that soulful Stark music playing in the background. THE STARK MUSIC. Then slowly there’s a small connecting piece and directly from the Stark theme music we go to the Game of thrones title track. This moment when JON stand up, symbolizing his transition from the Bastard to a King, has the title track playing in the back ground and somehow everything about that music sounds, regal, kingly, royal, return-of-the-kingish! 

But you know the best part is it kind of stops at that. Unlike the previous two compositions that have been talked about in this post, there are no layers to this song. It’s just simply a combination of the Stark music and the GOT title track. It’s very similar to Jon’s own personality. He is the only stark (now Starg) kid who has the least amount of personal transformation. In every role that he performs, he is who he is. 

And just look at the name of the track - Winter has come. What does Arya tell that serving girl when she slaughters all the Freys - Tell them winter came for house frey. 

Winter has come … The Wolves have come. And what do we have for Jon’s KITN scene. Theme Stark and Theme GOT!! I definitely thing this means something. A lot actually. 

Winter Has come - House Stark is back - The Wolves have come

That the starks are at the heart of this story. 

That Sansa (a Stark) is responsible for Jon being King in the north. 

That in the end, it is going to be … A time for Wolves

Literature Asks

Quotes from literature to inspire you when writing!

  1. “She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” - J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
  2. “The curves of your lips rewrite history.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  3. “A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.” - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
  4. “I took a photo of us mid-embrace. When I am old and alone, I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.” - Joe Dunthorne, Submarine
  5. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” - W. H. Auden, “The More Loving One”
  6. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” - John Steinbeck, East of Eden
  7. “Who, being loved, is poor?” - Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance
  8. “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
  9. “The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.” - Toni Morrison, Beloved
  10. “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” - Alfred Tennyson
  11. “I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.” - Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
  12. “I don’t want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you.” -  Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
  13. “You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
  14. “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” -  Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  15. “Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?” - Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
  16. “I’m just so thankful for our little infinity.” - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
  17. “I hope, or I could not live.” - H.G. Wells
  18. “I hadn’t expected that a tiny glimmer of hope for the future could transform someone so utterly.” - Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress: A Novel
  19. “Your eyes are full of language.” - Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters 
  20. “You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.” -  Junot Dìaz, This Is How You Lose Her
  21. You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone.” - Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea: A Novel
  22. “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” - Ian McEwan, Atonement
  23. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind
  24. “I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.” - Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
  25. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
  26. “He doesn’t want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.” E.M. Forster, A Room With A View
  27. “The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
  28. “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” -  Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
  29. “We can experience nothing but the present moment, live in no other second of time, and to understand this is as close as we can get to eternal life.” -  P.D. James, The Children of Men
  30. “I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.” - Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong 
  31. “Above, the starts shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe” - Stephen King
  32. “The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” - Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me
  33. “If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it” - Nicole Krause, The History of Love
  34. “I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world…” - Frank O’Hara, Having a Coke With You
  35. “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Stuck in the Middle (with You)/Awesome Crowley

[For a meta about Reservoir Dogs and Tarantino’s use of gay subtext, click here.]

I don’t want to be the person who ruins everyone’s fun, so I’m saving my one big criticism of this episode for last. This meta is completely positive, even saccharine, until the very last paragraph. Also, I’m borrowing one of my favourite AO3 tags as a title because, let’s face it, Crowley was the real hero of this episode and where the action was, and that’s perfectly okay and long overdue. Crowley’s been around for years now, and he’s gone through huge bouts of character development, and yet we still know next to nothing about him and he’s often treated like an afterthought, both by our heroes and by the writers. This episode finally (finally!) corrected that, because no matter how intriguing and plain beautiful everyone was, Crowley was magnificent - as I fully expected him to be.

After all, they’re good - but he’s Crowley.

Like anyone with eyes, I loved everything about this episode, and especially how it was filmed. I have to say - this is the first episode in a long time that actually had me in tenterhooks about a possible character death, because you never know, right? Theoretically, Crowley could die, and so could Cas. Theoretically. And also the music, did I mention the music? I think that scene of Cas crawling away from Ramiel and the shot of Ramiel stabbing him - that’s just become my favourite Supernatural scene ever, bar none. It was so powerful and dramatic and visually magnificent and that damn music - wow

I adored that symbolism, because Cas’ been a Christ figure for a while now, and seeing him like that, on his back, defeated and stabbed by a lance - you can’t get more Golgotha than that. Beautiful stuff.

I also loved that this episode was, in a way - off-centre. Sam and Dean were there, of course, but the story was not focused around them. The real protagonist was the supernatural world itself - Cas, Crowley, Ramiel; even Lucifer, to me, was more present than he’s been in a while, what with this vague threat of his child hanging over the world, and him taunting Crowley and flashing his red eyes at this most undemonic demon in the very last scene. The truth is, I love everything about Sam and Dean, and that includes the incredibly talented actors who play them, but I feel the show could benefit greatly from approaching their story from a different perspective every once in a while. I’d love to know more about their childhood, for instance, or about this world of monsters and hunters around them; and a completely Outsider POV episode is, at this point, something I’d probably sell half my soul for.

Anyway - lately, this show reads like very good fanfiction, and considering how engaged, loving and talented this fandom is, this is high praise. I particularly appreciate the fact they’re going back to important plot points and filling them in with completely new details - after all, we’ve been wondering for years what’s up with demonic eyes, or how Crowley became king in the first place (or, at least, I know I did). This new class of demons appearing out of nowhere - creatures powerful enough to wield an archangel’s weapon - that’s incredible stuff. I’m guessing we’ll see more about them, and I can’t freaking wait.

So, yes - Ramiel was spot-on. Jerry Trimble managed just the right mixture of underwhelmingly normal and terrifyingly amoral - so much so I’m sort of sad we didn’t get to see more of this character, even if everything about him, including his death, was handled just right - there was no room for anything more.

My one slight criticism there would be the fizzling nature of Cas’ abilities. For instance, didn’t we establish that Cas can smell lies? So why couldn’t he guess Mary was hiding something? And what about demons’ true forms? I always assumed Cas could see that (was it ever stated in canon? it must have been), and I was therefore almost disappointed that Cas couldn’t recognize Ramiel for what he was. Maybe it can be explained away by him slowly becoming closer and closer to a human being - I don’t know. In any case, I’m truly appreciating how obsessed everyone seems to be with him lately. After years of taking angels for granted, we’ve got two characters in short succession fangirling over angels (in a creepy, murderous and definitely non-con way, but still) - and, yeah, I know that basically everyone spent the entirety of Supernatural pointing out how different and unique Cas is, and I’m grateful for that, but it’s also nice to get a reminder that angels are awesome (in the other sense of the word) in and of themselves.

(I’m still loving Mr Ketch, by the way. Aaaaaw.)

Let’s now come to our unsung hero: Mr Crowley.

Crowley was magnificent in all this. And we’ve now learned he never seriously planned to become King of Hell - my headcanon, which I’m considering confirmed, is that Crowley simply wants control. He’s been tortured for a century or more as some demon tore his human soul out of him, and he’s never putting himself in that position again, which is very sensible of him, and also very Scarlett O’Hara.

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Originally posted by romanian-plum

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: tiny bit of angst, fluff, humor
Words: 2.260
Summary: A sudden turn on a mission forces Bucky and reader to seek a place to hide. During the wait Bucky has a surprising request - requested by Anonymous

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Another bout of Solangelo headcannons

because again I am a dork and I got inspired

: If Will and Nico ever cosplayed Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, Nico would be wearing a black Italian suit and would throw black roses instead of the classic red ones and Will would probably be swooning over how good his Italian Death Prince looks in a suit Especially in an Italian suit.

: Jason, Piper, Annabeth, Hazel, Frank, Percy, and Reyna are all in a secret order of sorts who’s soul mission is to bring Nico and Will together. Mission Solangelo. With Jason, Annabeth, and Piper being the brains of the outfit while Reyna helps execute plans, and the rest of the boys are the agents. They meet on a bi-weekly basis (when the world isn’t ending or in danger) to come up with new plans and share reports on current progress. You cannot deny that this didn’t happen at least once.

:(inspired by another headcanon) before they actually get together, Piper suggests that Nico tries doing certain things to get a reaction out of Will. So Piper proceeds to put Nico’s silky raven hair in a loose ponytail. So while Nicois in the training arena, Will just happens to stroll by and sees Nico   lookin' F I N E with his hair in a ponytail and instantly turns a rosy shade of red. He doesn’t notice that Nico saw him and proceeds to purposefully take out the ponytail and runs his fingers through his hair to mess it up on purpose. At this point Will has melted and is asking how fate could be so cruel. Piper and Annabeth are standing by in stealth mode and high-five each other, for Phase one of mission Solangelo has been completed.

