young man what would your mother say

Diabolik lovers ‘’5th Anniversary book ‘’ [Subaru’s interview] ~translation|traducción~

Thanks to @madamemalfoy21 and @totallydiabolik for having helped me with the translation

  • 1. Right now, what is your favorite thing?

I like the cushion inside my coffin. I recently put it in, it’s pretty good.
It’s soft enough, now I can sleep better. it’s my favorite thing inside the coffin.

  • 2. What kind of fashion are you into lately?

Black and cool clothes. Since I don’t like flashy colors.
And also… I’m very particular with small accessories.
I think it’s better to wear simple and casual accessories. I don’t like jingling accessories.

  • 3. What habits do you have that you’ll do without realizing?

I lose control when I get angry, and I end up… destroying some wall or something else.
…There are times when I want to destroy things, but there are also times when I do it unconsciously.
… …Does that counts as a habit?

  • 4. How do you spend your days-off?

I stay inside the coffin. It’s not like I’m hiding!
But I don’t have nothing to do… And if I go outside my brothers would involve me in their things, they’re annoying…
So staying inside the coffin is the best!

  • 5. What do you wear to sleep?

I wear casual clothes(loungewear), which I’m used to wearing, but sometimes since I go to sleep I don’t change clothes, you know…?
At least, if I’d undressed I could not sleep well… wait, that doesn’t matter!

  • 6. What do you definitely do before sleeping?

There’s nothing I actually do. When I get sleepy I just sleep.
And when sometimes I can’t sleep … … I just move my body a little, and immediately I got sleep.

  • 7. What part of your body you like the best?

Nothing. I don’t like my hair… neither my eyes. No matter what, each part(of my body) is annoying.
Just… well, I’ve trained my body, so I don’t have a body to be embarrassed to show.
(Subaru TrainEd HIS boDYyyy??????????)

  • 8. What do you like the most of your room?

My coffin. [Subaru loves so much his coffin]
There is nothing that I like to part of that. It is a doctrine not to put unnecessary things.

  • 9. Tell us one memorable impression that you have of your brothers.

To remember something about my brothers…? Hmm, well… what could it be? Impression…
Ahh, when I was young, and I saw that each of my brothers had been brought by their mothers at a dinner party I thought… “I don’t want to get involved with them”

  • 10. What you think of KarlHeinz?

I… don’t understand the old man very well. I just think “what is he thinking”? … …He brought a lot of problems.
I won’t tolerate that he uses me as he wants.
If I say that I don’t hate him… I’d be lying.

  • 11. Where would you go on a date?

H-haa!? A date you say… As if I’d care! I’ll go to the place where she wants to go… no matter where at.

  • 12. What does a girl do to make your heart skip a beat?

What the hell is this question… A expression, huh… Her face when she smiles… for example…?
When I watch her smile, until I end up relaxed… …I don’t want to say this!

  • 13. How does her blood taste?

Sweet… both the smell as the flavor are sweet… when I suck her, each time her blood starts becoming thicker…
And after drinking it gives me an incredible sense of satisfaction.
Sometimes I sucks her by force… But when she obediently accepts my fangs… her blood becomes much more delicious.

  • 14. From which body part do you like to suck her blood?

From her ankle. When I drinks from that place, I can see very well her expression of pain.
It’s more exciting seeing her face while she feels my fangs, than it is dominantly sucking her blood…
Also when I bites her legs she starts to get scared and nervous, it’s pretty good. cough Laito?
[Subaru turns on when see Yui’s face feeling his fangs dksfjsae( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

  • 15. What does her existence mean to you?

…I wanna cherish her. It’s an existence[person] indispensable to me…
She’s always to stay by my side, and thanks to her support, I was able to confront myself.
That’s why… I want to protect her. For eternity…


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A World of Color

Originally posted by thelongwindedblues

Request: “ This idea came from new-fanfic-order’s Marvel blog, but I think it would be really good! A soulmate fic where your soulmate is the only person you see in color, but since kylo’s clothes are monochrome, only he knows you’re meant for eachother.”

Summary: Soulmate AU: (Y/N), princess of Lysatra, has been cursed from a young age by the infamous Supreme Leader Snoke. In hopes to end the last of the Resistance’s allies he happily awaits the day for his curse to enter the last phase. With all things going according to plan Snoke sends his most trusted knight and apprentice, Kylo Ren to finish the job. Little do either of them know however, that things are going to take an unexpected turn.

A/N: I really seriously love this concept haha, I hope I did it justice. I also remember someone requesting something along the lines of a Sleeping Beauty AU (I unfortunately cleared it cause my requests are closed but it’s meshing into this one) and it seemed so perfect for this. Hope you all like it!


In the dim light of the seemingly grand but bare hall Kylo stood with all his attention focused before him. Despite Starkiller’s destruction, Snoke assured he still had a space in which he could speak to his apprentice. Though rather than a hologram, Kylo was looking directly into the sunken eyes of the humanoid he called master. 

Snoke shifted his boney hand slightly, observing it for a moment before he spoke.

“Do you know why I have called you here today?”

Opting not to nod Kylo simply stared at his master, “Yes.”

Snoke smirked as he turned to face Kylo. Though Kylo was accustomed to his masters appearance, the sight would send chills down anyone else’s spine. 

“As I knew you would. …Today is the day in which we get one step closer to destroying the Jedi, as well as the Resistance.”

Snoke straightened himself in his seat as a more mischevious but subtle smirk settled onto his face.

“Lysatra has long been a sympathizer for the Resistance and a known home to force users and former padawans alike.”

Instantly Kylo stopped the horrid memories from playing in his mind once again. It was as if his subconcious was programmed to replay the fateful evening every time the word was uttered. What was done was done and he was onto a far greater path. Wasn’t he?

“Their beloved princess is not only intelligent, but a rare force user. A balance within herself. Mastering both the light and dark without claiming either as a refuge. Word has already surfaced that they wish to send her to Skywalker, further train her in her abilities. With her Skywalker would double his odds of defeating us. That is where you come in, my wise apprentice.”

Kylo straightened his shoulders, as if in an interview for the first time.

“As you know, in my own ability, I placed a curse of the force upon her through a tainted kyber crystal. Now after years of waiting, she has finally fallen into a deep, unshakeable sleep. That, however, is not good enough. We need to be sure Skywalker gains no more assets whatsoever. She must be rid of.”

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Where’s my DCMK kids acting like the sarcastic jerk teen friends most of them are?

Shinichi and Sonoko being judgmental of classmates they dislike and guys that hit on Ran at the beach

Kaito and Aoko just casually taking each other’s food and belongings from their bags and houses because “yeah i didn’t want to do laundry today so i just grabbed one of your sweaters”

The teen detectives milking the “sorry i ran into a mystery and had to help the cops” excuse when they’re late with homework/chores/etc

Kazuha blackmailing Heiji into buying her ice cream so she won’t tell his parents he’s using that excuse

*Aoko does something unladylike* “young lady what would your mother think if she saw you!” “i don’t have a mom”   It doesn’t actually bother her but seeing them try to backpedal is great

*Sera does something embarrassing* “no it’s okay that how it works in America*

Hakuba having a conversation with someone in English, probably saying something unflattering about Heiji. At the end of the conversation Heiji comes in with his opinion on the matter. In perfect English.

Et cetera.

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Imagine: Being Ramsay’s little sister and running away from home. When you find out that Jon Snow is trying to reclaim Winterfell, you join him.

For: my bestie @mentally-in-canada ily! Enjoy :P

Warning: Some season 6 spoilers if you’re not caught up! <3

“Ramsay!” You screamed, “Ramsay stop please!”

Your half-brother just grinned at you as he dangled you off the cliff near your home, “Father told you not wander in the woods alone, you could get killed. Or worse.”

Ramsay’s tone sounded more like a threat than a warning. You gripped his wrist as hard as you possibly could and begged, “Ramsay, please, please stop. J-just let me go, please!”

“Is that what you want little sister, you want me to let you go?” He taunted.

You nodded frantically as a few tears slipped out of your eyes, “Please!”

“Alright fine,” He sighed sarcastically, and released you hands. The only thing you heard over the sound of your own scream was your brother howling with laughter, “You asked to be let go!”

You jolt awake in your bed with a scream. You wipe the mixture of tears and sweat off your face. You were 7-years-old when your 10-year-old brother threatened you by hanging you off a cliff, though he didn’t actually throw you off, the memory of it and everything else he had done to you still haunted you. Ramsay was evil, and your father always sided with him. You may have been the lady of the Deadfront, but your father and brother never treated you as such. You were 17 now and Ramsay was already making suggestions of marrying you off to form alliances with other houses.

“Lady Y/N,” Your handmaiden calls as she walks into your chambers, “Your parents are awaiting your presence at breakfast.”

