#okay i am done for tonight or i shall die

[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

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Season one

Chapter Ten - Duel at dawn

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Meanwhile, at the art studio, Benedict was still lingering around. Most of the artists had vacated the room by this point, but Benedict Bridgerton was still present.

"You have great potential." Henry said, coming up beside him.

"It's nothing," Benedict says sharply.

"Though, for such a staunch critic of others, you certainly lack a clear eye for your own work."

Benedict sighs. "It's the lines. Not what they're supposed to be."

"Take the compliment, Bridgerton. There is no expectation or judgement here. You left all of that back in Mayfair. You can feel free to be yourself here... if that's what you should like."

Benedict smiles.

"It's what works for me, at least. And I haven't been dissatisfied with my lines in... well, quite some time."

Benedict chuckles again. "Well, I've done worse, I suppose, really."

"Mm. Fair enough."

"I seem to have enjoyed myself too much this evening." Benedict looks around at the empty room. "I should be on my way."

"As you wish," Henry says nonchalantly. "But know you are welcome back any time for practice or even conversation."

They both chuckle.

♡♡♡

By the time Benedict gets home, Anthony and Daphne are talking very seriously in the hall. He stops and looks at his two siblings.

"What is it?"

Anthony marches over and grabs him by the arm. "You and I need to talk. Daphne, bed."

Anthony drags his brother to his study.

"I will need you to stand as my second," he says after explaining everything to Benedict.

"What if you get yourself killed?" Benedict asks. He wasn't exactly thrilled about what had apparently transpired, but even less so about the thought of losing his brother.

"Then the title and estates will pass to you," Anthony tells him.

Benedict didn't want that.

"And if you kill Hastings?"

"I shall have to leave the country, and you'll be head of the family in every way that matters."

Again, he didn't want that.

Chuckling I the hall draws their attention to the door.

You laugh with Colin as Violet hangs off the both of you. She's clearly been drinking a lot tonight. She can't even walk straight. You've never seen her so uncomposed before.

The door opens behind you, and Anthony and Benedict are standing there.

"You're clearly sover," Colin laughs with his mother.

"And I'm sober enough to know when you're being impertinent." She chuckles. "Good night, dear."

You giggle. Violet waves at you lazily, and you chuckle again at her inability to remain composed.

You turn to see the two brothers still standing there and nudge Colin. He looks at you and then at them. They wave him over.

"Good god. Did someone die?" Colin asks.

You look at Anthony, who glances at you, his sowlnt thank you for helping bring his mother home. Then your gaze shifts to Benedict, who looks at you with a strange expression. You wonder where he's been all evening.

Colin turns to you. "Get home safe, okay?"

You nod, knowing your maid was waiting outside. You watch him walk toward his brothers and then leave.

♡♡♡

You arrive early to the Bridgerton house the next morning. You had snuck out alone. You had hoped to be there early enough before Anthony left to duel the duke.

Unfortunately they had already left.

You had, however, arrived in time to see Daphne and Colin leaving. When Colin saw you he sighed.

"You cannot be serious."

"I am."

Daphne says your name as she looks at you. "You do not have to witness this."

"I want to. As your friend. I will not allow this stupid, and mind I remind you illegal, activity to take place."

Colin sighs and helps you up into his horse. "Hold on."

He spurs the horse on, leading Daphne to the agreed spot. You hold on tight to him as he rides.

All Daphne can think about is Simon.

"Anthont won't... kill him, right?" You ask, watching Daphne ride.

"No. Sound him, surely."

"Good..."

"Are you worried?" He asks.

"Yes. Are you not?"

Colin doesn't answer.

By the time you arrive within diat ne of seeing them, the two are already stood feet apart with their pistols aimed. It's Daphne who rides faster to get between them.

"Stop!"

Anthony fires his pistol as soon as she shouts, the horse his sister's on rears back and Daphne falls to the ground.

"Daphne!" Simon shouts.

"Sister!"

Both men run toward her.

Colin pulls his horse to a stop, and you both climb off, rushing to them. Benedict drops the pistol case and does the same. He doesn't have time to ask why you're here.

"Are you hurt? Tell me!" Simon demands.

"I am perfectly well, no thanks to you idiots," she says, standing up.

"What are you playing at?" Anthony asks.

"Says the man who just shot at me!"

"You just rode into the middle of a duel!"

"I require a moment with the duke," Daphne says softly.

Anthony tries to stop her, but she stops him in return. Benedict pulls Anthony back and says, "make it brief."

Daphne and Simon walk off to talk.

"What are you doing here?" Benedict asks once they're out of ear shot.

"I came to help stop this ridiculous display."

"You could have been hurt," he says.

"No one got hurt, luckily."

Benedict looks a little lost for words. You sigh and look at him and then at Anthony. The eldest looks at you and nods once, softly. His eyes then flick back over to his sister.

"We must resume before someone should find us," Anthony says to the pair.

Simon nods at him.

Daphne watches him walk and then says, "there will be no need to resume."

Everyone turns to look at her.

"The duke and I are to be married."

You look at her and then turn to the duke. You're not sure what they discussed. He stares at her.

The three brothers look between the duke and their sister.

Whatever they discussed, Daphne made up her mind.

When Simon does not speak against her statement, it becomes clear to everyone that the matter is settled.

Now you all just need to get home before someone sees you all.

♡♡♡

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[nightprompts]

&. 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  marvel’s  werewolf  by  night,  directed  by  michael giacchino.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ the known universe, with its heroes and marvels, but what of the darkness? ❜

❛ fifty seven confirmed kills myself. ❜

❛ i can almost smell the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ i like your whole look here with the makeup. it's a killer trademark. ❜

❛ i understand the importance of anonymity in our line of work, but it gets lonely.❜

❛ so, any of these hacked beasties your handiwork? ❜

❛ give me what's mine, i'll leave now. ❜

❛ so many death dealers in one room. ❜

❛ a monster unlike anything you've faced will be released into these sacred grounds. ❜

❛ good luck. i'll be rotting for you. oh, forgive me. graveyard humor. ❜

❛ those who do not survive will be honored appropriately. ❜

❛ for tonight, it is every hunter for themselves. ❜

❛ we spill all blood for the hunt. ❜

❛ there is no peace without blood, and so it shall be. ❜

❛ i suggest we just pass each other by. ❜

❛ death is coming for you, lassie! ❜

❛ well, of course i was gonna come find you. ❜

❛ you keep saying that you're gonna be careful each time, and here we go again. ❜

❛ you can't keep counting on me to save you. this is the last time. ❜

❛ all you have to do is don’t die. ❜

❛ how’s your night going? ❜

❛ you didn't want to fight before either, did you, running into me? ❜

❛ i'm having a hard time believing you hunted and killed monsters. ❜

❛ well, i'm not that type of hunter. ❜

❛ you know, maybe we can help each other. ❜

❛ ‘cause you're, what, the monster's friend? ❜

❛ all families have something in common. they follow us. for good, for bad. ❜

❛ we could die here. it's an option. it's not my choice, but it's an option.❜

❛ cross me, and i’ll kill you. ❜

❛ you have a lovely name. and your friend is waiting for you. ❜

❛ a monster. masquerading as one of our own. ❜

❛ you freed a monster with a monster? ❜

❛ i can't wait to find out what breed of evil you are. ❜

❛ until you rip my throat out, i suppose i’m fine. ❜

❛ yeah, i know, i'm an idiot. i know. but i'm also a human. ❜

❛ i'm also a human. perhaps not in the category that you would call a human a human. ❜

❛ you see, i've got systems to manage the hurt i could cause... ❜

❛ just stay away from me until you can't. ❜

❛ i would never hurt you or hurt any one of them. ❜

❛ any hunting that i do is done by a part of me that is not me. and that’s not the part you’re with right now. ❜

❛ the next full moon is in five days. we have plenty of time to figure something out. ❜

❛ i shouldn't have asked for your help. ❜

❛ i need you to look at me. okay? do not break eye contact, no matter what.❜

❛ i need to remember you. ❜

❛ just kill me as i am. otherwise there will be no mercy, i promise. ❜

❛ once this is over, you'll notice my hands are clean. his? not so much. ❜

❛ [name], you still in there? ❜

❛ man, i cannot think of food right now. ❜

❛ let’s do sushi. i owe you that. ❜

[tansyuduri]

Heathers Songs Merlin Version!

Okay so I first posted these in this post but I decided they needed their own post. (I linked videos in the song above) SO! I SAY NO (Arthur and Uther Version) ARTHUR:

You are a drug. You are a poison’d cup

I've got to show my feeling now and stand up.

I craved the love. When you would keep me close.

But you will not be satisfied until I overdose

This is it. For their sake. I am finally awake!

Let me be. Let me go

You need help. I can't provide. I am not qualified

This future king is coming clean. I say no

UTHER:

Arthur , they are-

ATRHUR:

No, no, no, no. Don't say a word

You speak and I cave in. You'll twist the truth again

And drill deep down beneath my skin

You said it was for her. And I believed in you

But you're still using ust o justify the harm you do

This is it. What you make. Call it all my mistake

Long as you let me go

You need help. I can't provide

I'm not here to stand beside

It's not too late, I'm fighting fate

I say no!

Blame her loss. Blame being sad. Blame the life we never had

But hurting people. That's your choice, my king.

'Cause I believe that love will win

And hate will earn you nothing in the end

This is the end

UTHER:

But I love you

ARTHUR:

Father!

This is it. I won't cry. Starting now. I will try

To pay back all the karma I owe

Start again, help those two. Far from people like you

So goodbye 'cause now I. I say no.

Just in time, I say no

Somehow I'm saying no

Just say no

I say no No!

__________________________________________________________ DEAD GIRL WALKING (Merlin and Arthur Version)

MERLIN: The evil king of the kingdom has decreed it.

He says Monday, in the morning, I will be deleted

They'll hunt me down in every hall.

Burn me alive until I fall.

30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?

I don't have to stay and die like cattle.

I could change my name and avoid that last death rattle.

But I can't just leave all my freinds.

Wait, here's an option with better ends.

Spend these 30 hours gettin' freaky, yeah.

I need it hard I'm a dead man walking.

I'm in your yard I'm a dead man walking.

Before they grab me from the stock.

I'm magicin' off your window lock.

Got no time to knock, I'm a dead man walking.

ARTHUR: Merlin? You Idiot, What are you doing in my room?

MERLIN: Shh...

Sorry, but I really had to wake you.

See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you.

'Cause Uther says I got to go.

I'm drunk and here to let you know:

Shut your mouth and lose them night clothings.

Come on, tonight I'm yours.

I'm your dead Man walking.

Get on all fours.

Kiss this dead MAN walking.

Let's go, you know the drill. I'm done waiting. I've had my fill .

Bow down to the will of a dead man walking.

And you know, you know, you know

It's 'cause you're beautiful.

You say you're numb inside But I can't agree.

So the world's unfair. Keep it locked out there.

In here it's beautiful

Let's make this beautiful.

ARTHUR : Uh... That works for me,

MERLIN: Yeah, Lets go ahead

Take this dead man walking.

Let's break the bed. Rock this dead Man walking.

No sleep tonight for you.

Better Kiss me right down there.

Take me by the rear.

Make this whole town disappear.

Slap me, pull my hair, Touch me there and there and there

And no more talking.

Love this dead Man walking.

Love this dead Man walking

Love this Dead Man walking.

BOTH: Yeah, yeah, yeah Ow, yeah.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- SEVENTEEN (Gwen and Morgana version)

GWEN:

Fine! You're “damaged” Really “damaged” But that does not make you “wise”

Fine you're “special”, Fine you're “different” But we don’t choose who lives or dies.

Let’s be normal, watch bad jesters. sneak a picnic and watch the sky.

We’ll bake sweet things or go riding.

Don’t you want a life with me?

Can’t we be as a team?

That’s all I want to do.

If you could let me in I could be good with you.

People hurt us

MORGANA: Or they hate us

GWEN: And you’re right, thats full of woe But we let go—

MORGANA: Take a deep breath

GWEN: Then go buy some special clothes We'll go camping—

MORGANA: Work together

GWEN: And convince Arthur to hear us out Maybe moon light

MORGANA: Maybe dancing

GWEN: Don't stop looking in my eyes

MORGANA: Your eyes

BOTH: Can't we be as a team.

Is that so hard to do?

If you could let me in. I could be good with you.

Let us be as a team. If we still got the right.

GWEN: So what’s it gonna be? I wanna be with you

MORGANA: I wanna be with you

GWEN: Wanna be with you

BOTH: Tonight

GWEN: Yeah you've been damaged

MORGANA: Badly damaged

GWEN: But your love’s too good to lose

MORGANA: Hold me tighter

GWEN: Even closer

Morgana: I’ll stay if I’m what you choose. Can't we be as a team.

BOTH: If I am what you choose

MORGANA: If change how I fight

GWEN: ‘Cause you’re the one I choose

MORGANA: You’re the one I choose

BOTH: You’re the one I choose

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Harvey, Kayleigh and Carson take dinner to Reece and Samir. Carson has his first lot of exams and takes a trip with Kayleigh.

Harvey: Did you avoid detention today

Carson: Yeah dad, that’s why I’m home already

Harvey: Very good. Now we don’t have much time so do anything you need to do quickly

Carson: What do you mean

Harvey: Keira and Marta will be having the house for a few hours tonight

Carson: And we will be…

Harvey: Oh, you know… visiting Reece for dinner

Carson: Dad what? No

Harvey: I’m making a meat pie especially. Reece says Samir likes meat

Carson: Why couldn’t we go to Charlie’s instead

Harvey: Your mum wants to check on if they’ve used the money we gave them for Reece’s birthday

Carson: Well I hope you enjoy watching me die of boredom and irritation

Harvey: Carson please try to remember it’s your brother’s house, it’s not wise to pick fights in another person’s home

Kayleigh: Is the pie all done

Harvey: Almost, I just want to get the crust perfect

Carson: Mum I don’t want to go

Kayleigh: Carson in life there are things we may not want to do, but we should do. This is one

Carson: *sighs dramatically*

Kayleigh: Oh honey these counters look great, and I’m so glad you got an oven

Reece: Yeah it took a bit of connecting but it seems to be working now

Carson: *sarcastically* Yipee for you

Samir: *through food* Don't be rude

Reece: It’s alright Samir, you know Carson can’t help being an annoying git

Kayleigh: Reece-

Carson: No don’t stop him mum. Lets hear more about how I’m failing in my life compared to the shining example he’s setting running away to a cabin in the woods

Reece: I haven’t run away from anything

Carson: Yes because you’re knee deep in university work befitting your “genius”

Samir: *growls then fake coughs*

Reece: For your information I have applied to universities and I’m waiting to hear back

Carson: I bet you don’t even have a recycling bin

Reece: No Carson, we don't have a recycling bin. We like to burn our trash, letting large clouds of pollution out into the woods I’ve run away to

Carson: Did that just to spite my asthma did you

Reece: I didn’t even know you had asthma

Harvey: Boys! We should switch topics

Reece: Yes, lets. I would love to hear how you both knew to buy Samir a violin for my birthday

Kayleigh: Carson heard him telling you about it

Reece: I knew it!

Kayleigh: What do you mean honey

Reece: Samir and I have only talked about him playing the violin when he was a kid when we were out of the house on a date

Samir: *through food* It’s true

Reece: So, Carson, you could only have known from reading my diary

Carson: Thought all that up by yourself did you? Wow, guess you really are a genius

Samir: *growls*

Carson: The hell

Samir: *fake coughs* bad throat

With Carson feeling ashamed at being caught reading Reece’s diary again he stays quiet for the rest of the meal which goes much more smoothly.

With dinner finished Reece blows Samir a kiss as he heads off to relax in a bath where he doesn’t have to talk to anyone.