:(this one is inspired by another solangelo headcannon I saw) One day, Piper decides to charmspeak her way into Nico letting her put eyeliner on him. Nico has no idea what happened until he meets Will later on that day and Will is just completely gobsmacked because Nico’s eyes look so much more intense with the liner. He could honestly stare at those deep pools of warm melted chocolate all day.This resulted in a lot of equally intense kisses from Will, which Nico was definitely not complaining about. It wasn’t until later that night when Nico discovers the eyeliner in the mirror. At first he was outraged at Piper for tricking him, but then put two and two together and realized that the eyeliner was why Will was barely able to control himself earlier. “you win this round, Piper.”

: Will is secretly a closet Game of thrones fan (as in he watches the show and reads the books) and sometimes calls Nico “My Sun and Stars” but he sais it in perfect Dothraki so Nico has noidea what it means. He then asks one of the other Apollo kids what it means. When he finds out, another Apollo kid teaches Nico how to say “Moon of My Life” to surpise Will. (Chalk up another win for The Italian Prince of Death In the grand romantic gesture department) and when he casually sais it out of the blue, Will is shocked, surprised, and really proud of him. Which results in Will immediately returning the favor by presenting him with a crown of blue winter roses (roses specially grown by the Demeter cabin. Will is a regular customer as it were) and crowns him the Ghostly King of Love and Beauty in front of all their friends. Piper, Annabeth, Reyna, and Hazel proceed to take pictures to add to their own secret Solangelo scrap books (bless them, they just want their boy, Nico to be happy) the scrap books are filled to the brim with moments from Will and Nico’s time together (which they witnessed while Incognito) And trust me, those bad boys do get whipped out at the wedding.

Speaking of weddings……………………………………………………

:Of course Hazel, Piper, Annabeth, and Reyna all team up to plan the wedding, but what’s surprising is that Apollo and Hades also team up to help. Together they shall plan the most kickass demigod wedding in 4,000 years! Apollo convinces Dionysus (he is also the god of theatre and parties in general) to let them get married on Olympus while all the other gods proceed to make sure Hera is far, far, FAR away from the whole thing to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. The girls (plus Jason) are part of Nico’s bachelor party while the guys (Percy, Leo, and Frank, as well as the entire Apollo cabin) handle Will’s.Clarisse even joins in on the fun! Piper makes the decision that Nico should definitely wear an Italian suit (to which everyone agrees) Hades scours the whole of Italy himself to find only the best suit for his boy. Then, he suddenly remembers Bianca. He then proceeds to ask Haephestus to make a small silver bow and arrow pin to put on the lapel in her honor. Apollo insists that Will wears a suit of pure gold. Speaking of gold…… Hades and Apollo ask Haephestus to make gold and silver roses for the bouquets. As for best man, of course Jason is the most obvious. I mean he was the original Solangelo shipper in the first place. as for Maid of Honor, Will and Nico say screw the rules and pick Reyna, Annabeth, Piper, and Hazel! They all equally deserved it so why not have them be all Maids of Honor? When everyone is eating cake and having a good time, Percy and Annabeth are looking at Nico and Will and how happy they are together. And without looking at each other, Annabeth says “That’s love, bitch!” as Percy proceeds to high-five her. Then the grand moment comes when Reyna, Piper, Annabeth, and Hazel whip out their scrap books filled with pictures and copies of love letters and notes Will and Nico left for each other, much to the embarrassment of both of them. When it’s time to throw the bouquets, Annabeth catches the silver one, and Percy catches the gold. The crowd cheers bloody murder, because they all know what that means! In the end, Percy is kinda glad that he isn’t Nico’s type. (but that still doesn’t mean he’s not salty as the dead sea about it.

I think I might have to do a complete story on the wedding if this keeps up

enjoy the fanfiction fuel!

Say You Won’t Let Go

Song from Rowan’s perspective about meeting Aelin. Falling in love with her, and their life post-TOG Intertwined with Lyrics to Say You Won’t Let Go. Hope y’all love it!!

–Say You Won’t Let Go–  

Songwriter credit: Neil Richard Ormandy / James Arthur / Steve Solomon

I met you in the dark, you lit me up
You made me feel as though I was enough

Rowan had been a broken male when he met Aelin. His wife and unborn child had been murdered, and in that vacuum of despair, he had sworn the rest of his life away in the service of Maeve. He had given up on everything and resigned himself to be used as a tool for destruction. What was the point in hoping for anything better?
But then, he had met Aelin. She had been as lost and broken as he had. Rowan was assigned to train her by Maeve. Maeve had known that he and Aelin were mates. No doubt she had received sick pleasure in dangling them in front of each other.

Slowly, over time, they came to trust each other. Trust turned to friendship, friendship turned to love.



We danced the night away, we drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up

Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute, I was stone-cold sober


The night of Aelin’s first burnout during Beltane, Rowan had been observing Aelin’s power to hold the flames steady. There was dancing, drinking, revelry, going on all around them. Rowan had found himself so attracted to Aelin that night that he barely noticed any of it. Until the strong woman he had been admiring and coaching became bewitched by the flames and the music. Her body and her power were no longer her own. He had lost her.

Instructed by the healers, he continuously cooled her off, over and over again. He placed freezing cold rags on her head to try and bring her back from the Hell that she had created inside her own body. He gently asked her questions each time he dispensed new rags and then had gone to fetch a tonic.

When Rowan returned he saw her back. More specifically, he had seen the scars on her back where her flesh had been torn from her young body. The shock and anger at seeing those healed wounds hit him like a physical blow. He had gaped. Rowan, who had killed hundreds of men, seen vicious wounds on the battlefield, found himself speechless.  

I pulled you closer to my chest
And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya
I think that you should get some rest


Rowan had flown for hours after that. He was so angry at the nameless, faceless guards of Endovier. And at Maeve. And more than the rest, angry at himself for not being more approachable so she could have felt safe telling him. He had to do something. That woman deserved better in this world. And he could treat her better.  

He returned to Mistward, scooped her up, and took her into his own room. Into his own bed. No ulterior motives. He wanted her to feel safe. He wanted her to know that he cared about the terrible things that had been done to her and that she had almost died earlier that night. He needed her to know that she mattered to him.

She stretched out her hand towards his; he was at the edge of the bed, showing that he was a gentlemale. She told him her entire story, finally stopping as she was nodding off. He held her hand the whole night.

I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know
‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

Aelin had bargained for Rowan’s freedom. He could never have even hoped for a gift such as the one she had given him. He had never hoped for freedom. He had never hoped to love again. Yet here he was. He had fallen in love with Aelin.  He swore a blood oath to her immediately for her protection. And because a primal part of him wanted to always be needed by her. Even if she didn’t feel the same as him; even if he could never be the kind of male a queen deserved, he could still be useful to her in other ways.

And just like that, she was on a boat back to Adarlan. And she was not letting him go along. And it hurt so very badly. But he respected her and her wishes. He would repair Mistward and await word from her.

I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go


They were married in a small ceremony on a boat later that year in the middle of the War. Only Aedion and Lysandra and the ship’s captain had been present. Two days later Maeve had kidnapped Aelin, thrown her in an iron coffin, with chains and a mask to contain her power.
Rowan had found her, his old cadre had risen up against Maeve. Aelin had died to fulfill the prophecy of the gods. Rowan gave up his immortality in exchange for Aelin to come back. It had been an easy choice. What would life be like without his Fireheart? It would be hell.  

I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed
I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head
And I’ll take the kids to school
Wave them goodbye



Rowan and Aelin did not know if they would ever be blessed with children. They knew that due to both of them having fae heritage, the odds would not be in their favor. Additionally, the terms of Rowan’s bargain were nebulous, as deals with gods always are; while he and Aelin were no longer immortal, they also had no way of knowing if they would have short, normal, or longer lifespans.

After five years of making love whenever they felt like it, they were delighted to find out that Aelin was with child.  Rowan was excited yet so scared. When Aelin birthed their daughter, Nehemia, Rowan cried tears of joy. Aelin was exhausted but had never been so happy. She felt proud that after so many years of taking lives and destroying, she had created something so innocent and precious.

Rowan scooped up the tiny, chubby cheeked babe, brought it up to his chest, and breathed in her scent. He and Aelin had created this perfect new life. Gods his life had changed so much in the past 7 years.

7 years later Nehemia was a wonderful older sister to 3 year old Gavin. Rowan couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had now been blessed three times over by his wife and their children. He often thanked Mara for her protection and blessings, even though the gods had left when Erawan had been banished.  He never thought he would have the opportunity to wake up to his children laughing. To his wife’s beautiful body draped over him in the morning.

And I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night

When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I’m older
I wanna dance with you right now


Rowan and Aelin were at a ball celebrating the birth of a new princess in Eyllwe.  He approached Aelin from behind, her scent filling his nostrils. He nuzzled the crown of her head, “I love you, Fireheart”
Aelin reached back to bring Rowan’s arms around her torso.

“I love you buzzard” she arched her neck to the side and lifted her head to receive a kiss. Rowan obliged.

