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HOPE MIKAELSON in The Originals

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He glances up, eyes cold as the most fringed ice anyone could imagine to feel. A look made to impale, to kill if it could as his attention focuses on the woman in front of him.

❝ I don't need your absolution ; so don't hold that sword over my head. ❞

#b to James Barnes - from Peggy or Bri @timeguardians song : Don't Pray for Me artist : Within Temptation

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you're heart? ...it belongs to me. IT IS MINE!

BUT I NEED IT

*Looks at her heart medication* actually you know what? Keep it, it's yours now, take good care of it. *looks at the gifset again*

... Take *better* care of it.

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We're standing face-to-face With our own human race We commit the sins again and than our sons and daughters pay Our tainted history, is playing on repeat But we could change it if we stand up strong and take the lead

— »  ᴏɴʟʏ  @walkingthroughfire ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ  ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ  ᴛʜɪꜱ.

BONUS:

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He could stand here and he could fight for her ; and there is a part of him that is determined to do just that. And yet he wants to respect her and her wish. If that wish is for him to go -- he'll go.

But she doesn't say the words ; she simply signs them. He could joke and say that's not the same but there is a part of him that wants to grab her and shake some sense into her. Yet he doesn't, he just sighs softly and brings up his hands.

❝ Aria, please. ❞ he signs back to her instead of opening his mouth. ❝ We're all a little broken. Look at me, I'm not exactly a freshly carved statue, I've been glued back together, and not even with the good stuff. Silly glue, at best...❞

He aims to make her smile and he hopes he can get something of that sort in the moment. ❝ I don't care if you see yourself as broken, because you know what I see ? ❞ he says, sitting next to her.

❝ A brilliant woman who is stronger than she realizes. Aria...what's been done to you isn't fair, but it's not who you are.❞

“Tell me to leave and I’ll walk out forever. Just say it.” - Clint to Aria

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She knows that she's damaged in so many ways. Yes, she's a kind person at heart, she loves deeply, and she's generous. But she also runs away at the first sign of things getting complicated. She tends to run from anything that could be real because if it's real? It can be ruined by the people who brought her into the world. So she runs and she doesn't tend to stop running until everything is a tiny spec in distance.

She doesn't want to run away from him. Not really. But there's part of her that worries about staying. What if they find a way to ruin things? What if they hurt him like they had hurt Callum? She was a grown woman now but inside she was still a scared girl in many ways. Tell me to leave.

It's not a difficult sentence at all. It's not that many words. She should be able to tell him to leave. Just go and not come back. But she can't bring herself to say it. She can say a lot of things. But not tell him to go away and never come back.

She took a moment and a deep breath considering her words. Signing had always been something they had shared since he'd discovered that she could. So she would use it in this moment since she couldn't bring herself to speak. "You deserve better. I'm broken." And she let her hands fall to her sides right after.

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New border for icons incoming, because my ass can't decide on nothing.

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❝ We won’t mention the pancakes.❞ James chuckles, shaking his head slowly. ❝ That's mentioning the pancakes, doll. ❞

Send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you...

♡ JAMES & CASS — @walkingthroughfire

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? James, on a picnic ( with the help of Sam )

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂? James

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂? James just giving her classic nicknames

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂? Considering his lack of cooking skills, Cass. XD We won’t mention the pancakes.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲? I believe they both have a good sense of music, though my impression is they tend to gravitate more towards music from the 1930s to the 1940s. Nevertheless, they do make an effort to explore new genres together?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳? I believe it becomes a habit for Cass to dominate the bed space, despite her stature. When James is ready to sleep in a bed again, with her, she might even sprawl across him.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? James

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴? Cass

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽? Kinda see both of them being the big spoon

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃? James :(

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳? Cass

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰? Both but not excessively.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂? None of them

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈? Both

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇? Both

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴? James.

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: In Wakanda, where she stayed with him as he entered cryo-sleep, witnessing his complete liberation from HYDRA with her assistance. Seeing the joy and relief on his face, emotions she had never before witnessed or experienced in him, surely became her most treasured memory—especially considering she was the one who had inflicted so much pain upon him.

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: despite being compelled to manipulate his mind to keep him devoid of memories and emotions, she wish she had possessed the strength to break him free sooner.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶: it would be to have rejected HYDRA, and get herself killed instead of doing those things to James.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴: pressing their foreheads together, exchanging small gifts, and him bringing flowers, because he still seems to be classic romantic kind of man.

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  They look into each other's eyes , his hand cups her cheek while his calloused thumb brushes slowly against her skin. They could fight this, they could find a way to make it so that they were nothing more than what they once were a long time ago. Colleagues, friends, but nothing more.

Steve can't go back to that -- he doesn't want to go back to that. Ever since he met her his life has been turned upside down but that was never a bad thing in Steve's eyes. She let him see the world outside of it's own bubble that sat in shades of black and white. She brought a color to it that was unlike any other that he's ever seen.

He's tired of fighting this. Every day is another battle and yet when it comes to her there is only one thing he wants, one thing he needs. With her she makes him stronger than the serum ever could. With her by his side his faith doesn't waver and he doesn't falter. He knows that with her he'll always have someone who has his back. Not simply out there on the field ; but in life as a whole. He's lost enough in his past life, and in this one.

But the one thing he refuses to lose is this. Her.