You groan in response and roll out of bed in a very unladylike manner. You quickly wash up, change, and head downstairs.

You’re eating in silence, listening to your father and brother talk about plans to kill off other houses, eventually you get tired of listening to them and you zone out. Ramsay finally snaps you out of your daze and says, with his mouth full, “Lord Edward of House Forrest will be bringing his son Caspian here tomorrow, so try dressing like a proper lady for once.”

“Why?” You ask, disgusted at the food that was falling out of your brother’s mouth.

“You’re to be betrothed to him of course!” He drones.

“What?!” You ask, dropping your spoon, “I’m seventeen Ramsay! I don’t want to get married yet!”

“It’s not really your choice now is it?” He asks, beginning to get irritated.

“But-”

“Enough Y/N, this has been settled,” Your father interrupts, taking your brother’s side as usual.

“Fine!” You get out of your seat and storm off. You parents and brother call after you, but you don’t turn back.

You storm up to your chambers and quickly change out of your dress, into a pair of trousers and a baggy shirt, and you let your hair out of its tight bun. You pull up a loose floor board and take your sword out of its hiding place, you put the sword in your sheath and climb out of your window.

You had been looking for an escape for years, but you had never been able to convince yourself to leave the safety of home -it may not have been a good home, but it was still home. Now you finally had a reason. You were seventeen years old; you would not let your brother and father marry you off to some stuck-up, thirty-something-year-old lord. You rush to the stables without being seen, it was early in the morning so everyone was too busy working to pay attention to you. You take your horse, and manage to get past the guards.


It’s been six years since you left your home. You had found a small tribe of people who had taken in, and upon discovering your identity, they made you their leader. Over the course of the past years, you had made a few alliances and gathered many other men and women under your rule. You had decided that all of your people would be fighters, whether they were men or women. The skills of your people is what attracted the alliances.

“Lady Y/N!” Your advisor, Lord Joseph -a young man from a royal house who, like you, had escaped his family’s brutality- comes up to you with a note in his hand, “A raven has come from one of my old friends.”

“What does it say?”

“Roose Bolton conspired with the Frays and the Lannisters, and they killed Robb Stark, his pregnant wife, and his mother. Your brother has been legitimized, he is officially a Bolton, and your family has taken over the North,” Joseph says sadly, there’s a hushed whisper falls across the room, everyone worries about what this might entail.

“They are no family of mine,” You hiss, “You are my family, every person in this room is my family, and no matter who becomes the new King of the North, I will not let anyone hurt any of you!”

The tension lifts and your people begin to cheer your name.


Time went on and you had begun to train your people harder, there was a war coming, you could feel it. Stannis Baratheon had already lost his life fighting against the Boltons. You had heard about what your brother had done to Sansa Stark, and it absolutely shattered your heart. Ramsay was never a good person, but never in your life had you wanted to kill him, not until now at least.

“Lady Y/N,” Lord Joseph snaps you out of your thoughts, “Jon Snow, the bastard son of Lord Ned Stark has left the Wall and is coming to reclaim the North, and he is searching for allies to fight with him against the Boltons.”

You smile at him, “Our time to fight has come my lord.”

“And so it seems,” He laughs. You spend the rest of the night drinking, laughing, and discussing strategy with Joseph. He had become like the brother Ramsay had never been to you and you had no idea where you would have been without him by your side.


Morning came and you got ready to ride to meet with Lord Snow, but once you arrive you are told that the battle has already begun.

You approach the site of the battle and see that your brother’s army is brutally beating Jon’s. You lead your own army into the battlefield and begin fighting.

You see one of your brother’s men coming up from behind Jon with a sword. You quickly leap in front of him, taking him by surprise, and stabbing your through his stomach.

Jon turns to you and gives a quick thanks before noticing that he doesn’t know you, “Who are you?”

“We’ll have time for introductions later my lord,” You say before killing another man who advances towards you, “Just know that my people and I are on your side.”

He nods at you before parting ways.

You continue to fight aimlessly; many of your people had been killed off, and things were looking dim.

Your sword pierced the heart of another man when you made eye contact with your brother. It took him a moment to recognize you, but when he did, his eyes filled with such intense hatred, a hatred that you had never seen in any other human in the world. You knew your face mirrored the same hatred towards him.

Suddenly the knights of the Vale appear and save you from defeat.


As you ride into Winterfell Jon finally turns to you, “Thank you for your help my lady, but I must ask, who are you?”

“My name is Y/N my lord,” You pause for a moment, “Y/N Bolton.”

Jon’s face falls and he just stares at you in shock without saying anything, “My father and brother are terrible people, I ran away from home over six years ago, and when I heard what my family was doing, I wanted to do anything I could to help.”

“Bolton or not, you have proved where your loyalty lies Lady Y/N,” Jon smiles at you.


You stand stone-faced as Jon beats the life out of your brother. He pauses for a moment and Ramsay painfully turns his head towards you, he spits out some blood and mutters, “Traitor.”

Jon is about to continue his attack but you stop him. You walk over and look down at your brother.

“Ramsay,” You spit, every syllable drips with venom. You proceed to place your foot on his throat, applying enough pressure to hurt, but not enough to kill him. You didn’t want him to have that easy a death, “You were always an asshole even when we were growing up. I had hope that you would change, that deep down there was even an ounce of humanity in you, but I was wrong. You are a disgrace to humankind. Both you and father. You are a disgrace to the Bolton name. You don’t deserve to be called a man, you are a disgrace to men, but most importantly, you are a disgrace to bastards. Both you and father just a waste of air and space on this planet and now both of you are gonna be forgotten in the matter of… oh wait, who are you?”

Before he get the chance to respond, you walk away to see if any injured person needs your help.


Jon was declared King in the North, and eventually he called you up.

“Lady Y/N, you have proven your loyalties to the North, as the last surviving Bolton, I give you the Deadfront, where you will rule and serve as an ally to the North.”

You bend the knee to Jon, promising to serve him and the North. I’m going home.

End.

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“Mother can put the fear of god in yah with only a spatula, let me just say that right now. She doesn’t like how I smoke in the house: she says it clings to her work and makes it smell or somethin’. Father allows me to do things while mother isn’t here, but he’s hard to read so I can’t tell what he’s thinkin’ at any given time.”


Millinery is bad at keeping her tongue in check, she was so bad that this was what Dice was like when he was small. Hendron tried his best to try and keep that under control so his son would be a professional young man but was unsuccessful. Also giving your child a cigar at 13 is quality parenting right there.

LAWLESS

Summary: Despite his youth, Eren Jaeger is one of the best and most popular doctors of the Kingdom. Among those interested on his services is included a recognized criminal clan, which does not hesitate to use the youngest of the Ackerman as bait. Eren never imagined that this “harmless” girl in red dress would get him into so much trouble, turning his world upside down.


N/A: since I deleted my blog back in March, the “read more” of my old posts is not working anymore, so I decided to re-upload chapters 1 and 2 together to make things easier for anyone who’s interested.

Art by Dani ♥ the full version of Lawless’ cover is here and there’s more related fanart here - I still have to reblog everything again, so the tag will collect more beautiful things done by Dani soon. You can also read the rest of the chapters on FF.net


Chapter 1. Crimson


Mikasa hit the wall hard. In spite of it, the coldness of the bricks did little against her accumulated body heat. Today’s training had been tough, since she had to battle against the stockiest and tallest man at Kenny’s service.

Will, who was practically a beast of a man lay face down on the floor, blood dripping from his broken nose.

“Is he dead?”

The girl shook her head slightly, without even looking at the man approaching the scene. She needed to catch her breath and calm her heart rate. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm while she thought that yeah, she could have killed him. The idiot would have deserved it only for trying to be too clever.

“He should be dead, huh?” murmured the man in an expressionless tone, but Mikasa knew him well enough to perceive his simmering anger.

“The fucking pig”. Levi turned Will over easily with a foot, without any care at all, so he could check his face. Mikasa had done a good job wrecking that stupid face, the guy was going to look uglier than before. Usually when a training session ended like this, it was because the practice puppets had said something disgusting to her or tried something they shouldn’t have.

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anonymous asked:

i have a request! i dont have a preference of rfa members tbh but seven, jumin and yoosung are my favorites so you can do them if youd like or whoever! mc just joined the rfa (probs day 2 or 3) and dont know what each other look like (tho i guess seven would? they just dont say it?). mc goes shopping and runs into the rfa member. they dont recognize each other or their names but start hanging out (and dating?), but on the day of the party, they meet each other as members. their reactions?

Hey! Well…Today I don´t feel like shit and now I can get out of my bed…I´m sorry if I haven´t been active for some time but now I´m feeling pretty  good.So let´s stop my depressing story and let the Hc begin.