“May I have the next dance?” Rowan asked, pulling her close and kissing her delicate neck skin. “And the dance after that.” Another kiss. “And  after that, and I think you get the idea.” He twirled her around to face him.

Aelin tried to keep a straight face, tried to not let everyone see how much her mate had gotten her all worked up. At this rate they would need to excuse themselves to ‘freshen up.’ She pursed her lips together, and clicked her tongue. “Well, as you may know, as Queen, I don’t like to play favorites, but I’ll make an exception for you,” she winked at him, kissed him, and lead him out to the dance floor.

Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday you’ll get better
You make me feel this way somehow

I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Nehemia and Gavin were adults now. Nehemia had found love with a Prince from Briarcliff, while Gavin was studying healing and learning to control his water magic in Banjali.  Rowan and Aelin were beginning to age. Aelin would pause by the mirror on occasion, in disbelief that she now had 4 grey hairs and some fine lines. Rowan thought she had never looked more beautiful. She now possessed the kind of beauty that comes with age, with living . Fine lines forged in loving and crying and laughter. Lines created by days in the sun with their children and friends. Grey hairs from the privilege of growing older.  His mate didn’t always agree. “You’re biased! You’ve always had white hair so of course you don’t mind it!” Aelin shouted from the bathroom one night before bed. Rowan just chuckled. And when she came to bed that night, he worshipped her like he did when they were first together. He worshipped her from her toes all the way up to her grey hairs.

We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown
And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go


There was no denying it. The King and Queen of Terrasen were approaching the end of their lives. Gavin would be a fair and just ruler. Nehemia was a consort in her own court and as such, the right to rule had passed on to her brother.  

Rowan had slowly begun to shrink the past few years. The frailty of aged bones and a lifetime of being a warrior catching up with him.  He and Aelin would walk in the Orynth courtyard on days when they felt up to it. Gavin had secretly been installing more benches as his parents needed to rest more and more often.

One Spring morning, they sat down on one of these new benches to take a rest.

Rowan turned to Aelin, a clarity in his eyes that was no longer always present. “Aelin. Have I ever thanked you for saving my life?”

Aelin took her husband’s hands into her papery hands. She sat there for a moment trying to guess what he meant, trying to feel it with her soul, as they so often were able to communicate. She gleaned nothing. “You gave up your immortality for me and to save me from death.” She responded, her long grey hair blowing in the breeze.

Rowan’s voice was quiet, “I wasn’t living until I met you Aelin. I was existing. I was skin. I was bones. But I was not alive. Thank you for giving me two wonderful children and for giving me a lifetime of love.” He squeezed her hand, and moved in to kiss her on her cheek.

Tears slid down Aelin’s timeworn face. “Oh Rowan. You saved my life long before you saved me from Limbo. You saved me from that pit of self-pitying hell I was in back at Mistward. I say, we’re even.” Alin smiled, lifting up their joined hands and kissing Rowan’s.

“To whatever end?” Rowan asked.

“To whatever end” Aelin replied. More tears were building up in her eyes and she did not need to ask what he meant.

I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

I’m gonna love you till
My lungs give out

Aelin was alive. And yet she was not.

The King of Terrasen, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, had passed away in his sleep the night before. The household woke to Aelin howling like an animal.

“Rowan!!!! Ro—–wan!!!!” wailed over and over again. Aelin was in the bed with him, lying next to him, shaking his body gently.  Even though she knew in her heart and soul he was going to die soon, even though she knew that he had been preparing for it, she still did not believe it. Her mate was dead. Her heart was breaking. It was broken. Her chest physically ached. She did not want to live without him again. She could not breathe, she did not want to breathe, she could not do th……..

I promise till death we part like in our vows
So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows
‘Cause now it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old

Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go

Just say you won’t let go
Oh, just say you won’t let go


And just like that, Aelin faded into the Afterworld. There was no pain. There was only warmth. And the smell of pine and snow.

anonymous asked:

hello! I'm the same anonymous that asked you about new compelted fics XD I'm sorry if that was to broad, I'm more into long fics above 30k or so so if you have any new favs ( if it was happy ending it will be much better I don't wanna be bowling my eyes out later) pretty please ^_^

I haven’t read most of these but I’m pretty sure most have happy endings^^ also not all are very new but I’m adding them if we haven’t rec’ced them because they wouldn’t have been in our word count tag before this. I’m also gonna add some that have been added to our tags in the last few months tho, just because I’m not sure what you have and haven’t read

tenacious d in the dick of destiny by jhopeg - In the midst of struggling with debts and empty plastic packets of instant ramyeon, Taehyung and Jeongguk joined forces to put the phrase “sex sells” to good use.

Invisible People by mindheist - The most important things are the hardest of all to see.

(I know this isn’t quite 30k but it’s 22k and reading mindheist is a must)

i’ll return to you (a promised handful of orange blossoms) by meanho - “Do you think he’s cosplaying an anime, or manhwa?” Jimin asked, voice in a trance. Taehyung understood his confusion because it wasn’t every day you see a person dressed as fine as the king of Joseon himself stumbling through a crowd and knocking over some Sailor Mercury’s wand. “Hmm, maybe he’s going for someone from Yona of The Dawn?” Jimin scoffed, “Yeah right, more like my 9th grade text book.”(or, the taekook Rooftop Prince AU!!) (Sequel)

of smokey bars and burning hearts by madeliefie - The boy -man- is beautiful. The way the light shines on his face tugs at Jeongguk’s heartstrings and for the first time in his life, he’s caught off guard. Jeongguk knows he isn’t going to heaven and he figures that this boy is the closest thing to an angel he’ll get. Taehyung wants the world to know who he is and Jeongguk is dangerous enough to make that happen.

Reborn in Water by TrappingLightningBugs - Freshly graduated from high school, Jungkook loses his class ring in the nearby lake, and despite the fact that his parents would be super pissed, it’s not that big of a deal. That is, until a stranger decides to appear in his bath one night, wearing his ring.

GAME OVER: Side Quest by mintsoda - “Taehyung’s eyes grow bigger than two moons, his mind goes blank, and he feels like he’s still falling from the impact of the other man throwing him down to the ground when he looks into the other’s eyes, when he takes in the scowl on his lips, the cute nose and the jet-black hair that falls into his face airily, covering his furrowed, strong eyebrows.All the sounds around him are muffled as he continues to just stare, and even when Jimin appears next to them and clutches at the stranger’s arm Taehyung cannot seem to rip his eyes away from him. And that’s when he knows that he is completely and utterly done for.”

Overtones by coley_merrin - As a vampire, Taehyung’s life is full of walls and restrictions. Jungkook is a temptation and a risk, someone who could take away Taehyung’s eternity, even as he could steal Jungkook’s future.

An Interstellar Anomaly by PaprikaFetus - They are two heirs that belong to opposite sides of the universe.

In Every Parallel Universe (I’ll Keep on Loving You) by rimacchi -   “Taehyung.” Jeongguk stops him, his hand tight on his wrist and his head roaring, aching and spinning all at the same time with his thoughts jumbling up but the elder’s lips curl — that toothy boxy grin he has seen through the years. “You disappeared. You literally disappeared. You were gone for seconds and then you just — materialized!” “I have no magic tricks, Jeonggukie.” He replies and smiles because that’s what Taehyung does. He smiles like nothing’s wrong, he laughs and makes everything brighter and beautiful and worth it. But now Jeongguk’s confused and part of him thinks it’s because of those cups of coffee last night and another thinks it’s because he’s going insane; insane because for five seconds, he saw Taehyung vanish into thin air. Or Jeongguk’s happy as a college freshman and is in love with the physical embodiment of sunshine but some shitty supernatural phenomenon makes his boyfriend appear and disappear like magic and the world must have messed up.

Bubblegum Bitch by snowmoney - Jungkook is but a simple delivery boy; the last thing he needs is a high maintenance fake boyfriend.

loving easy by aeterisks - After two years of being a cheerleader, Taehyung has come to know all the people who usually attend the basketball games. So obviously, he wouldn’t fail to notice him. (Or, Taehyung is a cheerleader, Jeongguk is a not-so-really punk and Taehyung never thought he could fall in love so effortlessly.)

you give me the whole damn zoo by themelonlord - “Taehyung, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jimin complains as he follows closely behind Taehyung, “I mean, what do you know about this kid? He looks like some punk.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and laughs, “You know better than to judge a book by its cover.” He spots Jeongguk standing by some lockers, probably one of them is his, but he doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere. “See? He looks lost,” Taehyung points out, “It’s our job, as seniors, to offer a helping hand to new students.” - aka. taehyung learns what it means to have friends, that not everyone is as mean as those bullies that pull on his ears and make fun of his tail.

Soulmates by GiiGii - Soulmates are supposed to be rare and enviable. At the height of his career, Jungkook can’t believe he’s found his; a beautiful Omega. He also can’t believe that his soulmate has rejected him. Taehyung has struggled with being an Omega since he presented. He doesn’t want to be forced into another dominating relationship but the appearance of Jungkook is upsetting his wishes.

