#I will always find you

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

From "you're Henry's birth mother?" to "she'll always be Madam Mayor to me." they found each other over and over again, in every realm, in every situation.

they are the embodiment of true love and I don't care about what anyone else says

[a-happy-beginning]

You. You found me.

—Snow White to Prince Charming, Once Upon a Time, “Pilot”

[emyryld]

@spasticatt has an amazing fic called In Between. It is seriously always open on my phone. It is deliciously detailed and FULL of great beats. This moment always stands out to me, as it's Gambit's POV of Rogue, and I'm sure he just fell in love with her a little bit more. I tried to do my best @spasticatt , thank you so much for chatting with me and giving this great fic, I think it's so, soooo good!!!!! I'll try to link the story in the comments. The uncensored version is under the cut...

[acourtofquestions]

She would know if he were dead. She would know it, in her heart, her soul, if he were gone. He was down there. He was down there, She had made him a promise. She had sworn him an oath, all those months ago. I will always find you.

[disneyfanatic1993]

🪝CaptainSwan🦢

I was looking up references of a specific room in Arendelle’s castle from season 4 of “Once Upon A Time,” and it just reminded me of how much I miss these two… 🥺😫

(I had to play around with Killian’s stubble quite a bit, because he kept looking like Tony Stark 🤣🤣🤣)

[pixiereblogs]

Pixie Recaps Picard | Dominion

[beckawinchester]

Day 14

Favorite Quote

“I will always find you.” It’s been said so many times in the series and it always happens. True love always wins.

[backtothefanfiction]

IT’S COMING!!!!

To mark reaching 600 of you following me now, I’ve decided to come back to this and get it done and out there finally!!!

I Will Always Find You will be 7 interconnected short stories playing on the idea of reincarnation with some of the Pedro and Oscar boys. I was originally going to do this a few years ago with each “lifetime” being a full fleshed out story but I just could never dedicate the time to do it. Instead I’m going to try and do them like my late night one shots so the event of the story is the pinnacle of that lifetime and in a way I can reference the other things that would have happened so you can still have an idea of what the whole stories would have been.

I am going to write these out and then choose 1 week in November to post all the stories 1 per day, Monday to Sunday. Below you can find the full list of characters and story themes. Please put in writing on this post if you want to be tagged!

Monday- Oberyn’s story

Tuesday - Poe Dameron & Din Djarin (Western Au)

Wednesday - Agent Whisky (60s Secret Agent Au)

Thursday - Blue Jones (Part 2 of 60s Au)

Friday - Javier Peña

Saturday - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia & Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales

Sunday - Marcus Moreno

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Once again, thank you so much for 600!!! You guys are amazing!!!!

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “Haven't I given enough?”

Song: Two Birds - Regina Spektor

For Tolya x Reader please!!

In Times Of War - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warning: Canon Compliant Violence, Suffering And Threat. War. Loss. Not Beta/Proof Read.

You knew the fight was never going to be easy. Going up against The Darkling and his loyal Grisha was never going to be easy. But amplified and relentless Grisha, it is hard to not feel like this is a losing battle.

You can feel the blood rushing in your ears, your bones ache from the fighting, but you just keep moving. You can see Tamar to your left, she has her hands pressed together, in a tight formation, as she pulls her hands closer to her chest, the durast she is up against doubles over, hand clawing at his heart as if any action could dislodge the pain, the man crumples to the floor and does not get up.

You notice the man about to lunge for you quickly enough that you can smash your elbow into the side of his skull, hitting the soft spot on the high temple, you don't hit as hard as you had planned and the man just stumbles back. You don't have much time to plan your next more before he is hauling himself at you again. He freezes, for a moment before he gets to you, you land your right palm fiercely down on his face, shattering the bone in his nose, the man falls to the floor, his breathing laboured.

You have enough time now to look to your right, and you see Tolya, moving in a similar motion to Tamar minutes before, as the man's breathing gets worse and worse you realise the stumble before had been Tolya's doing. Between his own hand to hand combat he was watching your fighting closely, and throwing you assistance where he can.

"Thank you," you mouth in the chaos, and he nods at you, understanding.

The battlefield would never be your first choice of place to be, violence although sometimes necessary did not come so naturally to you as it did to others. But you could handle yourself well enough, it had seen you this far, but knowing Tolya was close, and he had your back, it gave you a sense of safety and assurance you rarely felt.

When Tolya said he would do anything in his power to keep you safe, keep you from harm, you believed him.

Tamar moves both her axes in unison and you turn away from the bloodbath that ensues.

Tolya slides his sword across the ground, and you're surprised, it is rare to see the sword in its sheath, and it's rarer to see Tolya favouring anything but the blade in a fight. He moves quickly, using his leg to swipe out someone else's, knocking them to the floor, and he has moved over them, grabbed his sword with one hand and made his advances onto the next before the man hits the ground.

A bullet tears through a nearby barricade and it sends wood splintering everywhere. Tamar, ever the warrior, takes a few steps back, and lands an axe in the back of someone attempting to land a shot on her, they don't manage it. Their body drops and Tamar who knows better than to her back on a wounded adversary, swings her other axe back around to finish the job.

You turn to run, but something knocks you off your feet, and the air is yanked from your chest as you hit the ground hard. You aren't sure if it's the impact or a Squaller ripping the air out of you.

Tolya's reaction is subconscious, automatic. He runs at the Grisha towering above you, cutting them down with a single swing and a quick response the backup who came after him in turn.

Somewhere in the distance between your head thundering from the pain, and the ache of your bruised skin, the cut in your leg that you didn't even feel before you hit the ground, you can hear another familiar voice. You think it might be Nina, it sounds like it could be Nina.

You try to get up quickly, and you feel like your whole body is on fire but you have to keep moving.

It is Nina, she has knocked five men down, which is impressive, but their are eight and she is feeling backed up, you don't have to be a Heartrender to sense everyone's fear.

Mortal danger brings clarity.

You make it to your feet, and your eyes search Tolya out, desperate to find him in the crowd, desperate to be sure he is okay.

Mortal danger brings clarity.

But you cannot see him, in all the fighting you don't know where he has gone. You can hear Tamar calling out your name. You move, lumbering at first but soon the adrenalin takes over, and you're running. Tamar grabs your arm, and you feel your pain lessening.

You shake your head. "Save it," you advise. "What is it Nina is always saying? It's so much easier to tear people apart when put them back together, isn't that why Heartrenders and Healers are defined as such."

Tamar laughs and it would feel out of place is Tamar's laugh didn't so soften feel like a battle cry. "We don't use such narrow terms," she reminds you.

"I don't like this," you say. Tamar laughs.

"It's war, I would be worried if you did," Tamar looks around, and you know in your heart who she is searching for.

"Have you seen Tolya?" you ask. Tamar shakes her head.

There's a heat, a searing heat to the right, as something is set on fire, and Tamar heads fowards.

You take a moment to catch your breath, eager to find Tolya, eager to be done with the fighting. You were relying on others now, you just had to keep moving.

Everything was coming back into focus, you hadn't even realised how blurred your vision had become from the winding, but now your breathing was becoming rooted in something steadier once again. You felt as if you were returning into yourself.

You move through the fighting, like a ghost, as people seem to fall either side of you. It feels nothing short of a waking nightmare. Your eyes are searching for Tolya, it's all you seem to be able to do.

Your mind is screaming, racing with all the worst thoughts. All the ways things could have gone wrong, all the reasons you might never see him again.

No. You try to shake the thoughts away, like if you knock them hard enough they'll shatter out of the realms of possibility, like if you push them far enough away they couldn't come true.

'Haven't I given enough?' You feel like screaming. So much pain and loss and anger boiling up inside of you. You cannot add Tolya to the losses. You can't.

You wouldn't survive it.

You couldn't survive it.

You feel someone grab you and pull you back against a wall, you turn and the scrawny stranger with long coat and his hand deep in a brown satchel that clinks and rattles as he rustles through it. He pulls out a small fabric wrap and throws it a distance, and flicks up the length of his coat to shield you both from the blast. A piercing white light can be seen from behind the fabric, and then it's gone. Wylan you presume. He is skittish as he talks. "We need to go," he says.

You follow him, and a familiar face joins the side of you. "Didn't think we would see you again gorgeous," Jesper says, his smirk bright, as he flips one of his guns into the air, catches it with the opposite hand and takes a shot, which lands perfectly, as they always seem to. There wasn't a doubt in your mind Jesper could shoot the scent off a skunk at almost any distance. And he knew it.

"Have you seen Tolya?" you manage to ask. Wylan shakes his head.

"Things are getting worse from here up," Jesper explains, "you might want to pick a Saint and start praying."

Only one prayer comes to mind. But it was the only one that matters. Please, let Tolya be okay.

On the other side of a few barricades Tolya is dealing with a Tidemaker, he can feel the pain in his shoulders and ribs, but the pain is a sensation and he tries his best to block it out, set it aside. He keeps reminding himself over and over, as he absorbs the pain, swallowing it.

Water hits Tolya with a force, he has been expecting it, anticipated it, and in the moments after landing he let his body relax. He did not let the Tidemaker land another.

He sees people he recognises around him, but no one he is looking for. He just keeps moving. He finds himself shoulder to shoulder with Nikolai and the relief is overwhelming as he spots Tamar to the other side.

"Good to see you," Nikolai smiles.

"You had us worried for a minute," Tamar says. Tolya looks at Tamar and Tamar can see the question on his face, she shakes her head. "I lost them back at the fire." Tamar hears it as she says it, her poor choice of words. "I'm sure it's fine."

"We need to keep moving," Nikolai says, "things are about to get a lot worse before they get better. But hey, either we win or I get that hero's death I always wanted, silver linings."

"Always the optimist," Tamar says.

The explosion is noticed first by all, Nikolai looks up, trying to figure out where it was coming from. But you don't hear a single thing said as soon as you spot Tolya with them. You could scream the thanks to every Saint you know but you just find yourself staring. He sees you and he breaks out into a smile.

"You scared me," you tell him as you make your way over to him as quickly as you can.

"You think I wouldn't make my way back to you?" he asks, pulling you in for a tight hug. "I'll always make my way back to you. Always."

[littleunrequitedlovestuff]

[notnursenightingale]

And now, farewell, Sir Knight; and if you cannot think of me as a man of nice conscience, acknowledge me at least as one of reason and judgement.

|| Sir Walter Scott, The Fair Maid of Perth

[kieraplume]

Snowing & CaptainSwan.💘 The Love is strongest than everything.🔥❤️

[a-happy-beginning]

It’s what this family does. We find people. We always do.

—Charming, Once Upon a Time, “White Out”

[emyryld]

Day 1, Battle couple

@ludi-ling , House of Cards is just brilliant, and this scene just stuck in my head. There are so many emotions happening for them, from Rogue finding out Remy is alive to knowing where this is leading to Remy knowing also where this is leading and having even more foreign, complex thoughts about finding his chere. I hope i did it a little justice. Happy Romy week everybody!!!!

[acourtofquestions]

"The girl is a fool. The bravest I've ever seen, but a fool nonetheless."

[bht-of-tardis]