Seven

  • Seven needs a refill of HBC.
  • Seven sneaks out of his house because Vanderwood and he goes to his favorite convenient store.
  • He can buy his HBC online but he likes the experience of going to that specific store.Why?
  1. Because in that store the chips are a lot more cheaper .
  2. The chips are in the perfect temperature and there are not broken (but he is the broken one.Ok no…)
  3. THE DRAMA some times he just sit in the chairs of the store and he waits for the drama,I don´t want to enter into details but lets just say the the Boy that works in the store has a very interesting life like a tenelovela/ soap opera(HINT:It involves a dog,2 girls,his grandpa,bubblegum,a lot of calls.Just do the math )
  4. Vanderwood never will find him here.
  5. He likes the music that is in the store.
  • In day 3 he goes to the store and he goes directlly to the the aisle were the HBC are.And when he grabs one bag of chips he notice someone´s hand is grabbing to the same bag that him.
  • Sorry for such cheesy and cliche moment

-“Oh sorry” seven and you say at the same time and see each other.

-”Wow!”seven say with a sparkle in his eyes.”I love you´re hair.” He scratches his head and with a smile says “Sorry if it sound weird but…” he clears his throat “It reminds me of HBC”

-You give him a big smile and with a spark in your eyes too and you say “You notice?! You are the first one that sees” “because I actually dyed my hair inspired on The HBC” you put your head down “My friends say that is a stupid reason but I love HBC so much”

-”It is not stupid! I think it looks very good on you”

-”Really? Thank you,I have not posted a picture online of my new style because it seams like no one likes it”

(That´s why he didn´t recognized you,plus You had big ass glasses)

-”Do you want to sit and eat HBC.I invite.” said seven

-”Ok but I put the the Dr.pepper soda”

-”I love you”

-”what?”

-”ahh…I said that I love my HBC with Dr.Pepper”

  • From that moment on you to saw each other every night,eating HBC and Dr.pepper,trying new candy that was in the store,seeing the boy of the store with his drama,you told him about some kittens that lived right around the corner and you two played with them.
  • You two never told each other´s name because there was so much other things more interesting to talk and you all ways forgot.
  • BUT THE DAY OF THE PARTY OMFG
  • First it was like:

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But then it was like:

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  • How? he didn´t notice ?
  • Well it doesn´t matter now you to are together.

Lets say that the whole saeran in your apartment didn´t happened and seven didn´t had security cameras in you apartment…there is so many wholes in this HC but n djn ckesnskdinewkjm just use YOUR IMAGINATION.(I´m sorry)
nothing is PERFECT ok? :(

Yoosung

  • You were on your work.In Walmart.
  • And 2 costumers come with cleaning supplies,clothes and Healthy food.

-“Yoosung! Come here!” the woman says

-”Mom,I don´t need new cloths…”a young man with a cap and sunglasses

-”But you look so cute in them”

-”Mom,I´m a man now I don´t need to be cute”

-”well you look handsome,What you think?” the women says and looks at you.

-”Me?”

-”I´m sorry…you don´t…”

“Yes, You look handsome in that clothes”

“would you date him?”  said the mother

“ahhh…Of course” You see that people are waiting in the line “so are you going to buy it?”

“only if you give your number to my son”

“OMG Mom?!?!!?” He is so red in this moment

“ahhh” people are getting angry because the line doesn´t move and your manager is seeing you.”ok” you write your number and give it to yoosung and as fast as you can,you are registering all the things “it will be 209.50″ 

“son pay, I will wait in the car”

The mom lefts 

-”I´m sorry You did´t had to”

-”don´t worry” you say and at the same time you give him the change

-”take” yoosung gives you the paper with your number

-”you will not called me?”

-”What? You want me to call you?” he is red and confused

-”Yes, that´s why I give you my number.” ”well…Thank you Sir. for your purchase”

-”Yeah!”

  • Eventually he called you and the first date was a little bit awkward but fun.
  •  the second was calm and funny
  • the third he planed to inviting you to the RFA party but than you told him that you were organizing the party 

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In the party he  just was bragging of who he already knew you before every one else (I am talking about Knowing in person) but he stopped when you mention who you to meet.

Jumin 

CAT protect + mc architect and cat lover + cat store + Elly = Happy jumin.

 so yeah…


For Jumin is much of the same.

Special Agent 606, Out.If you want to request here are the rules: HERE/Matchups: Here /Masterlist: Here

Not The One

Authors Note: I present you with a imagine similar to arranged marriage but it just has a twist ;) Also, I just hit 1k followers so I’m giving away personilzed headcanons and imagines!!! Enjoy the imagine ;D

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Okay so about a week ago someone mentioned uni dad Harry  and my heart hasn’t been okay since. I hope you like this!!

xoxox

Em

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It was a rainy Friday night, thunder crackling into the dark sky as wind whipped against the side of the old apartment building. Harry pulled the curtains shut, shivering as a chill ran up his spine. He turned the thermostat up, praying the temperamental heater would work. He stifled a yawn before turning back to see you, layered from head to toe to combat the late autumn rain. He pushed himself off the wall, reaching out for you as you pulled your wellies off, trying to avoid getting water all over the place. He pushed the hood of your sunshine yellow raincoat down, cupping your face before placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hi.” You sighed out in relief, smiling at him while simultaneously pulling open the buttons of your coat. Harry pushed it off your shoulders, letting it land next to your discarded wellies while his hands travelled down your sides, resting on the bump straining against your tee shirt, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Hi snuggles.” He hummed, pecking your cheek before picking up the raincoat, hanging it on the well-loved coat rack by the front door. He let his lips linger around your forehead before pressing another kiss to your skin, you basking in the affection. “Was class okay?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, eyes closed, savoring his warmth as he ran his knuckles over your arms. “Professor let us out early because of the storm.” You blinked your eyes open to see Harry’s palm stretched over your midsection.

Ever since you two had realized what was supposed to come right after Valentine’s day hadn’t made an appearance, and there was a plastic stick with two little pink lines staring back at the two of you, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Not that he couldn’t keep his hands to himself before-he was always touching you, enveloping all of your sense with him. But this was something different, a new motive behind his gestures; what once would be a hand up your shirt would now rest happily against your stomach, no matter how small the indication that your party of two was about to become a party of three.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” He asked, looking up at you, his eyes that water shade of green you hoped your son would get.

“Everyday mister.” You breathed out, feeling the baby boy under your heart stretch into his daddy’s palm. Harry smiled.

“Watching your body mold around him, our boy, is incredible. Never seen you look so beautiful. Didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but you never cease to amaze me.” He paused, thinking over what he was going to say next. “I always dreamed of having a family, and I know we’re young, and a lot of people are doubting us, but I can’t imagine anyone else I would want as the mother to my son…our son.” He pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, letting his lips linger for a few seconds before pressing another sweet kiss to your forehead.

You blinked back the tears, your heart swelling for the man standing in front of you. You quickly wiped your eyes before looking back up at Harry.

“I can’t wait to have our little family.”

BABE THIS IS THE CUTEST THING. OH MY GOODNESS. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. THANK YOU! THIS MADE ME SMILE SO MUCH. xx.

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“You really said that!?” you threw your head back laughing, your grandfather had the best stories. He continued laughing “Of course I did, what else was I suppose to say” he said laughing with you. 

Most days didn’t go this well, but this was one of those days that went so well that it made you forget that he was even sick. Your eyes surveyed the room, this was it, this is how he would spend the rest of his life. You didn’t feel any shame, you had done what you felt was right for him. Your eyes met with a young man across the room, you had seem him a couple of times of times, he was always visiting an older lady, most likely his mother.

He was tall, handsome, his smile lit up the whole room, every time you found him you couldn’t look away. But it seemed silly, how do you even start a conversation here, “Hi, both our family members are mentally unstable?”

It was too strange so you never bothered. Still those eyes haunted you, the way his hair fell into his face, his lips, his hands, everything about him set you off into a frenzy. You had spent days dreaming about him no matter what you did you couldn’t get him about of your head.

You had been sitting alone in the café, working on the never ending paper trail that was involved in your job, when suddenly you saw a familiar face “Is this seat taken?” his voice was shaky, you looked up realizing who it was. It was him, it was him, it was the guy.

“Yeah, yeah sit” you said nervously.

“I don’t think we’ve met before, my name is Spencer, Spencer Reid” he said.

“Hello, my name is Y/L/N” you said with a small smile.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of hesitation between you both. “I’ve seen you before” you had seen him before, he was the guy you couldn’t keep your eyes off.

“Yes, I’ve seen you at my grandfathers care facility” you said before he could say anything else.

“Yes, that’s it” 

“Is it your Mom?”  you blurted out.

“Yes, it’s my mom”

“She’s always so happy to see you” you added.

