#clear nothern sky

[siravalondulac]

ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ | jon snow

chapter i - nothern stranger

Pairing: jon snow x fem!oc

Length: 755w

Warnings: none for this chapter

Notes: i am vibrating in joy that i am finally able to post this. new chapters on ao3 every sunday

Jon's gaze rested on the mountains on the far end of the horizon. The wind played with his hair, some strands of it falling in front of his face and concealing his view. One of his gloved hands came up to brush them aside. He really needed a hair tie.

For a short moment, Jon allowed his eyes to wander up, towards the sky. It was a clear night, with no clouds in sight, letting the full moon overshine the brightness of the surrounding stars. He wondered if his siblings were awake and looking at the sky, just like him. They would be seeing the exact same moon as him…

Jon shook his head, breaking out of his thoughts. He shouldn’t be concerning himself with his family, he was to swear his vows soon, after all. The less he thought about them, the better.

The cold northern air entered his lungs again as Jon took a deep, conscious breath to collect his thoughts. He forced himself to look down to the forest’s edge, not really expecting to see anything out of the ordinary. Reality proved him wrong, however, as a lone rider had exited the woods and was now approaching the Wall. A ranger. 

Perhaps Uncle Benjen has returned. But as quickly as that thought had crossed his mind he abandoned it again. His uncle had only left Castle Black a few days ago, he couldn't be back already.

“Your watch is over Snow, I’m takin’ over.”

The voice ripped Jon from his trance. He turned towards the man behind him, who stared down at him with weary eyes. Jon felt like he expected him to say something. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“There’s a ranger coming towards the gate,” he finally managed to say.

The man nodded and patted his shoulder once before replying. “Don’t worry ‘bout that, I will sound the horn. You go catch some sleep.”

Jon thanked the man quietly and started making his way towards the cage. Only then, after having walked for a bit, did he realise how cold he felt. He surmised it would take a few months at the Wall to fully get used to it.

The horn sounded as the cage started making its descent downwards, though it took until it had reached the bottom for the main gate to be opened. Jon exited the small enclosure and stepped onto a platform overlooking the courtyard. Just then, the ranger rode in.

Jon liked to think he was smart. He'd had a lord's education after all, even though he was a bastard. And yet, if someone had asked him something right now, he wouldn't be able to answer them. He wouldn't be able to say anything. His mind was trying - and failing - to comprehend what he was seeing.

The rider jumped off her horse. She handed the reins to one of his brothers and made her way up the stairs. Towards him.

Even as she moved closer, her gaze remained straight ahead, making him wonder if she even noticed him. Her black cloak stayed undisturbed by the light breeze that made the fire of the torches around them dance, shrouding her body in shadows. The only parts visible to him were her light brown hair braided behind her back, and her face.

She was a metre away from him when he finally got a good look at her eyes - and he never wanted to look away.

Jon had never seen a blue this intense, even if the colour was a frequent occurrence in the North. Her eyes made him think of tales from the south, of cloudless summer skies, of butterflies in a calm meadow, of Dornish oceans right after a storm. They were everything the North was not: bright, safe and full of life.

She moved past him and for a split second it seemed as if her eyes met his. Jon's gaze went to follow her movements out of instinct before he caught himself and snapped his head back. He quickly started walking in the opposite direction, towards his quarters.

Don't think of her. Ignore her. Let it be, he told himself. Over and over and over again. As he was entering his rooms, getting ready for bed, finally laying down. Always the same mantra. It would do no good if he continued thinking about her. He was to be a brother of the Night's Watch. A girl would only bring chaos.

And yet, as sleep finally overtook him, blue eyes were haunting his mind.

[ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell]

so basically I will never be over this series

[joyamax]

3 of the Most Instagrammable Places That Are Off The Beaten Track

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  Lovatnet Lake (Norway)

  Located in the village of Loen in the west of Norway, Lovatnet Lake is is an idyllic Nordic setting. The lake is a mesmerizing green color and is flanked by steep mountains which are covered in lush greenery, as well as glaciers and majestic waterfalls.

  Mourne Mountains (Nothern Ireland)

Fans of the hit HBO show Game of Thrones may recognize some of the breathtaking landscapes of the Mourne Mountains. The range of peaks in County Down in the south-east of Northern Ireland provided some of the locations for the filming of Games of Thrones and were also the inspirations for author CS Lewis who wrote the Narnia series of books.

  From imposing granite to rolling grass and heather and crystal clear lakes, the Mournes afford the keen Instagrammer with plenty of opportunities to capture memorable imagines, especially at sunset.

      Mount Ijen (Indonesia) 

A hike to the top of this volcano in Java rewards walkers with a breathtaking view of the blue hollow of the volcano. The volcano itself emits sulphuric gas which reacts with the atmosphere to produce stunning blue flares in the warm sky. The flares make for stunning pictures, as does the surrounding landscape, with the majestic Mount Bromo in the background.

  Get more inspiration about places to visit with the travel books from www.joyamax.com.

[euphorianyx]

My Killer My Saver ~1~

First Encounter

Pairing : JungKook & Reader/Ji ChangWook & Reader Genre : Psychological, Dark, Smut Summary : Even though JungKook seemed normal he was insane inside. As in a true psychopath. Already commited numerous murders, he now had is eyes on you. Not knowing who he really was, you were blindly walking towards his trap. What would he do if ChangWook found who JungKook was? Being together since childhood, you were important so you had to stay alive. Would he be able to save you no matter what? What if it all comes down to a choice you had to make? Would you choose to be alive or die?

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He smiled at you the same way again. The smile that has been shaking your heart every single time but you could not say anything to him. The way that white shirt covered his perfect body tightly and his perfectly pushed back hair made him look surreal.  At least he was here with you but you did not know if it was enough anymore. Though Chang Wook threw his arm around you casually.

“Ahhh I feel good today…”

The walk you shared till your Street was peaceful. The sky was clear and the night breeze felt good on your skin as you both sat on the bench.  You pointed at the sky which he followed.

“The nothern star…”

Chang Wook squinted his eyes for a short moment before he leaned back.

