word and breath

221fandomwitches  asked:

destiel prompt if you want: au. witch!cas. dean (human) is a security guard at a museum, and at night cas sneaks in to get an bone for a spell. dean confronts him, but cas is too cute to arrest.

Hey, thanks! This one was a lot of fun :)

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Castiel pulled the hood of his jacket up as he walked down the damp sidewalk, still wet from the rain, and crouched down next to the back door.

This was such a bad idea.

He shook his head and pursed his lips. No use in turning back after two weeks of deliberating.

After quickly glancing in both directions to make sure no one was heading in his direction (not that he was expecting anyone to at three in the morning), he shook the door handle.

Locked, obviously.

Castiel murmured a few words under his breath and blew a quick puff of air into the keyhole, smiling when he heard a satisfying click. The gears shifted into place.

The door only creaked a little when he opened it and slipped through.

The more steps that he took inside the museum, the more sure he was that this was a bad idea. When had he decided to live a life of crime?

He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself. This wasn’t a life of crime. This was one crime that wasn’t even going to hurt anyone, and then he was going to call it a day -  forever.

As he quietly made his way through the dim hallways, he mentally ran through the list of ingredients that were needed for the spell. Most of them were easy enough to find, some would take a little bit of creativity, and one - the most important ingredient - had to be a bone shaving. Sure, he could have settled for some kind of fish bone he picked out of his dinner or something, but when it came to spells that helped you see into the future, the older the bone, the clearer the vision. The clearer the vision, the more his client was willing to pay.

And, well -

Castiel stopped as he turned the corner and looked up at the massive skeletal remains of a triceratops.

You couldn’t get much older than this.

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Prompt: “You don’t have to say anything” “Stay over”“Take a deep breath”

Words: 574.

Raiting: Angst + Fluff

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He had reached his limit. He felt as if he was losing it all until your arms reminded him you were always gonna be there for him

The broken man in your arms, the one who was sobbing desperately and trying to regulate his breathing with no success was not like any other Jungkook you’ve seen before.

You didn’t dare to ask him anything about it. The moment you heard the door of your apartment click open, the book you were reading for one of your final essays was soon forgotten and now your eyes were fixated on Jungkook’s tall figure.

He didn’t move a single muscle for a considerable amount of time. You were afraid of making any wrong move, so you stood still as well.

There were times of stress in which he only asked for some peace and quiet to feel better and for a moment you thought this was one of those times, but then you noticed the unnatural way in which his shoulders were moving, and that was your queue to stop everything you were doing and approach him as gently as you could.

Jungkook felt your presence in an instant. You stood right in front of him for  a few seconds, in silence, and when you heard it, you snapped. He clinged onto you with desperation. Since you were his last recourse, his last trace of strength, he couldn’t help himself any longer.

His legs gave up as soon as he felt safe in your arms and oh how hard it was for you to keep your balance until you were both on the wooden floor: your legs were around his waist, and his face was buried deep in your neck. “You don’t have to say anything”. You whispered to his ear, running one hand through his hair, while you tried to sooth him with your other hand by rubbing his back with soft touches. “They’re so angry at me. I’m not making any progress and my hyungs are so angry at me”. He managed to say, although his voice was almost completely muffled by your sweater.

You knew Jungkook constantly put himself under unnecessary pressure just for being the youngest of the group. He thought himself capable of anything and no, you weren’t denying he was capable of anything, but you’ve told him many times before he needed to embrace the idea of being vulnerable from time to time, as well as his errors and mistakes.

Still, Jungkook was a stubborn man. It didn’t matter how many times you told it was completely ok to fuck up from time to time, he would never get used to the idea of having to encounter some bumps on the way.

“Jungkook, look at me”. You begged him, multiples times, but it wasn’t until the fourth time you did that he unburied his head from your neck and looked at you with swollen eyes. You knew his thought were breaking him but seeing him in that state was breaking you.

Take a deep breath, sweetheart”. He did, although it took him some time because he just couldn’t stop choking on his own tears. Jungkook opened his mouth and was about to start blaming himself once again but you stopped him with a soft kiss that lasted a few seconds. “Stay over. You’ll feel better tomorrow. I promise”.

You kissed one more time, this time harder. And that kiss was enough for him to know you were always gonna be there to remind him you would never stop loving him. No matter how many times he messed up.

     Guess it runs in the family.

                    The words chewed him up and spit him back out. They played a harrowing tune over and over in his mind. Wanting. Clawing. Deriving him of any thought other than The Warlock’s words. His breath stammered and fingers twitched. Their dinner had been tense. The omission present in every one of Alec’s mentions. In every word he refused to say. A fierce heart and demand to protect Magnus from harm had been his ULTIMATE downfall. Secrets were a Clave’s attribute and a heavy misstep from the Nephilim. 

                                       But had he lied?

               He couldn’t stomach the idea. The words spat out from someone with so much pain. So much rage. A guilt blanketed every other emotion — except determination. He hadn’t lied. He hadn’t wanted to lie. Not to Magnus. Not to those closest to him, but who was he to put The High Warlock in a position such as this one? Who was he to decide that Magnus had to have this burden to bear along with him?

                          Who were you to decide the opposite?