Reece: So you have asthma

Carson: Yes, go ahead and laugh

Reece: Bro I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re born with, that’s just rude. Like have I ever made fun of you needing glasses

Carson: Well no

Reece: Exactly! Now come give me a hug you budget pirate. And in all sincerity maybe try therapy for your angry obsession with me

Carson: I am NOT obsessed

Carson: Do you think I need therapy

Keira: I think we all need therapy

Carson: I’m being serious

Keira: I don’t know what goes on in your head

The next day dawns and Kayleigh, having reached 60, is starting to show some grey.

Kayleigh: Goodbye completely brunette hair, I shall miss you

Harvey: I think the silver roots are nice

Kayleigh: Guess I better switch up my wardrobe so I don’t wear short shorts anymore

Harvey: I vote for short shorts at any age

Kayleigh: I just really like my thigh tattoo, I don’t want it covered all the time

Keira: You okay dad

Harvey: Not really, I’ve got sweaty shivers

Keira: Take the day of work then

Harvey: Maybe I should

Carson heads downstairs. He couldn’t get to sleep last night, worrying about what Reece had said. He certainly wasn’t obsessed with Reece but sometimes he felt a bit… different. He’s a recycle disciple, he wants to search through trash but… lately he has felt the need to wash extra thoroughly afterwards.

Carson: Hey dad

Harvey: *groggily* yes sir

Carson: Maybe I should go to a psychiatrist or something

Harvey: Hmm. It’s not that I don’t want to have this conversation, it’s that the room is spinning… I’m sure mum can take you after school if you want though

As soon as Carson gets to school he’s hit with a coughing fit thanks to his asthma. It’s not an attack but certainly leaves him feeling worse.

Angel: Hey Carson wait up

Carson: Can’t talk. Heading to gym

Angel: But you almost coughed up a lung back there

Carson: No I didn’t

Carson is full of confidence when he gets to the gym area and runs with his chest out on the treadmill for a while.

With one before school duty done he decides to take the workout machine for a spin.

William: What are you doing

Carson: *puffing* working out

William: Angel said your asthma was acting up

Carson: My asthma doesn’t act up, I make sure. I’m fine now

William: Well you’d better hurry up. Exams start soon and I’m sure my older brother won’t have managed to screw with the printing of two sets of exams in a row

Carson: Right I just need a shower first

Mrs T: Come in everyone. Please take your seats, we will begin soon

Onyx: Can we end soon as well

Darwin: I know! I totally forgot Fridays were exam day

Mrs T: You will all have one hour to write down your answers. Remember, if you don’t know an answer, you can always skip it and return to it once you’ve reached the end

Darwin: Can I skip the whole thing

Mrs T: No Darwin, you can’t. Although if you’d like Mr Amarinth to observe another of our classes to make sure we’re learning feel free

The whole class groans in response.

Paola: Don’t you dare Darwin, I’m this close to getting a detention from that guy

Darwin: Suits me

Amie: Don’t be an idiot, just shut up and do your paper

Mrs T: We will begin when the second hand reaches the 12

Carson did his best to write some answers but still being new to the subjects made him uneasy. He found himself tapping his pencil so often that his paper ended up resembling a dalmatian with 101 spots.

Darwin: You all right dude? Your paper was a mess

Carson: How would you know

Darwin: You were the only person in front of me

Carson: So you looked at my paper

Darwin: I would have studied but I forgot exams were Fridays

Carson: I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine

William: You seem stressed though

Carson: Have you seen Onyx

William: Yeah I think they headed to the next exam room already

...

Carson: What are you doing in here

Onyx: Hoping to learn by osmosis before the exam starts. Mother is not pleased at me getting that detention. I just want a horse man

For the afternoon exam Mrs Tinker puts her headphones on so the students take the opportunity to whisper quietly as they make their way through the paper.

Carson: You don’t think it’s too weird do you

Onyx: Nah. If you think you’ve got an issue it’s surely better to get it checked on sooner rather than later or you’ll end up a twisted adult

Carson: Thank you, I think

Onyx: Anytime mate

Darwin: Amie move your shoulder

Amie: Do your own work

Mrs T: *still wearing headphones* 1 minute left

William: Wait did she even do the 10-minute call or did I miss it

Onyx: Oh hey Carson, we should all get dinner tonight after your appointment

Carson: Yeah… after my appointment

Onyx: I’ll be thinking of you buddy

Before Carson heads home he returns some books to the school library and grabs some new ones.

William: Carson!

Carson: Hmm?

William: Don’t worry about the appointment, you’ll be great

Carson: Thanks mate

Kayleigh: Just remember honey, the most important thing here is to be honest

Carson: Uh huh

Kayleigh: Come sit. Even if you think it’ll upset me or your dad, you tell them okay

Carson: I will try mum

Kayleigh: At least this place seems nice right

Carson: Yeah I guess

Kayleigh: I must ask who did that mural, it’s wonderful

Carson: Yeah

?: Carson Foster?

Carson: Yes

Dr H: I’m Dr Xander Hanks, I’m the psychiatrist here. It’s nice to meet you

Carson: Yeah. Nice to… meet you

Dr H: And I see you’ve brought a support person today

Carson: It’s my mum

Kayleigh: I’m Kayleigh Foster

Dr H: A pleasure. If you’ll follow me we can sit down and get introduced properly

Dr H: Let me tell you a bit about myself. Following medical school I did my first internship at Britechester's main hospital. After that I completed my training as a psychiatric resident at the hospital in Magnolia Promenade. My specialisation is adolescent health. However I have treated younger patients and continued to see some of the older teen patients until they’re ready for discharge

Carson: That’s… nice?

Dr H: So Carson, want to tell me my why you’ve come to see me today

Carson: I don’t really know

Dr H: That’s okay. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?

Carson: Well I’m 14. Ahhh… I guess I care about the environment, I like art and archaeology. I don’t really know what else

Dr H: How about your family? Can you tell me a bit about them? Your mother is obviously well known

Carson: *chuckles* yes, best artist around

Kayleigh: I dabble

Carson: Then there’s dad, he’s a fisherman and a great cook

Dr H: Do you cook with him

Carson: Not really but we would go fishing together sometimes when I was a kid

Dr H: And how about siblings or pets

Carson: I’m the youngest of four. My oldest sister Charlie is a pro soccer player, she lives in Mt Komorebi now with her wife Kaori who is getting well known for snowboarding

Dr H: Kaori Nishidake? I have heard of her

Carson: Yeah she’s pretty great at it. Then there’s Keira who just finished her biology degree. She and her fiancé Marta are staying with us at the moment but they’ll be moving to San Sequoia so Keira can get a job at the Marine Life Institute

Dr H: Any others

Carson: *sighs* well yeah there’s Reece my older brother

Dr H: Why did you sigh just now

Carson: Me and Reece… we don’t get on

Dr H: How much older is he than you

Kayleigh: He’s just turned 19 so five years difference

Dr H: Have you always had disagreements or is this a recent change

Carson: I don’t really remember

Kayleigh: They did argue a lot over the years. It’s not been a recent fall out or anything

Dr H: And how about pets? Do you have any

Carson: *laughs* No which is good because I found out I have asthma

Dr H: Oh? When did they figure that out

Carson: When I turned 13

Dr H: And how are you coping with that diagnosis

Carson:…

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[acourtofquestions]

Empire of Storms Chapter 11 spoilers via reaction / vent:

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF YOUR STILL READING I AM GOING TO START SPOILING THE CHAPTER (not the book… I think?) AFTER THIS FINAL PREFACE

*spoiler preface for myself; please do not tell me what happens next* this is a reacting vent😅😂

— please excuse me while I scream in Wivern for a moment — no one I know reads these books, I’m an insomniac who tends to read before I go to sleep & now I am wide awake & losing it😂🤣 hence HI TUMBLR! … now—

—NO NO NO NO NO NO NO AGHHH AHHHH AH NO AHSBDHEALANSHDEJWKANSBSHDOWLWNW🤦‍♀️

“Your Second, Asterin Blackbeak, shall pay the blood debt between our clans. She dies at sunrise tomorrow.”

ASTERIN?

Of all of them WHY — WHY SARAH — would you pick ASTERIN?! (What makes you think I can handle that!?) NOT ASTERIN; not WILD, TRUE, FIERCE, LOVING, BEAUTIFUL, BRAVE, HILARIOUS, RESILIENT, (ONE OF MY FAVORITES — ON MY DO NOT KILL LIST — ASTERIN?!?) SHE IS THE HEART OF THE BLACKBEAKS!🖤… If Manon is the hope Asterin is the heart (that’s what I’ve been going by)!!! Even just from a practical level; yall Manon was a MESS without her second (& that was literally a book ago… just last week😅) & this was when Asterin was still her third!! None of us are equipped for this; NOT EVEN MANON; if Manon Blackbeak can’t handle it there is no way I can! — Why can’t the old Blackbeak bitch just die already🤦‍♀️ ; let Petrah & Manon take over, & be done with this madness already! Bye bye Iskrah! Hello, semi-humane not psychopaths w cute dragons!😊😅😅🙃

… Oh, this better not happen… why would you even make me think it’s possible (she’s supposed to be immortal😫), why would anyone even consider scaring me like that?? Like okay, I know “it’s a book” and “characters are gonna die” but NOT ASTERIN OKAY?! I have a list of things I need from this book & this is not on there! … it’s gonna be a 13 revolt then right👊?- -RIGHT?!? … yeah, it’ll be fine🤪 cause um there’s just no way. I refuse. Nope! 13 bb’s r off limits!!

CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE: Aelin, Rowan, Lysandra, Fleetfoot (I legit googled that one during CoM to make sure she lives forever & ever—thankfully it appears I am right!) Evangeline (the 2nd time I broke my spoiler google rule; thankfully she’s also safe) Aedion, Dorian, Manon, ASTERIN, Abraxos, Yrene (I know we haven’t technically met her but I read TAB & already love her okay?), Sam (YEAH I KNOW—from day 1 I knew that he dies but GUESS WHAT— HES STILL ON THE LIST OF CHARACTERS YOU CAN’T KILL; I get it for plot & ships… but also I’m still in denial… I still miss him too😭) even Chaol (sweet idiot Chaol is NOT allowed to die, not after he’s done better, not after EVERHTHING!) Not after Sorscha, Not after Sam, DONT YOU DARE DO Empire of Storms!!!!!!!!!! Not my 13! Not the kickass group of besties! No, how about we pull an ACOTAR & none of the main characters “actually” die? Huh, how’s that sound?! JUST NOT LIKE THIS OKAY OKAY!!!

Goodness… How am I supposed to sleep tonight??? Waiting to see if Asterin survives the morning?!? …

I need to find a better pre-bed book😂😅🤣… & maybe another therapist if characters start dropping like flies😅😂 … OH GODS SHE BETTER NOT!!! …

And now we’re switching perspectives? — Most books I get annoyed & only like a few “the most” so I don’t wanna switch perspectives when I’m worried about my character… the good “problem” with these books are I LIKE EVERY CHARACTER thus enjoy every chapter & also AM CONSTANTLY ON CLIFFHANGERS! I’m at my wits end between; Rowan going on his “I’m not a worthy prince blah blah blah” bullshit, Aelin just slowly collapsing inside because of stupid old men politics, Elide teaming up with Lorcan (& whatever the hell is hunting them freaking me out), bb Evangeline & Fleetfoot having to say a TEMPORARY goodbye (still broke my heart💔), not knowing wtf Chaol & Nesryn are, Dorian almost dying every .5 seconds, & Manon 99% of the time but NOW ASTERIN… how is this chapter 11??? This feels like chapter 70 shit… HOW BAD IS CHAPTER 70 GONNA BE FOR IT TO ALREADY BE LIKE THIS… I miss the days of Rowaelin reuniting in Rifthold🥹… Remember when Dorian used to bring Celaena puppies & candy & the biggest issue was sneaking into a ball🥺

Well on that note time to go binge read or be responsible & sleep… hopefully Asterin DOES NOT DIE!!! But I’m sure I’ll be cliffhanger ramped spamming anyways😂🤣

[mlmxreader]

Hiya!!! Hope you're doing well! JASPER WITH HIS LITTLE COLLAR AND TAG!!! BAT DOG 🦇🐕 😭😭😭😭! Adorable. Adorable!! Tattoo do be poppin' and them cowboy boots ..... okay, okay, I see you. They also look stellar by the way.

Haven't had a chance to look at our boy Delaney but that snippet 👀👀👀 oof.... things indeed escalated quickly.... how very interesting 😏😏😏. BUT YOU WITH THESE CHARACTERS AND THEIR SLUTTLY LITTLE BUTTON POPS AND SHIRTS JUST HAPPENING TO COME OFF?!?!? SIR... sir.... please ... PLEASEEEE have mercy on thine souls 🫠🫠🫠

Alright, now that I've gotten that out, let's get into it.

Just The Sunshine | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

Ohhohoho.... honey, it ain't the sun that's got 'em all hot an' bothered like that. Don't know how much help that umbrella is gonna be there, Bobby boy 😂. Awe, but they cute, they cute as hell: looking at him like it's their first date.... fuckin' gush.

The Flirting Game | Eames x gn!reader

“Darling-”

“Just fucking leave it, alright?!” You snapped, pushing him away from you before storming off to the bedroom. 

🥺🥺🥺

Cobbs, FUCK OFF!! But they confessed! They both confessed and now the two of THEM can go on a date. Let's go!!

Our Little Game | Bane x gn!reader

“I’m watching something,” you told him with a shake of your head. “I’ve been dying to watch it for over a year, so please, fuck off, my love.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Very lovingly, and don't forget that you are the light of my life, but kindly get the fuck out.

“Oh no, I’ve been caught,” you laughed, sarcasm would only make things worse. “What ever shall I do? Surrender to the big, bad man who broke the Bat’s back?”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 This little shit!!! OMG this was literally everything I hoped for and more. Absolutely living for the sassy reader and Bane pairing, let me tell you!

My Robin Redbreast | Bane x gn!reader

MANS JUST WANTED TO GET THEM THEIR FAVORITE DRINK AND FOR IT TO BE A SURPRISE!!!!

"And yet, all Heaven is still in a rage. And will be, until Gotham and its people are free of corruption and greed. There are thousands of robin redbreasts just like you, my beloved.”

🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'm not crying, YOU are.... that's bloody beautiful. Both of them working tirelessly so that those who have been pushed to the margins, stepped over, forgotten, may once again have a voice and the remember their own power. And that little requirement of their's.... HIS Robin.... I'm gone 😢😢. They’re like, Imma put that ring on him.

Lucky Sergeant | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

You sighed, breath shaky as you thought about it. “If we’re both gonna die… fuck it. We die together.”

Alfie grinned as he nodded. “That’s my boy. There’s the scrappy cunt I knew back home.”

“Just do not let me die here,” you told him. “Let me die in your arms. And only your arms.”

🥹🥹🥹🥹 Oh fuckin' hell. Either would do anything to ensure the other got out of this and I'm not crying you bloody are... holy fuck 😭😭😭.

The worst part was that you knew he would have done the same, too. 

Oh, the weight of this and especially that they're together now, you know these two bastards are gonna make sure the other makes it out, even if it means sacrificing themself to do it.

Missus Solomons mention!!! My beloved ♥️! And their little reunion 😍😍😍 we got caught last time. Babes.... mans is the cunt in charge now so you lot kiss away!!!!

Broken Soldiers | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

“I ain’t gettin’ any fuckin’ rest unless you come with me,” he told you plainly. “Fuck sleep. If you’re stayin’ up, so am I.”

“Not tonight, Sir,” you chuckled. “Too tired for it.”

Okay. I love these two (I know I literally say that about every pairing but holy shit, I love these two). The level of care and understanding between them. He doesn't need to ask where Alfie was, doesn't need the man the utter the words, intuitively, he knows. Just from his mannerisms, the way he carries himself, and he doesn't need to ask Alfie why he's injured because he already knows that. That type of understanding and familiarity coming from a life time of being at each other's side, of always being there for the other, regardless of who was in the lead or not.... I just... I really love them.