“It’s always the brightest…”

Like you, you thought but could not say it out loud. The silence was far from being uncomfortable. When you rubbed your hands on your arms Chang Wook noticed you were cold. He slowly left his grey jacket on your shoulders. The smell washed through you as if it was a torture. With that bright smile he checked the clock.

“Weren’t you supposed to go inside?”

You shook your head.

“Lets stay a little bit more.”

Chang Wook and you started to make random shapes connecting the stars. You did not even know how time passed by until he suddenly stood up. Saying,

“I am gone little one”

Chang Wook ruffled your hair. That was the one thing you hated to be called by him. Since you grew up together he kept you calling like that even though you became his coworker. He waved at you and walked towards his white dublex. After a deep long sigh you made your way towards your home across his. Lying down on your bed you hugged the jacket he left with you. Dreaming of him through the night you woke up early in the morning.

It was another work day so you got ready. With your mini dress and curled hair, you looked fine. The brachelet completed the outfit along with your knee high boots. When you got out Chang Wook was already walking towards his car. As he heard you, he stopped and turned around. Suddenly his eyebrows were shot up and his voice got deeper.

“Isn’t that too short?”

You stopped and looked down, confused.

“What’s wrong with it? Everyone wears things like this?”

Chang Wook tilted his head then you both got in the car. On the way when you saw this cutely designed coffee shop you chirped.

“Can you pull over? I want to buy us coffee.”

When you walked in, a tall guy stood behind the counter. He had big eyes and a delicate face with wide shoulders. He looked like a runway model in that simple black uniform. You stopped in front of him and he flashed you a dazzling smile.

“Welcome to Day&Night… What would you like?”

His voice was so soft that it could be sweet as caramel. Taking your eyes away from him for a second you coughed.

“Two pike place roasts please.”

He tilted his head for a second then murmured.

“Interesting…”

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion you could not help but asked while waiting.

“Whats interesting?”

He slowly lifted his head to look at you.

“Your choice of coffee”

The guy in front of you said then went back to brewing the coffee. Still finding the situation awkward you grabbed the white paper cups he left on the counter.

“What would you expect me to choose?”

You blurted out, surprising yourself then bit down your lip. He seemed lost at first but gave you another smile when he realized what you were talking about.

“Vanilla or honey crunch…”

Before you could ask why he went on.

“You are delicate…Bitter tastes do not suit such a beautiful face.”

A small smile spread on your lips before you could realize. Walking out the door your cheeks were still red. You handed a cup to Chang Wook without a word. Looking at your face carefully he raised his eyebrows.

“Yah… Why are your cheeks red?”

Just as Chang Wook asked he saw the young guy inside. Rolling his eyes, his tongue poked his cheek as if he was somewhat jealous.

“Look at the little one…”

You bit down your lip.

“Don’t call me like that.”

Chang Wook chuckled while driving away from the coffee shop. You both sipped your coffees on the way to work. By the afternoon you finished the last e-mail you were supposed to send after it was finally time for lunch. You were in front of the counter and looking for the menu of the day. The voice you know really well washed your ear and you found Chang Wook standing right behind you.

“Lets get jajangmyeon.”

You agreed then you both took one of the small tables beside the window. The sunlight dimly shined on his face so you could not help watching the beautiful man for a good minute. His big eyes and lips were in great harmony with his high cheekbones. When you realized you were gawking, you shook your head.

After you were done there was a little sauce left on the corner of your lip. Chang Wook reached for a napkin and cleaned it for you. Somehow you felt this electricty radiating from his body and he looked into your eyes as if he felt it too. Then he just averted his gaze, putting the napkin down.

The ride back to home was fun with your favorite songs blasting on the speakers. You hummed along with the lyrics which Chang Wook smiled. Though the night was not that fun when the power went off. Even if you did not want to admit you were scared to be in the dark alone. Still undecided you grabbed your phone and made your way towards Chang Wook’s house. Your hand lingered in the air in front of the door. Sighing if you were doing the right thing you just shyly knocked.

Chang Wook seemed surprised when he opened the door in his black tshirt and sweatpants. You were about to explain your reason but a female voice filled your ear.

“Who is that?”

You could not help with the expression on your face so it probably said it all.

“Oh you had a guest?”

Chang Wook just confirmed you with the nod of his head.

“Yeah…”

You looked down, biting your lip.

“I didn’t know… I’ll just get going…”

He seemed like he had something to say but you did not wait. You just wanted to leave and be left alone in your misery. Your teardrops escaped as soon as you closed the door of your home. You just lay down on your bed and did nothing but cried. Under the sheets you pulled your knees towards yourself as you could not stop.

You did not know when you fall asleep but the ringing alarm woke you up with an incredible headache. You did not want to go with him but calling in sick would probably need a reasonable explanation so you just had to go.

It was one of the most awkward moments when you and Chang Wook saw each other. He just greeted you like he usually did and you returned the same but the ride was unusually quiet. You both had a lot to say but noone broke it. You remembered the coffee shop was close so it was the first time you spoke.

“Can you stop by that shop? I want to buy coffee.”

He went okay and wanted to come with you.

“Ah you don’t need to come. I will bring them.”

You hurried inside to find the barista you saw yesterday. He just raised his head to welcome whoever came. When Jung Kook’s eyes landed on you he remembered you right away. The perfect girl for his next perfect scene. He stopped in the mid-sentence.

“Oh you…”

You arched an eyebrow at the beautiful man in surprise.

“You had two pike place roasts last time…”

When he explained your eyes were wide.

“Do you remember me?”

He smiled after your simple question.

“It’s hard to forget such a pretty face…”

After he revealed, he looked down as if he was shy. You bit down your lip and thanked for his compliment. His hands on the counter he gave you a small smile.

“I did not ask what you want yet…but I guess two pike place roasts.”

You could not help with the smile spreading across your lips.

You shyly went on.

“A pike place roast and a honey crunch.”

He started to prepare while murmuring.

“You remember my suggestion.”

He directed his big black eyes at you after grabbing a papercup and a pen.

“I forgot to ask your name yesterday.”

You snaped out of deep thoughts as you almost stuttured.

“Y/N”

He grabbed the other papercup which caused you to look out of the window to Chang Wook’s side. A deep sigh left your mouth before you whispered his name. The barista in front of you followed your gaze and left the papercup down. His long slender fingers gently pushed his back and exposed his forehead. He arched an eyebrow.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

This simple yet serious question startled you for a second. Shaking your head you explained.