Kintsugi by mysweetkittae - Kintsugi (n) – The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. Jungkook never expected to meet him, the boy that shone as bright as a million suns yet carried a darkness so heavy in his heart that it left his soul shattered, scrambling to pick up the splintered pieces and put himself back together again before he fell apart once more. He never expected to meet him, but he did, and he wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Burnouts, Booze, and Babes by jvante - Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul.

Be Your Forever, Be Your Fling by seikou - “As long as you want me, I’ll stay. I’ll be in love with you; for eternity, forever. I don’t think that will ever change,” Jeongguk says, a smile to his voice.“You’re my first love. My only love.”

Of Knights and Prince and Wayward Adventures by NeraB - After his castle is stormed, Prince Taehyung is forced to flee to secure reinforcements and save all those he holds dear, but he can’t do it alone, and the King entrusts his only son, the future of his Kingdom, to Sir Jeon Jungkook, one of his bravest knights, and the son of his closest advisor. Together, they must learn to rely on one another as they embark on their mission and navigate their feelings, trying to survive long enough to save their home - and their future together.

Mutual Fiend by kkumkkatcher - “I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” An AU where Jungkook needs to kill Taehyung, but Taehyung also needs to kill Jungkook, and things get (more than) a bit complicated.

Prisoner of the Mind by pinkeow - When your mind traps you inside its cold and dark cell, how will you escape?

I love you everyday (don’t get away) by rooxynroll - “It’s not that, hyung.” He tries out, unsure if the word will displease or appease Taehyung. “I’m going first because we’re climbing down the stairs. I’m protecting you, preventing you from falling down.” The pout of Taehyung’s lips stretch into a sweet smile that reaches his tired eyes. “So… You walk down the stairs in front of me to protect me if I stumble and fall?” Jeongguk nods, doe eyes shining slightly amused by Taehyung’s question. “Hmm. Then, would you carry me down the stairs, Jeonggukie? I’m so tired I might actually hurt myself even though you’re right in front of me. I might sprain an ankle.”or: the one where tae is a model and guk protects his ass (amongst other things).

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send one for my muse’s reaction

“It’s so… quiet now… The sound of battle… seems so far away.”
“…Do I see tears in your eyes?”
”I won’t let you be alone for long. I shall be by your side soon enough.”
”I will face him!”
”This battle is over. Any more deaths will just be a waste.“
"Do you understand how much we sacrificed here!? If it was all for some hunk of scrap iron, it is a disgrace to the dead!”
“If you play dumb, your head will fly.”
“How can you willingly choose to walk the path to your own death…?“
"Hurry, run away! If you still wish to live, go!”
“You’re trembling… Do you regret your actions?”
“I want to see you smile… To see you happy…“
"There is no reason for you to remain loyal to a king who has abandoned you.”
”You are not an object. …And I will not allow anyone to treat you thus. Never.”
“I… I can’t make it… I can’t go on…”
“If you do not want your life extinguished, get out of my sight!”
“You were worried… about me?”
“Losing (name) to you is more painful than death itself.”
“If I can be by your side, I will endure any hardship.”
“You are a shining star that lit my way as I roamed the darkened earth…”
“My love will shine like the stars, forever.“

”I thought you would have learned to be responsible, but you are still immature.”
“If you saw my body, your very soul would tremble, and your blood would freeze.”
“Please, go… Let me rest.”
”My love, I shall speed towards you, quick as the wind.”
“All I feel now is resentment and hatred… I have lost any compassion I once had.”
“This is the land of the dead. Once you taste death, you will appreciate it.”
“Your short life is a dream. Death shall awaken you.”
“To be treated so by my own father…”
“Privileged and naive morons like yourself make me furious!”
“You should be killed while you are still blinded by love!”
“The sight of the nefarious sword you hold makes my blood boil with fury!”
“Do not waste your breath pleading with me!
"I am sure you’ve realized by now that escape is impossible.”
“The ring has been returned to its rightful owner.”
“If you defy me, I may simply kill the girl right here.”
“If you have the power, then save my tormented soul.”
“My death is near… Let us go together!”
“No matter what you appear to be, you still the same person. My love shall not change.”

“You mustn’t be eager to go to war without even knowing why we are fighting.”  
“You must not look down; raise your head high and survey the path ahead.“
"Are you showing compassion to a creature that threatened you?”
“You must act now; otherwise, you cannot turn back.”
”You must take the lead, or no one will follow.“
”I can’t put my lips on a slimy, poisonous frog…”
"You have come… I’ve been waiting for you.”
“You have nerve, child… To show me the very weapon that killed my friend.”
“We are surely being tricked.”
“You need to understand that not everybody is bent on serving or protecting you.”
“Fool! How dare you defy me!?”
“Be careful… I could still poison you…”
“I deeply regret having kept you alive.”
“A coward’s eyes always see more of an enemy than there are present.”
“Such a disgrace… that a child like you should attempt to strike me.”

“Not even those who see the future can keep from carrying out their fates.”
”Why were you holding back? I was open several times…“
I suggests you do not concern yourself with this. …It won’t do you any good.”
“I deeply regret handing you that sword…”
“The pride that keeps you so fearless will be the thing that leads to your death.“
"Who are you!? Speak, or I’ll crush your head until your name falls out!”
“You must demonstrate the overwhelming power of that sword.”
“Kill many, and make no mistakes…”
“Can you just stand by and let this nation sink into civil war!?”
“The troops are in shambles… What should we do?”
“…What exactly am I to you!?”
“…To have lived an empty life like there was no point in being born…That is what I fear most…”
“Let me show you that naivete has no place in battle!”
“Yes… I killed a lizard. And I shall kill another!”
“Go to sleep… for eternity!”
"Do you say you mean to destroy the world!?”
“From now on, I act on my own… For you…”

“He is a prince; we are but vagabonds. Your love amounts to nothing.”
“Death cannot be avoided… But fate can be redirected.”
“Please do not interfere with my slumber.”
“What do you hope to gain…?”
“Your rudeness continues… Tearing you limb from limb will not be punishment enough.”
“Do not think you will die peacefully.”
“Is this the beginning of the end of the world?”
“I would rather fight death than wait for my cursed destiny to take me!”
“I’m relieved that you’re all right…”
“The wind here is tainted with selfishness.”
“What is wrong, my child? You tremble.”
“It seems I may need to use the whip to bring you back to your senses…”
“Heroes wait for a dramatic entrance.”
“I’ll draw them away and buy you some time.”
“You don’t seem to understand that my friend’s death pains me terribly…”
“I could crush your bones and drink your blood, but it would bring me no peace.”
“I’m surrounded… I can’t escape…”
“Take one more step and I shall run you through.”
“I could be even more beautiful if I rouged my face with your blood.”
"I will pay for my sins with my life.”
“Two humans survive the end of the world…Only two will be spared…”

“I can’t bear it… Like a wolf, my hunger eats away at my very core…”
“Dream of devouring all.”
“The time to seize the world has arrived.”
“‘Tis quiet… I no longer hear battle…”
“They’re coming… Hurry!”
“Could trying to fight this even be considered a battle?”
“I wish I could see you one last time…“
"I’ll send you back to Hell.”
“'Tis the end… This is Hell’s new home.”
“You liar… You said we’d meet again…”
“Look away from me! …I am insane enough…”
“I’m so proud of you. I can leave with confidence.“
“We’ll meet at world’s end…”
"Good, you’re alive…”
“I think I overdid it…”
“Are we the only ones who survived this…?”
“We’re witnessing a miracle.”

anonymous asked:

Can you please write more about Taehyung? My heart is about to explode. This is exactly why I find him so interesting. I wanna know if maybe I missed some things so I like to read your perception. Sorry don't wanna burden you and please do it when you want to of if you ever have the time. It's just - amazing to read. Thank you.

💖 since i’m sick today & feeling emotional, i’m going to FINALLY do this. so here goes, bout to wax some sick poetic about my man. (instead of answering the 985 analysis things in my inbox) 🎻

Kim Taehyung is my 🌏, and lemme tell u why. This man smiles & loves from the bottom of his soul, way past his heart, way past that meditated place where sometimes we tend to go when people are talking to us, telling us things that we’ve heard before and we hear a lot. Taehyung hears compliments a lot….

“…Everytime he hears compliments he becomes shy and thanks people sincerely.” / “he’s very kind.” / “he [taehyung] is my savior.” / “He’s a very bright person.”  

…he receives a lot of love and dedication, but despite this, Kim Taehyung genuinely comes from a place of such beautiful warmth and kindness, that he never takes a compliment for granted, he absorbs love as much as he can and always repays it with as much as he can and yet he still feels like he’s not giving back enough.

