#hoping! the power comes back on! Soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

please my dear author , please!!!!! I'm begging you, Give me satisfaction with your story, please😭❤️...

May i've a reaquest headcannon for, wife s/o x sun wukong,They both are always together and fight together, even die together 😭... Please my dear author, you are my only hope .

(btw, s/o is good at healing magic, she even fights using magic)

How funny and how ironic, Wukong thought, to be held in his last moments in the arms of the sword brother that once he had tò defeat in battle.

His breath reduced by a raspy whisper, his chest now covered in blood by the wound... eh, come to think of it, he didn't feel any pain now, just numbness.

His hears, then, grasped One of the many breaths there, one that, like him, was reaching their last moments. He could recognize that breath between thousands, and then he sensed a feeling of dread. He wanted to reach her. The bull sensed his desire and obliged.

In a pool of blood, a feminine body lay. Her chest covered in arrows, her once white hanfu now in a Splendid Crimson shade. The eyes of the monkey gleam from the sad view.

A bride, even in her last moments. His bride, his wife, his everything.

You were his, and he was yours, and so the sage wanted to be until the end.

The bull was able to lay him down next to you, a small moment of peace on the battlefield.

You two really did a lot together?

///

You were mere servants for one of the seven fairies, a body between many. You never asked for something more, you never asked to be different, and you never asked to be noticed by anyone. Too much trouble, you always thought.

But you were different. Despite your humble position, you were born with abilities that, even amongst many immortals, were quite rare. Healing powers, a sacred ability that just a few could learn but were born with? You were special, but you just hoped for a humble life. 

But even in the celestial realm, nothing can just stay the same.

You first saw him when he was ordered to the Jade Emperor. Hiding behind some officials and other servants, the first thing that caught you was his manners. He wasn't a bride; he was just treating the most important being in the world like some random people. You should be shocked, but... It's nice? You wondered what kind of person was the new keeper of the horses...

///

"Master Wukong Is Amazing!"

"Since he's the one who's taking care of the celestial steed, all of the beasts are in great shape!"

Wukong was always someone who loved the praise and the compliments, but something was quite off. It was true, he was the best keeper that the Celestial stables everything had, but he had noticed something a little strange.

Sometimes, maybe by accidents or by distraction of the owner, one of the horses came back injured or with some small wounds. He had always done his best to take care of them, of course, and the next day the same wound was soon gone. More than anyone, he was supposed to be happy or proud by this, but he knew something was playing a trick on him. Surely, another one would have believed that it was the same horse that had such an ability like that, or everything that stables themselves, but why then call for someone to take care of the horses if there was something like that?

One day, he finally knew the answer.

When the day was almost over and the Night Patrol deity started to prepare for his work, Wukong wanted to check on the horses and remembered that one of them seemed quite unwell after a bad day with its owner. 

When he reached the stables, he seemed quite pleased to find the door unlocked, especially since he knew that all of his helpers had left for the night. He noticed there the light of a small lantern, and there he decided to move. Taking the form of a fly, he started to buzz in the direction of the light, and what he saw left him pleased.

"Poor one, did they mistreat you, uh?"

Your voice seemed so kind and gentle; the horse was immediately putty in your hands. Sitting on an overturned bucket, you gently caressed its snout and Maine, coercing it to give you its injured leg.

"I know what it means; don't worry, I'll treat you right away."

And, under the incredulous eyes of the Great Sage, a dim light started to shine in your hand, and, by just caressing it, the wound was good and gone!

"There, all done!" You said happily, keepnon caressing the horse, "Now you look good as new!"

The Great Sage couldn't control himself; you had picked up his curiosity like nothing before! Like a bolt, he immediately took back his true form and started you and the horse.

"Easy horse, brother!" He esclaimed, calming the beast, "Do not scare the precious one!"

You feel a sense of panic. You were caught, red-handed, in the celestial stables tending the horses that weren't even your own duty, by the keeper himself. You kneel before him, your face in the dirt, hoping to appeal to his kindness.

"Forgive me, master! I didn't intend to do any harm! I just wanted to cure these poor creatures! Please don't report me! I beg you!"

He looked at you with quite the interest, bent down to touch your head, laughing a little.

"Come now, precious one! I'm not in need of this kind of guidance! I punish who's wrong me, not who does good!"

You raised your head a little, your forhead dry from the mud of the pavement.

"You...you won't?"

"Not as long as you're going to share with me that trick of yours, precious one!"

"My Lord, I'm not precious at all! I'm just a servant."

"Tell me your name; even if you'll be precious to me!"

"I'm Y/N, master; I work under the Seven Fairies, daighters of the Jade Emperor. And...my powers are just my powers; I was born with them."

"Oh, a servant?!" He seemed indignant by your statement, "How can it be?! Such powers are for gods and immortals! Not for servants and cleaners! They had made a mistake with your position!"

"Oh, no, master! I'm where I wanted to be! I do not care for my position; I just enjoy my life as it is."

He pondered, Little, what a strange little thing you were. Such amazing powers, and yet so humble?! So interesting, very much indeed! He circled you a few times, causing you to emit a few giggles, even if you tried to keep them in your mouth. 

"Say, do you like these horses?"

"Yes, master! Quite Indeed!"

"Then! Come to me every day at this same time! I want to know you better!"

///

And so you kept your promise. Every day, after your choirs, you were welcomed in his own palace, treated like an equal. Sometimes you've dined, sometimes you've just drunk tea, but every time talking with him seems so natural. You showed interest in his home, to the point that he wanted you to pay a visit there with him next time.