“No ! He is… a friend.”

The guy licked his thin lips then looked away. Only then you noticed the small mole under his bottom lip.

“Would it be too bad if I say I am glad to hear that?”

You blinked your eyes a few times thinking how to respond. You shook your head which caused him to flash you a sweet grin. Your hands touched for a mere second while he was handing you the cups. Before you turned around you asked with your cheeks red again.

“Your name?”

His soft voice filled your ears as if it was a music.

“Jung Kook”

You walked out and got in the car with your mind still at the coffee shop. You whispered Jung Kook’s name which Chang Wook noticed. He also noticed the different smell coming from your cup.

“Is it not the same?”

You shook your head with a small smile.

“This is honey crunch.”

Chang Wook furrowed his eyebrows.

“You never got that before.”

You stared out of the window to the coffee shop that was about to leave your sight.

“Maybe its time for a change…”

Chang Wook looked at you but you did not notice because you were busy staring out of the window. You tried to ignore him for the rest of the day but in the end you had to be in the same car. The silence lingered in the air until Chang Wook broke it.

“So little one… Did you go there again to see that barista?”

You were not expecting such a question from him. To be honest, you did not want to answer. Pulling a trick you asked why did he ask such a thing.

“I don’t know…I just thought you might…”

Was Chang Wook’s simple response to your question. If you started to talk, you could have asked about the girl from last night.

“So the girl from last night… Is she your girlfriend?”

Chang Wook remembered the talk with boss. He was called to the big room and Nam Ji Won was sitting behind his big desk. He light up his cigarette and offered one to Chang Wook which he accepted. The smoke suddenly filled the air as they were left alone. Ji Won explained the matter then.

“Chun Hei is my daughter. Someone broke into her house. She will stay with you tonight. I will get one of my houses ready and find someone else to watch out for her tomorrow. I warn you… Keep your mouth shut about her because noone knows and noone will, understand?”

Chang Wook wanted to explain but he could not say anything to you. A deep sigh left his mouth before he answered the question that almost got your heart beat as if it was rip off your chest.

“No,she isn’t”

You arched your eyebrows at him.

“But she stayed last night, didn’t she?”

Chang Wook looked away from you and locked his eyes on the road again.

“Yes…”

All you needed was some hope but you lost it when Chang Wook confirmed she spend the entire night with him. Then you decided. If someone were ever interested in you would not turn them down.

[rubynblue]

One of the things about winter that I love is our nothern starry sky. On my way home in the evening I always find a nook and stand there with my head up looking at the constellations. Usually when the sky is clear the weather is cold as fuck, I keep standing until I can't feel my hands and feet. It's easy to notice that I'm obsessed with space, stars and stuff huh I find it really beautiful and inspiring

I want to be as beautiful as the Universe

One of my biggest dreams is to see southern starry sky in real life

[chaletnz]

Northern Lights & Stargazing tour. This was my second night. The first night I was exhausted, it was ice cold outside with a fierce 34km chilling wind to go with it. We stood in a huddle and saw nothing due to cloud cover.

The second night we were so lucky that there were green lights in the sky from the moment we stepped off the bus in þingvellir to the moment we left to drive back to Reykjavík. Dennis captured these fantastic photos of me and the group, and our driver Thor (the guide from the first night) took some amazing photos of his own.

To see the Nothern Lights you must have 3 factors in line: 1. A dark sky (Reykjavík has light pollution equivalent to a city of 800,000 people like Bremen in Germany despite only having 120,000 residents). 2. Clear skies. There are three levels of cloud cover; low, medium, and high and on this second night we had clouds only in the high level and not the middle and lower sky which is where lights mostly appear. 3. Activity. It is caused by charged gas particles colliding in the atmosphere. Green lights indicate oxygen particles and are the most common. It is measured on a scale from 1 to 9 and on both nights I went out hunting for the Aurora borealis it was at an activity level of 3.

Our driver Thor told us that in Iceland there is a myth that if a pregnant woman goes outside under a green sky then she will have a cross eyed baby.

[godsofmonster]

Florida Kilos ≽ IV.

Reader x Bangtan- Drug Cartel

Word Count- 6,000

Warnings- drugs, guns, blood, prostitution, violence, abuse, sexual content, betrayal, character deaths, ect.

≽ Links to previous chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio because Tumblr sucks now! You can also click on the ‘Florida Kilos’ tag!

From the time that I was a little girl, growing up in poverty, I decided that my adulthood would be different. At a young age, I was more sure of myself than most of the people around me. As a result, I made my way down to Florida where I began to both make and deal cocaine- alongside the man of my life. We shared our dreams, our bodies, our business. I was in a drug cartel with responsibilities and a lot of talent. I made dangerous partnerships, million dollar deals, and a lot of money; that is where this story continues.

The trunk of the car slammed shut by the intensity of Jungkook’s heavy hand. The last of the luggage was secured into place and there was nothing left to do. Yoongi and Hoseok were already inside the transport waiting on the rest of us. It was breaking dawn, only a few hours had passed following Jungkook’s party and everyone was still at the residence.

Taehyung stood in the front of the house, leaning against one of the two columns that withheld the porch roof. Jimin stood at his side, turned in his direction and speaking in a low voice. Taehyung's eyes, on the other hand, stalked closely as I helped Jungkook finish packing up the rest of our things. Jungkook’s two-hour nap barely allowed him to sober up along with a headache that irritated his mind.

“Come on kid, you can sleep on the flight,” Hoseok called from the car.

Jungkook groaned, glancing over at his new car that was still untouched beside our home. “I didn’t even get to drive it yet.”

“It’ll still be here when you get back.” I patted his shoulder as he stood beside me and wore a short pout on his lips. My eyes peering back up at Taehyung and Jimin.

“Tell me again, why you are taking Yoongi and Hoseok with you?” Taehyung spoke up, his voice carrying a cold breeze with it. I stretched into the back pocket of my jeans, drawing out a half-empty pack of Capri.