You both opened up about your family, how they both ended up in the same place. Spencer told you about his mother, her past, her illness, his childhood. You shared the same details of your life, it was good to finally talk to some who understood. Someone who had shared the same experiences as you, it was easy.

You couldn’t believe it, after all  this time you were talking to him. You had spent to much time wondering what it would be life, what his voice would sound like, what he would have to say. Now here you were in that position you never thought you’d be.

“I’ve been looking at you forever” Spencer said with a nervous laugh “I know that sounds crazy but, can I take you out to dinner?”

You blushed at his request, “Yes, dinner sounds good” you said smiling.

“Well then it’s a date”



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A Meeting of the Queens

Chapter 1: The Knee

Harrenhall seemed the obvious place to meet, sitting abandoned and destroyed by dragonfire the last time dragons and the blood of Old Valyria conquered Westeros. It seemed agreeable to Dany.

“What do you think?” She asked handing the slip of paper to Jon.

“I think it would be on her terms.” Tyrion answered before Jon could respond. “She might have something in store.”

“Aye, she might.” Jon nodded as he rolled the parchment and placed it on the map table of Westeros. He looked down at the area where Harrenhall was located. “It’s not near the sea though, the Iron Fleet would not be an issue.”

Tyrion nodded in agreement, standing on the opposite side of Jon, both men were deep in thought. Daenerys approached Jon turning to look down at the map as well. “What kind of traps could she set?” She mused aloud.

“Well that depends…” Her Hand ran his fingers along the length of his jaw, something he often did when trying to solve a problem.

“She’ll probably have her army, Your Grace.” Jorah said as he stepped up to the table next to Tyrion. “And her Champions at her side.”

“I’ll have Drogon.” She stated matter of fact. “As well as my Hand.” She stared across at Tyrion who paled slightly at the thought of facing off against both of his siblings.

“Yes, I will stand with you.” Tyrion nodded in agreement. “But should it come to a fight, the castle is far too close of quarters for a dragon to be of much use and I’m afraid I have no skill in fighting to match Jaime’s or Ser Gregor’s. You’ll want swordsmen.”

“She’ll have me.” Jorah answered immediately.

“This one wishes to stand with His Queen as well.” Grey Worm answered from near the edge of the room where he stood next to Missandei.

Daenerys nodded in agreement, expecting the answers from both of her most loyal fighters. The one she wanted to have speak up was still quiet next to her, brooding intensely and staring in earnest at the table. He had recovered well from his near death during the mission North of the Wall. However, something had changed in him. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was. He had after all, “bent the knee” but they had not spoken of it since. She had pondered on the subject quite a bit since then however and knew she needed to discuss it with him soon.

“Perhaps we can request Beric Dondarrion or Sandor Clegane escort us with the Wight Walker.” Varys offered from the shadows, stepping forward and standing at the end of the table. “Either of them would be a valuable sword.”

“That is a good idea.” Tyrion nodded in agreement. “I recommend asking The Hound first.”

“We still have not discussed the possibility of traps.” Daenerys pressed, slightly irritated that Jon still had not spoken, nor even dared look at her.

“Well the obvious is an ambush of sorts, either on the way there, or lying in wait upon our arrival.” Tyrion sighed as he began walking to the head of the table towards Varys. “Your Grace saw to it that much of The Lannister Army was dispatched. She could try and stage an ambush with the fleet if we were to approach via sea.”

“Then let us not approach by sea.” She rebutted, looking at him with slight amusement.

“Agreed,” Tyrion answered unphased. “I say we march the Unsullied and the strongest of your Dothraki screamers to the abandoned Castle, have Grey Worm lead a sweep of the Keep itself to make sure no forces await in the shadows to pounce on us. Once cleared, you fly in on Drogon and join us.”

“That seems… Reasonable.” Daenerys answered stiffly. Still awaiting for so much as a whisper from the man standing next to her.

“Aye,” agreed Jorah and Varys in unison.

Her eyes looked up to Jon, he could feel them on his face. He knew he must speak. He straightened, placed one hand on the pommel of Longclaw and turned to look at the fierce, beautiful Queen before him.

“Your Grace…” He paused, the words choking him for just a moment. “After I awoke from our mission North of the Wall, I told you I would bend the knee. Allow me to do so now.” And with that, he took a step back, unsheathed his weapon and bent the knee, Longclaw stood before him, his hands on the pommel. “I swear by the blood in my veins and the honor of my people that I will serve you, from this day until my last day.” With that he bowed his head.

The room went silent and despite the warmth of the fire at her side, Daenerys felt chills up her spine. She had wanted this from the first moment she had laid eyes on him, but now, after having seen the jagged marks on his chest indicating the betrayal of his brothers of the Watch, the thought of his Northern Lords turning on him gave her terrible knots in her stomach.

“Rise.” She answered, taking a step forward as he did, sheathing his sword. “When I first laid eyes on you, I considered you just another Usurper. A Westerosi Lord who wanted power and control. I figured I might intimidate you with dragons and titles. That perhaps you’d see that I was here to take back what was mine with fire and blood. It had worked for me back in Essos, it worked for my ancestors when they first conquered this land, why not here, now, with you?” She paused before taking another step forward, she could see every scar on his face and every hair of his beard at this proximity. “I’ve come to realize that you are an honorable man, possibly to a fault. You are strong, brave, an excellent fighter and hard to kill. You are not the first man to ask me for help, but you are the first man who wasn’t interested in what I could do for you, but what I could do for your people. Your loyalty to them is impressive. I believe that you are truly a King. And because of that reason, I refuse your service and instead offer you something else.” A confused look crossed his face, she heard an intake of breath from Tyrion and Varys behind her. She knew Jorah would be staring at her longingly, but she continued. “Bend the knee Jon Snow, bend the knee and ask for a Queen.” Her heart was jammed into her throat and the only sound was the soft cracks and pops coming from the hearth.

Jon’s face was quite amusing to her in this moment. He seemed so surprised that she might as well have slapped him across the face.

“Your Grace,” Tyrion choked from behind her. “Are you proposing…”

“No,” Daenerys cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “I’m asking Jon to propose.”

“Da–My Queen.” Jon corrected, his breath finally caught for his response. “Are you certain?”

“I believe so. You are a natural born leader. You have proven to be my equal. I am unwed for a reason. A marital alliance would be the best possible option. Your Northern Lords would be impressed would they not? The King in the North returns with The Dragon Queen at his side? After all what is a King without his Queen. The only possible issue with this plan is that I will never birth an heir.” Her voice stopped in her throat at the last statement. What she considered her greatest weakness hung in the air like a foul smell.

“Your Grace…” Jon’s mouth opened and closed then opened again. “I never knew my mother. As a bastard of the North I never belonged. My father was a great man, but I was his shame. I felt like a blight on the Stark name and from a young age, I swore I would never have children of my own. That is why I took the black and joined the Nights Watch. Because men of the Nights Watch take no wives and father no children. You say you can’t birth children, that your dragons are your children. That is a agreeable to me. A legacy does not need to rely on an heir. Who knows if I will even live long enough to think of such a future anyway. Winter is here and the dead March toward us. But Dany,” again using the name he had used before he takes her hands and bends the knee once more. This time his head faces up, his dark eyes looking at her with the depth and intensity that he had while holding her hand on the ship. “I would be the luckiest and happiest man in all of Westeros to have you as my Queen.”

“Then rise as my future King, let us face the long night, together.”

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Chapter 2 up soon, only on Tumblr for now.

Mr. Admirer [Lafayette x Reader]

Length: 2579 words

Genre: Fluff

AU: HamilTime

TW: None

You heard a knock on your door, peeking out to find no one. You were about to close the door when a white envelope on the floor stopped you. You raised an eyebrow as you picked it up. 

“Who is it, darling?” your mother asked you.   

“No one. Just a letter,” you replied. It was addressed to you.   

“For who?“ 

“Me." 

“Oh?” your mother looked over your shoulder. “From whom?" 

“I’m not sure.” You carefully opened the envelope, your eyes landing on the bottom of the page which just says ‘Eternally yours, An Admirer’. Your eyes widened, and you jumped to the beginning of the letter.   

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           Steve and Bucky grew up hearing Yiddish as often as they did English, knowing that Mrs. Rogers made the best matzo ball soup and that Mrs. Branes would always stretch the money so they had a decent Shabbos meal and a tiny challah.  Power outages, or the power being turned off, meant searching for the old cheap candles and making sure not to use the ones specifically for Shabbos.  Everyone knew that they couldn’t take a full day of rest, or else they wouldn’t have enough money to make rent.  But Steve knew that Friday he got to go over to Bucky’s with his ma for dinner, that he got to watch Mrs. Barnes light the candles and hear the chanted prayer in words he didn’t quite understand.  Friday nights often meant that Steve would sleep over, and if they boys were good Rebecca would tell them a story,

           The Maccabees were always Steve’s favorite to hear about; the small family defeating the large Greek army and taking back their temple.  The little guy won it that story, though Steve quickly learned that it didn’t hurt to have a bigger friend there to help you out sometimes.