He loved having you around; you've never looked him down, always so modest and kind. You were truly a precious one to him! He never loses a chance to greate you, even in front of the other servants and celestials.

And so rumors started to spread. 

The Bimawen found a friend in the Seven Fairies servant. The girl likes to spend time with horses and monkeys, they said. Some even complained that you smelled of animals.

Once, one of the seven sisters even forced you to take a bath and tò not touch anything until you were completely cleaned. It was so humiliating.

But you decide not to tell anything to the Bimawen, afraid of some reaction. And yet, something still happened.

One incautious immortal had decided that he needed to provoke the monkey and reveal his true position in the heavens! You were sure he was aware of it. Instead, they decided not to inform him! He was furious! He destroyed the stables and fled away from Heaven.

He had one regret: leave you there alongside those foolish arrogants! But he could not force you, not someone like you.

So imagine his surprise when the youngest monkey proclaimed to have captured an immortal, only to come to him withbyour in their grasp!

"Y/n?!" He screamed, reaching you with a jump and taking you in a bone-crashing hug. "My precious! Why are you here?! Did you finally decide to come and green my children?!"

"Oh Wukong," you caressed his head. "The Celestial Palace is enraged! They want to capture you! They're sending an army here!"

He laughed, finally setting you down, caressing your delicate hand.

"Old Wukong is not afraid of them; I'll let them regret having provoked the Great Sage equal to Heaven!"

And while you wondered when the battle could begin, he showed you his kingdom. A land with no palaces, no rules, only swore brothers and sisters that believed in each other's strength and power. They were equal in each eye, and all of them were ready to fight for each other. It felt right...

Sun Wukong had shown you to everyone with pride, calling you his precious one, the one that can heal with her hands. And even if he loved to braga about you to everyone, he had always shown respect and never forced you around. He wanted to praise you like he should, but he wanted you happy.

It was the first time in his life.

///

"My precious... I wonder...do any of those morsels up there ever tried to court you before?" He lay on the ground, enjoying your scratch on his head.

"Not at all, my Lord. They never looked me at all, and since I know you, they avoided me."

"It feels me with pride then! That I'm the only one that had the chance and the right to court you properly!"

"You...courting me, my lord?" Your cheeks took a crimson shade, embarrassed but yet intrigued.

"But...why me? Of all the matches, why me?"

"Because you had made something that a few had done, you had intrigued me." His hand taking yours, covering them in kisses, "so say yes, bye mine forever. Let's live in peace!"

And so, with a kiss on his lips, you accepted.

///

He did keep his promise; he defeated the immortals that had been sent to capture him. He forced him to find a new strategy, giving him what he wanted!

And most definitely, he decided to have you have his own. His wife, his precious wife, was the only one that he really cared to have by his side.

You wanted to be more—not for everyone to acknowledge you, but for him. Rakshasi had you as her disciple. She taught you, and she was able to unlock your true potential. And he knew, and he loved you for that.

When you both returned to the Celestial Palace, he wanted people to greet you both, but your hopes weren't so high.

In their eyes, you were still a servant, and he was still just a monkey. That was something that they would never stop seeing.

But you learned that respect should be earned, not given, so you stopped being the respectful one. If someone offended you, you responded, well, know that now not only your own fury was feared, but the one of your husbands too.

///

"My love, this is wrong!" You tried to convince him, whispering between the peach trees. "We shouldn't! We should guard the immortal peaches! Not eating them!"

"AH!" He picked another one, giving it a huge bite. "I'm the Guardian! Why shouldn't I? And those knuckles head Will never noticed of a few have been eaten, my dear." 

He extended the same peach, his mischievous eyes tempting you.

"You and I... We deserved more, my love. Why deny it?"

Yes, why? The immortals were never Just with both of you, that was the right payment that he deserved. Your mouth became full of the peach pulp, and soon the lips of the monkey claimed your now immortal ones.

You desecrated even the same soul of that orchad.

And soon, you both were meant to desecrate more.

///

When he learned from your former masters, the Seven Fairies, that you weren't invited to the banquet of the mother of the west, he was furious.

You were at his side when the Seven Maiden started to mock him and yourself.

"A stone monkey and his mate to the royal banquet? How absurd!"

"He can come and make a dance for us; she can serve us for sure!"

Their laugh was what enraged him the most. How dare they mock you in front of him?! How dare they make funny of the Great Sage wife?!

When the maidens were immobilized by his spell, by the look on his face, it was clear that he planned nothing but troubles.

When the two of you came in the Great All, he put everyone to sleep and then started to drink and eat everything that his eyes could possibly lay on.

"Wukong, this...this is not necessary! We should stop!"

"Stop?!" He looked at you, throwing away a cup full of wine. "They made me do it! They've never been fair to us! I won't stop! I refuse! Come, my beloved, let's drink and wine at their own expense! Let's feast! And when we're full, let's bring the rest to the children!"

And so you did; you drank and drank wine with him, uncertain of this action. The emperor... he would be enraged... but he was right, they treat you both poorly... still...

And so you drank, trying to put down your worries in the alcohol, afraid of the future. You tried to put at rest the fear. And so, Cup After Cup, you fell asleep. You didn't remember all; only your spouse brought you something shining in your mouth, with a huge grin on his face.

When you woke up, you were both back to your mountain, and your fear was true.

///

"I BEG YOU!" your head on the ground, like the first day you both met, "ask forgiveness! Do as they say! Don't bring your people to war! Do not harm them! Please!"

His swore brothers Look at you with pity while he keeps on looking at the thundering skies. He couldn't turn back down.