“Because I have to yet figure out how many gunmen we're going to need to take out our target,” I placed a single smoke between my lips, hunting for a lighter in my free hand. Jungkook soon came at my side holding a flame source for me to accept. “I need smart and trustworthy men ready for any request I decided on.”

I took a deep drag, the end of the cigarette lit brighter than the grey sky, muttering a thank you to Jungkook as he snapped the lid of the lighter shut. Staring back up at Taehyung's never alternating expression of seriousness.

“I have plenty of experienced gunmen that you could have taken with you. Instead of the leading men in charge of commanding the production in the warehouse.” I blew my smoke towards him- mirroring his face and gestures of indifference.

“I also said trustworthy.” He scoffed at my words and dropped the topic altogether. Jimin inspected his watch after a moment of silence and returning glimpses, “Time to go?”  

He nodded his head, looking back at Taehyung that leaned in to mutter a few last words in his ear. Jimin simply nodded repeatedly, silently leaving his boss' side to the awaiting vehicle.  

I turned my back, not bothering to exchange a final look with Taehyung. However, he called out to me. With the cigarette still resting between my lips, Jimin and I both looking back in his direction,

“You and I are going to have a talk when you get back.”  

-

“What do you think, doll?” Yoongi asked, his hand resting warmly on my knee.

I watched from the window of the rented car as we passed over the Manhattan bridge. The air was cool and carried the scent of pollutions and the water that ran underneath us. The beams of the early morning sun illuminating the buildings waiting for us on the other side.

“I love it- a lot.” I knew that he could see me smile as I observed the cars pass by. Taking in a scenery that was so foreign to me- so different from the city of Miami

“Too bad we aren’t here on vacation,” Hoseok mumbled. He rested with his arms crossed over his chest and head leaning against the seat.

“Yep... we’re here to murder a mafia leader,” Jungkook said in a similar position. Shut eyes and furrowed brows as he tried to enjoy his last minutes of rest before we reached the warehouse.

I laughed soundlessly to myself, returning soon to resume favoring the view. The traffic was beginning to pick up and Jimin assured the warehouse wasn’t far from the bridge. Though, sooner rather than later, my smile was left short as I felt Yoongi foraging through his clothing.  

I snapped my head back to see him rummaging through his pockets, “You’ve got to be joking!”

My voice fell hushed, under my breath but with all the rage of yelling. I wished to avoid drawing attention from the sleeping boys beside us. Yoongi bothering to say nothing in return, obtaining the vial from deep in the pocket of his jacket. My hand didn't wait to reach out, snatching it out of his hands.

“If I decided to bring you- it was so that you can actually be helpful during this job. I need you clean, in all five senses Yoongi.” I began to scold him like the child he could become. All he could manufacture was a naive sigh for a response. “If you can’t go without this shit for a couple of days- I’m going to send you back to Florida and you will have-”

“Okay, you’re right- you’re right.” He apologized, like always, leaning in and setting a kiss on my lips.

I watched him attentively while he leaned back into his seat, resting his head back and shutting his eyes like the rest of the boys. I sighed pestered by the situation that had ruined my spirit. Looking back out the window to escape the disappointment, I caught a glance of Jimin’s eyes through the rear view mirror, it was only for a second before he looked back at the road.

-

We moved down an old alley that was surrounded by largely abandoned warehouses. Trash blew in the air of the streets as we pulled up in front of a large, rusty and yellow overhead door. Jimin walked out of the car to open the doors and then continued to drive the vehicle into the extensive construction.

We all stepped out of the car, taking in the view size of the area, while Jimin went back to close the warehouse doors. From the inside, it was twice the size of the one we had back in Florida. Very few windows alined the very top of the walls, tinted and barely letting in any light at all. It was full of untouched machinery and dust.

We followed Jimin across the large space, toward the back where he had things more established. He pointed out a pair of metal stairs that led up to an upper level, where we could find rooms for us to stay in. There were empty white tables in the middle of the room with a few chairs, under emergency lights that never shut off.

“Hoseok and I will start taking the stuff out the car,” Jungkook announced behind us.

I shook my head, still looking around the warehouse, before pulling out a seat for myself at one of the tables. Hoseok and Jungkook disappeared back to the other side of the building, leaving me with Jimin and Yoongi.

“What do you want to do first?” Jimin asked.

I sighed, leaning back in my seat and beginning to think to myself.  I didn’t want to be in New York longer than I had to be; the risks would grow higher with each day that passed, especially now that we were number one of the DEA’s list. I had many ideas of how we could kill Alessandro Botticelli. Though any one of them would do perfectly fine- nothing felt right. I kept finding myself become frustrated as to having a face the dead body.

“Fill me in on everything having to do with Alessandro Botticelli and the coke business here in New York.”

Jimin nodded and walked over to the wall in front of the tables, where he pulled out a stashed bottle of whiskey from an aged cabinet. Yoongi found a seat beside me as we watched Jimin pour a glass for two.

“Alessandro Botticelli; the youngest Italian mafia leader in history, with the age of 29.  He took over the position after his older brother mysteriously committed suicide,” Jimin shuffled back with the glasses in his hands, giving one to Yoongi and I.  “-of course, there are rumors that he was behind his death. Foul play was suspected but nothing could be linked back to him in particular.”

“What about the other competitors in the area?” Yoongi asked, holding the glass to his eyes, inspecting the drink.

“They're not a problem; we’ve been edging them out of the business little by little,” Jimin assured, watching as Yoongi hesitated to drink from his glass. “They are small groups that simply can’t compete with our product.”

I nodded my head, taking in the hard liquor with a sip, hissing as it burned its way down my throat. I still didn’t like the idea of having any competitors, no matter how small.

“Where can I find this man, Botticelli? I need to meet him- see his face.” I set my glass down, Yoongi doing the same, scooting his chair closer to me and leaning.

“Why is that?” There was that tone again. He hated my mouth for even allowing words like that to come out.

“To know our enemy, of course.” I turned to look at his glaring eyes. “Only when I see his face, will his death become clear in my head.”

Yoongi held his gaze, jealousy blackening over his already dark eyes. He bit the side of his lip, holding back any disagreement that wanted to escape without reason. He simply turned his head away and went back to the drink in his cup.