***

           They matured quickly, noticing how Shabbos meals got smaller and smaller.  First the depression came, and Bucky started working instead of studying or playing.  He was smart as anything, so grades were never something he worried about.  He had too much else to worry about.  His parents were getting their hours cut, Becca was in love, Steve was constantly sick, Steve’s ma was working way too much to try and afford the doctor visits he needed… No, Bucky didn’t have any time to worry about things that didn’t help those he loved.

           When Mrs. Rogers died, Bucky told his ma that Steve would be moving into his room, that they’d chair, that if she didn’t agree then he was moving out.  Mrs. Barnes just looked at Bucky and smiled fondly.  “There’s no way I could break you two apart,” she laughed quietly and walked away.  With that settled, Steve moved into Bucky’s room.  Bucky insisted that Steve sleep on the bed, and Steve insisted that Bucky not sleep on the floor.

***

           Officially, James Buchanan Barnes was drafted.  But if you asked him, he would tell you that he volunteered.  Saving the world, fighting for the right thing, helping his people, all those good reasons.  The pay didn’t look like it was half bad either and they wouldn’t have to feed him anymore…  Bucky rationalized and rationalized, fighting against his every instinct he had that screamed to him to stay and protect Steve.  But Bucky shoved it down and smoothed down his jacket; this was to help Steve, to help everyone.

           He knew, of course, that Steve had been trying to get in.  But he was reassured by the fact that no one would take him.  A small, sick, Jewish boy?  No, Steve would never be allowed to join up.  That thought comforted Bucky as he watched the skinny form move through the crowd and away from him.  Bucky didn’t know what would happen to him over there, but at least Stevie would be safe…

***

           “Your tags are being made,” Doctor Erskine told Steve.  “With your correct information, not what you put on that form.”  There was a slight pause, “is there anything you wish to be change?”

           “I’m Jewish,” Steve blurted.  He hadn’t put that on any of his forms recently, not since everyone laughed and said they had enough lazy Jews to meet the quota.  But this was different, he was in.  They wouldn’t send him back now, right?

           The doctor just nodded and smiled slightly.  “Never be ashamed of that.  We must fight, however we can.”

***

           The small “H” on Steve’s tags made him feel powerful and powerless at the same time.  He was like the Maccabees now, a small man against a large army.  But how could one person win the war, especially when all he was doing was performing on stage?  He felt like nothing more than a dancing monkey, not worthy of the title “Captain America”.

           Going overseas made Steve feel like he might actually make a difference, cheer up the men who were doing actual good.  Perhaps, perhaps he’d even get to see Bucky.  Wouldn’t that be something, he might even be the taller one!

***

Rescuing Bucky was never a question, Steve would do it.  With or without any help.  That was his same attitude when he Howling Commando’s and told them what he was going to do.  Bucky was the first to stand up.  “You aren’t going in there without me.”  There was understanding there, a knowledge that they could be related to the people they would save.  The rest of the Commando’s stood up with echoes of “We’re with you, Cap,” and “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

***

           Pietro and Wanda growing up in a different world, though not one with less fighting and hatred.  They know they’re Jewish but not really what that means, except that they had latkes and their parents sometimes whispered about it not being safe. They remember their grandfather having numbers on his arm, but never knowing what it meant. He died before they learned about the war, understood their parents fear of hatred coming back.

They had mixed emotions about letting a German scientist experiment on them. It was hardly a week after their parents had died, not knowing why they needed to wait a week but knowing it.

“You know what Mamma and Papa would say.”

“They’re dead. Maybe he’s different.”

And so, they made a choice to save their people.

***

           Steve spent a lot of time at Jewish retirement homes, at first just listening to everyone and letting the familiar language and smell remind him of his childhood.  It felt so good to hear people conversing in Yiddish, to smell matzo ball soup again, to watch women lighting candles every Friday night.

           It took Steve a month, but eventually he started talking.  Once everyone got used to the fact that he was Captain America, they found that they liked Steve.  These people were about his age, and they understood growing up without in a way that Steve was immensely glad that his new friends knew nothing about.

***

           When Steve got Bucky back, the two of them started going together.  Steve was able to watch as Bucky slowly let down his guard and as his halting Yiddish came back.  It was part of their routine, to visit once every week.  They had found a place where it was alright for them to be openly affectionate.  One of the men there said that he had seen enough hate in his life to last a century, and that no one here had it in them to take away the happiness they had obviously found.

***

           One day, a woman in her mid-twenties walks up to them.  She stammers as she explains that “My Zadie… grandfather.  He saw you two, Captain Rogers, sir, and your friend.  He said that you saved him.  If you came over it would make him so happy…” She finally met their eyes.  “Please?”

           The two men shared a look, nodded, and were led over to a small group of people.  The old man in the middle started beaming, jabbering excitedly about “you saved me, I remember.  You and your friends, Baruch Hashem!”

           The young woman went to sit next to her grandfather, taking the place of her mother.  “You two are heroes,” she told Steve and Bucky.  Sensing the protest, she cut Bucky off with a look.  “I don’t care what the news says.  My father says you saved him, and even if you didn’t you’ve done other wonderful things.  So, you’re coming over to our house for Shabbat dinner.”

           Both men started to object at the same time, but a raised hand made them fall quiet.  “No.  You won’t be an imposition, you’re coming.  Tomorrow night, six o’clock.”  She rattled off an address and before they could question it, Steve and Bucky were pulled into a conversation with the family.

***

           At six the following night, Steve rang a doorbell and glanced nervously at Bucky.  They had both dressed up, though in clothes much more comfortable that what Tony would consider dressed up.  Their nerves left them as the door was opened and the smells that bombarded them said “home”.

           The rituals hadn’t changed from their last Shabbos dinner, candle lighting and the Hebrew, a good meal and even better company.  By the end of the night, the two had eaten the large meal and were instructed to return whenever they wanted.  It was like a part of their lives had been dug up and filled again, a part full of flickering candle light and laughter and the best food either had ever tasted.

           Going to the Schwartz’s for dinner became part of their routine, and other Avengers occasionally joined.  Natasha surprised them all by humming along to the blessing; Clint shocked everyone when he started talking about his bubbie.  Tony brought an amazing blintz, that he said was his mother’s recipe, and Bruce showed up wearing a kippah from his bar mitzvah.

***

           Steve and Bucky don’t show up one week due to a mission running late, and arrive back home to worried voicemails from their new family.  After assurances that everything was alright and that they’re “so sorry, it won’t happen again, I’m sorry ma’am,” they make sure to bring flowers to the next dinner.

***

           Wanda and Pietro, after the world calmed down, decided to take the opportunity to learn more about their family.  Their parents never talked about the past, and their grandparents were gone before either knew to ask questions.  One Thursday night, Wanda approached Steve.  “That family you go have dinner with, they’re Jewish.  Pietro and I… our grandfather was Jewish.  No one ever talked about it.  I want to know more.  Can you ask them if we can come next week?”

           “I’m sure Mrs. Schwartz would have no problem with another two coming, whenever you decide to.”

***

           Their lack of certainty only showed to the other, and anyone who noticed their tightly grasped hands.  If Bucky and Steve did, they didn’t say anything.  Mrs. Schwartz greeted them both with large hugs and acted like their mother.  She worked her magic with food and stories, getting the often closed up twins to talk.

***

           There was a Hanukkah party at Avenger’s Tower, just friends and family.  Mrs. Schwartz took over the kitchen and directed everyone like that’s what she was born to do, only stopping when dinner was ready (except when she was surprised by her father showing up, something that Tony had arranged).  Everyone brought their own traditions, from different menorahs to what toppings were appropriate to put on latkes, to the all-important question of if a matzo ball is better if it’s a floater or a sinker.  Just for one night, the world didn’t need saving; they could relax and be happy with the family they had found along the way.

Hephaestion - Companion

A/N. Probably the whole historical information is wrong and the language isn’t time accurate and blah blah. Honestly this whole plot sounded better in my mind but still… I hope you like it

Your name: submit What is this?

“I said no. You are not going to force me to do that!” I yelled at my parents.

“It’s settled, honey. I really don’t understand why are you reacting like this.” My father told me.

“You just told me that I am going to marry a complete stranger! What did you think I would say?” I shouted.

“It’s how things work honey. Your father met him. He is a charming man. He is also the army general and a close friend to the king. It’s the perfect marriage.” My mother explained.

“For you, maybe. Why can’t I marry someone I love?” I asked softly, wiping my eyes.