Poor man and Alfie trying to everything in his power to help him, his plea, "you can talk to me about it, you know." And reader knowing that he can, Alfie also understanding that if he needs to, he'll talk to him but until then, he'll continue to be his biggest support and provide him with whatever he needs 🖤🖤. They'll always protect the other, there's no question about it.... fuck... that's beautiful.

Thank you, thank you for writing these! I loved them as always and shit did I really need them. Thank you again and til next time, my friend! Stay safe, as well as you can be and we'll speak soon!!!

Much love 🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

Good evening!!! I’ve been okay, except this heatwave is killing me lmfao I’m fucking dying, it’s too hot, I can’t lie 😭Jasper’s little Batman getup…. he does REALLY suit it tbf - it’s like, his Thing now. he’s a Batman dog!! that’s his thing!!! and thank you!! so far, the healing process hasn’t been too bad - it’s been a lot easier bc my artist said I can air it out and that (as long as I keep it clean, 3-4 washes a day), then I can keep the clingfilm off bc w the heatwave, obviously i’m gonna sweat, so the risk of infection would’ve been that bit higher. so at least i don’t have to do the cling film djkffhgjkhg so so far it’s been alright! thankfully lmao touch wood! the cowboy boots are MEANT to be for work only for when I’m doing stuff on the garden/private land, bc they’re built for that purpose, buuuuuuuut they’re too comfy 😭so I wear em constantly dfkhkgfh it’s just a shame they don’t match my hat bc it’s black but thank you!!

oooh you’re in for a treat next time you check ao3 👀so far, Once We Were Close has 5 chapters (chapter 6 is otw!) 👀👀 and stands at 6073 words atm 👀 it’s a slow burner 👀👀👀 I GOTTA ADD THE SLUTTY BUTTON POPS AND THE SLIGHT BIT OF STRIPPING, IT MAKES FOR GREAT ENTERTAINMENT DJKFHGHFKJGFGHJFHK like MCD, it’s a niche of mine 

ALRIGHT, LET’S GO!!!

Just The Sunshine

Bob assuming it’s the heat……. suuuure it is, buddy. sure. of course. it’s definitely not bc you’re shirtless and all sweaty. nope. what an idiot (affectionate), he’s so oblivious to the fact that his s/o’s gettin all worked up over him, just thinking it’s the heat and nothing else - bless. that umbrella definitely ain’t gonna help, BUT MAYBE IF BOB WASN’T A SLUT AND PUT A SHIRT ON- they love him so much, like, every day they fall in love w him a little more and all over again at the same time; just completely head over heels for each other in every sense. Bob wouldn’t even mind if his s/o was honest, like, he’d be flattered ofc and he’d get all blushy and giggly about it, but he’d enjoy it bc he knows he would do EXACTLY THE SAME and has done before.

The Flirting Game

Eames is going through literal turmoil over it, but he still can’t help but to be RIGHT THERE at the reader’s side, even if they might not want him to be there to begin with; he loves them!!! he really does, bc he KNOWS them!! and the reader loves Eames for the exact same reason: to be known, is to be loved.

Our Little Game

they’re so fucking cheeky and the worst part is they KNOW they can get away w it bc Bane lets them every single fucking time. big guy has a massive soft spot for one (1) person and it’s fucking obvious. they’re fucking terrible to him fdkjhgkhfkgh an absolute nightmare, they’re gonna put him in an early grave (not that he’ll complain) if they don’t go careful  but I’m glad it’s what you had hoped for!!!! reader’s snark will DEFINITELY get them in trouble w everyone else (except Harley and Constantine bc they’ll bounce off of each other and have a back and forth thing) and Bane would ABSOLUTELY have to step in bc reader’s big mouth needs to be muzzled 💀

My Robin Redbreast

HE GENUINELY DID, ALL HE WANTED WAS TO SURPRISE THEM!!! HE’S BEING ROMANTIC!!!  communism. that is all fhkhkfhfk communism mixed w William Blake. perfect combo when put w Bane fkghjgh reader is definitely, like, MORE of the Robin Hood type than Bane is; they’re definitely the one who would rob the rich to give to the poor and never even HESITATE to put someone in need above themselves. they’re definitely the type to be more similar to the old fairytale, and Bane knows that, but he doesn’t want to use that AGAINST them, he wants to work it into what he’s already got planned bc he loves them! he wants to make sure that they’re getting what they want, too, even if they have selfless wants! HIS robin redbreast, who HE rescued from the cage…. ofc they’re do what Beyonce said to do!! 

Lucky Sergeant

the deplorable conditions of the trench, they’re enough to break anyone - but the ONLY reason why neither Alfie or Sgt. have broken is bc of the other. wanting to be together, to die together, to either see the end of the war or to see the end of their lives TOGETHER, is the only thing that has stopped them from breaking - bc they’re in a shit position! they’ve seen the horrors - shell shocked children in army uniforms, starvation, disease, having to rob the dead. they’ve seen what happens in the trenches, but they STILL keep fighting to be together bc they NEED to be together - they NEED to see the end of either themselves or the war, together. they’re both in a really shit position tbh, like, they both know that they’re dead men walking bc that’s just the nature of the first world war and the soldiers on the frontlines - they are dead men walking. so their choices are either die together, or live together knowing what the fuck they have been through. and living, unfortunately, isn’t up to them - just popping their head over the trench slightly could get them shot with a sniper’s bullet through the skull. just walking through the trenches could get them both torn to pieces by a grenade, or a shell. their choices are shit, and their position is shit.  MISSUS SOLOMONS <3 <3 everyone’s beloved!! she’s worried sick about her boys, worried if they’ll actually make it home or not, and with all the horror stories she’s hearing, she’s slowly getting less and less hopeful, especially bc Alfie stopped writing (too busy trying to keep everyone alive).  Alfie’s in charge! who the fuck is, realistically, gonna challenge him lmfao 

Broken Soldiers

there’s a lot of stuff that’s unsaid - Alfie and the reader have been through a fucking LOT together, and even Alfie didn’t make it out 100% the same as he did going in. but the reader knows him probably better than anyone else, he knows what Alfie’s thinking, what he’s feeling, just be quickly looking at him. he knows when he’s upset, happy, anxious. it’s in the eyes, the eyes never lie. but he’s more than willing to step up and to look after Alfie, bc Alfie does it for him in return. it’s symbiotic, almost - he helps Alfie, Alfie helps him, and they can’t be without the other bc no one gets the other the way they do. they’ve been through a LOT together, they know each other as well as themselves, and really, no one could ever have that level of emotional and mental intimacy that they do - they’ve been to war together both literally and figuratively.  more than anyone, Alfie understands what it’s like to have blood on his hands; he knows what it’s like to kill and to live with the guilt of not being able to save people. he knows what it’s like to feel ashamed, shunned, guilty and embarrassed for living through the wars when others couldn’t. he knows. but he also wouldn’t force the reader to speak if he didn’t want to - he knows shellshock is a complicated thing, and he’s trying his best to find his footing in terms of helping his bf get through it. he’s trying, genuinely. Alfie loves that guy, and there’s no doubt about it, but they’re so protective of each other that… maybe it’ll turn out to be a bit of an issue sooner or later. 

ANYWAYS!!!

you’re so very welcome!!! I’m done w requests now, so if you do have any more, feel absolutely free to send them - I’ll be around at some point or another to get them done lmao I’m so glad you enjoyed them <3 genuinely <3 and I’m glad they were there when you needed them and hope that they helped!! you’re very welcome, again!! we’ll speak soon, but for now, take care and keep yourself safe and healthy!! 

[lesfeldickbiblestudy]

  Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 2 * PART 3 * BOOK 57 1 John 4:11 – 5:1 Okay, it’s good to see everybody once again and for those of you joining us on television, we’re just going to pick right up where we left off in our last program, which was I John 4:14. And for all of you who come in for these tapings, we appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. And when you see the reruns start in a little while, you’re going to see how small a group we started with over 13 years ago. If we had twelve or fourteen we were thrilled to death! So we’ve come a long ways. Now back to I John chapter 4; we just left off with verse 14, but let’s look at it again. I John 4:14-15 "And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son (and that’s with the emphasis I want that He was) to be the Saviour of the world. 15. Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God." Now, if you were to ask a friend or a loved one, "If you were to die tonight, why do you think God would let you into His Heaven?" And if that loved one would say "Well I believe that Jesus is the Son of God." Would you be satisfied? No. I wouldn’t be. I’d have to say "Now, is that all you believe? Because that’s not enough!" You know I’m reminded - a gentleman was talking to a friend of his who was an old-line deacon. I won’t say what denomination, there’s more than one denomination that uses the term ‘deacon.’ But anyhow, he was speaking with an old friend of his who had been a deacon for years and years and the subject came up and he said, "If you were to die tonight, why do you think you’d go to Heaven?" And the old man said, "Because when I was a kid I confessed my sins, I got baptized, and I joined the church." And my friend said to his friend, "And that’s all?" He said, "Is there more?" Well, he said, "What are you going to do with the death, burial and resurrection of Christ?" And you know what the old man’s response to that was? "What’s that got to do with it?" Now this is an old man who had been a deacon for years and years and years. And that doesn’t surprise me. Not a bit. Because I imagine we’ve got millions of people out there who would probably answer just about the same way. And the same way here. This is why I say that John knows nothing and the Holy Spirit is inspiring him - don’t ever take that away from it. This is just as much inspired of the Holy Spirit as anything Paul or anybody else writes. But, it was not for them yet to reveal that which would be revealed to the Apostle Paul at a different time for us in this age of Grace. And consequently you cannot find then a Gospel of salvation based on the death, burial and resurrection of our Lord in these Jewish epistles. It’s not in here. And this is what I want people to see. John makes it just as plain as language can make it that, "whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God." Thus he’s a believer. Now am I making my point? Not a word about the cross. Not a word about His death, shed blood, resurrection, only Who Jesus of Nazareth really is or was. Israel’s Messiah, the Son of God. That was the Gospel of the Kingdom salvation message. All right, now let’s just chase this down as we’ve done umpteen times before, but we have to realize we have new listeners coming in every day and a lot of these things we haven’t covered for a long period of time. So I’m going to bring you back to Christ’s earthly ministry. I’m going to bring you all the way back to Matthew chapter 16, and I want you to see how clearly John’s Gospel and these little Jewish epistles of James and Peter and John all are on this same playing field. And it’s all based on Who Jesus of Nazareth really is. All right, Matthew chapter 16, and we’re going to drop in at verse 13. Now this just bears repeating. Here we are at the end, again, of Christ’s earthly ministry, much like the verses we read in Luke a program or two back. And they’re up in northern Israel at the headwaters of the Jordan River, Caesarea Philippi.

And He has the Twelve with Him. Matthew 16:13 "When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?" Now that’s simple enough isn’t it? Put it in today’s language, I would just say, "Who do people say I am?" That’s all He asked them. "Who do the rank and file of Israel, (remember now He confined His ministry to the Jews - Romans 15:8) think I am?" Now look at their answer, after three years of miracles and signs and wonders. Matthew 16:14a "And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist:…." Now I always like to feed in a little imagination here without adding or taking away from Scripture. Here’s twelve men. And twelve men are twelve men of any time. And I imagine they almost interrupted each other sharing what they’d heard. And so one of them said, "Well I heard somebody thinks you were John the Baptist." And about that time, somebody said, ‘Oh I’ve heard them say that you’re this, or someone else." Can’t you just hear them? These twelve men are just almost interrupting each other sharing what they had heard concerning this Jesus of Nazareth. Matthew 16:14b "…some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elijah; and others, Jeremiah, or one of the prophets." Isn’t that amazing? After three years of signs and wonders and miracles, amongst the Nation Israel who had had the Old Testament for almost a thousand years. And they still don’t know. All right, now verse 15, Jesus came back: Matthew 16:15 "He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am?" Have I proved anything to you? And now Simon Peter speaks up. And I think Peter was the spokesman usually. Matthew 16:16 "And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, (the Anointed One, the Messiah) the Son of the Living God.’" Just exactly what John said back here in I John, "that if you believe that Jesus was the Son, then you have eternal life." All right, so Peter answered, "Thou art the Christ the Son of the Living God." Who’s going to die for me and be raised from the dead? No. He doesn’t say that. Does Jesus come right back and say, "But now Peter, is that all?" No. Jesus is perfectly content with that answer. So content that He goes on to say: Matthew 16:17b "Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-jo-na: (you have got it down so right that it’s obvious) for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven." All right, so that’s all they were to know and believe for salvation, was the message known as the Kingdom Gospel – Who Jesus was. All right, let’s skip on ahead, we’ve done this before, I know we have. So stop in at John’s gospel chapter 11, and we’re going to drop in at verse 23. This, of course, is leading up to where Jesus has left Bethany and in the meantime Lazarus has not only gotten sick but he’s what? He’s died. So when Jesus comes back Lazarus is dead and the girls, Martha and Mary are rather upset with Him. You know to the point, "If you’d have just been here, he wouldn’t have died. You could have healed him." And of course we know that it was intentional so that He would have this opportunity to raise Him from the dead, which was another one of His signs and wonders and miracles. John 11:23-24 "Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again. 24. Martha saith unto him, I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last day." Now you want to remember that most Jews believed in and were aware of resurrection. The Sadducees didn’t, but the rest of the Jewish people did. So she said, "Oh I know he’ll rise in the resurrection at the last day." John 11:25-27 "Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: 26. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this? (now watch her confession of faith) 27. She saith unto him, Yeah, Lord: I believe that thou art the Christ, the Son of God, which should come into the world." Again, any reference to the cross? No.