"My precious one, I refuse to beg for Mercy! I'll make them see what happens when they play against me!"

Then his eyes became gentle only when he looked at you. His hand cupped your face, looking at your crying eyes. How he hates to see your gorgeus face crying.

"Go with Who can't fight my beloved; stay with them! The world of war is not meant for you."

"If you refuse to beg for Mercy," you held his hands against your trembling chest, "then I'll fight with you."

///

And so you did; you did fight alongside him and his generals against the celestial army... but it wasn't enough.

Not against Erlang Shen.

When he was taken away, you were held hostage in the palace, forced to see the tortures and every plan to kill him. But in the world, nothing has ever worked.

When they put him in the Lao Tsu Trigram furnace, you thought they had lost him. No matter how much they torment you, no matter what pain, the thought of the loss of your husband was too. much to bear, but he wasn't dead; no, he became stronger.

Nothing could have beat him, and, for a moment, you really thought that he could become the new emperor...

But he played against more capable opponents.

///

You could still Hear him moving, struggling against the rock, gnawing at the mud, trying to get out and break free from the golden sigyl.

"You're hurting yourself more..."

"WAIT until I break free!"

"You won't..."

"Are you doubting me?! "

You get, starting to walk away, your cold expression couldn't even manage to hold his fiery eyes longer than a second.

"Where are you going?! Stop!"

"I'm going to find our people. They fled in the fight. I'll do what I can."

"We'll do it when I'll break free! WAIT!"

When you turned around, you were the one holding an enraged expression. Your fists were so tight that your hands were white, and your lovely (y/c) eyes were of a deep red color.

"I wanted you to stop! To reconsider it! But you didn't listen! We could have been happy and serene, but you... you just wanted more."

He wanted to scream back, but he heard it—your hiccups, your sobs.

"No, please! Don't cry! I can hold everything, but seeing you cry breaks me deeper." He struggled again to reach you, to console you, but another strike from the sigyl stopped him. You didn't want to hear him again; you just wanted to leave, and so you started to walk away again, ignoring his screams.

"PLEASE! I'll Fix Everything! I'LL DO IT! PRECIOUS ONE, PLEASE!"

///

As the seasons change, you change for the worst. You became something else.

Your power, once maid to help and protect, became cold like ice. Your colors disappear, pure white, like a ghost you became. You even started to forget your name.

With no one to come back, your people were hunted by the Celestials, abandoned, and hated by everyone. With no place to go, you became a demon.

For 500 years you prey on mortals, other demons, and such, until fate acts again and a monk and three pilgrims cross your path.

And your heart longed for two things: your husband and the flash of the Tang monk.

But your story was short-lived, you guessed. 

///

Wukong held you in his arms, your fragile body against him. You were like a child, deep in slumber, while your old color started to come back.

He did what he could; he suffered enough, all for one thing: a second chance for you.

He sensed your struggle in your sleep, his footsteps echoing in the depths of Mount Huaguo. 

"Shhhh...sleep..."

Yor hands grasped his tunic, feeling the rasp material under your finger.

"Wukong, I had... a dream."

"A Dream? It was good?"

"No, it was a nightmare. I did so many bad things... I hurt you and someone you care for."

He stayed silent, only holding you closer to him. "It was Just a Dream, my love...nothing more."

He laid you down on the altar, covering you with some furr. He stayed there, admiring your tired expression.

"Sleep now; when I'll be back, you'll tell me all."

"Where are you going?"

"...finish a job...but I'll come back soon, so do not fret. Your husband would never abandon you."

You smiled, feeling his lips caressing your forhead. You felt safer now; he would come back soon.

And so he closed the door made of rock of your secluded prison. A sygil, one similar to the one that he once had, and a spell made to you sleep.

He didn't noticed, but he started to weep while he was closing It.

///

He did it; he finished the job. He became Buddha; he obtained a position so secure that he could grant you and himself freedom.

But he was never meant to be free, wasn't he?

He wanted you out of this conflict; he tried to protect you, but you were so stubborn, so eager to protect the husband that had pulled you back from those 500 years of misery...and instead there you were, at the brink of death.

How ironic and unkind...

He felt something—a warm touch to his chest. Your palm emitted that kind light; you tried to use your power on him one more time. He held your hand and stopped you.

You were so tired and you looked at him. He seemed so tired...and yet he smiled.

It's fine. That's enough. No more.

In your last moment, you couldn't help but cry, sobbing, with one consolation of dying at his side.

He wanted to hold you close to him, tell you that everything would be okay, and not be scared because he was there with you. He could only caress your face, trying to stay closer to you, avoiding more pain from the arrows.

And while the divine light was ready to engulf you both, he prayed one last time.

He prays that, if his plan works out, to meet you again, to fix the mistakes of the past, and to tell you how much he love you one more time.

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[danadaria]

Steddie Bigbang: All Thanks to the Power of Love (No, Really)

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

THEY DAY FINALLY ARRIVED!!! I'm so happy to post my first illustration for the @steddiebang2024 !

I had the pleasure to work with @libraryofgage in the project #026, an amazing Warm Bodies AU that has me screaming since the beginning about how good it is! :D

You can read it HERE

Summary:

The zombie apocalypse hits, and Steve and Robin sacrifice themselves for their friends. And then they’re zombies, semi-self-aware, shambling around the mall, inexplicably never hungry, understanding each other better than the other zombies ever could, and inadvertently rescuing a girl named Max. The mall isn’t safe for her, so Steve and Robin leave to find somewhere that is, and they might just find their way back to living again when they run into people who thought they were dead. --- The zombie apocalypse hits, and the love of Eddie's life is a beautiful, idiotic, self-sacrificing asshole that lied when he promised to give Eddie another kiss when they met again. And then he’s trying to keep himself together while setting up a base, keeping a gaggle of reckless fourteen-year-olds alive, and fighting against the resignation of his friends. It all comes to a head when he takes Dustin on a walk and they hear a girl scream. When they reach her, they can only watch as the girl is saved by a heart-breakingly familiar zombie. A zombified Steve and Robin that don’t eat them on sight is already more than they could have ever hoped for, but they soon discover that the two are a lot less dead than they seem.