“I think I received more love from you than I ever gave you, so thank you….I want to try my best to give more, more, more, love to you…..I’ll try harder and love you [ARMYs] more and more.” X

Ya know, Taehyung really has so much love to give. Explosive amounts. More love in his heart than anyone I’ve ever known. He cries easily, he feels things so deeply, he’s so terribly sorry to disappoint people, he wants to fill his heart with loved ones, he wants everyone to not just love him but love each other and respect each other. Taehyung is the most beautiful soul.

Taehyung who always tries his very hardest to make fans feel comfortable, make them laugh, make them smile, hold their hand. who isn’t afraid to play around and show vulnerable sides of himself too. Despite the fact that he doesn’t seem to like feeling exposed, and despite the fact that recently he’s stated he really truly wants to become a very ‘cool/manly’ person, and tries really hard to become that person. he still shares sides of himself that are uncool, and he still is willing to be goofy and fun with us, even though it’s always gotten him called things like ‘weird’ and go*forbiD ‘alien’ asjdfkljasf.

He who would give up everything he had for others. Who’s first thought when receiving the gift on the recent guest appearance they did, was to pick the food. Everyone laughed and thought; lol, of course, Taehyung WOULD do something goofy like that. When there’s all these cool things, of COURSE he’d pick the random food basket. And then when asked he said it was going straight to his parents. Or during Now 2? I think? when they did the seasons Kings, and he won the 2nd best food item, but he was so happy because it was the one his parents would like. And what he didn’t send he said he would share with the others. Taehyung who spends lowkey thousands of dollars on birthday presents for the other members, who ALWAYS puts other people first. Always. Without a second thought. Especially family and friends.

Taehyung who when he speaks sometimes gets nervous, has bad public speaking skills, constantly says the wrong words, uses the wrong tenses, sometimes speaks banmal on accident, speaks with satoori when he doesn’t mean to, accidentally uses the wrong words and ‘buffers’ (as in he just kind of stumbles over words, stutters and pauses because he’s thinking). This is because people have said that he’s hard to understand and weird, so he tries really hard and has to think a lot about what he’s trying to say. You can clearly tell when he’s feeling nervous even just speaking Korean. Forget abt it when he’s trying to speak English, which he said he wants to learn and has been practicing. But despite this he’s always trying to relate. Even if he can’t relate traditionally, lots of words and conversations. He tries. His Vapps that people make fun of him for, sitting around, eating, listening to music; this kind of thing…people think that he’s being weird. He’s just being himself. He’s trying to share his time with us without forcing himself. 

People like to think Taehyung is an extrovert. Taehyung is 100% not an extrovert. If anything he’s a fluctuating Ambivert. Taehyung isn’t much of a talker. Taehyung is also a rather physically inclined person (much like Jeongguk and Jimin). He doesn’t often speak much in Vlives (which people sometimes complain or like to say that his vlives are pointless) because it’s not what comes naturally to him, and maybe because when he does talk a lot he struggles. I get tired of people asking him to share himself with us, and when he does that in the only way he really knows how, they just kind of think it isn’t enough.

Taehyung honestly….the point I want people to never forget is that Taehyung really never goes anything less than 150%. 

Yet, people think that he’s a flighty, goofy, air headed guy. Despite the fact that he said he did very well in school. That he reads. That he’s an art, film and music buff who spends his spare time watching abstract, poetic angsty movies like sunshine of an eternal mind and knows how to play saxophone, listens to jazz and blues and classical music in his spare time.

Taehyung honestly…is one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever seen, and also one of the most misunderstood idols I’ve ever seen. Really truly. It’s like, actually a lil crazy when i think about just how much people refuse to acknowledge in him, his growth, the kind of person he is. I feel like people are stuck with seeing him as the 2013 teenage boy who was a little bit anxious, excitable and goofy, who had an image to maintain who was told to act silly for the cameras and who was just a farm boy who was worried that he wouldn’t fit in, who barely made it onto bangtan as it was and who would have done ANYTHING to stay because he didn’t know it until it happened, but being a star was the life he was destined to have. Who’s parents scrapped up money to get him a fancy jacket so that he’d fit in and who never really planned to have much of any major life besides having lots of kids and a partner and loving his family a lot. But instead his family became bigger and he just embraced all of bangtan, and the staff, and the ARMYs, and random strangers, and random animals. Anything, everything. Taehyung is……..

MaN.. … . . Listen…I really…love…Kim Taehyung. I would cross an ocean to see him smile. Because honestly, he’s a li t e r a l    actual  angel.✨🐯 imma stop, this is literally a novel already. i’ll just continue waxing sweet poetic in the next ask or something. i’m exhausted by my love.

Unexpected (Part 2)

Getting married to Willas Tyrell was never in your plans but a princess has to do what the people expect from her. It was also never in your plans that he would be a man so different from what you first imagined, or that would captivate you so easily. 
Maybe that’s not such a bad thing, after all. 
Pairing: Willas Tyrell x Princess!Reader
Other Characters: Cersei Lannister; Unnamed Handmaiden
Word Counting: 1.2k words
Chapter: 2/?
Warnings: This is set around season 3. Reader is barely 18 and Willas is on his late 20’s so that may be a bit weird to you guys. I kind of imagine Willas like Jared Padalecki but it’s just me. 

The only advantage you’ve had in your life above Joffrey was that King Robert had actually tried to spend time with you. You were the first child, an adorable baby with an easy laugh and curious for the longest time of your life. When Joffrey was born, you lost your spot as Robert’s favourite for a while until he realised Joffrey was a terrible child and didn’t give him as much attention as you did.

When Robert died, Cersei had taken your education to a different direction. Your duty was now to marry and be the perfect example of the sister of a young king. When Myrcella left to Dorne you explicitly not allowed crying or showing any hard emotion, as well as in the Battle of Blackwater: recently, you’ve earned the fame of being a calm and quiet young woman, who didn’t waste words in useless matters, always standing by her bother’ and mother’s side during the audiences.

When your grandfather arrived with news it wasn’t surprising to you: You were to be married to Willas Tyrell in a fortnight, time enough for him to reach the town, for the important people to be present and for your dress to be made. The day was today, though, and you were holding yourself as hard as you could no to break down right in front of the sept while then septon started the ceremony.

“My princess.” Your handmaiden stood by your side in worry when she noticed your paleness.

“I’m just dizzy.”

They said Willas Tyrell was a cripple man, broken beyond the maester’s skills to repair. Margaery had promised you her brother was gentle and kind but that didn’t calm you down.

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'Black Lightning' Boss: 'This Is an American Story, This Is Not a Black Story'
EP Salim Akil breaks down The CW’s new midseason super series

The CW’s superhero slate is expanding even further with Black Lightning.

Slated for midseason, this update of the groundbreaking comic tells the story of electricity-manipulating metahuman Jefferson Pierce (Cress Williams), who has logged nine years as a high school principal when he is jolted out of superhero retirement after his own soon-to-be-super daughters are essentially threatened by local gang The One Hundred.

Developed by executive producers Salim and Mara Brock Akil, alongside Greg Berlanti and Sarah Schechter, this Black Lightning’s battles are even more grounded in social justice than when Jefferson debuted as one of DC’s first African-American heroes in 1977. While topics like Black Lives Matter, race relations, and police brutality are on the docket, Salim Akil stresses, “This is an American story, this is not a black story… We’re going to be culturally specific, but universal in our themes so everyone can see themselves in these stories.”

Below, Salim Akil previews the new drama ahead of its Comic-Con debut. (Stay tuned for an exclusive first look of Jefferson building his new suit, along with an interview with Williams.)

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Whispering: Tommen Baratheon (Lyrics Belong To Ducan Sheik)

Warnings: Pregnancy. Possible sex joke, depending on how you take it. Heartbreak. Labor. Angst. Lots of Angst. Fluff. Happiness. Sadness. Mentions of breastfeeding. Near death experience. Knifes. Blood. Liquids.Though the shortest imagine ever it is somehow also the most emotional. AKA I need to be stopped.

Originally posted by ohdaenerys

“Whispering. Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance. Through their bones. Though their skin.”

It was a mistake, yes, but a beautiful one.

It all started one night at a moonlight ball, which was not un-often in the everlasting summer of King’s Landing. We were both fourteen at the time and because this one was a masquerade ball, we both drew matching mask pairing us up for the night and I couldn’t help but fall for my partner’s smooth skin and gentle dancing. His words as well were elegant and I tried not to focus on looks but his eyes drew me. Before I knew it he was kissing me… And kissing me and kissing me. His lips never being said. It was all moving so fast, too fast. And that is when he took off his mask. I tried to run, when the face of Tommen Baratheon was reveled but I could go no where as he held me tight and, no surprise, pressed his sweet lips tasting of wine and lemon-cakes on my in a urgent matter.

That being said, I never expected him to be the person to lay with someone after knowing them for a few short hours. Nor did I expect me to be that girl, yet there we were. Skin to skin. Lips on lips. Me and the King.

“Listening to the souls in the fools night. Fumbling mutely with their rude hands. And there’s heartache, without end.”