Any reference to a death and resurrection? No. And so, Martha just like Peter, had that same profession of faith. "Thou art the Christ. That’s Who You are! You are the Son of God Who will be the Messiah the King of Israel." And that’s all they were to believe. That’s all that had been revealed for them to believe for their salvation. Now you see, I’m always coming back to my definition of faith. What is faith? "TAKING GOD AT HIS WORD." But you can’t take God at a word that He hasn’t spoken. And if He hasn’t revealed something, He doesn’t expect anybody to believe it. But what He had revealed to these people was that "He was the Christ." And so He expected them to believe it. And everything was based on that. All right, now we can go even a little further. Let’s go on into the book of Acts. I’m going to stop at chapter 3. And this is the sermon after Pentecost. I don’t know how much later but it’s not Pentecost anymore; it’s beyond that. And Peter and John have just raised the lame man, a miracle. And the Jews are wondering how in the world they did it, even though it is only a few weeks after Christ’s earthly ministry of miracles. But nevertheless, they have raised the lame man and the people are astounded. And now drop in at verse 12, because I want you to see the whole scenario. Acts 3:12-13a "And when Peter saw it, (that is the consternation of the Jewish people) he answered unto the people, Ye men of Israel, why marvel ye at this? or why look ye so earnestly on us, as though by our own power or holiness we made this man to walk? 13. The God of Abraham, and of Isaac, and of Jacob, the God of our fathers,.…" See that’s why I adamantly maintain that Peter is still preaching to Jews only. He’s not including Gentiles; Gentiles don’t have Abraham, Isaac and Jacob as their father. That was a Jewish phenomenon. Acts 3:13b-15 "…the God of our fathers, hath glorified his Son Jesus; whom ye delivered up, and denied him in the presence of Pilot, when he was determined to let him go. 14. But ye denied the Holy One and the Just, and desired a murderer to be granted unto you; 15. And killed the Prince of life, whom God hath raised from the dead; whereof we are witnesses." God has raised Him from the dead so that He can still fulfill the promises that were made to Israel in the Old Testament. And what were the promises? The King and the Kingdom. All right, so now He’s not dead, He’s alive; He can still fulfill those Old Testament prophecies. Now verse 16, and here I want you to watch this carefully, as Peter now tells this Jewish crowd, full of questions, what power Peter and John used to raise this man (who we know later had sat at the gate of the Temple for 40 years). All right, now here comes the answer, verse 16. Acts 3:16a "And his name through faith in his name hath made this man strong,.…" Now what was Peter driving at when he said it was through faith in His name? This man understood that Jesus of Nazareth, Whom these people had followed, was the Christ! That’s what it meant. The name of Jesus of Nazareth was the same as Messiah, Son of God; but notice, not one word about His work of the cross for salvation. But it was through faith in His name that made this man whole. So what’d this lame man understand? Who Jesus was. That’s it. All right, now move on a little further in Acts to chapter 8 and we come to the Ethiopian eunuch on his way back from Temple worship. Heading back down south to Ethiopia. And you all know the account. And again Philip - who was the one that took the message to Samaria, not a word yet about Gentiles, it’s all still dealing with Israel - and so now the Spirit has lead Philip to go up to this chariot and I feel the eunuch was a Jew. But that’s beside the point, because he was reading from Isaiah 53; he’d been to the Temple to worship. All right, so now verse 35 of Acts 8. Acts 8:35-36 "Then Philip opened his mouth, and began at the same scripture, (Isaiah 53) and preached unto him Jesus. 36. And as they went

on their way, they came unto a certain water: and the eunuch said, See, here is water; what doth hinder me to be baptized?" Now just stop and think a minute. Beginning with John the Baptist’s ministry and all the way through Christ’s ministry; and for Peter in Acts chapter 2:38, what belongs with repentance - what was the other object? Water baptism. So it follows that Philip is sharing with this eunuch the very same Gospel of the Kingdom message that John the Baptist did with Israel. Repent and be baptized. All right, so the eunuch says, well now "Here is water, what doth hinder me to be baptized?" Now look at Philip’s answer. Acts 8:37 "And Philip said, If thou believest with all thine heart, thou mayest. (be baptized) And he (the eunuch) answered and said, (now watch his confession of faith) I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God." Period. Not a word about the cross. Not a word about the resurrection. Only to know Who Jesus really was. Just exactly like the verse we just saw in I John, "that He is the Son of God." Now in the next chapter we come to Saul of Tarsus. Well, naturally, Saul of Tarsus is going to later on preach the Gospel of the Grace of God, which is "we preach Christ crucified!"But, he hasn’t had that revelation here yet. He’s just a Jewish zealot, zealous for the Law and trying to stamp out anything of this outside, which he thought was a complete imposition. Now here comes Saul and the Lord appears to him from Glory and you go back up there to chapter 9 verse 4. Here he is coming up toward the gates to Damascus just raging in his hatred for this sect who were following Jesus of Nazareth. And God stops him with the bright light from Heaven. Now verse 4, Acts 9:4 "And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?" And looking up, I’m sure knowing that this was the God from Heaven he was dealing with, He said: Acts 9:5b "…Who art thou, Lord?.…" You get the question? He didn’t ask what have you done for me Lord? You got that? What does he ask? Who are you? Who are you! Acts 9:5c "…And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest: it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks." Any word about the cross? Does Jesus say, I’m the One Who died for you Saul? Does Jesus say, I’m the One Who rose from the dead? No. All He says is – "I am Jesus." And what does that name Jesus imply? The Messiah. And what did the Messiah have to be? "The Son of God!" That’s all. Now then, you move on through the rest of the chapter and he gets his sight back. He’s baptized according to the Jewish program, and now he’s ready to go out and begin to proclaim along with Peter and the Eleven, Who Jesus of Nazareth is. Now look at it down in verse 20. Acts 9:20 "And straightway he preached Christ (where?) in the synagogues, (like any good Jew that had become one of these early believers) that he is the Son of God." So Paul also does not preach a word about the cross. Not a word about the shed blood or the resurrection. It hasn’t been revealed yet. That becomes part of the mysteries that Paul gets later, when the dispensation of Grace is revealed. And so the whole crux of the matter is they were to believe Who Jesus of Nazareth really was. And Who was He? "The Son of God. The Messiah. The Promised King of Israel." And that’s as far as you can take it. And that was sufficient. Because God is Sovereign. This is what people can’t understand. God can save someone on His own terms, whatever they are.In other words, when He saved Adam and Eve back there in Genesis chapter 3, it was the most simplistic Plan of Salvation that you could hope for. He provided the shed blood of the animals. Adam’s faith was epitomized by calling the woman Eve, (the mother of all living) and when the blood and the faith came together, what can God impart? Salvation. And then you come all the way up to Abraham, and God just simply told Abraham, "leave Ur." And by faith what did Abraham do? He left! He did what God said.

He believed God! And so all the way up through human history, God has put responsibility upon the human race to believe and when they believed it, He counted it as faith. And when He sees their faith, he calls them righteous. Now then, all the way through the Jewish economy here, the name of the game was "believe Who Jesus of Nazareth is. He’s God the Son." Now as soon as we get into Paul’s Gospel of Grace, we have a further revelation, we have an unveiling of now greater truth and so Paul’s Gospel becomes what? "That Christ died for your sins. Yes, He is the Son of God, but He died for your sins. He was buried. He was risen from the dead." Believe it for your salvation! Now that’s our Gospel of salvation! And you can’t mix the two! Even though they’re connected and we’ll look at Paul’s Gospel more in detail in our next half-hour. But listen, God never expects any human being to believe something that He has not clearly defined. He will never consign somebody to a lake of fire based on something that He never said. Then He would be unfair. But He always makes it plain what He expects them to believe. And when they put faith in what He has said to them then, yes, they have salvation. All right, so all through from the beginning of His earthly ministry, to when He asked the Twelve, "Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?" Right on up until He finally shuts the gate on Israel’s Gospel of the Kingdom and puts everything under the Gospel of Grace; until that time, salvation was to believe Who Jesus really was. All right, we’ve got one minute left. Let’s come back to I John chapter 4. Let me just finish the chapter and then when we come into chapter 5 in the next program, we’re going to go and compare Paul’s Gospel of Grace with this still Gospel of the Kingdom. I John 4:17-18a "Herein is our love made perfect, (or complete) that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is so are we in this world. 18. There is no fear in love;.…" See now, this was all language just like in John’s Gospel. And then come on down to verse 19: I John 4:19-20a "We love him, because he first loved us. 20. If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar:.…" See almost identical with what Jesus spoke in His earthly ministry. All right, so now then verse 21, and we’ll have to close the program. I John 4:21 "And this commandment have we from him, (that is from Christ) That he who loveth God love his brother also."

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Mafia II - Chapter 2: Home Sweet Home

I was driving all the time in the army! 

[thepokyone]

Content

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (ft. Sam)

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 1.5k

A/N: Hey friends! I am back with another anon request and the last of requests from the tropes prompt list I put out a while ago. This is a combo of fake dating & first kiss so I hope you all enjoy it!

"I hate going undercover," Sam grumbled, tugging at the collar of his tuxedo.

"Hey, at least this time you don't have to dress like the Smiling Tiger," Bucky said, grinning at the memory.

Sam scowled at him. "I hate that you don't look nearly as uncomfortable. I feel like I can't move."

"This isn't too off the mark from what we would wear in the forties," Bucky said, fixing his tie in the mirror. "Still a little fancier than what I was used to, though."

"Almost reminds me of a Stark party. Always had to wear ridiculous get-ups to those things," Sam said thoughtfully. "I don't miss those, I'll be honest."

"I was never invited. Not sure why," Bucky drawled. "Where's the lady of the hour? We're supposed to leave in less than ten minutes."

"Please, you know women always take forever getting ready for these things. Practically a rite of passage. You know my prom date made us an hour late?" Sam asked.

"Fortunately for all parties, I am not your prom date," you said, walking into the room. "You boys clean up nice."

"Damn, Y/N, so do you," Sam said approvingly. You were wearing a stunning, floor-length dress that seemed to catch the light and draw every eye to your form.

You smiled at him. "Thanks, Sam. And you thought I'd make you late."

"I stand corrected," he said. Bucky was still staring at you, having not yet said anything at all, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Let's go over the plan once more before we leave," you said, desperate to break the awkward silence that had settled over the three of you.

Sam, wearing a knowing smirk, obliged. "We'll be arriving at the gala together. Bucky will be walking in first. You and I will be following, posing as a lovestruck couple."

"Y/N is way out of your league," Bucky said, rolling his eyes. "Who's going to believe you can pull her?"

Sam made an offended noise. "What, like you could? Bucky, the only thing you can pull is a door labeled push."

"You two are ridiculous," you said. "How about I go in alone and you two go as a couple, if you're going to bicker about it."

"No way in hell," Sam said.

"I'd rather die," Bucky said. "Obviously, Y/N should be pretending to date me instead. I mean, of the two of us, I am less likely to be recognized. She'll be safer with me."

"Fine, fine. You might have a point, but there was no need to be so rude about it," Sam said, raising his hands in surrender.

"Okay, so I'm going with Bucky," you said, a statement that made your heart flip in his chest. How were you supposed to hide your feelings when you had to pretend to date him all night? It would have been far easier to pretend to be with Sam; you didn't have feelings for him.

"Right, so once we are all inside, you and Bucky will serve as the distraction so that I can slip into the office and get the documents we need. You'll need to keep the way clear until I'm done, and once I've rejoined the crowd we'll be staying for another hour before making our exit so we don't arouse suspicion," Sam said. "Should be pretty cut and dry."

"Unless everything goes horribly wrong, but we're all optimists here," Bucky quipped.

"That's right, a positive outlook. Let's get this over with," Sam said, tugging at his tie and walking out.

"After you," Bucky said, holding the door for you. He sat beside you in the car, his warmth bleeding into you, and in all truth you were glad that he would be by your side tonight, even though if it was just to show you everything you couldn't have. His presence was a comforting one.

When the car stopped, Bucky opened the door and offered a hand to help you out. "Shall we, doll?" he asked, offering his arm as a valet pulled the car away and Sam disappeared inside.

You smiled at him. "We shall."

"Names, please," requested the doorman, glancing at the both of you with bored disinterest.

"Matthew O'Bryan and Nancy Turner," Bucky said smoothly.

"Enjoy the party, remember the first drinks are free," he said, waving you inside.

"Can you believe people live like this?" Bucky murmured in your ear as the two of you stepped inside. It was a large, open ballroom with a large chandelier that winked gold as it swayed. The decorations looked as if they cost more than your monthly rent.

"Too fancy for me," you said, allowing him to steer you around the room, dodging the larger groups of people.

"Me too," he agreed. "There's Sam."

Sam had already gotten himself a drink in the short time he had been inside. "And I suggest you do the same. Drinks will help you blend in. Then go mingle, but be around to clear in ten minutes."

He slipped off into the crowd again, smiling and chatting with any and all around him. You and Bucky made your way towards the bar. "Don't understand how he does it," Bucky said with a shake of his head.

"Natural charisma," you said, ordering yourself a mixed drink. Bucky ordered a beer, and the two of you toured among the crowd as you nursed your drinks.

"Let's dance after Sam is done," Bucky said. "You look too pretty not to be out on the dance floor."

Your cheeks burned and you glanced away, biting back a smile. "If all goes well."

"Good," Bucky said, bobbing his head in an awkward nod.

Sam's voice crackled over your earpieces. "Hey lovebirds, it's about time."

"On our way," Bucky said, touching his ear discreetly in order to be heard. "Don't move in until you see us."

The first part of the plan went off without a hitch. You "accidentally" dropped your drink, sending people scattering away, and nobody was looking when Sam disappeared down the hall.

"Heading back," Sam's voice filtered over your earpieces, and his statement presented a problem, as the party's host was standing exactly where Sam was supposed to emerge any moment.

"Follow my lead," you told Bucky, leaving his side and moving quickly to the party's host, a high-ranking Russian dignitary. You made a move as if to pass, bumping your shoulder with his. "Oh, I am so sorry! I'm such a klutz, not looking where I was going; the room is such a beautiful place to take in."

He smiled, pleased at the flattery, and gently grasped your elbow to keep you from flitting away. The man he was talking to looked briefly annoyed until Bucky stole his attention, the two wandering back towards the rest of the crowd. "No apologies needed, when a woman as beautiful as yourself is making them."

You giggled, placing a hand on his arm. "Allow me to at least make it up to you."

"How about a dance," he suggested as the music changed. "I do love this song and it would be made better with you as a partner."

"Sounds wonderful," you said, allowing him to lead you on to the dance floor. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam slip back into the party and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The Russian held you a little too close, so you had no choice but to rest your head on his chest if you wanted to uphold your cover, but was otherwise respectful.

"May I cut in?" Bucky asked once the music changed again, voice cool.

"Certainly," The Russian said, placing a kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you for a lovely dance."

"No, thank you," you said, giving him a charming smile and taking Bucky's hand.

Bucky immediately drew you to him, arm wrapping around your waist. "Little warning would have been nice, you know. I wanted to rip his hands off."

"All part of the cover, Buck." Your voice was warm and you squeezed his hand. "Keep talking like that and I might think you were jealous."

"And what if I was?" He asked quietly, only just louder than the music. The two of you seemed trapped within your own private bubble, as if the rest of the world had melted away.

"You were jealous?" You asked.

He pressed his forehead to yours, noses brushing. "Of course I was. Why do you think I fought so hard to be your date tonight instead of Sam?"

"You said why."

"No, I didn't," Bucky said. "I wanted to take you because I couldn't bear to see you pretending to be in love with another man. At least this way I would get to know what it's like, if only for a night."

"And if I wasn't pretending?" You asked, hyperaware of how close your lips were, how his thumb was rubbing rhythmic circles on your hip, how you could feel the coolness of metal through the gloved hand whose fingers were twined with yours.

His lips brushed against yours, gentle and warm, over almost as soon as it had begun. "I would do that."

"I wasn't pretending," you whispered and his lips met yours again, mouths fitting together perfectly as your hand ran up his arm to the back of his neck.

He let out a sigh against your lips, perfectly content, the two of you still swaying to the music. "Neither was I."

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tubbo and jack - we built a boat

requested: yes/no

this is part 10 to the great adventures series

you didn’t actually expect to be filming a vlog with tubbo and jack today, you were spending one of you last days away from home with lani at the beach, not knowing that tubbo and jack would make you join them. you ended up finding several rocks you liked and ran off to pick them up thinking tubbo would like them, so you put them in your pocket. whilst you were collecting rocks, lani was on the phone to tubbo letting him know you were actually at the beach if he wanted you to join him in the vlog.

“wait y/ns there? put them on the phone.”

“they’re in the water.”

“why?”

“ill ask, Y/N WHY ARE YOU IN THE WATER?!”

“I FOUND A ROCK THAT MATCHES RANBOOS BRAND BUT A WAVE TOOK IT AWAY FROM ME AND IM NOT LETTING POSEIDON WIN!”

“yeah they’re fighting Poseidon, where are you going to be? ill bring them to you.”

few minutes later you made your way to lani drenched in water.

“i fell…stop laughing!”

“im not!”

“you’re eyes are literally watering because you’re holding in your laughter, anyway look what i got you!”

you placed a clear quartz crystal and a piece of sea glass in lanis hand.

“thank you y/n!! wait this isn’t like your other rocks?”

“i know!! it’s clear quartz and sea glass. i felt like you should have it! i think it’s because i won the battle with Poseidon!”

“you fell.”

“shut up!”

“are you staying at ours again tonight?”

“think so… wanna turn the crystal into a necklace?”

“definitely!”

lani ended up taking you to where tubbo was, but didn’t tell you what was happening, you only found out when you looked up to see jack recording you and lani.

“hold up, guest appearance.”

“oh hi lani…y/n, guess what?”

you looked down to see the boat.

“oh fuck no!”

you walked away laughing, tubbo followed after you dragging you back to the others.

“they said they can’t wait to go on the boat with us jack!”

“how likely is he to be able to build this?? how likely are me and y/n going to drown??”