[satureja13]

While Vlad and Ji Ho and Sai and Jeb enjoy their couple time together, good mates Jack and Kiyoshi are having a picknick. Even though they are supposed to meet for dinner soon. Jack is always hungry. And Kiyoshi wonders why they are not having pizza again, Jack's favourite.

Kiyoshi doesn't realize he's walking on the water again. Or he forgot they are back in the Muggle World and he shouldn't reveal his divine nature here... Let's just hope no one notices him ö.Ö'

And while Jack is happily riding around with a Jet Ski he rented, Kiyoshi is happily browsing his phone. He'd even been longer without reception than the others. 60+ years! A lot to keep up with.

When Jack finally left the ocean and joined Kiyoshi on his blanket, it already got dark and they have to leave soon to meet the others. But Jack wanted to talk to Kiyoshi. He needs to make sure this mateship of theirs is not going to drag them back down to the hell they've been in during their relationship. Jack is not sure how to start and how Kiyoshi would take it so he waited until they were almost due to leave... Jack: "Kiyoshi..." Kiyoshi: "Hm?" Jack took a deep breath in and then he let it all out: "You know, after I - uhm... left you, I had to have a talk with Greg. And as much as I hate him, I think I have to admit that he was right - in some points at least. He said a relationship is hard work. And he didn't hesitate to point out that I also played my part in ruining - eh, us. So I want to make sure we talk about things that make us feel uncomfortable. And things we need - and want." Kiyoshi laughed: "Ah, he gave me that talk too. Even twice. To make sure it seeps through, I guess." Jack: "What? When?" Kiyoshi: "When we were here together, at Beltane. I was still a bit out but he managed to reach me, he is very powerful. And wise."

Jack: "So, what do you think?" Kiyoshi: "I think we should follow his advice and work hard. I cherish ... our mateship too much to let it go to waste again. I promise you, I won't keep anything from you and talk to you if I feel uncomfortable. And about my wants and needs. I will share it all with you. No more hiding - no more secrets." He wanted to say '...you' instead of '...our mateship', but it's not the right time for this when Jack wants to discuss their mateship. And he's still so anxious and vulnerable. It's just the beginning. And they have all the time in the worlds to sort it out. And so they agreed to the new terms and conditions of their mateship.

But Jack was so anxious of being hurt again, he couldn't help it and asked: "Do you think it will work?" Kiyoshi: "Let's just do our best, hm? We both changed, a lot." Jack pondered about it for a while and came to the conclusion Kiyoshi was right. Kiyoshi had spent 6 decades in that tree to reflect and Jack went through the hell of pain for leaving him, his Alpha. And the therapy game chased him through an almost relationship with Lou and even killed him so he could make a brandnew start. They now both know what they have lost. And what they have been missing. A chill wind blew over the ocean to the beach and Jack, who was still wet, shivered. Kiyoshi noticed it: "Don't tell me you are cold!" Jack: "What? No! I'm the Super Soldier, after all!" Kiyoshi laughed: "Hey, no more secrets! You promised!" Jack: "Fine! I'm cold. But it's just a reaction. Because my skin is still wet!" Kiyoshi: "Aouwww. Come here." And he pulled Jack close.

And Jack leaned in. He felt warm in an instant. Kiyoshi smelled so good. Like sun and ocean and food - and Kiyoshi's very own, incomparable scent. Jack: "Do you think this is a weird thing to do for mates?" Kiyoshi: "It's only weird when we make it weird. If it feels good for both of us and we agree on something, nothing should be weird between us. Right?" Jack moved even closer to Kiyoshi's warm body: "Right. We can't compare our mateship with what others have and do, I guess. Not even our woohoo felt weird for me. It felt good, great even. Even though we didn't both agree beforehand. I only felt so bad because I thought it was - eh ... inapproprate, you know. Since you're a diety now." Kiyoshi: "And I was horrified because I knew what you went through and I - eh ... felt I kind of exploited the situation. Though, I had no choice, like you. But it felt good for me too." Jack sighed as he remembered: "So good." Kiyoshi pulled Jack a bit tighter and put a soft kiss on Jack's wet, sandy hair.

They sat there, cuddling, until Jack's phone made weird zombie sounds (that's his ringtone for Sai...) Message from Sai: 'Where are you? We're waiting at the restaurant!' Seems it's really about time to leave. Kiyoshi was already dressed while Jack was still shaking the water - and sand - out of his hair. Kiyoshi endured it - and smiled. It might sound strange, but this quirky side of Jack played a big part helping Kiyoshi get out of the tree. And he wouldn't want to miss it.

Eventually they put the blanket in Jack's inventory and ran over to the restaurant boat in the harbor of Porto Azzurro. Jack knew they would have pizza for dinner, so he was fine with eating something else at their picknick ;)

Ah, it's been a long time since I've seen them so happy together. One of the best days I've ever had with them <3

'It's merely human situations The moments between us both The distance, the passions Finding a reason. Today...Like always, I am thinking of you.