“Well,” Jimin cleared his throat. “He’s known to frequent two places in particular; a restaurant in Little Italy and a small bar under a hotel in the Nothern part of Manhattan.”

Jimin took a step back, walking over to the counter once again to get a drink, this time, for himself. “He is an easy man to spot, good looking and well mannered with a lot of class- hiding his criminal face under millions of dollars.”

“(Y/n) going into his territory is a just plain bad idea,” Yoongi said, once again rejecting my intention.

“He has no idea that a woman is behind the competing business- that’s an advantage,” I said pushing my seat out and standing to my feet. With the bit of alcohol in my system, I was ready to meet him now.

“Excuse me, (Y/n) I have to agree with Yoongi, are you sure you want to meet him?” Jimin asked also.

“That’s right.” I beamed, spotting Hoseok and Jungkook coming back with a few of our bags in their hands. “And those two are coming with me.”

“Yes, boss,” Jungkook replied immediately, as he walked by easily holding most of the luggage. Hobi, on the other hand, stopping in his tracks to question what it was that he was asked to do.

“Wait (Y/n) again, I have to object,” Jimin said stepping closer to me. “If you walk in there with a threatening number it is going to raise suspicions.”

“Fine,” I sighed while trying to hold the back the urge to roll my eyes even though he made a valid point. Yoongi also got up from his seat in an attempt to keep clasp on me. Both men were showing little trust in my selections, “I’ll go alone then.”

“No that's not what-” Jimin and Yoongi both instantly started objecting like two barking dogs. I couldn’t even hear myself think over their statements overlapping each other.

“Enough!” I groaned pushing my chair in roughly. They became silent at the crashing noise, “These are orders, goddamn it. How about showing a little faith in me?”  

“Whatever you say...” Jimin breathed as he ran his fingers through the front of his blond hair. “When do you want to go?”

“Today,” I said turning back to look at Yoongi who wore a sour expression on his face. “We’ll leave at noon.”

-

I had Jimin pull up and park at the end of the street from the hotel. He had a classic 1975 Cadillac in all black, tan colored seats, that rode the streets of New York like a phantom. The three other men were in the back seat, crowded up against each other from door to door.

The car came to an apparent stop, Jungkook who was seated directly behind me opened his door and stepped out. I collected my handbag as he made his way to open the door for me. Jimin also stepped out of the car, looking down the street where the bar was located for a sign of Botticelli or his men.

“(Y/n),” Yoongi called out to me right before I was about to step my foot out of the auto. I turned my head to see him lean in closer to the front. “I don’t want you to go in there alone- it’s too dangerous.”

“It’s the only way,” I remarked directly before taking a hold Jungkook's hand as he helped me out of the car.

I stepped out into the light, the cool air of New York sent a shiver down my body, a breeze I had not felt in so long. I adjusted the hem of my black and white patterned dress, facing Jungkook as he began to speak,

“Boss, I know you don’t want us to come in but,” I looked down at his hands as he pulled out a phoenix 22lr pistol, loading the chamber before handing it my way. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Thank you, Jungkook.” I took the gun and placed it inside my handbag.

“(Y/n) you pay Jungkook to protect you- maybe he should just come in with you, at least,” Hobi begged, stepping out of the same door as Jungkook did.

“If Botticelli catches you, what are you going to do?” Yoongi continued to call out from the car.

“For the love of god, enough- I’m just a woman getting a drink!” I slammed the car door before I walked around the front, meeting Jimin on the other side.

“The hotel down the street, the stairs that go down into the lower half is the entrance to the bar.” He said to me, eyes directing me down the sidewalk. I nodded, assuring him that I knew what I was doing. “Also, if you don’t mind, Jungkook and I will be walking up and down the streets in case of anything.”

“Alright.” With those final words, I started walking down the sidewalk. The wind blowing in my direction as I left behind all of my protection. Exposing myself for anything to come my way.

There was a minute, right as I came up to the stairs of the bar, that I almost hesitated. Walking down the steps was like walking voluntarily into the pits of hell. Nevertheless, I buried the fear deep down until I found the courage I needed. As soon as I walked through the set of double doors, any and all doubt had vanished from my bones. The room was echoing soft violin music, smelling of wine and tobacco, it was practically empty at this time of day. Empty- except for a group of men in a round booth at the end of the room. Five of them to be exact- two with their faces hidden from my line of sight, and three who’s features were softly glowing in the candlelight of their table.

My eyes admittedly landed on the youngest and most attractive of the three, who’s mouth had stopped speaking the instant he saw me walk in. His silence brought the other men to follow his gaze, wondering what had caught him so off guard. In the short time our eyes locked, I knew he was the one, and with that, I made my way casually to the bar. I held the smirk that crept across my face until my back was turned to him. I took a seat on one of the stools, placing my handbag on the bar counter, and guarding it with my hands. The bartender who hadn’t even noticed me come in was to busy with his back to me, cleaning a few glasses. I listen closely to any audible noise that could be spoken from his table. Music and muttering were all that I could make out and before I had any other opportunity, I heard footsteps walking up behind me. The situation had just become all the more challenging, laying low was no longer an option, but fortunate for me- talking is what I was best at.

“Giorgio, a glass of champagne for the lady.” His voice was deep and fixed. His scent was like a desert flower, surviving in an uninhabited location. Before he even took the empty seat next to me, the bartender was quick to leave his work and attended to the sound of his voice.

“No, that’s quite alright- thank you,” I said calmly, making the bartender stop in his tracks and look back at the man now seated beside me.

“I insist.” He smiled in my direction, gesturing the bartender with his hand, who handed him the glass in a matter of seconds. “Consider it as a welcoming to the Big Apple.”

His voice softened each time he spoke to me as if he didn't want to scare me off. He followed by sliding the glass in front of me just beside my handbag where my hands rested. I kept my face forward allowing him to only speak to my profile.

“And what makes you think that I am not from here?” I question, not moving to touch his offering. He chuckled lowly, a laugh that could be so charming if it were anybody else listening.

“Because I’m a type of... ambassador for the beautiful women all across the city.” I laughed, from disgust, but still, it was a laugh.

“Oh wow- what an honor,” I said sarcastically, catching him smirking from the corner of my eye. I turn my head to him, “So you know all the women of New York? What does that make you- the boss?”