“uhm good chances!”

“of what?”

“lani, am i going to live or die?”

you laughed as lani walked away shrugging.

“tubbo how much money did you spend on this…”

“£50.”

“oh great i’m drowning today!”

you stood next to jack tilting your head as tubbo attached the sail to the pole.

“just remember if you two die, i’m in your will.”

“i didn’t write a will.”

“well that was your first mistake y/n did!”

“tubbo gets my rock collection, tommy gets whatever he wants just not the rock collection, ranboo gets whatever tommy doesn’t want, and you get what ranboo doesn’t want.”

a few minutes later you helped tubbo put the sail up whilst jack stood filming you both.

“this looks unsafe..”

“and muddy.”

“it’s unsafe and muddy but we’re trying our best.”

“jack didn’t do anything.”

“rude!”

you stood next to lani trying to convince her to go on the boat so you didn’t have to as tubbo tried to lasso jack. after being told no several times, you stood with jack whilst tubbo began to tie a figure of 8, you watched as tubbo began teaching you how to actually tie a figure of 8 using a really morbid story.

“…heh”

“why was that so morbid?”

“we like death on the tubbo channel!”

“i want to go home!”

“no!”

“okay!”

the three of you began to carry the boat out to the sea, however you crashed into something straight away.

“could be worse…could have hit a member of the public.”

“IM TRYING!”

“i can tell…it’s not good enough but i can tell.”

“…TO HIT SOMEONE!”

“NO!”

“my bad T bo!”

“what the fuck did you call me?”

as you were getting ready to go down the ramp, lani looked directly at you and tubbo who were now trying to push each other into the water.

“try not to hit little people in the water!”

“little people…”

“shall we waterproof up?”

you turned around a minute later only to have tubbo holding his phone up to your face after annoying jack with it .

“say hello.”

“hi there , please send help. i’m going to die!”

“ignore y/n, they’re just dramatic..i wouldn’t let them drown.”

you helped tubbo get the boat into the water as jack filmed the pair of you .

“it’s cold.”

“i’ve been in here before…i fell.”

“how cold was it?”

“very.”

“the weed of the sea is in my feet.”

“ew! what the fuck!”

lani noticed you had all let go of the boat and yelled at you all to grab the boat before it left you all behind, jack, and tubbo got in the boat, however you refused as lani kept yelling that the trailer was on.

“oh we’ve left the trailer on.”

“that’s what lani has been saying.”

tubbo got off to untie the trailer and you stood nervously laughing as the wheel fell off .

“i'm actually going to die!”

“it’s fineee!”

you helped jack get out the boat, so you could all fix the boat.

“he thinks we could be doing better.”

“i think everyone could think that.”

jack got on the boat first, then tubbo, who then helped you get onto the boat.

“off we go!”

for the first five minutes, the three of you sat yelling at each other what you all should be doing to make the boat go forwards.

“i quite like this.”

“we’re not moving!”

“exactly!”

soon enough you had figured it all out and waved goodbye to the others after they gave you a thumbs up.

“TO FRANCE!”

“so now what do we do?”

“pray.”

“heh?”

“to what?”

“god..say your final goodbyes we’re going to die!”

“hey that rhymed, you’re a genius!”

at this point the boat had completely stopped moving, however tubbo didn’t think this was the case, and began trying to turn the boat around as it was apparently going to shore, despite the fact you and jack were telling him you all hadn’t moved.

“so what’s the sail for?”

“i mean jack has a point you are paddling.”

“luck!”

“….HEH?”

“y/n you talk to technoblade too much.”

“i’ve been saying heh before i met tommy, what the fuck?”

“jack go up to the front, so y/n can sit next to me.”

jack moved and you sat next to tubbo.

“so how long does it take to go to france?”

“ahh you know, about 20 minutes.”

“how fast do you think we’re going bud?”

“on a, on a, on a train.”

“how would you get the train?”

“i don’t think the train can go across this..”

rather than answering that question tubbo decided he made a hit list.

“we’re going to just go through here.”

“…through where?”

“between the people.”

“NO!”

“you’re creating unnecessary danger.”

you and tubbo started bickering about why he suddenly decided that he was going to hit a bunch of people with the boat for no reason.

“fine you take control y/n!”

“tubbo you were going to kill them!”

“that’s just part of the sailing life!”

you just stared at tubbo shaking your head slightly, trying to process what just happened, then all of a sudden tubbo got up and put you in charge of controlling the boat. you were surprisingly good at it, which was lucky for tubbo and jack who were now leaning out of the boat claiming that they were hiking. they only stopped when the boat began to go faster and noticed you had no idea what you were doing.

“y/n is going to be the reason we crash!”

“yeah i will!”

“why do you sound happy about that?”

“eta france?”

“any second now.”

you decided to focus on making sure the boat was going where you wanted it to go, whilst the others yelled out to the sea occasionally yelling phrases in french as they claimed they could see the french. well you think tubbo was yelling phrases in french, however halfway through you were convinced he started just yelling things in a french accent as he revealed he didn’t actually know french, resulting in jack asking to go to russia as he knows russian.

“y/n, sail is to russia!”

“you know what i don’t wanna drive here you go jack it’s your turn.”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!”

“we’re sick of this shit aren’t we y/n, jack take that…you’re on the wrong side switch sides with us.”

you all swapped sides and you and tubbo sat with your arms around each other instructing jack how to sail .

“yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“thats good now turn us and we’ll be in the wind.”

“we’re about to catch the wind.”

“JACK MANIFOLD GET READY!”

you all swapped sides again and tubbo whispered in your ear, as you sat next to him, about making the boat capsize so jack would go into the water, jack ended up doing a lot better than you and tubbo did, and you all actually started going pretty fast. however, there was absolutely no way you’d get to land any time soon. you sat laughing with tubbo whilst jack yelled about how he was a fisherman, and that’s why he was doing so well and how he studied their fins so he could find out how fish swim.

“for a £50 boat it’s done us well, look we’re sailing, the water cleaned the boat.”

“we havent died.”

“im a little wet, but not too bad.”

“must be nice.”

“oh yeah you fell earlier.”

“how?”

“they were fighting Poseidon.”

“huh?”

“they probably found a rock they liked and went to get it but it ended up in water.”

“…yeah.”

you all ended up catching the wind and tubbo decided to make you and jack do reaction images.

“help girl, i don’t know how to sail.”

“okay jack your turn, drive and film.”

“hey look i’m filming and driving!”

“no film me and y/n!”

jack filmed the pair of you, tubbo had his arm around you to prevent you from falling out of the boat as you had a habit of leaning out the boat to touch the water. you had no idea what to do so ended up copying tubbo, the pair of you took off your hats .

“tips fedora…what do you want to name our boat?”

“tubboat!”

“no way..”

“THE TUBBOATS REAL NOW!!”

it was around now you and tubbo claimed you were all drifting out to sea, and to just let the wind take you wherever it wants to, whereas jack claimed the boat wasn’t moving at all. you pointed at a boat which was moving a lot quicker than you were.

“HES GOT WIND!”

“WHERES OUR WIND?”

“he stole our wind.”

“we’re stranded jack,y/n.”

you noticed lani and waved out to her.

“LANI!”

“jacks sailing, hes getting sailing tips from my cousins!”

“great can he take us to land?”

“no.”

“YO WERE ZOOMING!”

“i hope we don’t capsize..”

“why would we?”

tubbo looked at you and you nodded back at him.

“hey jack we’re gonna tip this boat!”

and with that the pair of you stood up and began tipping the boat over whilst laughing.

“SUCKER WERE STILL DRY!”

“tubbo i’m about to fall!”

tubbo grabbed your hand keeping you up on the boat with him, you both even managed to get back in the boat without getting wet.

“no, if i’m in you have to be in too.”

jack pushed tubbo into the water tubbo then went on to pull you into the water with him.

“NO!”

“IM FREEZING!”

tubbo helped you onto the boat first as this was the second time you ended up in the water, and you were quite clearly cold, he got on after you. you sat on the boat as he filmed the outro and jumped back into the water. once jack ended the recording, you reached out your hand to tubbo helping him back onto the boat. the way back to shore was you and tubbo clinging onto each other trying to warm up, and the three of you making shit jokes, and enjoying each other’s company. you even made a few more plans for when ranboos in the uk. few hours later you had said goodbye to jack and went back to tubbos house, tubbo let you shower first while he stayed with lani as she streamed.

“chuck your clothes outside the door, i’ll put them in the dryer whilst you shower. you can change into these.”

tubbo gave you a hoodie from his merch collection that would be dropping soon, along with your pyjama pants, 30 minutes later you sat with lani whilst tubbo went off to shower, lani ended up finishing the stream after 15 minutes.

“wanna make the necklaces lani?”

“i’d love to!”

not long later tubbo joined the pair of you.

“oooh tubbo i got you some more rocks, they're over there with your phone.”

you ended up making a couple of them into necklaces for him, so the the three of you had something to help you remember the day.

“y/n, i hope you’re enjoying your stay, youll practically be living here for a few month soon.”

“wait their parents said yes?!”

“what are you all talking about?”

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[littlemortals]

Decision

Summary: You find out that you are pregnant but you don’t want to keep it, how will Loki react?

Trigger warnings: Abortion

Word count: 2417

My first time of writing so this is bad, also probably grammatical mistakes since English isn’t my first language

also if you are pro-life keep it to yourself and let other people live their life

enjoy:)

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Positive.

That’s what the test said, just like the two previous ones that you did.

You were pregnant.

Sure, you knew that you had pregnancy symptoms, but you didn’t think much of your periods that were a little late, it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. But after a few days of morning sickness and not being able to even smell your favourite food that Loki had so kindly made, you decided to take the test and well here you were pregnant with a god's child.

“What am I going to do?” You whispered to yourself, you couldn’t have a baby right now, and you didn’t even know if you wanted one or not. Loki and you hadn’t even talked about having kids, what if he wanted to keep it? What if he wanted to become a father now? Was this going to be the end of your relationship if you two had different views about this and couldn’t get into an agreement? Even if you didn’t know what you wanted to about the situation you knew you didn’t want to lose Loki, you couldn’t lose him.

You got up from the bathroom floor and threw the other two tests in the trash can, for your luck it had a lid so if Loki went there before you told him he wouldn’t see them straight away. You started to think about your options, you could have an abortion, or you would have to keep the embryo and give birth to it. Of course, after that, you could give it to adoption, but you didn’t like the sound of giving birth in the first place or carrying something inside you for 9 months.

Were you a bad person? You should be happy, right? What kinda woman is not happy about being able to create a new life, you knew there were a lot of women who struggled with getting pregnant, and here you were in a position that some women were ready to kill for. Were you going to kill yours and Loki's possible kid?

“No, I am not a bad person.” You said quietly to yourself. You were now sitting on your bed, your laptop on your lap, looking for side effects of pregnancy. Seeing all possible side effects made you more sure about your decision, you wanted to keep your hair and teeth, not being sick every morning sounded nice, also you didn’t want to die while giving birth to it. Now your only problem was how would Loki react to you wanting an abortion. Do they even have those in Asgard?

Would you have to explain to him what it means, would he think that you are a monster or something else? A lot of questions were going through your head, but one of them you had thought longer. What if you did it without telling him? “He is the god of lies Y/n he’s going to know if something is up?” you told yourself. You were going to confront him about it tonight so could get it out sooner.

“Darling I’m home!”

Shit. shitshitshitshit SHIT. You hadn’t even thought about what you were going to say to him. You couldn’t just say that “Hey Loki, I’m pregnant with your child but I'm going to have an abortion no matter what you want to do about it!” that would not be okay. Loki has never treated you badly, only with love and respect you had to think about his feelings, it was part of him after all. You didn’t even realize that you were crying before a tear fell on your hand, stupid hormones.

“Love?” Loki asked when he came to your bedroom.

Loki felt his heart drop to his stomach when he saw you on your bed crying. Were you hurt? Had someone hurt you? Had he done something that made you upset? For a while he just stood there staring at you before he hurried to your side, all he wanted to do was make you smile again.

“My love, tell me why are you crying, and I shall make your troubles go away.” He said while putting you on his lap.

It only made you cry harder, you buried your head to his chest while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and made circles on your back with his hand. “Shh my darling, please tell me what is making you cry. I can not stand seeing you like this, my love.” He whispered desperately, it truly hurt him to see you like this. After a while, you were able to calm down. Loki gently lifted your head, so you would look him in his eyes, while he asked why you were so upset.

“I am pregnant.” You blurted out before you could even think what you were going to do.

“W-what? You are pregnant? Are you sure?” Now it was Loki's turn to panic, he hadn’t been prepared for that. He? A father, he barely even liked children and what did he know about being a father, Odin wasn’t exactly the best father you could hope.

“Yes, I am sure, but before you say anything, I want to do an abortion.” You said while turning your gaze to your hands that were on your lap.

Loki wasn’t sure how he felt. If you didn’t want the baby did that mean that you didn’t want him either? Was he going to lose you over this? He couldn’t blame you if you wanted to end things with him, maybe you finally realized that you deserved better and someone who wouldn’t put you in danger just because they loved you. Loki was so deep in his mind that he hadn’t even heard you speaking until you said “Please don’t leave.” with the most broken voice he had ever heard. It broke his heart, after all, he was the one who got you in this situation.

“No, my love I am not going to leave you because of this. I could never leave you, I love you. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you my darling, you could never lose me over this. It is my fault after all, isn’t it?” He said.

You let out a small giggle “Yeah, I guess this is your fault.”

“There’s the smile that I love so very much.” He said with a small smile.

For a while you and Loki just sat there hugging each other until Loki spoke up.

“Y/n, I want you to know that I will support you with this decision and I love you so much and it will never change. Unfortunately you are stuck with me for the rest of your life my love.”

That made tears fall down on your cheeks, but Loki wiped them with his thumbs and kissed you softly. Loki then picked you up and carried you to the kitchen where he put you on top of kitchen counter. He kissed your forehead before he opened the freezer and took out your favourite ice cream, after that he went to get two spoons. You were just sitting there watching as Loki moved through the kitchen, he was relaxed and he looked happy, he looked so different from the man that you had met years ago when you first met. Before your thoughts could wonder any further, Loki came to pick you up again, you wrapped your legs around his torso while he carried you to the living room where he put you on the couch. Loki sat at the corner of the couch and took you back into his arms. He made your favourite blanket appear on his hand ad put it over you and then gave you the ice cream tube.

“So, what do you want to do about this thing.” He asked while referring to your stomach.

“I want to get an appointment for the abortion and I want you to come with me, if you want to of course.” You said with a small voice.

“Darling, like I said before I will support and that means that I will be there for you, whatever you need you.” He answered.

“Can you get me my laptop, so I can book the appointment?”

Before you could even say please your laptop was on Loki’s hand.

“Thank you”

You booked the appointment for the next day, and you felt relieved. Loki still loves you, he didn’t leave and he wasn’t mad at you. Everything was going to be okay.

----TIME SKIP--- You were sitting in your car while Loki was driving you to the abortion clinic.

“You know, Y/n I was thinking that we could go on a little vacation, maybe in Italy or where ever you want to go. What do you think?” Loki asked, it didn’t surprise you that he was suggesting something like this, he loved to spoil you.

“That does sound nice, just the two of us for a while away from everything.” You answered with a smile.

When you got to the abortion clinic you saw protesters outside, you felt your blood run cold. You didn’t really want to hear what they had to say, you just wanted this to be over as soon as possible.

“My love, are you ready?” Loki asked, he clearly hadn’t noticed the protesters outside, or he didn’t know what was going on.

You took and deep breath and nodded. You got out of the car and Loki took your hand. Loki and you were getting closer to the clinic, and you thought that the protesters would let you go without making a scene, but you were too hopeful.

“You are a MURDERER! I hope you know that!” One of them yelled at you.

“You deserve to burn in Hell!”  said another one.