“It’s better this way. It’s a parent duty to find a husband for his daughter. You are too young to take such an important decision. And besides, love comes from living together.” She said.

“What do you know about love?” I huffed and went to my room, closing the door with a loud thud. I threw myself on the bed and let the tears flow. I knew that this moment will come but I always hoped that I will be able to convince my parents to let me marry someone I chose. I heard steps approaching my room.

“Please leave me alone.” I sobbed when my mother appeared on the door.

“Give him a chance. You might like him.” He said.

“No.” I breathed between tears.

“Well… you’ll have to calm yourself because he will pay us a visit this afternoon to meet you. I will come in a hour to help you prepare.” She said.

“GET OUT!” I yelled and threw a pillow in that direction. I got up and sat on the window frame. I used to stay there because I had a marvelous view of the sea. Whenever I felt nervous or sad, that was the place where I found the calmness and the serenity I needed. I didn’t even notice how quick the hour pass. My mother arrived with her make-ups.

“Don’t worry. Just a little eye-liner.”  She smiled. After applying it, she looked at my hair “I think the hair is good. I thought that it should be a little more curly but it’s beautiful this way.” She said combing it.

“Whatever.” I answered.

She sighed. “Please put a smile on your pretty face, Y/N. You should be happy. Not every girl has the luck you have.” She said and hugged me.

“Is this how my life is going to be? Faking a smile everyday, pretending that I have a happy life? Is this luck?” I asked.

“I’ll send a servant here when he arrives.” She said and went downstairs in the living room to make the last preparations.

I did nothing the whole time. I just paced my room, replaying various scenarios in my mind until Olympia, my servant knocked on my door.

“Lady Y/N. You should go downstairs. And please don’t be sad.”  She said.

“My life is planned right now and I have no word in it.” I said, looking one last time in the mirror. I was wearing a white long dress, with a belt around my waist and a silver bracelet on my upper arm.

I was slowly advancing towards the main room of the house. Loud laughs and voices echoed through the chamber. The moment I entered, silence fell. There were my parents and a stranger, who I supposed was my future husband.

“Oh, perfect timing honey.” They got up to greet me and I could see him more clearly. He had long brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. I couldn’t deny that he was attractive. Every girl’s dream. Maybe it would have been mine too if I wasn’t forced to marry.

“Hephaestion…she’s my daughter.” My father introduced me. The man smiled and took my hand to kiss it. “It’s a pleasure, my lady.”

……………………………

I was lost in my thoughts when I felt my mother kicking my leg.

“What?” I snapped.

“Hephaestion asked you a question.” She said, a little angry.

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” I said getting up and running towards my room.

When I was between the familiar walls of my chamber I took a deep breath to calm myself. I heard someone following me.

“I’ll be down in a minute, mom. Please don’t…yell at me.” I turned around only to be met by those perfect blue eyes. “Sorry, I thought-” I tried to explain but he cut me off.

“I know. You don’t have to be sorry. Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

“You are not really excited about this, are you?” Hephaestion asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

I sighed and sat next to him. “Look… It’s not because of you. You seem a nice man it’s just… I don’t know you. This noon I just received the news that I am promised to someone.” I said.

“I understand. I am sure it is hard for you to accept it, but maybe I can help.” He said.

I let out a sad laugh. “How?”

“You want to marry out of love. Give me two months to show you that I can make you happy. I can talk to your father and postpone the wedding for a short period of time. How does it sound?” He asked.

“Post pone? You already set the date?” I asked shocked.

“In two weeks.” He said.

“And you would agree to move it a bit later?” I asked.

“Whatever makes you comfortable. Honestly, I am not keen on marrying a stranger either. Even though this stranger has some eyes in which you could get lost for hours.” He said.

“Nice start. Fine then. You have two months to conquer my heart.” I said.

“It will be the hardest but the most enjoying quest I had in my life. Can I see you again tomorrow?” He asked. I slowly nodded.

“And don’t cry. Everything will be alright, you’ll see”. He wiped one tear from my cheek.

“Have a good night, my lady.” He said bringing my hand to his lips.

That night it was hard for me to sleep. After being scolded by my parents for my behavior I have spent the whole night thinking about the following day. I couldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t excited. After actually talking to him and learning that he didn’t want to rush me into this marriage, I felt as if a huge stone was lifted from my heart. Even thought I didn’t completely come to terms with this idea I decided I will give it a try.

…………………………………

“What do you have in mind for today?”

“I am going to take you to the theater.” Hephaestion said, grabbing my hand and guiding me towards it.

“But women are not allowed there.” I said.

“Stop worrying. You’re with me. I’m Alexander’s best friend. No one will stop us, trust me.” He reassured me.

(A/N: First date ideas: Breaking the ancient greek laws with bae.)-Sorry I had to

He was right. Some people looked strange at me but no one dared to question my presence there. It was the first time in my life when I saw a play. The actors, the masks, the music, everything was exquisite. From time to time I could feel Hephaestion’s eyes on me, carefully studying my expressions. The way back home was mostly silent.

“You liked it. I could see it in your eyes.” He smiled.

“I have to admit, it was something different.” I answered.

“I will be away for a few days with some work to do so I won’t be able to take you anywhere.” He said.

“Don’t worry. If the next meetings are as amazing as this was, I am looking forward to them.” I laughed.

“I’m glad I could bring a smile on your face. I will see you in a week.“ He said.

………………

I was impatient and really curious to see what he planned next. So that was his way to win my heart. Letting me think, anticipating so he never leaves my mind. I started to feel a little ashamed for not even giving him a chance at first. When I saw how good he treated me I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. He was really trying to ease me into this marriage stuff. The days passed agonizingly slow. I only met him once and I started wondering what did I use to do before that. One day I was combing my hair when I heard a voice coming from the door.

“Are you ready?” I turned around and saw Hephaestion leaning against the frame of the door.

“Of course.” I said throwing the comb away.

We were walking down the streets when i finally asked what are we going to do today.

“I will take you to the palace. I want to show you something I am sure you’ll like.” He said.

After we entered the palace I couldn’t help but stare in aw. Everything was so beautiful. I think I was here just once or twice in my whole life and that was in my early years of childhood.

“Wow.” I said.

“I know, right?” Hephaestion said. “Look it’s Alexander.” He gestured towards the end of the hall.

I started to feel nervous. After all, he was the king. Without realizing it I grabbed Hephaestion’s hand and hold it tightly. I could see a small smile forming on his lips. “Don’t worry. He is friendly.” He reassured me.

He saw us and waved at Hephaestion. We went to him and I tried to be as unnoticeable as I could.

“Who is your little guest?” He asked, looking at me while smiling.

“She’s my fiancée.” Hephaestion answered and wrapped one arm around my waist.

“You must be special. He refused every woman he was ever introduced to.” Alexander laughed.

“I want to show her something. Maybe we will meet later.” Hephaestion said to the king and guided me towards another room. The room was a library, with giant shelves full of books.

“How did you know that I like books?” I asked watching the room carefully.

“I saw them in your house. You can come here anytime you want and take whatever book your heart desires.”

I turned around so I could look at him. “Thank you.”

He smiled and encouraged me to search through the shelves.

I think we have spent a few hours in the library. I was flipping the pages of countless books, while Hephaestion looked at me. We discussed different stories and authors. I didn’t even felt how the time passed.

On our way back home curiosity was killing me.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure” he answered.

“The king said that you refused the women who wanted to marry you. I was wondering…why did you choose me.” I said.

“I’m going to tell you..one day.” He said smiling.

“This is your way to keep me intrigued?” I laughed.

“It might be.” He winked.

~

The promised months passed fastest than I thought they would. I’ve spent so many beautiful moments with him and I couldn’t be more grateful. The wedding was in three days and everyone in my family was preoccupied with the last details. I was watching outside the window when I saw Hephaestion near my house. He was waving, gesturing for me to come outside. I didn’t take a moment to think and I left the house.

I hugged him and then said.

“Everyone is so busy that they didn’t saw the bride sneaking out.”

He laughed.”I have one last surprise for you before the big day.”

He grabbed my hand and together, we went towards the sea. After climbing over some rocks we arrived on a patch of beach surrounded by rocks. It looked as if no one has ever set foot on it.

“It’s beautiful.” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. I’ve found this place a week ago. It reminded me of you.” He kissed my cheek.

I laughed. “Why?”

“I think the sea is the perfect description of you. Beautiful but so wild. Nothing can tame you.” He said.

“I’m not that reckless.” I said.

“Trust me… You are. One month ago you asked me why I chose you to be my wife.” I left his embrace so I could look at him.

“What would you say if I tell you that we have met before?” He said.

“What?”