His smirk only grew into a smile, one that came along with a slight flush in his cheeks. Although his young age, the toll of his job was beginning to show in the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Handsome, nonetheless, with hazel eyes that were guarded by strong, thick eyebrows. He had full lips and a scruffy beard; dark thick hair that hid his forehead and framed a long face. He only caught my eyes for a moment before he looked down at the drink he had brought from his own table.

“So? Are you the boss?” He seemed hesitant, not knowing how to answer my question. My presence made him uneasy, while at the same time, fascinated him.

“Let’s just say-” He grabbed his drink and leaned back as if he was sharing with me a hidden secret. “that I have a small empire.”

“Empire, huh?” My eyes locked with his, taking in his strong features and suggestive words. “I would like to have something like that myself- but for that to happen I have to be here.”

“So I was right? You are just visiting?” He smirked and brought his drinks to his lips, not breaking eye contact with me.

“Yes... but I’m taking a liking to his city. There is something-” I sighed. “Special about it.”

He stopped before he could take a sip from his glass, bringing it out towards me, “I’ll drink to that.”

“Cheers.” Only then, did I take a hold of the champagne glass, bringing it to connect with his choice of liquor.

I watched him bring the glass back up to his mouth, his free hand adjusting his open blazer, causing my eyes to linger down his body. A silk white handkerchief confined in the front pocket. A solid black button down, with its two first buttons, undone and a golden chain lurking underneath his collar.  

“Allow me to introduce myself, signorina. I am Alessandro Botticelli.” He extended his hand out to me. “I would love to know, who I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

I set my glass back down, keeping my vision low and unsure, as I answered him. “Why do you want to know?”

“Well I would like to attend to you properly,” My question was to be perceived as innocent- unsure of my position so that he could feel in control. “How a beautiful lady should be.”  

“No, I don’t think that’s it.” I shook my head, changing the tone in my voice, making him raise a single brow at me. “I think you want something else.”

“Oh really?” He licked his bottom lip with engagement and leaned in closer than before, not taking his eyes off my triggering lips.

“Yes,” I smirked. My hands ran across the edge of the untouched champagne.

Botticelli almost whispered, his voice dropping slightly lower than before. “Like what?”

“What you want- is to sleep with me.” I turned my knees so that they would face his direction. Leaning my elbow on the bar and watching him as he unraveled in a heavy laughter. A blush coming on his cheek from a combination of my words and the alcohol. “Of course and then you’ll wake up in the morning, leaving me a note to never to be seen again.”

He ordered another drink while he continued to shake his head and chuckle at my blunt nature. “Then what simply started as a conversation at a bar, will turn into an outrageous affair you will tell your friends all about.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, looking me up and down as he got a new view of my body. “What makes you think you know men so well?”

“No, I don’t think I know men at all.” I shrugged, moving my hair from the sides of my face. “But you’re Italian, right?”

“Italian, and a little something else.” He smiled and took his new drink in his hands.

“Thank you for the champagne.” I grabbed my handbag and stood off the stool. His smile faded as I went in and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

“W-wait, signorina.” He panicked as I began to walk away from him. Finding my way to the exit of the bar, leaving the glass of champagne untouched like a virgin.

I left him there at the bar, astonish and stunned, and with his drink in his hand. I kept my head straight and moved quickly and calmly up the pair of stairs that lead me back to the safety of the street.

But as I was about to make to the top step, I heard footsteps mimicking mine. I stopped in mid-step and turned back to find a man, young and built, following behind me. I recognized him as one of the men that had been seated next to Botticelli in the booth earlier.

“Excuse me, but I prefer to walk alone.” I faked a smile but my uninterested voice seemed to bother very little of him.

“I need your contact information.” He informed me as if he was the police. It was clear Botticelli had sent him after me, not taking nothing for an answer.

“Listen, you can tell your boss, that if he wants to become the owner of this city,” I stepped down, in arms reach of him I took the handkerchief from his blazer. “He’ll find me very easily- I like leaving things up to destiny.”

With the silk cloth open in my hand, I brought it up to my mouth and left my lips imprinted in red pigment. I handed the handkerchief back and he nodded his head understanding what I was telling him. I stood in my place, forcing him to be the first one to walk away, backing into the bar to deliver the message.

Once I made sure no one else would come following behind me I continued up the rest of the stairs to the street. Looking down seeing Jungkook and Jimin walking close by to my left, I nodded my head at them and began to walk in the direction of the car. The two of them coming up close behind me, careful not to make it obvious.

“Who was he?” I asked Jimin loud enough for him to hear me as he walked behind me.

“Vincent Romano.” He answered shortly after waiting for a couple to pass us on the street. “One of Alessandro Botticelli’s more dangerous gunmen and his right hand.”

“Looked like just a pretty boy to me.” Jungkook mocked.

“He has a body count higher than ours put together,” Jimin noted, just as we made it to the end of the block where the car was still waiting for us.

Jimin stepped in the front driver seat while Jungkook came around to open the door for me, shutting it and quickly taking his seat in the back.

“So? How did it go?” Yoongi asked as soon as I sat in the front.

“I know how we’re going to kill him.”

-

“Whenever you are ready boss. Just tell us what you need us to do.” Once we got back to the warehouse, after stopping to get some takeout, everybody sat at the table and waited for me to tell them what plan I had brewing in my head. Jungkook, being the restless one, was the first to say something.

“I’m not worried about Botticelli anymore- I’ll take care of it by myself,” I said walking over the table where they were all seated. “I’ve got him eating out of my hand.”

“Whatever you say.” They exchanged glances between each other, Yoongi’s face not showing any support of my orders.

“But I want the names of every organization that's dealing coke in the city. How many there are- where they are.” I said standing over Jimin specifically. “I don’t believe in small enemies-I won’t risk the chance of a small bit of luck coming their way.”

Since he was the one who knew it all. “Got it? I want to break them- all of them.”

There was a thin line between Jimin and me; he had his own boss who he was loyal to and so I knew there was a limit to his loyalty. As far as I could see he was Taehyung's better set of eyes; and as long as the choice I made profited Taehyung- he would follow.

“We’ll get started on a list right away then.” He answered, looking up at me from under his long hair.