Loki felt his blood boil. How could they say things like that to you, to the light of his life, to the person who made him better, who loved him after all the things he’s done. Loki had never felt so angry before.

Before you could react, Loki was holding the person who called you a murderer by their neck.

“You will NEVER say anything like that to her ever again, or I swear I will kill you very slowly and painfully. Consider yourself lucky that I don’t do that right now because I do not wish her to see that. Do you understand?” Loki said to them with his most terrifying voice. He threw the person on the ground before coming back to you and wrapping an arm around you.

“Are you okay?” Loki asked you with a soft tone.

“Thank you.” Was all you said before letting a few tears escape your eyes.

Loki put his hand behind your head and his other hand was on your back while your face was pressed on his chest. Your back was turned to the protesters and Loki shooting daggers at them with his eyes.

“My love, you are not a murderer, you are an incredible woman who stole my heart. All you have to do is say a one word and I’ll kill them for offending you.” Loki said softly to you.

“No, please don’t, but can you turn them into frogs or something?”

“Your wish is my command.” Loki said, and with a flick of his wrist all the protesters were turned into frogs. They started panicking, and it made you giggle as you watched them. Loki felt himself calming down as you were giggling, all he wanted was you to be happy.

You got inside the clinic and waited for your turn. The doctor told you that you were 8 weeks into the pregnancy, and they gave you the first abortion pill.

“So y/n, do you want to take the next pill here at the clinic or do you want to go home, and I’ll give you instructions when to take it? Both options are safe, but many women prefer to take the second pill at home, so what would you prefer?” Dr. Davis asked kindly.  

You looked at Loki who was holding your hand, Loki realized that you were asking for his opinion. So leaned closer to you and told you that what you wanted to be okay with him.

“Um, I think I want to go home and take it there.”

“Okay we will do that then, wait here, and I will go get the instructions and list of side effects that are normal.” She answered.

“ I am so proud of you darling, you have handled this so well. I love you.” Loki whispered to you.

“I love you too”

Dr. Davis came back and gave you all the things you needed.

“It will take about two days for the abortion to be completed, if you think something is wrong please don’t be afraid to contact me, I will help you.” She said before you left with Loki.

---TIME SKIP---

You had taken the second pill about 3 hours ago and now you were feeling the effect. You were having bad cramps and you were feeling dizzy.

“LOKI!” Your voice sent Loki into small panic and he rushed to your room where you were.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth when he got to the room. You shook your head, tears in your eyes when you looked at Loki. He was on your side at an instant.

“Hurts.” It was all you said, and it broke Loki’s heart knowing that you were in pain because of him.

“I know my love, I know. I am so very sorry that I have made you go through this. My sweet sweet girl. I promise you, you will be okay. I am here for you, what ever need or want I will give it to you.” Loki said with a soft voice.

“Can you just hold me, please?”

“Yes come here my love.” Loki was leaning against the bedhead, you curled on his lap while Loki was drawing circles on your back. Then an idea popped into his head, you were always amazed by Loki’s magic and loved watching him do his magic.

“Darling, can you look at my hand for a moment?”

When he was sure that you were watching his hand he made little fireworks. Even tough you were in pain you smiled.

“You will be alright, my love.” Loki said gently to you, and you knew that you would be.

Decided to tag the people that commented:)

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[keijislove]

One sickle: Tom Riddle X Reader

“Professor?” you knocked on your headmaster’s door, “It’s Y/N.”

“Ah, miss L/N, come in.” the voice of Armando Dippet beckoned hazily, as if his mind was elsewhere, which it undoubtedly was.

“Er, yes sir.” You walked inside, taking a seat.

“Miss L/N...” he began, “I am so sorry I have to ask of you for this, I am aware that you haven’t done this before.”

“What exactly, professor?” you were confused.

“As you know that due to the unfortunate circumstances involving Myrtle Elizabeth Warren of your house, Ravenclaw tower shall be searched tonight by her family members and a few Ministry officials, and I, being the headmaster of the most prestigious wizarding school that there is... I must appoint two prefects each for the corridors of Hogwarts... I have appointed a Slytherin prefect alongside you for the forbidden corridor on the third floor.”

“But sir, why would that place require patrolling?” you asked in a bit of a panicky state. “The bathroom is off-limits, Warren just died there!”

“I am aware, Miss L/N.” he waved off, “And I am also aware that you are one of the most promising pupils I have the delight of teaching.”

You flushed.

“And do not worry, your companion is not less by any means,” he assured, “You may leave, your duty begins in an hour.”

“Thank you, sir.” You muttered, struggling to keep your voice even.

An hour passed in no time and soon, you were hurrying off towards the corridor on the third floor.

You caught sight of your companion already present there, his back to you, crisp uniform with hands behind his back and everything.

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out who he was, even from behind. The mysterious, dangerous, frightening, irritatingly handsome prefect of Slytherin house – Tom freaking Riddle.

“Ah-hem.” You cleared your throat.

Dammit Y/N, you can’t even clear your throat without stuttering

His head swung around as if he knew you were there.

“Uhm, good evening.”  You began at the lack of response from the dark-haired boy.

“Good evening.” He replied, surprised that you were willing to make conversation with him when most people just hurried past.

“Nasty business.” You remarked, “Warren, I mean.”

“Yes. Particularly nasty indeed.” His expression was not polite or welcoming. Instead, he stared at you with a calculating look.

You shrugged slightly, “Bit unexpected, that’s all. A murder at Hogwarts, I mean.”

“Yes, let’s hope Hagrid keeps his monstrous pets away from the school, then.” He rolled his eyes.

“He did strike me as odd.” You muttered, “I didn’t know it would be this bad. Still, it’s more concerning what the fate of Hogwarts will be than Warren’s death.”

“What do you mean?” Tom suddenly asked.

“All I’m saying is... deaths and accidents happen everyday.” You explained, “Warren was just an unlucky victim of one. I’m just.... worried. I hope they don’t close the school, I can’t go back to my adopted family.... it’s positively awful.”

“Is that so?” Tom was beginning to talk in a more relaxed manner.

“I’m afraid it is.” You shrugged, “Call me cold-blooded or whatever.”

“How are you not in Slytherin?” he demanded, “You would’ve done well.”

“The hat did consider it.” You explained, “But instead I’m in-”

“Ravenclaw.” He answered for you, “You’re in my Arithmancy class?”

“Oh.” You flushed, knowing he noticed, “Y-yeah, I am.”

“Alright miss Slytherclaw. We’re supposed to be on duty. We’ve been chatting here for ten minutes.” He said in a light teasing tone.

Now you really turned beetroot.

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There were no more words exchanged between you as you stalked around the corridor, and you sank into your daydreaming.

And it had to be the stupidly attractive face of the prefect next to you.

“A sickle for your thoughts?” Tom asked, as politely as he could.

You smirked, “My thoughts cost a lot more than that, Riddle.”

“A sickle for an insight, then.” He insisted.

You sighed. “I’m thinking about... someone.”

“Who?”

“I don’t think you wanna know the answer to that.” You scoffed.

“You are really bad at hiding things.” He remarked.

“How so?”

“You just made it pretty bloody obvious whom you were thinking about.” He smirked. “Like what you see?”

“Hey look, I can’t help it, okay?” you said in exasperation, “I don’t even like you like that, I just appreciate that you’re... attractive a notch above normal.”

“That’s a compliment anyway.” He huffed, “It’s alright, you’ve got hormones. I get it. You don’t have to like someone to appreciate their looks.”

“Thank you.” You spoke.

You had begun to get more confident. You glanced at your watch.

“Argh, dammit. It’s past time.” You groaned, “Well, see you later.... Tom.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” he spoke.

You turned to leave, but he called behind you, “By the way, we’ve got to patrol this month!”

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Life was getting simply outrageous for you – you were failing Divination and History of Magic because you weren’t able to get your work done on time, having to stay up all night patrolling that stupid corridor.

Not that you didn’t enjoy Tom’s company, though. Two consecutive weeks of knowing each other and you were already talking as if you’d known each other for years. He just understood you in a very, very weird. It wasn’t al sunshine and rainbows though. You already didn’t have any friends and now you were labelled as the weirdo who hangs with Riddle.

Tom’s company was more than satisfactory however, and you were fine with having one friend who understood you than several who didn’t.

You were finishing up your Arithmancy project alongside your partner, Olive Hornby, when a certain Slytherin decided to approach you.

“A sickle for your time?” Tom asked, but it was not as jokingly as his statement a few weeks prior.

“I would say my time costed a lot more than that, but I can see this is serious.” You spoke. “Yeah?”

“I need to talk to you.” He explained.

“Privately.” He added, looking at Olive in disgust as she battered her eyelashes.

You scoffed, getting up and dragging him out the classroom with you.

When you reached a decently secluded spot, you spoke, “Yes?”

“I want you to answer this very truthfully.” He began.

“Can’t make no promises.”

He ignored your statement. “Are we friends?”

“Huh?” you asked in confusion, “Of course, why-”

“No, no, no.” he messed up his usually neat hair, “I meant... if you found out something about me.... would we still be friends?”

“Like what?” you questioned, wondering where this was from.

“Like... maybe if I’m dangerous?” he whispered quietly.

You snorted slightly, “Tom, that’s not how friendships work. Everybody has their secret to keep, and they’re 100% entitled to it. I wouldn’t ditch you just because of something you did.”

“Are you so sure you will stick to that when you find out what I’ve got to say?” he quietly asked.

“I- it can’t be that bad, I- I will.” You stuttered, slightly afraid.

“Okay.” He finally spoke, “Alright, fine. C’mon.”

He led you to the corridor where you’d been patrolling.

“What are we-” you began.

“SSH!” he hissed, dragging you inside the girls’ washroom.

“This place is of limits!” you hissed.

“I’m aware!” he hissed back.

You scoffed.

Tom led you to a worn-out and broken sink before crouching down.

“Please mean what you say from this point on.” He whispered.

“O-okay.” You said, genuinely frightened now.

“Open. I command you.” Tom hissed at the tap.

“Does it really open?” you asked, as Tom’s head snapped your way so fast, you thought you heard a crack.

Not speaking, looking at you with wide eyes, he pushed you in before climbing himself.

You let out a soft shriek as you fell into an entrance of sorts.

“Wh-wha-” you spoke.

“This.” Tom spoke. “Is the Chamber of Secrets.”

“What?” you shrieked, “No way. No way, no way, no way! Get me out of here! We’re going to die.”

“Relax, Y/N.” Tom rolled his eyes, “You’re going to be fine. Also, why didn’t you tell me you were a Parselmouth?”

You flushed, “I didn’t think it was of significance. Anyway, what are we doing here?”

“Be careful not to speak in Parseltongue.” Tom warned, “You’ll wake it.”

“Wake what?”

“The Basilisk.” He said simply.

“What- a basilisk?!” you sputtered, “Tom, what the heck? First the chamber and now a basilisk? This stuff is dangerous and-”

“I thought you said we all had a secret to hide.” He muttered.

“Oh well, yes, but I’m saying this because I care about you!” you explained, “I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all-”

“Well then don’t!” he yelled, “Don’t care about me. Don’t attach yourself to me!”

“Why not?”

“BECAUSE I’M A MONSTER, ALRIGHT?” he yelled angrily, “IT WAS ME! I KILLED MYRTLE WARREN! I OPENED THE CHAMBER!”

“Wh-what?” you asked.

“BELIEVE IT OR NOT Y/N-”

“Tom.” You hoarsely whispered.

“WHAT?”

“Did you say, um, something about a basilisk?” you asked. “Because I think it’s awake.”

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Both of you panted heavily, emerging from the Chamber and collapsing on the bathroom floor.

There were tears in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall, especially in front of him.

“There you go.” Tom angrily snapped, “I’m a complete monster. I already killed Warren, and I nearly killed you. Go on. Tell me how awful I am. Tell me you hate me.”

“I don’t.” you whispered, “I don’t hate you. I.... I’ll still stick with you. Look, I don’t know what happened to you, Tom, but I can tell you’re... hurting. I hope I can help with that.”

You saw his nostrils flare as if he was contemplating something.

Your lips were glistening from a mixture of water and tears, making you look gorgeous.

“A sickle for a kiss?” Tom shakily asked.

“My kiss costs a LOT more than that, Riddle.”

“Ten galleons then if you want.” Tom said before closing the gap between you.

[mackeydoodledoo]

Can’t Help But Fall in Love (With You)

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You are Alcina’s pet; you only provide her the blood nutrition she needs. However, you want to tell her that you’re in love with her. However, you don’t know how to do so. You’re one for making a big deal out of love confessions. You end up turning to her three loveable rabid daughters for their assistance.

Warnings: None, straight up fluffiness :)))

A/n: Finally! An Alcina imagine! But, this might be short but nonetheless we have an Alcina story!! I’ve been watching Maggie’s Live Signings over on Instagram and been listening to my “Falling in love with Alcina Dimitrescu” Playlist and I am in LOVE!! This is also set in the summer so the daughters won’t fucking DIE. Okay thanks.

“Can’t Help Falling in Love with You” - Elvis Presley [Annapantsu Cover]

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You were one to make a big deal out of your confessions of love. Just figuring out how to do that to a 9′6″ Vampire lady is one you have never done before. You were in the center of the courtyard, a pencil making contact with a sheet of paper. But, no movement.

“Another daily journal entry my pet?” Alcina asks, sitting next to you

“Something like that my lady,” You sigh, sticking the pencil into the spot in the journal and closing it, “What can I do for you my lady?”

“Tonight I need my daily fill of nutrients,” She says, calmly

“As you wish my lady.” You say

You watch her slowly walk away from you. You couldn’t help but catch her bottom swaying naturally. You had to advert your eyes from staring too long or Alcina sinking her claws into your face for staring. 

“You’ve really taken a liking to mother haven’t you,” A voice says from behind

“Lady Bela!” you jump, “You really got me there..”

“Kind of my job,” She teases you, “What are you writing?”

“Trying to confess my love for your mother,” You confess

“YOU WHat-”

“SHHHH!” You shush the eldest daughter, “I wanna do something special but I have no clue what to do...”

“Let’s go to Cassandra and Daniela,” Bela suggests, “They’ll know what to do.”

She takes your hand and practically drags you off of the bench you ere sitting on and turns into her fly swarm, taking you into the swarm, keeping you float without breaking your skin. 

The doors slam open, almost startling Cassandra and Daniela who were in the middle of doing a skit.

“Bela what is it?” Cassandra sighs in frustration

Bela pushes you forward, basically in the center of the three daughters. You slightly felt overwhelmed as you were in the presence of the three daughters.

“Do... Any of you have a guitar?” You only manage to ask

Bela smacks her forehead as the room suddenly goes silent. 

“Why would any of us need that kind of contraption?” Cassandra asks

“I... I want to play a song for your mother,” You begin explaining, “I want to tell her how I feel about her. I.. I’m in love with her...”

“A new mommy!!” Daniela screams of happiness, running over to you to give you a big bear hug, “Come on! Let’s go rummage through the Opera room!” 

After hours of Bonding and rummaging with Daniela, you managed to find an acoustic guitar.

“A little run down but,” You begin brushing off the dust, “But I’ll be able to make it work. Thank you Lady Daniela.”

“You’re welcome mother!” She smiles before skipping off into the castle

As you begin refurbishing the long and unused acoustic. Mysteriously you had managed to retune and polish the strings to their standard tuning.

“How’s it going?” Bela asks, walking toward you

You look up and slightly smile, “It’s going more smoothly than I expected Lady Bela.”

“Do you know what you’re singing for mother?” She asks

You nod as you put the guitar on your lap and begin strumming some chords.

Wise men say “Only fools rush in.” But I can’t help Falling on love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you

Bela says nothing but seats herself in front of you.

“Not bad,” She says, “But mother loves it when a woman is confident. You are...”

“Not confident,” You confess, “You can say that.”

Bela ends up giving you a lesson on singing and playing an instrument. 

“Now sing,” Bela leans back into a chair

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

Bela smiles as she applauds you.

“Good job Y/n,” She says, standing up, “Mother will surely love it.”

As the day comes to an end, you secretly place the acoustic back into where you found it with Daniela and begin making your way towards Lady Dimitrescu’s bedchambers. However, you feel a hand pull you off to the side. 

“You know what you’re doing for your little love confession to mother?” Cassandra asks

“I was thinking about having it be done in the courtyard but that’s about it,” You answer

“That won’t do,” she says, “You’re going to help me decorate the courtyard.”

“The entire courtyard?!” You ask, getting dragged the opposite way from Alcina’s Chambers

Once back into the courtyard, Bela and Daniela already there, strings of lights and decorations all in their hands. 

“Since when did we have string lights?” You ask them

“We have our ways of getting contact with the outside world,” Bela states

“And don’t worry about mother,” Daniela adds, “We can take care of her until you’re ready for your little love song.”

“We-we’re doing this tonight?” You ask them, “I’m-I’m not even ready I still need to memorize lyrics and-”

“You’ve already done that with me y/n,” Bela smiles slightly, beginning to string up the lights

“Is this why you dragged me away Lady Cassandra?” You ask, “To set me up for tonight?”

“Yep,” Cassandra answers

You put the guitar down and begin helping the daughters decorate the courtyard. 

From afar, Alcina was walking around her Castle halls when she had heard one of her daughters giggling from the other side of the window. She watches as she notices you helping her daughters. She smiles when she sees her four favorite women bonding over decorating. 

Just before you could even sit after finishing the decorations, Daniela comes up to you.

“You can’t possibly be wearing that,” Daniela states, “You wear more feminine or masculine?” 

“M-Masculine but why?” you ask

“You need to dress for the part,” She states, “Come on I know where we can find some masculine clothing for you.”

She again drags you to the living quarters and begins rummaging through a rando closet.

“Is... This even your closet?” You ask 

“Nope,” She states, with no remorse that she is going through someone else’s clothing, “Not sure if you are big enough for this but here you go. Masculine enough?”

You slightly nod, “I’ll be the judge of it.”

You head off into a bathroom and begin changing into a maid’s outfit. It was a masculine style. You look at yourself in the mirror and kind of gasp.

“My my don’t you dress up finely?” A familiar voice calls from the bathroom doorframe

“M-My Lady!” You jump, recomposing yourself

“What is the occasion that my best maid is all dressed up?” She asks curiously

“N-No occasion my lady,” You lie, “Just felt like having a new uniform...”

“Alright,” She states, beginning to walk away, “Hope to see you in my chambers later tonight little dove.”

You swing your head around the doorway and watch her walk off into the castle corridors. You slump yourself against the wall and sigh in relief.

Apologies for lying My Lady. But I don’t want to ruin the moment...

When you met Daniela back in the living quarters you hear her gasp.

“Mother looks absolutely like a daddy.” She teases you

“Lady Daniela I’m not even married to your wonderful mother,” You sigh, “Were there any male maids?”

“Nope, just women,” Daniela states

“So you’re all lesbians?” You ask, beginning to follow Daniela back to the courtyard

“What’s a lesbian?” she asks

“I’ll explain it when you’re older,” You sigh, smiling

You finally seat yourself on the bench across from the bench the girls would seat Alcina in. They had told you that as soon as you heard their flies coming loser and the door opening, that’d be your cue to begin playing. 

“My my daughters you sure are eager toda- Y/n?” Alcina looks at you from across the courtyard

You almost were caught in a daze by Alcina. Intentionally or not, you were able to snap yourself away from her gaze and begin looking at your left hand for the first chord.

Wise men say Only fools rush in

You look up and away from your left hand and notice Bela beginning to vocalize with you. She comes to sit against your back as you scooch forward for her to sit against your back.

But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you? Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

You look away from your playing once more to look at Alcina and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her watching you in awe.  Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

As you strum the last chord and you and Bela’s vocals end on different but rich, smooth pitches, she gets off of your back and walks towards her sisters who were leaning against a gazebo framing.

“Y/n?...” Alcina asks 

“I love you Alcina,” You blurt out, “Ever since I came here and set my eyes upon you.” 

You almost have a panic attack when she doesn’t say anything to you, only staring at you. However, it subsides when she walks up to you, gently runs her giant fingers underneath your petite chin and kisses you. 

“I love you too my little blood bag,” She smiles

“Is there an infinite amount of nicknames you have for me my love?” You ask her, smiling, letting Daniela take the guitar from your hands

“Is this what you four little bugs were doing?” She asks

The three daughters nod.

“It was Y/n’s idea for us to help her!” Daniela states

“I loved it my little bugs,” She smiles

You held Alcina’s head against your chest as the both of you waste the remaining night away. 

“Since when could you play an instrument little blood bag?” Alcina breaks the silence 

“I’ve always known,” You answer, “I didn’t think you’d be interested in that kind of thing in a maid...”

“Would you sing it to me again little dove?” She asks you

You sigh but smile as you kiss Alcina on the top of her head, beginning to sing the song that had wooed her heart again.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Jewel

Word Count: 1.9k

Description:

Lust - an uncontrolled or illicit desire or appetite.

The Avatar of Lust wants what he wants, and what he wants, he will bloody take.

[cw: violence, body horror]

"Oh, Lilu, you are just too much!" Asmodeus giggled, his hand brushing just subtly across the shoulder of the incubus across from him as he waved away the compliment he'd just received. "But please, don't let me stop you, go on."

"No, but really, it's unfair how pretty you are," one of his favorite succubi whined playfully back. "I mean, humans are so easy to seduce it's boring, but you can just walk right up to anyone you like and they'll fall for you! To have such power...oh, it's so sexy, Asmodeus." The ring of admirers around him hummed with agreement.

"A toast! To our beautiful jewel of a leader!" one cried, raising their glass.

Out of the corner of his eye, Asmo checked his reflection in one of the dark glossy tiles on the wall, making sure to position himself just so under the VIP table's lights to perfectly accent his features before responding. "Aww, thank you all. I mean, my skin does shimmer like a jewel, thanks to that rare new lotion Nevan got for me last week, but you don't have to point it out like that - after all, everyone can see that already for themselves."

And speaking of jewels, he thought, as a sparkle caught his eye from across the room, I think I see a gorgeous one right now...

Quickly, Asmo gave one of his usual flimsy excuses to flit away from the group and approached the demon who had just walked in - and, more importantly, the brooch on the demon's coat, which glimmered softly with the shine of a powerful magical gem. It was one of the most interesting things he'd seen in a long time, and he decided right then that he just had to have it.

Staring up coyly through his long eyelashes, he purred, "Well, hello there. Today's your lucky day - wouldn't you like to come join the table of the most gorgeous person here? Who are you, sweetie?"

"No thank you."

The response was curt, without even a name, as the demon declined to meet his eyes.

Asmo resisted a pout. He didn't often get such cold treatment from a stranger, and he did not like it. After all, he was the Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful demon in all the three realms. Not to mention, this lesser demon was utterly repulsive-looking! Who did this guy think he was, ignoring him this way?

But, he had a goal here and he wasn't going to give it up so easily, even if it did mean he'd have to do a bit of flirting with an absolute horror of a face.

"Oh, come on now. Why don't I get you a drink?" Determined, Asmo took the other demon's hand in his, placing a ghost of a kiss on his fingertips as he led him towards the bar.

At that moment, he noticed the ring on the demon's finger - bronze and iron, etched with intricate symbols. Very familiar intricate symbols.

Solomon. He knew about this ring, and by extension, this demon; his sorcerer friend had told him the story a long time ago. It was Solomon's very first pact, and one he regretted deeply, as he'd only made it to save a kid he'd been fond of. A lowly demon who craved the bodies and energies of effeminate young boys, targeting only weak prey, and who had once even tried to pull Beelzebub into a pact to save his own sorry skin, though thankfully Beel was smarter than to fall for the tricks of such a low-ranking demon.

Truly, Asmo's disgust for this guy just kept increasing. And the jewel kept enticing him in, glittering with magic power in the club's flashing lights. Didn't something so beautiful belong with him, rather than with this miserable rube?

For the lesser demon's part, he just sputtered a bit in surprise at Asmodeus's boldness, finding himself pulled along before he could even give a response. "Well, I guess I don't mind a free drink..."

The Avatar of Lust waved to the bartender as he nabbed a pair of seats, signaling to get them his usual "I'm flirting, don't interrupt us please" order before turning back to his new companion. "So, what's your name, handsome?" he asked with his most charming smile, suppressing the urge to vomit at having called that appalling visage handsome.

"...Ornias," the opposing demon responded carefully. "Aren't you...Asmodeus?"

"Heehee! Why, yes I am! Isn't it your lucky night?"

"...I guess." He seemed more wary than excited, to Asmo's annoyance.

Just then, the bartender slid two glasses of glowing orange drinks towards them, saving him from having to respond to the demon's lack of enthusiasm directly. "Oh, our drinks are here - the house special, Hellfirefly Sunset Demonus!" he chirped, thrusting the glass cheerfully towards the other. "Come on, let's drink!"

He quickly downed the whole glass, urging the lesser demon to do the same. "So, Ornias, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

Whether it was the alcohol, or simply because people always like to talk about themselves, Ornias started to relax a bit. "Well," he began proudly, "I'm an Officer of the constellation of Aquarius, and..."

He was soon on a very long monologue about himself - a monologue to which Asmodeus quickly found himself zoning out. "Oh, that's so interesting," he nodded along with feigned fascination, catching a mention of...something about strangling Aquarius men for liking Virgo women...?

Seriously, how does this guy just keep getting creepier and creepier? No wonder Solomon can't stand him, Asmo thought to himself. I thought it'd be a good idea to get him talking about himself, but this is even worse than how cold he was being earlier.

Deciding he was more than done with listening to this, Asmodeus grabbed the other demon's hands again and whisked him to the dance floor, this time saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sure you didn't come to the club just to chat all night, did you? Of course you didn't! Come, dance with me!"

Unfortunately, that didn't stop Ornias at all. "Sure," he said, making some awkward steps around while trying to continue his rambling. "Anyway, so as I was saying -"

Asmo placed a finger over the annoying demon's lips and a hand on his shoulder. "Shh, hush there cutie, let's just enjoy the music and each other, shall we?" He shimmied up against his dance partner, letting his body do the work of entrancing the lesser demon so he could give his ears a break.

His peace was short-lived, though. As Ornias got more into dancing with the Avatar of Lust, it seemed some new need to try to impress him welled up inside. He blurted out, "Hey, so actually, you've heard of Solomon, right? Greatest sorcerer in the three realms, Michael's favorite, yadda yadda? He's actually a close friend of mine. I'm sure he'd make some time to meet you if I told him about you."

It took every last bit of restraint Asmodeus had to keep his eyes from rolling right out of his skull at that. He needed to speed this up fast, or he was going to lose his mind.

"Oh, would you? That's so amazing, I didn't know Solomon was friends with such an impressive demon," he replied, voice dripping with saccharine charm to hide how far he was lying through his teeth. "And you're not a bad dance partner, either. You know, you just keep getting more and more attractive...what's an Avatar of Lust to do with himself?"

Satisfied that his little name-drop seemed to have done its job, Ornias smirked and took a slight step back. "Well, thank you. You're, uh, not bad yourself."

"Oh, come on now, I live for praise. Feel free to flatter me as much as you'd like," Asmo crooned, placing his partner's hands on his waist to draw him closer again.

The lesser demon managed just a couple more compliments as his lusty companion's hands started traveling more aggressively with his dancing, tracing his lower back and shoulder blades from beneath his coat. "Mm, y-your hands are kind of cold," he stammered out as he felt the lithe fingers brushing up against his neck.

"Oh, my bad! Want to help me warm them up then?" Asmodeus giggled mischievously, resting his hands now on the ugly face in front of him instead. He drew him into eye contact, not letting the demon shy away, and continued, "Come on, you're dancing with me after all - the Avatar of Lust. It's quite the honor, you know."

He placed a light, intimate brush of his lips along his neck, and the lesser demon practically melted in his arms. "W-well...if t-that's what you want..."

"It is," he answered breathily, voice imbued with magic to carry the sensual sound to his target over the loud music of the club. "I'm all yours for tonight, just the two of us, here on this dance floor. So focus on me, okay?"

"Yes, of course..."

He leaned in close to Ornias's ear and whispered alluringly, "Now tell me, what is it that you desire?"

At last, the words he'd been waiting for fell from the annoying demon's mouth, as he could no longer resist the Avatar of Lust's charms: "Asmodeus...I want you."

Asmodeus smirked, drawing Ornias into a dark corner at the edge of the room as he batted his eyelashes with a faux sweetness.

"Why, Ornias, did you fall in love with me?"

Ornias nodded through heavy-lidded eyes, hardly able to form words as desire rapidly clouded his mind. "Yes, I...I want you..."

"Am I just to die for?" Asmo whispered into the lesser demon's ear, caressing his cheek with one hand while entwining the other around the small of his back. This close, he could feel the pounding of Ornias's heart against his own chest, like sweet music to his ears.

"Y-yes...I...would die for you...."

"Am I just to die in writhing agony for?"

"Yes, Asmodeus..."

"Good. Then die for me, darling."

Ornias gasped as suddenly a wracking pain started in his groin, which traveled quickly like venom up through his veins across his torso and throughout his whole body. Blood dripped from his eyes and mouth as Asmodeus walked clawed fingers up into his back, tearing the skin beneath his coat to ragged ribbons. With the other hand still on the lesser demon's cheek, Asmo yanked his face towards him to meet his gaze. His charm powers quickly overtook the demon's control, and before he could stop himself, he thrusted his hand deep into his own chest, pulling out the still-beating heart to hold out like a present. The Avatar of Lust let the blood run down from his lips as he sank his fangs in for a bite.

"You really are too unsightly for something this beautiful," Asmo said with a sneer.

With that, he snatched the gem off of the demon's chest and sashayed away with a cheerful hum, not sparing another glance at the convulsing form left in the corner.

--

"Oof! Solomon, please! I told you to be more gentle with me when you summon me! What if you bruise my beautiful body?!"

"Great, okay, it's not you," Solomon sighed with relief. "I suddenly felt one of my pacts brea-- Asmodeus, what is that you're wearing?" There was something oddly familiar about the red heart newly adorning the top of the golden scorpion that encircled the demon's torso.

"Ahahaha! Isn't it pretty?" the demon crowed happily, blood still dripping from his lips. "And it has so much power stored inside, too! It's just perfect for me, isn't it?"

"Oh, by the way," he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulling a ring off his finger to toss at the sorcerer, "I took care of your Ornias problem for you."

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AGOT: Eddard VIII (Chapter 33)

"Robert, I beg of you," Ned pleaded, "hear what you are saying. You are talking of murdering a child."         

"The whore is pregnant!"

Hey Ned, didn’t your daughter mention a pregnant princess? Was her story just further substantiated?

+.+

"Then let it be on my head, so long as it is done. I am not so blind that I cannot see the shadow of the axe when it is hanging over my own neck."   

"There is no axe," Ned told his king.

Were you not just informed of a plot to kill the king?

Which you still haven’t told him about.

We don’t need Ilyn Payne, I volunteer.

+.+

"But if it is a boy?" Robert insisted. "If he lives?"         

"The narrow sea would still lie between us. I shall fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water."    

Okay, but hear me out: Greyjoy.

So worried about Targaryens, you forgot about those other hooligans!

+.+

Varys gave the king an unctuous smile and laid a soft hand on Ned's sleeve. "I understand your qualms, Lord Eddard, truly I do. It gave me no joy to bring this grievous news to council. It is a terrible thing we contemplate, a vile thing. Yet we who presume to rule must do vile things for the good of the realm, howevermuch it pains us."    