Tommen and I were fine. He had loved me deeply and I him. Bliss was all you felt as you spent your days and nights around the boy. For weeks we lived in happiness and joy, though nothing pure about our love anymore, we were children and adults in love alike.

 Then his sister died.

Driven by grief, Tommen had changed.

His days he spent on the kingdom, his nights with me only in the later hours as he held me, kissing my back and refusing to meet my eyes. It was in one of these nights when he spoke to me.

“I am to marry Maragery Tyrell. You must leave by first-light.” He stood and didn’t bother to even look at you, “Forget me. You need to forget.”

It was my turn to cry as he stood as the t in light left his tongue and closed the door.

You didn’t wait.

You stole a horse and left as soon as you could stop crying.

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The Joker x Reader - “Mother”

The Joker doesn’t have a past: nobody knows who he is or where he came from. But he has a Mother and God help the ones finding out the secret: they won’t live to see another day. Even if she is a mystery herself, The King of Gotham wouldn’t trust anybody else because a long time ago Mother proved him wrong when he thought nobody cared.

“So what do you say, Mister J? Would you like to close the deal?”

The Joker takes a deep breath, pretending to weight in the offer, then swiftly answers:

“I don’t do human trafficking.”

“Oh, come on Mister J, there’s such good money from it,” Lex points out towards the piles of $100.00 bills scattered on the negotiation table. The other 6 men in the room nervously watch The King of Gotham, hoping he will change his mind.  They need his territory to expand the business.

“Allow me to show you something,” Lex continues, signaling Jase and the gangster leaves for a couple of minutes, returning with a woman he pushes inside the room, cussing at her as she fights his grip. J is silent, observing the scene without any trace of emotion on his face.

“Take this one for example,” Jase slams you against the wall, telling you to behave. “We got her last night. A little bit on the older side, looks like she is in her mid 30’s, but you know, some clients would still prefer her over the younger ones: she’s beautiful and we can get a few productive years out of her.”

You shiver, disgusted, being so cold you can barely think straight.

J stares you down and the mobster keeps on going:

“One of my men wanted to sample the merchandise this morning and she knocked his lights out. As a punishment, we kept her in the shed outside for hours; almost below zero in this crazy weather. That ought to teach her who’s in charge! It usually does the trick, ain’t that right, honey?” he winks and they all laugh, except The Joker.

You bite on your blue lips so you can feel them again: you were in that shed for so long without a coat, just jeans and a sweater. Frozen to the bone, you can’t control your shaking. You hug yourself in a faint attempt to warm up.

“Cat got your tongue?” another one snickers, thrilled at you present situation. “Mister J,” he turns towards their guest,” would you like to evaluate the assets before you say no the deal? She needs a lesson and you are perfect for the task: do whatever you want with her. I bet you like the feisty ones, don’t…you…?” His smirk turns into a grimace when J gives him a demented glare.

“And how the fuck do you know what I like?” The Joker growls, displeased with the assumption while tapping his fingers on the table. “I’m not a rapist!” he snarls, cracking his neck.

The guys are all fast to talk, realizing they upset him; they had no idea this will take such an unexpected turn.

“No way, Mister J!”

“By all means, we didn’t mean to offend you!”

“She wants it for sure: it’s her job. That’s what whores do!” Jase concludes, trying to convince J of their goodwill.

“And how do you know she’s a whore?” The Clown Prince of Crime smacks his lips, sighing with annoyance.

“Sir, you know that…”

J interrupts, muttering through his clenched teeth:

“The fact that you kidnap somebody and force them into prostitution doesn’t make them a whore!”

The wannabe business partners have no clue on how to reply and why this is sliding on such a dangerous slope so fast: they thought they had it figured out.

“You there!” The Joker shouts, making you gaze his way. “You wanna have sex with me?”he bluntly inquires.

You nod a no and a confirmation is expected:

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yes,” the reply fallows without hesitation.

“She said no,” J becomes even more imposing as soon as he adjusts the collar of his long, white furry coat. “If I force her it’s rape and I am not a rapist,” he underlines the last word, getting pissed.

“Mister J, come on now. We just thought…”

“You thought wrong!” he raises his voice and gets up from the table, stepping towards you, not excited about this stupid evening.

He stops in front of you and takes the coat from his shoulders, placing it around you.

“Are you OK?” he asks, looking you in the eyes.

“U-hum,” you sniffle, already better since the fur is so cozy.

“One of these days you’ll get yourself killed, or worse…” he leans over to whisper in your ear.

The men are getting impatient; something is off.

“The girls are here,” you announce in a low tone, resting your forehead on his chest. “All my children are here; I saw them last night when I was brought to this place.”

“What’s going on?” Jase moves his chair and the others follow.

“SIT. YOUR. ASS.DOWN !!!!!!” J commands with such ferocity they have no choice but to execute his request.

“Who…who is this, Mister J ?” Lex suspiciously brings up the concern they all share.

“This, gentlemen,” he promptly turns towards them, softly caressing your back, “is my Mother. THE Mother,” he emphasizes the statement and it suddenly makes you warmer. It’s the first time in so many years he referred to you as his Mother.

The gangsters exchange quick glances, panicking.

“This is Mother?” Lex holds his breath, hoping it’s all a misunderstanding.

The wild grin on your face and the fact that The Joker admitted to the connection between the two of you confirms their fear: at this point they know none of them will live to tell.


Nobody knew where you came from. Almost 26 back then, you already had a whole underground network going. So much mystery and secrecy surrounding your existence, so many rumors and assumptions about who you really were. Not a single soul was even aware of your real name; everybody just called you Mother.

Why? Because you helped and cared about those that didn’t matter: the ones living on the streets, the ones abandoned by society or deemed to insignificant to take into consideration when they were abused, went missing or forced to perform unspeakable acts simply because they were considered worthless.

You worked bellow the grid and often used less than orthodox methods to accomplish your missions. Even the authorities used you when they had no leads for different unsolvable cases, especially regarding human trafficking. All done behind closed doors, of course: Mother’s name never came up in any reports or in the news when there was an unexpected breakthrough. How could they admit they got help from someone like you?! It would have been such a scandal if the public knew the truth.

Many times you would go undercover yourself, having your crew ready to take action when you gave them the signal. Some other times you would actually be the bait, walking alone at night in less than respectable neighborhoods, especially districts with high volume of kidnappings, allowing yourself to be abducted if the occasion arose.  

It was an opportunity to infiltrate the complicated maze of human smuggling in order to try and save as many as you could. It was your choice and you had your reasons, despite your team’s efforts to make you change your mind.

What you did was very dangerous, that’s why you changed your physical appearance very often: you never looked the same for more than a few days at a time, never stayed for too long at any hideout. Always on the move, hardly traceable or recognizable if you didn’t want to be.


The first time you met him was on a Friday. He hesitantly stepped inside your office at your main hideout and looked nervous noticing all the security around the place. You were sitting at the desk and Kai was standing to your left; he wouldn’t have abandoned that spot even dead.

“How old are you?” you asked the young man, trying to figure out what’s going on with him. He had long brown hair back then, almost elbow length and his blue eyes were a lighter shade than today.

“22…” he muttered.

“More like 19-20,hm?” you called him out on his obvious lie. ”Anyway, what’s you name?”

He struggled to answer.

“I need a name, I don’t care if it’s your real one or not. Make up something!”

“Umm…Jack,” he shortly replied.

“Jack in the Box!” you snorted, amused by the first thought you got when you heard the name. Definitely not the real moniker but it was fine.

You took out a cigarette from the pack and Kai was quick to snatch it.

“You have enough bad habits, Mother,” and he put it inside the jacket of his suit, knowing you are not going to be happy.

“Are you kidding me?! Give that back!”

Kai pretended not to hear and you weren’t excited:

“You’re fired!”

“No I’m not,” he calmly replied and you were about to start giving him a piece of your mind when he just took your hand and kissed it to shut you up. It worked.

“Stop it…” you grumbled, returning your attention towards Jack that was watching the scene without any clue on how to react.

You exhaled, frustrated.

“What do you need help with?”

“Umm…I need a place to stay…”

“Runaway? Bad home?” the interview kept on going and he felt uncomfortable. “I can always tell anyway, no need to confirm,” you cut it short. “You don’t talk too much, do you?”

He really didn’t back in the day.

“I’ll help you as soon as I can verify your story,” you signaled him to get out. “Can’t afford any spies around.”

“I’m not a spy…”

“Said no spy ever,” you sarcastically smirked.

Jack didn’t say anything more before exiting the room.

“What do you think?” you addressed Kai and he leaned over to kiss you.

“I’ll have someone check, babe,” and was already reaching for his cell when you stopped him.

“First give me back my cigarettes!”

“Nope,” and he dialed the numbers while you got pissed.
“You’re fired!”

“You can’t fire your boyfriend,” Kai winked and you kicked his leg, annoyed.

“Never say that laud, you know the rule!!!”

“I’m sorry, Mother, don’t get mad,” he mocked and you really wished you could have fired him but you loved that man too much anyway.