❝ I need you like water , like breath, like rain ... like the mercy from Heaven's gate. There's a freedom in your arms and it carries me through...I need you.❞

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Song: I Need You Artist: LeAnn Rimes

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She and Peter have been hanging out together a lot -- more than her father would deem appropriate as though this were Victorian England and she's to be courted until he gives his approval. Okay, so Jessa may have binged on Bridgerton the other day but the fact remains that she still feels like her father is keeping an eye out somehow as they walk through the park, hand in hand.

There is something about him that brings out the best in Jessa, makes her want to be everything everyone says she can be. But the conversation of what they are comes up. Truth is she has fallen for him at some point, but the way she gives him such a teasing smile at his question.

❝ I'm not saying I'm in love. I'd admit it if I was. I'm just saying I believe you're beginning to get to me.❞

But the way she looks at him it's clear as day.  She's been in love with him for some time now.

Send 🎶 for me to shuffle my muse's playlist and write a starter based on the song that plays! @dasmirakel ft. Peter Song: Beginning to Get To Me Artist: Clay Walker

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❝ I'm not special. ❞ she frowned, giving a glance up to her mother. ❝ Who the heck am I to think I'm special ? ❞ She has abilities that others may not have, but does that matter ? Strength and speed but does that really mean anything.

Trying to find her place in a world that back and forths it's stance on those like her, her mother and even her dad ... then there is her and her brother. Abnormals with not only mutations but enhanced genes from a lab. But does that make them anything more than freaks of nature ?

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━━ ✦ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 ; it felt like for a time she knew loss like the back of her hand before she found joy. Joy came in the form of a smile from his lips and comfort from his touch. What he does for a living is protect those who need it. Sometimes she's too stubborn to realize that even she needs to be protected. To have someone looking out for her like she used too.

Sometimes she wondered if Chin was sent to her from Dominic. Someone who could match wits and fire with her and not feel intimidated by her light. And at the thought of this is followed by the thought of losing him and it makes her heart stop and it fills her with a sense of dread she never wanted to live again.

❝ I understand, Chin, I do. But I need you to understand that I would do the very same for you. I can't lose you. ❞ While his drops hers breaks as she brings her hand to her mouth hoping to quiet any whimpers that may form from her.

❝ And I never want you to be hurt because of me.❞

⊹ · ⸻ @walkingthroughfire ; answered dream letter : ‘ ʜᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ? ’ — ɴᴀꜱʀʏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜɪɴ

𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. Memories, like phantoms at the edge of sight, pricked at his heart. This situation mirrored a fear that had taken root since losing his wife. The raw ache, a wound barely healed by time, rose unbidden, coloring his actions. He hadn't meant to overstep.

❝ Nas, ❞ Chin Ho starts, his voice a low tremor. ❝ Listen, after Malia... after everything...❞ He falters, his gaze dropping to his hand hovering close to hers. It clenches, not in anger, but with silent desperation. ❝ I know you can. You're strong like a wave I wouldn't wanna try and outrun. But see, ❞ his eyes meet hers again, ❝ the thought of losing someone else I love...it takes the fight right out of me. Makes me want to shield you with my own damn body, even if it seems crazy. ❞ A rueful smile tugs at the corner of his lip. ❝ Maybe I am being a overprotective fool. But, ❞ His voice drops to a husky whisper. ❝ You... ❞ He hesitates, searching for the right words. ❝ You make me feel like the sun after a long, cold night. You're the light I need to keep safe, even if it means burning myself out in the process. ❞

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Cassandra  tiptoes  to  the  living  room  table  to  place  a  plate  down  gently,  the  ceramic  making  a  soft  clinking  sound  against  the  wood.  On  it,  she  centers  the  cupcake,  its  frosting  gleaming  slightly  in  the  morning  sun,  like  freshly  fallen  snow  under  a  winter  moon.  She  lights  a  single  candle,  its  flame  dancing  softly,  and  it  causes  a  smile  tinged  with  bittersweet  knowing.  She  finishes  the  scene  with  a  flourish,  placing  a  small  handwritten  note  that  reads  “𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂  𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂"  beside  the  cupcake.  Stepping  back,  her  gaze  lingers  on  the  small  flame  until  she  hears  James  stirring  in  the  other  room,  the  familiar  sound  of  his  movements  bringing  a  broader  smile  to  her  lips.  Soon  he  would  find  her  surprise,  a  small  token  of  her  love,  a  promise  of  the  many  days  they  would  face  together.  For  its  not  just  his  birthday,  a  day  to  celebrate  all  he  has  endured  and  to  call  his  new  year  a  new  start.  With  that  thought,  she  retreats  around  the  corner  to  await  his  surprised  reaction.

Truth be told he doesn’t think of his birthday anymore, to him it’s another day. So many missed to a point he wonders why he even remembers let alone if anyone else even does. He won’t hold it against them if they don’t but to his surprise someone did.

He looks it over and he can’t help the pull of a smile at the corner of his lips seeing the handwritten note, the cupcake from her. To the candle he looks  and he leans forward a bit. “I suppose I make a wish.” He says, lips pursed as he thinks about it. What does he wish for? He doesn’t tell, but it’s clear he thinks of something in the way he smiles before blowing out the flame in a single breath. 

Then swipes some icing with a finger. “ Hey baby? “ He calls to Cassandra. “ I think a birthday fairy left a cupcake on the table.” 

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"I've done the whole mind control thing. Not a fan."

AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON (2015)

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Chris Evans as Steve Rogers Avengers: Infinity War (2018) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo