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Requiem: Part Four

I, II, III

“You are pathetic, Adrien.” Ezekiel grabbed his hair, jarring his head up to meet his. “Best shadowsinger of the generation and you still got yourself captured so easily. A few well placed blows and males and you got seperated from your brother and that female you so obviously love. Maybe when I get done with you, I can get to know your whore. She looks like a wild lay.” No way in hell was he letting this monster anywhere near Maze. “After I fuck her I can reunite her with you.”She’d castrate and behead him before he got so much as a finger on her.

He spat blood in the male’s face, “What do you mean when you get done with me? You aren’t the one hurting me, your precious lackeys are. You are just not male enough to inflict the damage yourself. You are just as spineless as your traitor of a father.”

A low vicious snarl escaped Ezekiel, a burning hatred for him rekindled in his eyes, his interest in Mazakynn fading away.

“Hold him.”

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“Oh, look at him, going around flirting with those girls. Disgusting!”, my friend spat.

Yeah, I do see him. I’m looking at him. With every girl he puts his arm around or winks at, my heart clenches and wrecks itself.

“Look at those eyes and expression of yours”, she grunted, “it’s been over 3 months, why won’t you just forget about him and move on? You know? Live your life properly.”

“I miss him”, I whispered.

“Yeah I know, duh.”, she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“I can’t let go because I’m hoping for things to change.”

“What do you want to change? Look at him, he’s hopeless. He doesn’t repent! He — ”
I cut her off.

“I don’t miss him as a whole. I don’t miss the last few terrible weeks before we broke up. At this point of time, I miss the way he was when I first met him. I fell in love with everything he pretended to be.”

“Then just hate him. Find all his bad qualities and hate him.”

I sighed and looked up into the sky, “To hate, is an easy thing; but to love takes strength everyone has, but not all are willing to practice. I’m worried if I do hate him, I’m not able to love him again.”
I frowned and a tear rolled down my cheeks.

My friend shook her head at how hopeless I was. She looked over at him and whispered, “The only downfall of having a good heart is that you’re constantly looking for angels inside of demons; and they wonder why the good knows so much pain.”

—  Leigh
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10 reasons why i love yang yoseob

his laughter/smile. Yoseob isn’t one to hide his happiness and protect his ‘idol image’- at whatever chance he gets he would always show the world his smile, one so large it would show all of his white teeth. The great thing is, you know he always means it; his wide grins are genuine and not to mention, so beautiful.

Arrow Fic: Miss Congeniality 2/5

Title:  Miss Congeniality, Chapter Two (Chapter One)
Author: dettiot
Word Count: This chapter, 3850; Total, 22,240
Chapters: Four plus epilogue
Rating: Teen with mature epilogue
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Warnings: None
Summary: FBI Agent Felicity Smoak’s career is on the verge of being derailed. An undercover assignment at the Miss United States pageant, working with fellow agent Oliver Queen, might save her job–but she doesn’t realize it will also change her life.
Author’s Note: I’m so happy to be posting this story, which came about thanks to some discussions on Tumblr.  I hope y’all enjoy this rom-com presentation of Felicity and Oliver!

Many thanks to those who made this fic possible.  First and foremost, the @olicityficbang event, which has been a joy to participate in.  Next, my cheerleader @honorthedeadbyfighting, who was so enthusiastic about this fic as I was writing.  My beta @curvy-tam stepped in halfway through my writing process and offered an eagle eye to catch my mistakes.  Finally, be sure to take a look at the amazing graphics created by @captainsummerday for this fic!

A chapter a day will be posted until the story is completed.  You can read it on AO3 or here on Tumblr.  Happy reading!

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Smoothing her hands over her sweater, Felicity followed Oliver and Merlyn off the elevator and into the offices of the Miss United States pageant.  It was all glass and chrome and ostentatious flower arrangements in shades of pink and purple: the official colors of the organization, Felicity knew, thanks to her wee-hours-of-the-morning research.

After two drinks at Charley’s (she had wanted to hold herself to only one, but Merlyn had insisted on one-upping Bowen), Felicity had gone home and promptly freaked out.  Because … what was she doing?  Getting all dolled up for a night was one thing–but going undercover at a beauty pageant?  There was no way she could pull this off!  She’d never had that many friends, certainly not of the female persuasion.  Acquaintances, that’s what she had.  And now she was going to be among fifty-six of the most beautiful women in the United States, women that had looks and charm and grace, and she would stick out like a sore thumb.

So after an hour and a half of staring at her ceiling instead of sleeping, Felicity got up and started researching.  Knowledge was power, after all, and it would be worth her puffy eyes and jittery hands.  But now that she was operating on little sleep and a lot of caffeine, Felicity regretted pretty much everything about last night.

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