Yes, you see. It's merely human conditions Feeling well or not If it's by day, or if it's by night If it's nostalgia or post-love. Today...Like always, I am thinking of you

Like our time hasn't yet passed. Tell me, where are we? What could happen? Hearts bound by an arrow, but, To each other that's the barrier that must be demolished I am thinking of you. I am thinking of me' Cosas della Vida - Tina Turner & Eros Ramazotti

Outtakes

Ah, I so wanted them both on the Jet Ski, like on their date over a year ago here at Tartosa! But Kiyoshi refused to stay in the water because he developed thalassophobia (fear of water). Who knows when -.- And I only realized hours later: I should have given him that fear-be-gone potion or already turn off that stupid fear option (but it would also remove the wants, I guess?) but I don't use them anyway either. Little Goat: 'That's boring!' Little Goat: 'Let's go over and watch Ji Ho and Vlad again, then!'

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[steddiebang2024]

All Thanks to the Power of Love (No, Really) | M | 23k

Author: @libraryofgage

Artist: @danadaria

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield, The Party Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse; Alternate Universe - Warm Bodies Fusion; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Major Character Undeath; Zombie Steve Harrington; Zombie Robin Buckley; Angst; Fluff; Humor; Canon-Typical Violence; Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington; Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson; Ambiguous/Open Ending; Happy Ending; Power of Love; Steve Harrington’s Scoops Ahoy Uniform Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence ↳ Keep reading below for a sneak peek!

The zombie apocalypse hits, and Steve and Robin sacrifice themselves to make sure their friends get to safety. And then they’re zombies, semi-self-aware, shambling around the mall while collecting trinkets, inexplicably never hungry, understanding each other better than the other zombies ever could….and inadvertently rescuing a human girl named Max.

The mall isn’t safe for her, so Steve and Robin leave to find somewhere that is, and they might just find their way back to living again when they run into people who thought they were long dead.

The zombie apocalypse hits, and Eddie loses one of his most important people because the love of his life is a beautiful, idiotic, self-sacrificing asshole that lied when he promised to give Eddie another kiss when they met again. And then he’s trying to keep himself together while setting up a base, keeping a gaggle of reckless fourteen-year-olds alive, and fighting against the resignation of his friends.

It all comes to a head when he takes Dustin on a walk and they hear a girl scream. When they reach her, they can only watch as the girl is saved by a heart-breakingly familiar zombie. A zombified Steve and Robin that don’t eat them on sight is already more than they could have ever hoped for, but they soon discover that the two are a lot less dead than they seem.

[longlivechips]

Merlin AU where Uther found out about Merlins magic when he was a baby. But with a twist.

Merlin was born on the first day of winter. On the eve of the worst snow storm the town had ever seen. The people of Ealdor marveled at how a woman alone with a babe could have weathered such a storm.

Uther is no fool. And his Knights visit Ealdor as soon as the snow starts to melt. Trampling the spring flowers as they go.

They find Hunith desperately trying to keep her babes magic a secret. She is young, hardly old enough to be a woman herself, and very alone.

It's not enough though, the Knights find Merlin out. See him gleefully making the sparks from the fire dance. His small eyes flashing an incriminating gold.

Hunith expects to be burned in town under the watchful, terrified eyes of everyone she's ever known.

Instead they are dragged to Camelot.

The king asks Hunith if she has ever heard the tales of Emrys and The Once and Future King. A tale of sorcery and destiny and baseless hope.

She has not.

But she knows of the young motherless prince, and the weight a title like Emrys brings. She's scared for her child and for a second almost wishes they had burned.

The king makes a decision. The child will live. A gift like that can be harnessed he rationalizes, why throw away such a powerful weapon.

The prophecy has two parts he figures, in a logic Huntih knows had to come from Gaius. A man she calls uncle, who won't meet her eyes.

The first is that The Once and Future King, a title that appeals to Uther, will unite all of Albion with the help of the most powerful sorcerer in the land.

The second is that Emrys will save his people, bringing magic back to the land.

They can perform a spell to bind Merlin to his destiny, a part of his destiny. The part that suites Uther. A one way road.

Hunith watches as Gaius performs the spell. Merlin giggles as Gaius prepares, reaching for the old man's hair with his small fist.

She dreads what this will mean for him. What the mad king will ask of her son.

And when the spell is done. She weeps.

It's 25 years later when Geoffrey approaches Arthur, king now in his own right, and says something that

"Perhaps" Geoffrey admits "I should have told you boys years ago"

[dorlilymylovesss]

Lily Evans didn't have to wash the blood off her hands that night, but she did have to wash the burning odor from her clothes, which seemed to soak even her own insides. She wrinkled her nose and grabbed her red silk shirt by the sleeves to dip them in the milky, powdery water.

After a few more of those motions, she squeezed the garment and tossed it into the corner of the tub, not bothering to shake out the water completely.

Drying her hands she headed back into the small dark room that looked more like a prison without bars.

Lily leaned against the back of the couch, feeling the rough fabric digging into her skin through her thin nightgown. The familiar crackle of old springs sounded like a reminder of where she was now and how much she wanted to go home.

Lily closed her eyes, trying to squeeze the events of the night out of her mind, but they immediately surfaced in front of her, as if there was nothing but memories in the deafening darkness. The flames - bright, ravenous, bursting out of the window, black smoke billowing upward, and her, kneeling, watching the ashes settle to the ground like black snowflakes.

It seemed to her that the more she rubbed it into her memory, the sooner the pain would subside, but every time she returned to those images, Lily felt something akin to anger flare up in her chest. It wasn't just anger at those who had started all this chaos, not anger at injustice or at her own powerlessness. It was rage at herself, at her helplessness.