“One year ago I was in a tavern, drinking with some friends. Things happened and I ended up fighting with a man. I just come from a mission with Alexander and I was really tired. That man had a sword and he hit me multiple times.I had cuts on my chest, legs, hands. I’ve lost so much blood. Of course the others weren’t sober enough to help me so I left that place and wondered around the city. I was feeling how I am losing my strength and collapsed in front of a house.” He said.

“It was you.” I whispered slowly remembering the past events.

He nodded. “You saved me. You ran outside with some bandages and tended my wounds. And then you stayed with me until I could stand up on my legs.” He placed his palm on my cheek.

“I was so scared that night. I thought that you will die but then you could go home on your own. It was incredible. Now I know why your face seemed so familiar when I first saw you. I had a feeling that I recognize you but I ignored it.” I admitted.

“I knew that your father was a soldier because of the area where your house was, so the only thing I had to do was to found out which one.” He laughed. “Then, I’ve met him. He told me that he has a daughter ready for marriage. I knew how other men treat women. The truth is, it’s not easy to be a woman in our society. You have to stay home and do all the chores while the man has all the privileges. I wanted a better life for you. You saved me once so I wanted you to have all the good things in world. That’s why I’ve told him that I am looking for a wife.” He said.

“The thing is… I’m not searching for a wife. I am looking for a life companion not just someone who washes my clothes and cooks. I want you to be my greatest confident. I want you to trust me. I want to find love home and not go seeking it in other places like most men do. So what do you say? Are you ready to start a new life with me?” He asked, putting his hands on my hips, lips inches away from my own.

“Well…. The wedding is already planned and it would be a shame to waste that cake.” I teased him.

“It would be a shame to waste this moment.” He whispered and gently pressed his lips against mine. And there, with the warm breeze blowing between us and the sound of the waves crushing against the shore; with my hands tangled in his hair and him keeping me as close to him as possible, I knew that this marriage duty ended exactly the way I wanted.

thegrateandpowerfulcheese  asked:

Hey, ummm, could you do a HC of the RFA+V+Saeran meeting MC's parents and her mum is really excited to meet them and her being quite overwhelming. Thankyou, I really love your blog.

Oooh, my mother would be like this too so I tried to imagine it like this wwww And thank you so much, sweetheart <3 <3 <3 I hope it’s fine like this D: 

Yoosung:

  • This boy is so nervous. Even if he already talked with your parents via messages or facebook, Yoosung would ask you to help choose his clothes and think how to introduce himself. 
  • While your boyfriend was this nervous, your mother was so excited and she decided that having dinner at home would be the best. 
  • HUGS AND KISSES IN THE CHEEK. YOU CHOSE SUCH A NICE YOUNG MAN. 
  • He was a little scared. But he had some nice time and asked your favorite foods and your mother’s recipes. <3 

Saeyoung:

  • He would prepare some jokes just for this situation. And even if he tried to be normal, Seven would be nervous because??? After all that happened with their daughter, what should I say?
  • Your parents know a lot about Luciel after all you said, so your mother said about going to an amusement park. 
  • No time to rest. Saeyoung would be dragged by your mom all day. When he was back, his voice was hoarse. 
  • They become best friends and would go out at least one time every month. Don’t ask what happened that day. 

Zen:

  • Zen, we will be late. It has been 4 hours, let’s go!”. Some extra time getting ready, new shoes and clothes he bought just for this day. And his hair was shinning more than usual. 
  • Zen would chose some cool restaurant. Not too expensive. But your parents were surprised by the place. And obvious by your boyfriend. 
  • If your parents didn’t watch his performance, this is the time. Just show the video on YouTube.  
  • They could make an album with all the photos your boyfriend and mother took together. She was so happy you found a perfect prince. 

Jumin:

  • We know this man. He tried to take your family to the most expensive restaurant you could find. After some talk, it would be a dinner at his place. With some famous chefs. 
  • He made sure everything was perfect. Everything was perfectly clean. Jumin was using his best suit. And Elizabeth 3rd was also perfect as always
  • Your parents didn’t know what to say. This man can talk about anything. He is perfect. Just be welcome to our family.
  • Jumin would be really happy if you had a brother or sister and they liked Elizabeth 3rd. It would make his day that your family also likes cats. 

Jaehee:

  • She was lost. Just ready to explode any moment. Jaehee had a script about how she should introduce herself and gain your parents trust. 
  • The lunch would be at her apartment. Made by you two. You told her how perfect it was. But she was still nervous about everything being okay.
  • Even if your parents weren’t sure about Jaehee, after this night… They would ask for her to be part of the family.
  • The food was perfect. She was such a nice lady and good at so many things. And her coffee… Oh, god. 

V:

  • He decide a picnic would be the best idea. And he chose such a nice park. You and your mother decided that to cook. 
  • Your parents were worried about him being blind, but they found it so nice how you two could make anything together. And he also told them about Jumin helping him about the surgery. 
  • V took his camera and would be glad to explain to any of them about photography. They couldn’t deny his was a good teacher.
  • It would be a normal thing to do this every month. And more members of your family would appear like ??? 

Saeran:

  • Okay. How hard was to make this boy meet your parents? It took 2 months. Almost 3. He would say how they wouldn’t like him and…
  • So one day you took him to have some ice cream and your parents were there. “MC, RUN. NOW.
  • Your parents were a little surprised, but after some time they just started treating him like a lost son? “Hey, I am here too.
  • Saeran would have ice cream for a month because your parents would send it every week. What about you? NOTHING. But Saeran would share sometimes.
EXO React To Going To See Their Child At School Because They Were Naughty

This is my first EXO Reactions post and I hope its okay and it would be super cool if you guys could send me some requests!!!!

Baekhyun: Baekhyun would be stood trying to keep a serious face while his son’s teacher is explaining what has happened but as soon as he hears his son mumble out a sarcastic comment under his breath he can’t help but break out into a small smile and hold in a laugh (but going back to a serious manner after) as he knows full well what had happened wasn’t his son’s fault and therefore he shouldn’t be mad at him.

Chanyeol: When Chanyeol found out the reason why he had been called down to his daughters nursery he started laughing almost instantly, much to the teachers disgust. However chanyeol didn’t seem to care as he was still laughing on the way out. “I cant believe you poured water over him” Chanyeol giggles, taking hold of his little girls hand and she pouted. “He was being a meanie to me” she huffs, stamping her foot. “I know princess, It’s okay I’m not mad” he says crouching down and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Chen: “Buddy, what have I told you about this?” Chen sighs, crouching down beside his son and he pouts at him. “That I shouldn’t play kiss chase with girls who don’t want to play” he says, crossing his arms and sulking. “But she is pretty daddy!!” he exclaims, jumping up and down and Chen smiles. “I know she’s pretty, but that doesn’t mean you can just grab her” Chen explains and his son nods. “I’m sorry” he says and Chen nods his head. “Hey it’s okay! We just need uncle Sehun to teach you some good aegyo, then you can try and get the pretty girl” Chen winks which makes his son giggle. 

D.O: “You’re in so much trouble when we get home young man, how dare you skip your classes? I thought I taught you better than that” he says sternly to which his son rolls his eyes at him. This only made the the anger bubble inside of D.O even more and he snapped. “Don’t you dare role your eyes at me, you wait until mum finds out that you’ve been skipping classes” he snaps, standing up and pushing his chair in with enough force to make a loud noise. “I’m very sorry Sir for my son’s behavior, I can assure you that he won’t be skipping classes again for a very long time”

Kai: As soon as you told him that your little girl had gotten into trouble at nursery he was straight out the door to go see what had happened. He was more concerned about if his little angel was okay, not what she’d done to get herself into trouble. “Don’t cry” he’d say to her, giving her a smile and taking her into his arms when he arrives. “Daddy’s here now, tell me what happened” he smiles, letting her sit on his lap when they go and speak with the teacher, always hearing his daughters side of the story first.

Kris: “Sorry he did what?” Kris asks and the teacher nods. “I’m so sorry, is the child okay?” he mentions after, completely shocked by his son’s behavior. “She’s just a bit upset, but it’s nothing too bad” She explains and Kris nods again, not really knowing what else to say. “YOU CUT ANOTHER GIRLS HAIR?” Kris yells down the corridor where his son was stood. “You best be pleased I’m not telling your mother about it and you better stay on your best behavior from now on young man”

Lay: “My little unicorn did WHAT?!” he gasps, completely shocked with what the teacher was telling him. Lay wasn’t really listening to what the teacher had to say after that, he was just so shocked that his little girl started a fight in the playground. “I’m very disappointed in you” he would say to her while they’re walking down the corridor and she would just bow her head down, looking towards the ground. “I’m sorry daddy, they took my skipping rope” she whispers and Lay nods, picking her up and leaving a kiss on her head. “It’s okay baby, just please no more fighting okay” 

Luhan: Luhan is a very protective dad. So as soon as he found out his little boy had gotten into trouble at school he dropped everything and rushed down there. When sat at the desk with both the teacher and his son he would notice that his son continued to butt into what his teacher was saying and not being very polite so he would raise his eyebrows at him, trying to get across to him that he needs to be quite and wait for his turn to talk. Luckily he understood and nodded at Luhan, placing a finger on his lips and waited for his turn to explain what had happened.

Sehun: “Wait.. so she started a food fight?” Sehun asks, completely shocked by his daughters behavior and the teacher nodded. “ I’m very upset with you Y/D/N… I thought mummy and I taught you better than that” Sehun says, sitting down beside his daughter after he came out from the office. “But daddy, I was so much fun” she smiles and Sehun sighs. “That’s not the point baby, you made a mess of your classroom and now your teacher has to clean it up, you wouldn’t like it if I threw food in your bedroom would you?” Sehun explains and she just pouts, looking down at the ground and shaking her head.

Suho: We all know that Suho is well known for his high level for maturity when it comes to serious situations. However this time, that maturity seemed to disappear. He was stood in front of his son’s teacher and she held a few sheets of paper in her hand. “I am very sorry for my son’s um.. explicit drawings?” Suho says, trying his best to not laugh but as soon as he looks at the drawings again he starts to laugh; much to the disgust of the teacher in front of him. “I can assure you madame that my son will not be drawing anything like this again, nor will he be spending any more time with alone with Chen” he says, nodding his head but once again, starts to laugh.

Tao: He was already in a bad mood after you sent him out to deal with whatever nonsense had happened at your daughters school this time. He knew full well it would be once again something to do with the group of girls she’s been hanging around with and he really wasn’t in the mood to listen to what they’d argued over this time. “Dad finally, th-” his daughter starts but he shakes his head. “Just let me talk to the head teacher, I haven’t got anymore time for this nonsense” he sighs, rolling his eyes slightly and looking down before walking into the office.

Xiumin: “You’re telling me that she had no right to smack him when you know he was pulling her pigtails and pushing her around? oh yes how dare she stand up for herself after she asked him nicely to stop and leave her alone” Xiumin says, the sarcasm dripping from his tone and the teacher sighs. “Sir that doesn’t give her the rig-” the teacher starts but he cuts him off. “Are you serious? I’m done with this meeting, come on we’re going home” Xiumin says, taking hold of his little girls hand and leaving the room. “Thank you” she mumbles out and just for a few seconds the anger in Xiumin dissolves and he smiles down at her. “No need to thank me, just making sure that no one upsets my princess”

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Twenty-Two

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature.


The day to leave for Midgard arrived. Maebh was nervous and hardly slept the whole week before their departure. All that kept running through her mind was the amount of time she had spent over the years with her father watching the warriors train, learning their techniques, both as an observer and in her own training. She found herself praying to deities she never believed in that she and Loki would be alright. She also began worrying about Thor and in turn Sif. Sif would be doing most of the minding of Nafi, while caring for her own two children, and carrying another, which she still had not told Thor of, knowing the man would be concerned for the duration of their time away. Maebh feared that Thor, who was second in command, would be killed and never even know the secret his wife was keeping from him, never even meet his unborn child. He, like Loki, had been kind to her from the start, sparing her life when so many others would not and their fates all hung on what she had taught them.

Loki noticed her discontent, and assumed it to be their journey ahead, whenever he woke in the middle of the night to see her awake, he would simply wrap his arm around her and try and get her to go back to sleep, it rarely worked, though. Each night before bed he would attempt to tire her out and each morning he would see her even more exhausted than the day before. “It will be fine.” He attempted to soothe her as they got on the cart and headed to the village. “I understand you are worried, but there is little reason to be. We are prepared, they are not. There may not even be any fighting.” Maebh looked to her husband sceptically. “Well there is a large chance of such there being, but it is not a guarantee.”

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Fall from Heaven

I spiraled out of the sky, completely blinded. And then I crashed. It felt as if every bone in my celestial body had been broken. I touched my hand to my bosom and tried to heal myself, failing miserably. I exited my vessel and searched for someone able to contain my angelic presence. Finally, I found a 19 year old, long and lanky. He was perfect. He had long, matted, curly hair, and a tanned complexion. He was slim and hunched over in a dark alley. Listening to music on his Walkman, he was dressed in all black, the exception being his brown, leathery boots. I flew down to him and readied myself for the next step. I tapped into his brain, sending a message. “Greetings. I am the angel Asetiel. I have come here t-”. “WHAT THE FUCK? SOMEONE’S INSIDE MY HEAD! SOMEONE HELP,” said the boy. He clutched his head, fearing he was going insane. I sighed. This was going to be difficult. “Please listen to me,” I said, pleading, “I’ve come to you from Heaven. I’m an angel of the Lord. If you let me inhabit your body, I will reward you greatly.” The young man freaked out even more. “DON’T GET NEAR ME! I HAVE A MOM! I NEED TO BE ALIVE, SHE’S STRUGGLING IN TERMS OF MONEY AND IM HELPING HER OUT! P-PLEASE,” he cried anxiously. I thought for a moment. “What if I have your mother all of the financial aid she needed,” I offered, “would you let me in then?” The adolescent stuttered. “Y-y-you could d-do that?” I smiled triumphantly. “I swear it. Say, what’s your name?” “M-my name? It’s Avery. I like y-your name Asetiel, but Ace s-sounds nicer.” I zoned out, confused. A nickname? “I will take that into consideration. Now all I need you to do is say ‘yes’.” Avery scrunched his face into a disconcerted expression. “Yes? Why do I need to s–” Not waiting for him to finish his sentence, I settled inside of his vessel. I stretched my limbs, still getting used to the vessel. I walked out of the alley, ready to find my brothers and sisters.

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wow i’m probably annoying everyone, but i just decided to make an rp/fanfiction blog and uhm it probably sucks, but i’d like to rp with people! that’d be cool, but if you dudes don’t want to or anything that’s cool too

Solstice - Chapter 3

This is Chapter 3 of my entry for @sincerelysaraahh‘s So This is Love January Challenge.  

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Summary: The reader is on a cruise to Alaska - her graduation present from college - when she finds out that she is to marry someone of her parent’s choosing.  Can a stranger on the ship help her find happiness and escape her family’s expectations?

warnings: angst, arranged marriage

word count: ~1620


Your mother had texted you another eight times as you sat silently with Dean watching the land disappear – until the ship was far enough off shore for your cell phone to lose service. You finally decided to head back to your room to change for dinner, as you had a formal meal scheduled in the dining room that evening.  With a short and simple goodbye to Dean, you left the peaceful eighth-floor deck.

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Thank You - Robb Stark x Reader

Originally posted by besidethewall

{Credit to gif creator} 

Fandom- Game of Thrones 

Character- Robb Stark & Grey Wind {Mentions Jon Snow, Bran Stark and Theon Greyjoy}

Word Counter- 419 Words 

Drabble Friday- Just a fluff drabble where the reader has had a bad day and maybe Robb cheers her up?

You had returned from a walk with your mother who had lectured you on hanging around with the Stark children during your stay at Winterfell. Upon your return you changed to a more comfortable dress, rather than the huge thing your mother made you wear and you sat down on the edge of your bed. 

You loved the Starks, in particular the eldest Stark. You got up slowly and looked out the window, you saw Robb and Jon laughing as Bran shot arrows at the targets and Theon Greyjoy most likely telling them all he was the best. 

You watched Robb look round for you and finally his eyes found you and he smiled. You moved away from the window and lay down on your bed. 

About 15 minutes later you heard a knock of the door. 

“Come in,” You call and the door opens and there stands Robb Stark. 

He shuts the door behind him and walks over to your bed. 

“You look sad, are you okay?” He asks and you look at Robb. 

“My mother told me I shouldn’t talk to you or your brothers,” You say and he smirks. 

“If she doesn’t know about it, she can’t take it away,” He says before walking round to you and he takes your hands and pulls you into a stand. 

You smile as he pulls you into a tight hug. 

“If you ever need me, I’m always here for you (Y/N), you don’t have to sit up here on your own, you can talk to me,” He says and you look up at the handsome young man. 

“Thank you Robb,” You say and he lifts your chin with his finger and places his soft lips onto yours. At first it startles you, but your hands are soon laced in his tight curls and your pushing your lips back onto his. 

“I’ve been wanting an excuse to do that for awhile,” He says and you laugh. 

“My mother would disapprove,” You reply and he pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I don’t care what she thinks, I don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re mine, and I am yours,” He says and you smile. 

“You’re mine, and I am yours,” You say back and he pushes his lips back down onto yours harshly and you smile under his lips. 

“Thank you Robb Stark,” You say and he smiles. 

He smiles and before he pushes his lips back to yours he says, “No, (Y/N), thank you,”