                 Every emotion raked through his spine. Like an echo he couldn’t shut out or a cry he couldn’t ignore. Alec had taken matters into his own hands. He had protected the love of his life the only way he knew how ( and boy how it had come to bite him in the ass ) and this was his consequence? This was the cost? Anger had finally mingled with the shock. Gaze immune to any movement in the office he hadn’t quite brought himself to leave yet. The remnants of their night like a dying light which mirrored the fire behind him. 

                            It’d been hours of silence. A true testament to just how upset Magnus was. He didn’t trust Alec anymore. That — realization was the hardest to swallow. Magnus seeing him as just another one of The Clave’s dutiful? Somehow…that stung all on its own. Time and time again Alec had fought against The Clave, but recently it’d only been at Magnus’ push. Magnus’ words to remind him of who he was. To bleed that courage into already worn hands. Why hadn’t he learned this lesson yet?

      The Clave had lied. The Clave had pushed a wedge of what was true and what was false. The Clave had been creating enemies and Alec had been doing nothing but trying to clean up their messes. Trying to fix the wrongs that needed to be made right. It was fighting a losing battle, someone as trained and as experienced in the art of war as Alec was could see that. He wasn’t blind to the battles The Clave had all of them fighting for them.

                     But how much was Alec willing to lose?

                    Even despite the instance to make things right….Alexander Lightwood, Protector. Alexander Lightwood, defender of everyone he held close — wouldn’t have made a different choice. He wouldn’t have let Magnus live with this burden. To force him into a secrecy that barred him – stifled him from telling people that needed to know it most. To keep Magnus safe not only from his own people, but from Alec’s as well. If Magnus wasn’t able to keep a secret like this from the children he had always vowed to take care of — a rebellion would ensue and The Clave’s blind eye might just be turned onto Magnus Bane himself.

          He wouldn’t allow that to happen. Wouldn’t have put Magnus into any danger. Any tough situation — not if he could help it. He wasn’t The Clave. He wasn’t his FAMILY. He was Alec Lightwood. He was human. He was flawed. He made mistakes…..but he was nothing compared to Magnus. Not special or unique or as beautiful as The Warlock and in an attempt to save such a  beautiful soul….he had destroyed one of the most important things between them.

                                                            TRUST.

        Alec would be damned if he watched this shatter between his fingertips. Everything he had ever wanted, everything he had been so sure he’d never have was spiraling away without much regard. He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t lose Magnus — not without Magnus understanding. Not without a god damn fight. Alexander Lightwood. FIGHTER

         With trembling fingertips he plucked his phone from his pocket and began to dial Magnus’ number, knowing he wouldn’t pick up. EXPECTING him not to pick up — but he didn’t need him to. Maybe just talking out loud could help him now and the messages could help his intended recipient later.

                    Maybe they could fix all of this. Though Alec knew his words ever seldom did.

people get pissed that Zelda’s portrayed as this fuckin damsel in distress and they’re like “TROPES ARE DUMB NINTENDO IS SEXIST”

and i’m like…
have you…
actually…
played a Zelda game???

when has Zelda EVER ACTUALLY been kidnapped by Ganon PAST THE FIRST GAME?

  • in Zelda 2 and I think Minish Cap she was in a cursed sleep
  • In ALttP she was hiding and I believe later sealed away in another world for a while
  • In OoT she was sneaking around as a ninja trying to help you
  • In Four Swords Adventures and A Link Between Worlds she was sealed away
  • in Wind Waker she’s a pirate who travels with you
  • In Twilight Princess she LITERALLY HELPS YOU KILL GANON AND PARTICIPATES IN THE FIGHT
  • in Spirit Tracks she’s DEAD (AND RETURNS FROM THE DEAD AS A GHOST TO HELP YOU ANYWAY.)
  • in Skyward Sword she’s training to unlock her potential as the LITERAL GODDESS INCARNATE
  • in Breath of the Wild she spent her days studying to unlock her power and then spent a hundred years using it to keep her kingdom safe while all her friends and family FUCKING DIED ALL AROUND HER

she’s sealed away and put to sleep so many times because she NEEDS to be disabled

YOU KNOW WHY?

BECAUSE NOT EVEN DEATH CAN STOP ZELDA FROM KICKING YOUR FUCKING ASS

ZELDA CRIED IN BOTW BECAUSE SHE FAILED TO STOP GANON AND LITERALLY ALLOWED A GENOCIDE TO HAPPEN
SHE’S NOT CRYING BECAUSE “WAH I’M SCARED I NEED A MAN TO PROTECT ME”
SHE’S CRYING BECAUSE SHE WAS TOLD HER ENTIRE LIFE IT WAS HER DUTY TO STOP THE LITERAL END OF THE WORLD. AND SHE FAILED.

SO YOU CAN TAKE YOUR DAMSEL ACCUSATIONS AND GLUE THEM TO ZELDA’S FOOT

SO THEY GET SHOVED UP YOUR ASS WHEN ZELDA KICKS IT

Reigen stared at him, his expression stern in the way Serizawa had learned it was when he didn’t have to keep up his customer service pleasantries. He stepped close to him and rested his forehead against his shoulder, hiding his expression. His quiet words, however, Serizawa could hear loud and clear.

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