She ran her hand over her face, feeling tears rolling down her cheeks that she hadn't even noticed. Tears that had seemed so unattainable for a long time, and now they were finally released.

"I can't take it anymore," Lily whispered into the void, hoping that maybe if she said those words out loud, they would have the power to change something in this world where she didn't have to kill people for her own safety.

As if on automatic, she got up from the couch, headed to the bathroom again, and mindlessly began rubbing the same shirt she'd already washed a few minutes ago. The soap foamed between her fingers, and she kept rubbing, as if trying to wipe away not only the dirt, but all the horror that lingered in her soul. She repeated it over and over again, as if in a trance, until she finally stopped, feeling her fingers freezing from the water and her wrists aching from the strain.

"Love," James hugged her from behind snuggling his nose into her red curls.

Lily flinched, not expecting his presence, and froze, not taking her eyes off his whitened hand. She knew it was James by the warmth that spilled down her back, the familiar scent that wrapped her from head to toe, allowing her shoulders to relax at last.

" We've lost everything," Lily whispered, finally breaking the silence. - The house, all of our things... Everything we'd built."

" You didn't lose me," James reminded her, turning her toward him. His dark eyes, reflecting the light from the dim bathroom lamp, seemed deeper than usual, full of determination. "As long as you're here with me, I'm willing to tear those bastards to shreds just to give you the peace of mind you deserve.

"You know they won't stop," Lily looked at him. "They will come again and again until they kill us. James, I'm so afraid of losing you."

James hugged her tighter, letting his arms slide down her waist.

"How long can we live like this, James?" - she asked barely audibly, her voice breaking with the emotions that had built up. - "How long are we going to run and fight? When will it end?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took her hand, frozen and still smelling of soap, and pressed it to his chest, to where his heart beat.

"Just a little longer, my love. It will all be over soon."

"We'll get through this, Lily," James continued confidently. "Now I want you to hear me out. I was going to do this even before those bastards attacked us, but never got the chance, we were constantly on missions."

Lily blinked incomprehensibly, feeling him suddenly drop to one knee, still holding her hand. "James, what are you...?"

"Lily Evans," he inhaled deeply, obviously choosing his words, "When I first saw you in the Hogwarts corridor, it was like I was electrocuted. I think that was the first time I realized what love was. Yes, we lost a lot today, but you the only thing I can't lose"

Lily stood, paralyzed, feeling the tears come to her eyes again. "James, you..."

"Let me finish," he smiled gently "Lily, marry me. I want to spend every day of my life with you, to wake up and smell your citrus shampoo, kiss your smile, stroke your freckled shoulders, and love, love you until the day I die."

There was absolute silence in the room for a second.

"You're crazy," she whispered through her tears, but the corners of her lips trembled in a barely perceptible smile. "This is absolutely the wrong time to propose, Potter."

"It is the perfect time," he replied stubbornly, rising to his feet and hugging her as tightly as if he was afraid she would disappear.

Lily laughed through her tears, snuggling her face into his chest, feeling her own heart beating frantically . "Yes," she whispered, lifting her gaze to his face. "Yes, James, I will marry you."

Their faces were only a few centimeters apart, and she could feel his breath touching her cheeks.

"You said 'yes'," he whispered, as if he himself couldn't quite believe it had actually happened.

It didn't take James long to realize it. He took a step forward, brushing her disheveled red strands away from her face, his fingers trembling faintly.

Their lips finally met in a tender kiss. Lily felt his hands gently rest on her waist, pulling her closer.

Their kiss grew deeper and deeper, turning their feelings into one big hurricane.

As their mouths melded together, the world around them ceased to exist. All that mattered was the feel of each other's lips, the taste of longing and sweetness.

For a moment, all problems, fears, pain and worries disappeared. There was no burning house, no threat of death - just the two of them, their kiss, their embrace, their breath mingling with each other. Lily felt the hot tears flowing down her cheeks again, but this time they weren't from pain, but from something else. From relief. From happiness.

When they finally pulled away from each other, both breathing heavily, James looked up at her, still holding her face in his hands, and said quietly: "I love you so much"

"I hope our children don't inherit your sight, problems" Lily said suddenly with a smile and felt lightness fill her heart again as she looked at her fiancé's surprised face. Fiancé...How nice that sounded

James raised his eyebrows, pretending to be offended. "Lily Potter, actually your future husband is a professional Quidditch player."

"James, just because you played on the school Quidditch team doesn't make you a professional," she continued, rolling her eyes"

James raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I was a great Quidditch player'. And actually our kids will inherit my intelligence and your beauty."

"You probably mean my intelligence and my beauty?"

James laughed, his laughter was like a balm to her tired soul.

"Of course that's what I meant, my love."

"I can't believe we're getting married before Sirius and Remus."

"Potter, if you proposed just to piss Sirius off, I'll chop your head off and make myself a widow."

"Don't worry, I've been preparing my speech since first year when you sat next to me in potions class" James laughed, hugging her. "I wouldn't want to end up without a head, that sounds pretty painful. I was just thinking that if Sirius found out we got married before he did, he'd be beyond furious."