Varys tasked with stalling in the previous chapter, yet he brings this news to the council. Okay, let’s figure out what the plan is.

+.+

"Mercy is never a mistake, Lord Renly," Ned replied. "On the Trident, Ser Barristan here cut down a dozen good men, Robert's friends and mine. When they brought him to us, grievously wounded and near death, Roose Bolton urged us to cut his throat, but your brother said, 'I will not kill a man for loyalty, nor for fighting well,' and sent his own maester to tend Ser Barristan's wounds." He gave the king a long cool look. "Would that man were here today."    

Kind of funny he flips.

+.+

Once I counseled King Aerys as loyally as I counsel King Robert now, so I bear this girl child of his no ill will. Yet I ask you this—should war come again, how many soldiers will die? How many towns will burn? How many children will be ripped from their mothers to perish on the end of a spear?" He stroked his luxuriant white beard, infinitely sad, infinitely weary. "Is it not wiser, even kinder, that Daenerys Targaryen should die now so that tens of thousands might live?"    

Maester Pycelle, pro-killing baby Hitler.

+.+

"When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it," he declared. "Waiting won't make the maid any prettier. Kiss her and be done with it."                 

"Kiss her?" Ser Barristan repeated, aghast.

"A steel kiss," said Littlefinger.    

+.+

"Mormont craves a royal pardon," Lord Renly reminded them.        

“Desperately," Varys said, "yet he craves life even more. By now, the princess nears Vaes Dothrak, where it is death to draw a blade. If I told you what the Dothraki would do to the poor man who used one on a khaleesi, none of you would sleep tonight."

Okay, Varys does not want Jorah to do it. What’s the plan Varys?

+.+

"Now, poison … the tears of Lys, let us say. Khal Drogo need never know it was not a natural death."                 

Grand Maester Pycelle's sleepy eyes flicked open. He squinted suspiciously at the eunuch.

I don’t know what I love more, the Pycelle reaction or Varys dropping the words ‘tears of Lys’ right in front of Littlefinger.

Power moves. 

+.+

"On Braavos there is a society called the Faceless Men," Grand Maester Pycelle offered.         

"Do you have any idea how costly they are?" Littlefinger complained. "You could hire an army of common sellswords for half the price, and that's for a merchant. I don't dare think what they might ask for a princess."    

Okay, Littlefinger does not want the Faceless Men to do it. What’s the plan Littlefinger?

+.+

Perhaps he and Catelyn would make a new son together when he returned, they were not so old yet.

🥺

+.+

And when you have it, what then? Some secrets are safer kept hidden. Some secrets are too dangerous to share, even with those you love and trust. Ned slid the dagger that Catelyn had brought him out of the sheath on his belt.

Ned, you’re wrong.

+.+

Catelyn had tried to warn him. You knew the man, she had said. The king is a stranger to you.

Catelyn I wish you took your own advice, and applied this to Littlefinger.

+.+

"I care nothing for the size of its cabins or the quality of its appointments, so long as it is swift and safe. I wish to leave at once."                 

Poole had no sooner taken his leave than Tomard announced a visitor. "Lord Baelish to see you, m'lord."

Ned was half-tempted to turn him away, but thought better of it.

Nooooo. Go, go, go!

+.+

"After you stormed out, it was left to me to convince them not to hire the Faceless Men," he continued blithely. "Instead Varys will quietly let it be known that we'll make a lord of whoever does in the Targaryen girl."    

x

Let some sellsword drunk on visions of lordship try to kill her. Likely he'll make a botch of it, and afterward the Dothraki will be on their guard. If we'd sent a Faceless Man after her, she'd be as good as buried."    

The plan is to get a halfwit to do it, botch it, and instigate a war. Got it.

Varys and Littlefinger finally on the same page.

+.+

Ned frowned. "You sit in council and talk of ugly women and steel kisses, and now you expect me to believe that you tried to protect the girl? How big a fool do you take me for?"         

"Well, quite an enormous one, actually," said Littlefinger, laughing.    

Where’s the lie?

+.+

"None … but if perchance you're still here come evenfall, I'd be pleased to take you to this brothel your man Jory has been searching for so ineffectually." Littlefinger smiled. "And I won't even tell the Lady Catelyn."    

Prick.

How many times does this ass have to insult you to your face, Ned?

Final thoughts:

Why is Robert having a rage fest at the prospect of Daenerys having a boy when Viserys already exists and is of age?

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[nightshadedawn]

Writing prompts!!

Select one of the prompts and a ship and I'll write 300 words for it! I'll keep this open for a week!

Prompts are broken up into categories and further numbered within those categories to help everyone quickly find prompts, so please either give me the category and number of prompt or the prompt itself.

Fuck

"Fuck you." "You know what, [name], I've been trying but you haven't been cooperating." "What."

"I don't hate you." "You bought an entire fucking island to avoid me so we wouldn't be roommates our second year of college." "It obviously didn't work out well because we still ended up in Art History together."

"I'm fucked, I'm screwed. I'm gonna faaaaiillll."

"Well, fuck me and leave me to bleed."

"You're crazy." "Yeah, I'm fucking insane!"

"I have fucking questions!"

"You sir- are fucking hilarious."

"I love you but you're a fucking idiot."

"Love- fuck off."

"I'm cute as all fuck, but I'm an asshole if you piss me off."

"Insomnia's a real fucker, you know?"

"Fuck it- just- breathe! Breathe, damnit!"

"You and your bisexual ass can get the fuck out of here."

"Let's fuck the world over, 'cause that's all we're good for."

"Fuck it. We're not done yet."

"Occasionally I tell people to go fuck themselves just to mess with their puny lives."

"I didn't want anyone else. Fuck it, I just wanted YOU."

"You're a fucking bisexual disaster. Don't at me, brah."

"I'm just a sad, mostly human being that doesn't know what they're doing with their life." "Only mostly?" "Granny honestly got it on so who knows what the fuck Mom is."

"I don't mind if you call me a freak, just don't say it to my face. That's really rather rude." "You're a fucking idiot." "Yes, I've been told."

"I'm DONE! I'm done acting happy, I'm done pretending to be okay, I'm DONE playing this game. I am so. Fucking. DONE. With shits like you! Don't ever come near me again."

"The only reason I kept fighting was because of the people I cared about! And you took them all away from me! I'm not done fighting yet! I'm not done fucking fighting until your body is rotting in the fucking ground!"

"Giving a fuck what other people think about you is like giving them control of your life."

"Please don't pretend to give a fuck about me. I know better now."

"They said I can't." "Well, fuck 'em." "What?" "You're not weak. It's your life. Fuck 'em. Do what you want."

"I trust you about as far as I can throw you. Which is to say I don't. I can't. I'm weak as all fuck."

"I'm as cute as a cucumber. Wait, fuck, that's a kiwi."

Shit

"When you're a sarcastic piece of shit but people keep falling in love with you anyway."

"My sister is a huge piece of shit." "Awe, that's not nice. What'd the shit ever do to you?"

"Shit aside, this isn't the worst plan put into motion."

"Literally no one cares about that shit."

"I'm not a bitch, I'm an asshole. Guys still want to screw me even if all I spew is shit."

"Congratulations! You're in deep shit."

"You've shown great aptitude for bullshitting."

"Shit... I don't... I don't know why I'm crying... Just please don't leave me alone..." "Never."

"I'm one of those people that people regularly tell me not to do stupid shit and I do it anyway."

"I've lived my life watching through windows. I'm ready to go break shit now."

"I promise, I'm okay."

"You expect me to believe that bullshit!?"

"I'm just getting a little tired of having to deal with this shit!"

"Hey, I'm kinda feeling like shit tonight. You think you could... come cuddle me?"

"I don't see myself as someone who breaks promises, spills secrets, or tells lies. I'm not a great person like that statement would suggest. I just don't talk to people enough, and when I do, I don't give enough of a shit to care."

Asshole

"'Cause sometimes, people are just assholes no one else cares about."

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to-" "Now why don't I believe you?" "Because I'm an arrogant prick and an asshole." "At least you're aware of your short comings."

"No, I'm not getting high off lemonade. What are you drinking, bitch?"

"If you're not sucking cock for the fun of it, I don't know what you're doing with your life."

"Ten out of ten. Would bang again." "Please stop." "Love you, babe."

Forget

"I haven't quite forgiven you for that." "No, I don't expect you did."

"The most unforgettable stories are also the most unbelievable, don't you know?"

"I don't need you to hold me like it's okay to forget. I need you to hold me like it's okay to remember, to hold on, and then to let go."

"Sometimes people forget... I'm not normal."

"The world is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing place. That's why it doesn't matter if in thirty years, no one remembers us."

"I want you to remember what it felt like to fight against me."

"Do you remember what it was like when we were young and alright?"

"Do you remember what I promised? That we'd always be together. I don't break promises. Not to anyone, but never to you. As long as you'll have me, I'll be right here. So please, let me stay."

"I want you to remember this feeling; it will follow you all your life."

"Why don't you remember ANYTHING I said!?"

Pain

"Don't you ever wish we could ever be something different? Like, I don't know. Something less hellish?" "I don't know. Sometimes I welcome the pain."

"I just get so restless, and I can't stop moving, and when I have to sit down and focus... it's really hard because I just want to be up. It's genuinely painful when it strikes in the middle of class or something."

"Pain is what made me human."

"You don't understand all the pain we went through to get where we are now."

"I will break, I will burn, but I will not let you hurt me."

"Listen to me and this broken heart of mine."

"It's not your fault you've been hurt before."

"I don't enjoy hurting people." "Could'a fooled me."

"Does it hurt?" "Always."

“It’s not me you have to worry about killing you if you hurt our daughter, it’s my wife.” “Oh, honey, you know me so well.”

"I knew from the beginning I'd never be able to hurt you."

"I shouldn't care. Caring only hurts."

"Sometimes when people get hurt, they shut themselves away. They push away people and the things that hurt them. But I think it's more interesting when they fight back. Revenge is a bitter tale, but it's a more interesting story told."

"I don't want to fall in love. Falling means you get hurt. I want to grow. I want to grow to love someone, see them at their smallest and grow into their mightiest. I want to grow to love, because when something grows, it never stops growing."

"My head feels heavy and my heart just hurts."

"Don't stress the small stuff. It only makes your brain hurt."

"In the end, we were made of blood that could be spilt and bones that could be broken."

"'Broken,' he'd promised. And 'broken' he'd become."

Death

"I have been scared of many things. Surprisingly, my death has never been one of them."

"They're both very strong willed, bull headed, "death to all those who defy me" kind of people."

"Even the bravest close their eyes when facing Death."

"Death seems like the best option right now." "No. No, it does not."

"Touch my phone and you accept Death as your new best friend."

"You tend to just find death everywhere you go. Isn't that a problem?"

"Death is not a good look on you, honey."

"I've got about a hundred years worth of death on my hands and isn't that great?"

"Death comes to all those who wait for it."

"Murder, death, and mayhem are my favorite things to write about."

"You are an angel of death by association. This is your duty."

"I hope you've got some kind of special armor under that dress, 'cause with the way you're surrounded, if you don't, you're gonna die."

"We're gonna die." "That's the plan."

"How many times must she die before you're satisfied?!"

"This time, I'm not letting you die for me."

"Someone's gonna die tonight, but it ain't gonna be me."

"Fine. I'll let you die. I'll just have to bring you back to life."

"But why'd you have to die?"

"If I die, it's officially Your Fault."

"Welp. time to die again,"

"No! No! You don't get to die! You don't get to die and leave me alone!"

"Don't ask me that! Don't do that!" "Why?" "Because everyone knows that when you talk about the future right before a big battle, you're gonna die!"

"When it comes down to it, I want you to make sure I die."

"How did you save them?" "Easy- I died."

"I would live and die for you, but I'd never kill."

"We are not gods. But I shall die like one anyway."

"There was a time when I swear I was just waiting to die."

"I'd rather destroy myself than let her die for me."

"The truth is- I'm just tired of watching you die."

"I've died so many times, and I'm still falling for you."

"I am so done with children." "You have nine." "And I would die for each and every one of them."

"It's a miracle in itself that you haven't died yet."

"The explosion killed thousands. How are you alive?"

"You bother me." "I can't imagine why." "Surely it has nothing to do with the fact you've killed hundreds of people including my family. That couldn't possibly be it."

"I trust you, but the question is, do you trust me?" "I trust you not to get yourself killed." "I think you might be asking a little too much."

"How are you going to tell your sister you killed her best friend?" "I'm not." "That's no way to start a relationship."

"You are legit trying to kill me." "Oh darling, if I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't be trying. You'd be dead already."

"I'm pretty sure I killed someone. But then again, I could be wrong."

"I'm going to kill someone." "Oh dear god, please be me."

"Ohhhhh, my sister's gonna kill me for this one."

"One time my sister tried to tell me I wasn't right. Valid, I wasn't. But I still tried to kill her anyway."

"Do what you will. But don't come crying to me if it kills you."

"Oh god, just kill me now." "As you wish."

"The next time somebody tries to kill, me, I'm gonna scream." "I should hope so?"

"This child threatened to kill me." "She threatened to burn the entire city to the ground. I don't see what your point is."

"We are all dead and it’s your fault!"

"Oh look. The sun is shining, nobody is dead- today's gonna be a good day."

"I swore I wouldn't do it again. But here I am. Wishing all of them dead."

"I guess being dead wasn't good enough for you. You wanted to erase me from history too."

"Who even knows if we'll be alive tomorrow?"

"What story did they tell you?" "That'd I'd never make it out alive."

"And if I refuse?" "Well, *chuckle* don't suppose you'll get out of this alive."

"You just need to survive."

"The world is a cruel, unfair place. But it's the one we live in, so we gotta do what we can to survive."

"You've done your best to destroy me, but I survived all along."

"I survive because there is nothing else I could do."

"The world didn't want me. But I survived anyway."

"I think I'm more surprised that you're telling me this than the fact that you survived it."

"We exist in this time and place. This isn't the end."

"You hide it in the corners of your mind like it doesn't exist."

"Once upon a time, there was a girl. A regular, ordinary type of girl. The kind of girl... that no longer exists."

"In any other world, we would not exist."

"Hell exists in ways you don't expect it to."

"I exist in your eyes, but not in your life."

"You weren't supposed to exist."

"I suppose that magic exists. In some way or another."

"Time is inconsequential. Unreal. It doesn't exist. All that exists is the here and now."

"The world only exists the way we want it to."

"The world need not know you exist. More importantly, the world need not know you exist as you do."

"Who's dying this time?"

"I've existed long enough to know this is a very bad idea."

"We only sort of exis

"There's something beautiful in the way you look at the world like nothing else exists."

"We exist to be tempered into impossible weapons."

"I am aware of worlds and things that should not exist."

"The difference you have to learn about the past and future is that the future gives us a reason to keep living... the past only exists to hold us back."

"You are the bane of my existence." "I'm the bane of existence in general."

"How many times have I thought about dying? Too many."

My entire life you've made me cry. All you're doing now is making me cry again.

"My room's a mess. Kinda like my life. But nobody's complaining about that."

"My life was wonderful. But it was better without you in it."

When life gives ya lemons, we find someone who has vodka and makes martinis.

"She's living her life in monochrome."

"There are some things in life that just get you down. And then there's her."

"I've been wrong all my life. This is just another instance, isn't it?

"Home is not a place. It's a feeling. Feeling of contentment, life, respect, safety. That is home."

"I live off of two things: spite and validation. I live to spite those who say I can't, but I need validation from those who say I can."

"Please don't live for tomorrow. Live for today."

"My favorite kind of people are the ones who live for themselves, and not for anyone else."

I knew we'd live forever.

"There's not enough time on Earth to see everything. We could go back a billion years and live every moment up to now, and even then we wouldn't see everything." "Nah. But with you, I'd like to try. I feel like I could do anything with you by my side."