“While you all do that, I’m going to speak with Yoongi.” Yoongi's eyes darted over to me, unaware that we were scheduled to have a talk.

I didn’t even fret to look at his cold stare, I made my way upstairs to the bedroom where we would be staying for the next couple of nights. He knew very well to follow behind me without any objections.

Walking into the small room, that only held the necessities of a bedroom, Yoongi closed the door behind him. I took a seat in front of the mirror of the dresser, pushing my hair away from my face and touching up my makeup that may have shifted from being out in the world.

“Are you going to tell me what your problem is or are you just going to stand there?” I said while whipping off what was left of my red lipstick, applying lip balm to my nude lips.

“I don’t like the way you talked about that Italian guy,” He started and I was already groaning in annoyance.

“All I said was the truth.” I stood up, finding my suitcase was still packed on top of the bed, trying to search for clothes to break out of this tight dress.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened in that bar then?” He pursed, following me to the bed and standing at its edge. “How is it that you managed to get him ‘eating out of your hand’ so quickly?”

I took clothes from the suitcase laying them out on the sheets of the bed, not trying to look in his direction over a jealous tantrum. His stare was burning drops in my direction.

“By seducing him.”

“Really?” He slowly made his way closer to me, coming in my line of sight with a hard expression. “And you are going to say it, just like that?”

“Seducing is just that,” I said leaving my clothes on my bed and stepping to meet him halfway. “I’m going to drive him crazy until he falls so hard for me- that he’ll never get back up.”

“Even if that means sleeping with him?” He voice was threating, only inches away from my face and I could feel the heat radiating off his body from the anger.

“I doubt that would be necessary.” I sighed, bothered by the fact that I found ourselves here once again, fighting against each other when we were supposed to be a team. I reached over, wrapping my hands around his tense shoulders while pushing his hair out of his face. “You’re my man.”

“And you’re mine.” He muttered, taking his own arms and wrapping them around my waist.

“But let me tell you something,” I said pecking his lips. “If I have to let myself be touched by that man to be number one in the cocaine business- I will.”

“And if it were me? That had to sleep with someone to be number one in the business?” He asked quietly. My lips pressed together, holding back a sour grin, that causes him to laugh. “Ohh. You wouldn’t like that, right?”

“No offense Yoongs, but I doubt anyone of these druglords would want to sleep with you.” I laughed moving away from his smirking grip. Going back to the clothes I had laid out for myself.

“Why don’t you just let those three take care of Botticelli?” He helped me unzip the back of my dress, pressing his back behind me and kissing my bare shoulder. “I don’t want that man even looking at you, I would have to kill him, doll.”

“Calm down, Yoongi.” I groaned as I slipped the dress off my body and onto the floor. “Don’t be so dense.”

“Then let me be the one who kills him.” I stepped out of the dress just to turn back around and look at him.

“How do I make you understand that it’s just a strategy?” I asked willing to do anything at this point. “What will make get on board with my plan?”

He pulled me in again, this time I was chest to chest and face to face. His grip on my waist was tight and his eyes gazed into my eyes deeply as if he was discovering the ocean.

“Marry me.”

My hands slowly unwrapped from him his shoulders and dropped to my side.

“What?” His face was static and did not reflect the words he had just spoken. I held his gaze but could not figure out who I was staring at.

“You heard me...” Yoongi said leaning to kiss down the side of my neck, his hands gripping my sides tighter.

There was a moment that flashed in my mind, triggered from his words, making me relive a scene in our lives, a feeling that I once felt, a question I once asked him. When we had little time of knowing each other and I had just recognized him as the man of my dreams. The man I would spend the rest of my days with.

-

“I hope you don’t plan on waiting too long to propose to me, Yoongs.” I leaned against the armrest of our couch, pushing the heels of my feet against the skin of his lap. “I still want to be young on my wedding day.”

“Propose?” He chuckled, holding my toes in the grip of his warm hand.

“Of course- I am the love of your life, after all.” I rolled my eyes playfully, bringing my legs away from him, to cross them over each other and sit up. Yoongi continued to laugh to himself, shaking his head down, his thick black hair covering his eyes. “What’s so funny?”

“You think I would do something as purposeless as get married?”He questioned while the smile of laughter continued to plaster his face.  

“Well... ouch.” I laughed slightly flustered. Placing my head in my hands, watching him enjoy the laugh-provoking thought. “You wouldn’t want to marry me?”

He looked back at me, seeing that I was taking his words to heart. He turned his body in my direction so that I could look at him in both eyes.

“(Y/n), there is no doubt in my mind that only death will do us part.” He said clicking off the tv to address the disappointment in my voice. “But the way I see it, there are only two reasons people get married.”

“Which are?” I crossed my arms. Thinking he was about to make up any kind of excuse to get out of this situation.

“One- to get financial benefits and rights.” He reached to the side table of our couch, pulling out a single cigarette for himself. I watched as he held it between his lips and lit the end on fire. “Two- to prove your ‘love’ to other people.”

“What about to prove it to each other?” I asked a bit defensively.

Yoongi blew the smoke out of his mouth without pulling out the cigarette from his lips. Using his free hands to hold mine, and slowly guide me out of my sitting position. With his strength he brought me over him, my legs straddling either side of his thighs while he used his own hands to wrap mine around his shoulders.   

“I’ll prove my love for you every single night that I make you mine in our bedroom.”

The words he whispered sent shivers down my spine. My breath hitching in my throat and color rising to my face. Though, I learned to take the cigarette from his lips and tossing it on the ashtray from the same table he had gotten it. Our faces meeting halfway to connect through our lips.

-

“I thought you didn’t want to get married?” I asked still trying to wrap my brain around the situation.

“Things can change…” He said simply. Reaching to cup my chin softly, making me look back up at him. “Marry me.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a question...” I breathed, still frozen in my motion. His lips trying to defrost me in his hands.

“Well,” He said before kissing my skin once more and coming back up to look at me. “I guess it’s not- I mean, you are already mine, aren’t you?”

The answer was easy. Yoongi and I had gone to hell - beaten, bound, and marked by death herself- we made it back. A life was born and a business was built; a world without him by my side could simply not exist. I was the moon and he was the sun- my darkness- his light. We were destined to be together until the very end.