[lidiasloca]

can i request a funny drabble? one with nyx being friends with reader for and she finally meets feyre and rhysand and she whispers to him,

” i see where you get your looks from, your mom and dad are dilfs snd milfs ”

and anytime they’re out she always kind of flirts with feyre and says hi ms archereon with a smile.

meeting the high lord and high lady

nyx x reader - rhys x reader - feyre x reader

fluff

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you knew who your best friend’s parents were. of course you knew. it was, in a way, the reason why you had become friends. 

on the first day at the training camp, you saw him there, alone, no one brave enough to speak to the high lord and lady’s only son. 

but you couldn’t have cared less when the most powerful boy in the camp set eyes on you and asked if he could borrow your wooden sword, having lost his. his words were soft, and his eyes so timid – you instantly knew you’d be great friends.

and you are now. such good friends that he finally asked you to meet his parents. it was no big deal meeting your friend’s parents – unless they were none other than the high lords of your court.

so, you were very, very nervous. 

“alright, i’m going to knock now, okay?” nyx asked, holding his hand up. “calm down.”

“i am calm.” you clearly were not. 

his lips formed a thin line, obviously holding back a remark. then, he finally knocked.

and – oh gods.

you could almost hear your friend’s words echo in your head. “act normal, stupid.”

but how could you? in front of you stood a literal goddess. no, it was beauty in the form of a female.

“hi! you must be y/n.” she smiled, and you felt like swooning. “i’m feyre. nice to meet you.”

“you are so beautiful,” you found yourself whispering.

her smile turned into a surprised beam, and from the corner of your eye, you saw the mortification of her son.

“thank you, love. you’re a beauty yourself.”

you chuckled nervously, almost ready to jump into her arms.

was it crazy to propose to her on your knees right there in front of nyx?

“let’s get inside, for fuck’s sake,” he grumbled in irritation. your best friend had told you how he always had to endure people drooling over his parents, and now you understood why.

“language,” feyre warned, and it was the most beautiful threat you had ever heard someone sing. gods – you had to play it cooler than this.

“could you behave, y/n?” he whisper-yelled as you followed feyre into the house.

you gave him a nod, accompanied by a cheeky grin that told him you were no longer nervous, just excited to spend the whole dinner watching his beautiful mother. by the way his sharp eyes glared at you, you knew he was not happy about it.

“rhys! they’re here!”

“coming,” a masculine voice called from somewhere far off. if the male was half as beautiful as his raspy voice, you knew you were really going to swoon.

you almost had to catch yourself when the high lord appeared through the door. “oh, gods.”

nyx elbowed you hard, but you couldn’t care less as the male smiled at you. “i’m rhysand. and you are?”

you couldn’t form any words, but the cauldron gifted you with feyre’s enchanting voice to help. “she’s y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeated, and it sounded heavenly. “great to meet you.”

“is dinner ready?” nyx cut in, clearly tired of this.

“yes, it is,” rhysand responded, his sharp eyes telling his son to act nicer. “and i hope you don’t mind,” he continued, now looking at you, “a friend is coming over to dine with us.”

“uncle cassian?” your friend asked.

“not exactly,” another voice you didn’t recognize answered. and – what a voice...

“please tell me it’s not azriel – y/n is going to swoon,” nyx muttered under his breath, but you heard it perfectly well. in fact, it was the last thing you heard before the most handsome male walked into the room.

“i’m azriel. nice to meet you.”

-Characters by Sarah J Maas

a/n: guys! lizzy mcalpine's "come down soon" is so so great. no, but really, go listen it, bc wow. well, hope you like this fic, if you did, maybe go check my masterlist :))

[vindicated-truth]

On the morning after Minjeong's murder, three things are apparent:

1) Dongsik's antagonism for Joowon by this time is gone, mostly because Dongsik now knows for sure that Joowon isn't the serial killer he first suspected him of in Episode 1, when Joowon was acting strangely when he seemingly recognized Lee Geumhwa's body. Whatever antagonism is left is borne out of Dongsik's desire to know a) what Joowon's culpability is in letting Lee Geumhwa be killed, and b) why Joowon isn't owning up to it.

I realize now too why Dongsik himself is holding back from making haphazard accusations about Joowon—because Dongsik knows exactly what it's like to be wrongfully accused based on too little evidence. He's not going to turn around and do it to Joowon.

But he is doing his best to needle at Joowon because what he wants to know now is—what is Joowon's stake in all this? Is the body, Lee Geumhwa, related to him, and that's why he's seeking justice for her, just like Dongsik is seeking justice for Yuyeon? Does that mean Joowon is someone whose help he can manipulate into enlisting because Joowon knows exactly what it's like to lose a loved one?

Or is Joowon just like his father, out to protect his own privilege and image, and nothing more? Is he just more of an example of the corrupt and power-hungry cops that has continued to fail him and so many other victims, over and over?

2) That shot of Dongsik's sneakers as he was walking to place Minjeong's fingers in front of the grocery store comes right after Jeongje mentioned the night before that Dongsik had been "jogging" in leather shoes.

Again, what's so brilliant about the writing of Beyond Evil is that when you know how to look for it and you know how to listen, every single scene and seemingly casual dialogue has a reason why it's there.

It means that Dongsik had only thought of relocating Minjeong's fingers after Jeongje revealed to him that Joowon was poking around at the General Administration files and had discovered that Lee Yuyeon's and Bang Juseon's files were missing.

Before this point, Dongsik had been lost, not knowing exactly what to do with Minjeong's fingers. In later scenes in later episodes, it was shown that he had kept Minjeong's fingers in his basement while he went to dinner at Jaeyi's, hence why Minjeong's blood was found there.

But as soon as he realized, through Jeongje's revelation, that here is this stubborn Lieutenant that seems strangely determined to solve this case of his sister's, that's somehow related to the mysterious dead body they found together at the reed field, that Dongsik finally, finally felt, after 20 years, a twisted sense of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, this fresh young Lieutenant can do what no one else in the police force would do, not even the Lieutenant’s own father:

Pursue Yuyeon's case.