Jack wasn’t a spy; far from it. His background check brought up a bunch of unfortunate events that ending up with him requesting your help. Who else but Mother would have cared about somebody like him? He was actually a bright one, just stubborn and defensive: typical for those having it tough at early ages.

He mostly ran errands and commissions, being quite trustworthy as a courier to your own surprise. Jack also got a place to leave at one of your shelters, away from the past he was trying to escape.

The first encounter with the brutal reality of what it meant to be the Mother of Gotham occurred about after 5 months you took him in. He happened to be there when your crew was able to recover some young girls that disappeared without a trace. They never made it back to the orphanage you placed them at after school. But you didn’t let that slide: you never turned a blind eye to such things.

When your people opened the back of the truck and you saw them, your heart stopped: they looked beaten up and scared to death, clinging to each other like it was the last thing they will ever do. After a few seconds they realized it was you.

“M-Mother?…” one timidly uttered, not believing you were real.

You opened your arms, waiting and then another girl cried out:

“It’s Mother!”

“Mother!” they got the courage to move and jumped out of the vehicle, rushing in your arms while you tried to comfort them: seven girls between the ages of 14 and 16, finally finding some reassurance after being through hell.

“My poor children,” you kept on whispering, distressed, attempting to reach and embrace all of them. “What happened to you?”

A few began to sob and some averted their gaze, whimpering and you just knew.

“Goddamned assholes,” you gasped for air, staring at the grey skies.

“Mother,” Kai approached to report and you signaled your men to take the orphans to the SUVs parked on the side of the road. They were desperate to stay close to you but you convinced them to obey. “They were planning to move them on the West Coast tomorrow morning; great market for the young ones there. We managed to catch a few of them,” he briefed you, showing you the armed van a few steps away.

You stomped and opened the heavy doors yourself, glaring at the men inside, all tight up with gags in their mouth.

“You like innocent young girls, hm? You think because they have nobody you can do what you please with them? In case you didn’t know, they are not alone: they do have a Mother !!!!” you yelled, rabid and panting with indignation. “Grenade!” you requested one from the men close to you. He handed you a hand grenade and you were fast to pull the pin and toss it inside, quickly sealing the door. The detonation was quiet, the armed truck containing the blast. Blood started dripping from inside and you just barked at the goons:

“Make sure this disappears!”


One night you were traveling between hideouts without escorting cars; so rare for you to do that but you were in a big hurry. Kai was driving and he noticed you were being followed.

“We have several tails,” he accelerated and you called your men for an emergency intervention.

“We are being followed: deploy a convoy right away. I’m on Mulberry Hill, heading west! Hurry up!!” You barely finished when two cars coming from the opposite direction slammed into your van, then the ones behind crashed your vehicle, forcing it off the cliff. Everything happened so fast you didn’t have time to say a word; Kai died on impact and you almost lost your life also, but your people found you in time. You didn’t wake up for a week: you had five broken ribs, a punctured lung, several fractures, bruises and cuts on your entire body.

Your crew turned one of the hideouts in a clinic since you couldn’t be taken to a regular hospital. While unconscious, so many came to see you, worried about your health: hundreds of souls you helped and still helping, aware that if you were gone, there was nobody left to fight for them. Not in the way you did anyway.

Jack has seen nothing like it before, finding himself admiring and envying the respect you were given.

Your most trusted men and women were there when you called upon them after you woke up. Jack and some young ones were summoned by the crew also, awaiting orders. You were in such a bad shape you could barely speak.

“Kai…is…is…dead…” and you started crying, heartbroken at the news you had found out upon your awakening. “And they couldn’t…” and you gulped, heartbroken, “…save my baby…”

“Mother…” Richard took your hand, holding it and you didn’t even feel it. The others were silent, grieving your loss too. Jack had no idea you were pregnant, just a few closer to you aware of the secret.

“I can’t have children … anymore…” you continued to mumble, “…but I’m not childless…I…have so, so many children…Every single one I help…is my child…” and the doctor injected your sleeping medication because you were in so much physical and mental pain. Your eyelids got heavy and Elsie encouraged the team to get out and let you rest. Jack lingered behind for a little bit, gazing at the broken Mother. He didn’t know why, but he remained by your side, planting a soft kiss on your swollen lips and whispered before heading out:
“Try not to die you horrible woman.”

It took a few months for you to recover but you weren’t able to do anything afterwards.You locked yourself up in one bedroom at your penthouse and refused to see any faces. You couldn’t get over your despair of losing the man you loved and your baby. From time to time you would open the door and asked for food or cigarettes, your bodyguards noticing a lot of Kai’s clothes scattered around and baby garments you would hold to your chest. You were in such bad shape they were seriously concerned about your wellbeing.

“Bring me a pack,” you would ask, rubbing your red eyes. “He can’t tell me I can’t smoke,” and you would close the door, bursting into tears and cry yourself to sleep.

So many needed help and you didn’t care. Your crew tried their best yet Mother was desperately wanted back.

** “Mother,” your henchmen would knock at the door. “Some of the young ones left: Jack, Kailey, Brian and Lara. They said they are getting out of town. We need new couriers; who should we hire?”

“I don’t give a shit! You can all go to hell!” you would hiss and they had to make it work the best way they could.

** “Mother, young girls and boys are missing from District 7! We got a trace, do we have green light to move?”

“I fucking don’t care!!!” you would shout, pissed they bothered you.

** “Mother, Mister Bruce Wayne is here!” someone would announce.

“He can go to hell too!!” you yelled and he heard since he was a few steps away. You liked to use the orphanages under his patronage to place your children in, they were the safest. Under the radar, of course, not too many knew about your connection.

“I’m so sorry sir,” your people would apologize, “She’s…not feeling well.”

“That’s fine,” he nodded in acceptance, aware of what’s going on with you. “I’ll be back.”

** “Mother, Taysha is here, she needs help.”

“Don’t care!!!!”

But the 10 year old started whaling at the door, pounding with her little fists against the heavy oak door.

“Mother!!! Mother, please!!!! My sister is missing, I didn’t see her in a week!!! Please, Mother, help me!”

There was no response and they tried to take her away while she was screaming and fighting them.

“Mother!!! Mother!!!!” the little girl didn’t give up and you finally cracked the door, telling them to let her go.

“Where was she last seen?”


You slowly went back to what you were doing since you had no choice: no one else willing to take your place or aid those that nobody cared about. A few years went by and one night you were watching the news, when something got your attention: they were talking about The Joker, a criminal emerging from out of nowhere, accused of several acts of violence, arson, blackmail and robbery.

“Hm…” you tilted your head, deep in thought. “Kind of looks familiar…” and you held your pillow tighter, debating. “Oh my God!!!” it clicked. “It’s Jack in the Box! Honey, it’s Jack in the Box!” you turned towards Kai’s side of the bed, smiling. From time to time you placed his favorite suit by you, pretending he’s still alive and talked to him. “Remember the kid with long hair and blue eyes running errands for us? He looks sooo different but it’s him! You know I never forget a face!” You were pleased with the revelation and hoped you can twist it in your favor. You caressed the tiny yellow onesie on your tummy, a small token of your lost baby that you couldn’t part with:

“I wonder what happened to him…”


Your first encounter was at a strip club where you infiltrated as a dancer, your sources telling you The Joker would be there that week. He showed up one night and was heading towards the VIP room for a meeting when one of the girls lined up for the customers got his attention. You gazed at each other for a few moments and he just knew: that was Mother standing there, playing with her pink, neon hair while giving him a small wink. You looked so different but he never forgets a face.

“I want a private dance first,” he sneered, halting in front of the dancers, pointing his cane towards you. The young girl besides you froze: no older than maybe 15, hardly holding in her anxiety: he didn’t seem friendly to say the least. Not that any of them ever did.

“Don’t worry, it’s not for you,” you talked loud enough for her to hear you over the blasting music and she swallowed the lump in her throat, relieved.

“I want her in the Gold Room,” The Joker made his request known and he got what he wished for.

“Of course, Mister J,” they obliged and you followed the green haired man in the private room, parting the colorful beads as he sat down on the chair in the middle, waiting.

You kept a fake grin on your face, not breaking eye contact while kicked his legs opened to get in between and started to dance for him.

“Hello, Mother,” J growled under his breath, enjoying the show nevertheless.

“Well if it’s not my favorite son, alive and breathing,” you grabbed his hands and slid them down your hips.

“I was never your favorite,” he sighted, annoyed.

“True,” you admitted, sitting in his lap. “Don’t blow up my cover; they have 2 cameras in here,” you pulled on his bottom lip, making it all seem normal since they were watching for sure.

“I will have to kill you since you know too much about me,” he yanked at your waist and there was such darkness in those eyes he probably meant it.

“Not if I kill you first,” you replied with such determination you probably meant it.

“Mister J, are you well taken care of?” one of the club owners peeked inside and you quickly squeezed J’s cheeks together, kissing his puckered lips.