“Yes…”

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In the name of Ođin, the son and the holy spirit

I fell at the battle of Damascus. When I woke up I was lying on my back, facing the sky, looking at the beautiful Aurora Borrealis. Suddenly a face appears above me, I ask him “Where am I?” He looks startled and says “Gođa dáginn! Velkominn í Valhalla.” “Am I in a heathen afterlife?” I think “Did i get damned by God to suffer this fate? But I was a pious and righteous man and I only fought when attacked and in the name of the Lord.” “Okay, you move not, I will take you to Ođin.” The man says as he picks me up and I see a large mead hall before me.

When I get inside I see two men fighting with the rest around them cheering something foreign. I also see a one-eyed man on a large throne with a spear in his hand. He man sets me down before the one-eyed man, and he starts by saying “Thank you , Ísvetr. Now you came here, but you are not of my faith. What are you doing here?” “I know as much as you heathen god.” I reply. “I see by your words that you are a christian, now I think we are further in your search for your reason of being here.” He remarks. I all slowly becomes clear to me, my family and I were never properly christened.

I become angry, because due to a trick by my forefathers I now am damned to live with these heathen savages. I scream “Hwær sindon min ealdres?” Everyone quiets down and looks at me. From the back of the room I hear someone saying “Hér.” I walk over to the man. He is large and with a lot of markings on his body. I say to him “You ruined my chance for being saved by the only god.” He responds “So what, you’re in the afterlife now it doesn’t matter anymore.” “It matters to me, you heathen cunt!” I yell as my anger comes to a boiling point. He now has an angry expression on his face “You do not talk to your elders in that way boy” he says as he punches me in the jaw launching me across the room into a barrel of mead. I slowly come to my senses as I see his huge figure coming towards me, charging. I have just enough time to get out of the way. We now stand in a circle of people with all the heathens cheering me and my great-grandfather on. I dash towards him and land a punch in his stomach and another on his jaw, but he dodges out of the way of another hit and hits me in the chest. I get angrier and angrier, but also slowly happier as I have a way to express my anger. We trade a few more blows as we are more or less equally matched. I land a decisive blow in his nose and forehead knocking him out. The whole crowd cheeres as the man from before called Ísvetr comes towards me. He says “Behold, this young man fought his grandfather and won! I hereby bestow the title of Striđsann!” The whole crowd cheers and I feel a sense of happiness coming over me. It’s not so bad here after all, however the Lord is still the one true god where as this person is probably just a nothern saint of war and wisdom.”

That’s how my first day in Valhalla was...

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How to see Nothern lights (aurora borealis) in Murmansk? Due to the low currency rates in Russia nowadays, it's quite cheap to travel to Russia and it's a good chance to explore this country. From Murmansk you can see the Nothern lights. Murmansk is the biggest city in the world above the Arctic circle! You can get there by plane or by train. From Murmansk you can also get to the shore of Barents Sea (Arctic ocean) - the place called Teriberka. But for this opportunity you'd better check travel agency or ask the english speaking guys at your hotel or on airbnb.com as the bus drivers in Murmansk or Teriberka don't speak English. Here are the easiest steps to see the Nothern lights. 1) The best time to see Nothern lights in Murmansk is from October to January 2) Check the longterm aurora forecast at http://www.gi.alaska.edu/AuroraForecast/Europe/20170120 . The power should be at least Kp 4-5, as the aurora forecast is not much accurate. 3) When you are in Murmansk, you'll need the more accurate forcast for the nearest days and hours. It's better to use this one: http://www.aurora-service.eu/aurora-forecast-non-flash/ 4) You'll also need the weather forecast, because without clear sky you have not many chances to see the Nothern lights. Don't forget to check the hourly forecast when you're in town. 5) From Teriberka you can easily see the Nothern lights as it's not a big community. From Murmansk you'd better rent a car and get out of city at night as there is too much light. 6) The sample of settings for the camera Nikon D5100 and Sigma lens 18-125 to take a shot of Nothern lights are the following: ISO 1250, f/3,8 ,10-30sec. That's all. Good luck!

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The Northern Lights in Iceland: how to avoid disappointment

There are few issues extra magical than looking down the Northern Lights in Iceland… if you’re profitable!

However for each nice story heard from a buddy who witnessed the inexperienced and pink dancing curtains Three nights in a row, there’s the distress story from one other buddy who was pushed round in a giant bus night time after night time looking for a second of clear skies in an in any other case moist, windy and cloudy night time. With nothing to indicate for it aside from a dent of their financial institution stability and a few numb toes.

So I’ve determined to create this month’s weblog submit as a sort of, ‘ keep away from disappointment’ when looking for the Northern Lights in Iceland.

The very best time to see the Northern Lights in Iceland (being darkish is only one issue)

The quick model is, if it’s darkish there’s an opportunity! Successfully as soon as the midnight solar bows its head round mid August then it’s doable. I personally noticed my first dancing curtain on the 30th of August with shoppers this yr. Just a few years in the past Reykjavik avenue lights have been turned off as a result of the Northern Lights have been so sturdy… on the 16th of August. Statistically you usually tend to see the nothern lights near the equinox than to the solstice i.e. September/October and March/April. That is the time of the yr when the day and night time are precisely equal. So forcing your self to fly to Iceland on the darkest and coldest time of the yr in December/ January is just not strictly talking mandatory.

Recognizing the Northern Lights in the course of the Equinox months (March/April and September/October)

The irony is that regardless of this being the most effective time to see the Northern Lights they’re additionally among the quietest instances of yr to go to Iceland too. Many vacationers go for the nice and cozy summer time months underneath the midnight solar or ice cave season in the midst of winter. Each durations have their deserves. But when we’re speaking about Northern Lights recognizing alternatives alone then I’ve to aspect with the shoulder months. The climate tends to be nicer throughout these months than deep winter (don’t quote me on that although, Iceland’s climate doesn’t play by the principles). This implies you’re barely extra more likely to see stars within the sky and therefore the Northern Lights. A aspect profit is that lodge rooms are sometimes cheaper too, particularly in October and April.

Excursions of the Northern Lights within the winter months in Iceland (November to March)

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