Because here, now, are two new clues from two new bodies: the mysterious woman from the reed field, and his own beloved Kang Minjeong.

And Joowon seems to be determined to pursue what Dongsik has just then also realized is a serial killer.

If this was a gambling table, this was Dongsik going all in with his bet on Han Joowon.

It's why he decided to place Minjeong's fingers in front of the grocery store, why he deliberately led Joowon to it, why he even deliberately let himself be caught on the dashboard camera on his way to Mount Simju when he was about to plant Lee Geumhwa's phone there.

Because this is the third point:

3) Dongsik had also been deliberately dropping hints to Joowon, as they were walking down from his house towards the grocery store, because he showed Joowon the way to Mount Simju. He quite literally told Joowon: turn right, take the road behind the county office all the way up to the mountain.

He told Joowon all this, because he was counting on the fact that Joowon would follow through with his own investigation.

It makes all the more sense now why Dongsik was smiling when Jung Cheolmun sent Jihwa and Dosoo to arrest him. This was what he wanted Joowon to do: to pursue the case with the stubbornness of the xiezhi Joowon had been so determined to represent.

Because that is exactly what Dongsik wants him to be:

His last remaining hope to ever find Yuyeon—and Yuyeon's murderer.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

unlocked another layer of Dont Make Jokes, cruel to me cruel to me cruel to m

[hella1975]

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

[simplydnp]

don't even worry my power went out so dnp are gonna upload the second my phone runs out of battery (it's at 15% good luck)

anon we appreciate your sacrifice 🙏 😔

[bonyfish]

I have been laid low by an Unknown Tummy Ailment all day day and the power has been out in my house since 4pm how are y'all doing

[coquelicoq]

lost power for five hours last night WHILE sick AND it was dark and i was soooo bored 😩 tried to nap to no avail. had my candles going and was doing a crossword by flashlight but there's only so long before that becomes annoying. so i dug out one of my old i spy books i haven't looked at since childhood and spent like 45 minutes finding all the objects. it actually turned out to be the ideal way to experience that book, because the flashlight beam forced me to focus my attention on small parts of the image at a time. went back to twiddling my thumbs after that but at least it killed 45 minutes.

[found-the-secrets-in-your-eyes]

*coming out to someone* I've loved mcr since like 7th grade omg you should play mama that's one of my favorites

[weareuniqueandimportant]

EH... THAT WAS A PRETTY WORTHLESS 5 HOURS... THE COMMENTS ARE ALL VIRGINS... SOMEONE NUTTED OR SOMETHING THINKING THAT WILL ASSERT SUPERIORITY ON HER OR SOMETHING LOL... ABUSER BIGOT LOSER CRYING STOP TAKING THE THING THEY TAKE SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY WHILE TAKING THIS VIDEO SERIOUSLY... SHE'S WORTHLESS HERSELF... ONLY OUR FEELINGS MATTER NOTHING ELSE IS RELEVANT... THIS IS SO BORING AND BIGOTED... SHE'S SUPER LAME... HARUMI IS THE VICTIM TBH... THE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE ALL EVIL ALL THE BIGOTED THINGS ABUSER BIGOT LIKE THE SERIES... THEM OR OVERLORD THAT DOESN'T MATTER WHO'S THE ONE MANIPULATING HER... WHICH BTW IS WHAT THE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE DOING... AS IS EVERY SINGLE ABUSER FAN OF THIS EVIL CARTOON... WE WILL WATCH ANOTHER EPISODE ONLY ONCE THEY PUSH THESE LOSERS TO THE SIDE AND SAY THIS STORY ISN'T ABOUT THEM ANYMORE WHILE INTRODUCING SOME LOVELY BRAND NEW MARY SUES THAT REPRESENT EVERYTHING IN A WOMAN SHE CLEARLY DESPISES... SHE'S A MISOGYNIST HERSELF... INFACT A SEXIST BIGOT QUEERPHOBIC BIGOT ABLEIST SANIST PARAPHOBIC RACIST ALL THE BIGOTED THINGS ABUSER BIGOT... I CAN'T BELIEVE THERE'S ITEMPHOBIA TBH... AND THIS ENTIRE MESS WAS ALWAYS DESTINED TO BECOME ONE... THAT'S WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS... CAPITALISM... THE COMPANY... THE WRITERS... THE PEOPLE THAT APPROVED THEM... WHATEVER THEY BASED THIS ON... THEY NEVER CONSIDERED ANY GROUP... THEY NEVER CARED ABOUT ANYONE... THEY DIDN'T PLAN ANYTHING FOR THESE LACKING CHARACTERS AND ONCE THEY ADD THINGS TO THEM THEY JUST KEEP GETTING MORE AND MORE SEXIST... HER FAVORITE SEASON IS ASS HER FAVORITE CHARACTER MOMENTS ARE ASS... TORWARDS THE END OUR EMOTIONS WATCHING WERE MURDERED THEY DIED THEY WERE NO LONGER THERE... WHAT HAPPENED WITH OTHER CAPITALIST CASHGRABS LIKE THOSE MARVEL MOVIES... THAT HAVE NOTHING WOKE ABOUT THEM TBH BESIDES THE BANGER THE MARVELS... A NARRATIVE ABOUT HOW YOU SHOULDN'T CHANGE ANYTHING BECAUSE ABUSER BIGOT DON'T WANT YOU TO...

[born-to-lose]

"No more giving my number out to random people who flirt with me at work" I say as if I'm not going into the next shift with a pen and tissues in my pocket