“Yeah, I am. Get out so I can enjoy my dance!!!” he angrily threw his cane towards the man, making him apologize and back out in a frenzy.

“They brought in a shipment two days ago, the youngest girl 13 and the youngest boy 14. I came in so I can confirm for my team standing by for my signal. This time we have FBI coming in the next 30 minutes. Anonymous tip, of course, “ you stroke his pale forehead, playing your part. “Don’t go to your meeting, just leave after I’m done.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he sucked on his silver teeth, debating.

“Because I believe we can help each other. You know who I am and what I’m capable of. And you have connections I might have to add to my list. I don’t give a damn about what you do as long as it serves my needs. OK?”

“I’ll think about it…” The Joker slapped your butt and stuck a few hundred bills in your lacy thong when you got up and bent over in front of him:

“Don’t push it!” you grouchily admonished.

“You told me not to blow your cover. Make up your mind!”


“Are you better now?” J hands you over a glass full of whiskey and you close your eyes as a yes, sipping from your drink and watch the flames burning in the fireplace. You wanted to go to his penthouse after tonight’s incident and finally feel warm; you were so cold for so many hours.

“If you catch pneumonia and die, can I inherit your fortune?” J huffs, piling up a bunch of blankets and furs in front of the fireplace.

“No,” you snicker, crawling over on the made up bed, exhausted.

“Humor me: if you die, what am I supposed to engrave on your headstone? I need a name.”

“Mother is fine,” The Joker gets his elusive reply.

“You give me no choice: I have to kill you for talking to me like this!”

“Not if I kill you first!” you gesture for him to join you and he complies.

You snuggle to him and he’s silent before reprising his usual comeback:

“One of these days we’ll have to have sex so we can get it out of our system.”

“I don’t think so,” you roll your eyes and cover his mouth. He takes it and kisses it, purring.

“You borrowed one of my t-shirts and boxers tonight, I need payment.”
“Ughhh, I liked you better back in the day when you didn’t talk too much,” you elbow him and turn away, getting comfortable.

“Hey, what about a quickie?”

“No,” you chuckle and he hugs you from behind, upset:

“How dare you ??!! I really have to kill you now!”

“Just try,” you yawn, “ keeping his hand captive, “ I’m telling your girlfriend you’re hitting on me”.

“Don’t start anything ! Women always side to get a guy in trouble,” he sniffles, outraged. 

You probably would tell her.

“Then let me sleep and she won’t hear a peep out of me.”

“Fine, you teasing cougar!”  

You burst out laughing, amused.

“Wooow, nobody ever called me that, at least not to my face,” you keep on laughing, repositioning yourself in his arms while he smells your hair, irritated.

The Joker doesn’t have a past: nobody knows who he is or where he came from. But he has a Mother and she is the only one to keep his secrets. Even if she is a mystery herself, The King of Gotham wouldn’t trust anybody else because a long time ago Mother proved him wrong when he thought nobody cared.


Hartwin Fanfiction Recommendations - Kingsman

I love recommendation lists! The sheer amount of Hartwin on Ao3 is beautiful and overwhelming. I feel like many of the fics below have been received the attention they deserved. But also, many of them were ‘lost’ in the shuffle. These are also fics that have inspired me to to my own writing.

Please also keep in mind that these recommendations may include some constructive criticism. While I love them all, there are comments that I think need to be said in any recommendation. I’m not going to be adding warnings (those are in the links) but I want to give a larger picture of the piece besides fawning over how much I love it.

This list also does not include any tumblr ficlets. I love those too but they are more difficult to keep track of. If you follow me, I tend to reblog everything I love so you can find more that way. If you have any recommendations to send me, please do!

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Genre : Guardian Angel AU | Fluff, slight smut

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Little princess (Ahkmenrah imagine)

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, I have the feeling that my writing skills are not the same as they used to be. I also have the feeling that my imagines are no good anymore in contrast to those I wrote at the very beginning. I’m very sorry if you don’t enjoy my imagines or are confused because you don’t understand them. English isn’t my first language and I try to express myself in the best way I can. That doesn’t mean I will give up but I really do need your feedbacks to find out how they are. Enjoy this one! Hope you’ll like it!

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It was in the middle of the night in Egypt. A young man was standing on the huge balcony, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful night sky, covered with tons of stars which were shining bright and illuminating the whole city in front of him. Completely silence surrounded him, he heard nothing but the comforting sounds of the wind. Everybody was sleeping peacefully in their beds, secured by the warmth of their blankets over their bodies or even the by the warmth of their beloved ones. But this young man couldn’t sleep. He didn’t mind though. He would rather spend his time watching the stars instead of falling asleep. He loved looking at the stars. They were fascinating and magical to him.

Whenever he had a stressful day or bad mood, the stars always cheered him up. It was like they knew exactly when he needed them, and appeared then.

The young man’s gaze fell down on his arms where carried a little baby, covered with fine cloth. The little girl was quietly snoring in her father’s arms, her tiny chest lifted an fell peacefully. Her little fingers were wrapped around her father’s forefinger and she didn’t let him go since the moment she fell asleep.

She was pretty like her mother once used to be. She had emerald eyes like her, her lips and her nose. A smile was plastered on the young man’s face. Ahkmenrah, fourth King of the fourth Kings, ruler of the lands of his fathers, couldn’t be happier in that moment.

Of course some days were rough. Raising up a child took a lot of responsibility and energy. Especially when you were a single parent. The whole burden was on your shoulders and you needed to see how you got along with it. He could’ve got help from his servants but refused any helping hand.

This was his baby, his little princess and only he would take care of her. He promised to his queen, wife and soul mate to take care of their baby girl and to guarantee a secure life for the future princess.

Unfortunately, his wife died after she gave birth to their daughter. Her heart was weak and there also appeared some complications during the delivery. Luckily, the princess made it but the young queen needed give up her life.

Ahkmenrah felt a sting of pain in his chest as he thought about the love of his life. It was hard for him to accept the absence of his wife. He didn’t leave his chamber during the first weeks. He wanted to be alone with his grief. He cried every single night, pressing his face into her pillow where her wonderful scent was still present. The fact that he would never be able to see her lovely smile, to run his fingers through her soft curls and to touch her elegant body tore his heart apart.

Then he thought about his daughter and that he had to stay strong for her. She needed him after all.

“I love you, my little princess.” He whispered to her tiny ears as he stroked her soft, pink cheek. “And I love you my queen.” He said a little bit louder and his eyes were fixed on the stars again. He knew and felt that his wife was watching over him and their daughter.

Sometimes he could sense her presence and also her scent was lingering in the air. A few times he caught his baby laughing in joy when no one was around, even when he left the room for a few minutes. He assumed that she could see her mother’s spirit and wished from the bottom of his heart that he would see her too.

“She looks like you, my queen. Her beauty, her eye color, her hair… everything she has from you.” Ahkmenrah continues talking, weighing the infant in his arms back and forth. “Sometimes it hurts to even look at her, because every single thing of her reminds me of you. But then I think about how lucky I am because it was you who gave birth to her. She is ours, yours and mine, our product of love.” He gently kissed his daughter’s cheek.

“And I promised to take care of her. I’ll protect her with my whole being, my beautiful lotus.”

Suddenly, the glass doors were opened and Shepseheret entered the balcony. She had a worried expression on her face. “My son,” She spoke. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” She came closer to the young pharaoh and saw the little girl in his arms. “She’s going to have a cold if you stay outside any longer.”

“She’s going to be alright, mother don’t you worry.” He said, offering the old queen a gentle smile.

“According to the stars, I guess your wife is watching over you?” Shepseheret said amused. “She’s always watching over us, mother.” Ahkmenrah said determined. She knew how much you loved the stars as well and used to believe that whenever the stars appeared on the night sky that you were around, taking care of them.

“I know, son.” She patted her son’s shoulder. “I know. I’m just worried about you. Are you okay?”

Ahkmenrah stared at his baby girl for a moment before he spoke. “I’ve never been better, my queen.  Nefertiti is my little joy of life. She’s my shining star. And I love her so much.” He said, pressing the little infant closer to his body. Shepseheret looked at the young pharaoh wit adoration.

Never in her life had she seen someone who shared so much love and passion for a child. She was proud of the young man in front of her. “You are the best father she could ask for, Ahkmen.” Before she left to leave father and daughter alone she added, “And I’m sure your wife is also proud of you.”

Ahkmenrah smiled happily and gave his attention back to Nefertiti. “You’re my angel, princess. I love you to the moon and back.”

Then he stepped into his room, closing the doors behind him carefully so he wouldn’t make any noise that would wake up the little princess. He went to her crib which stayed next to his bed and slowly laid her down, covering her tiny body.

A wonderful scent of flowers was lingering in the air and a small laugh escaped the Pharaoh’s mouth. “Good night, my sleeping beauty.” He said to Nefertiti.

“And good night, my precious queen.”