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[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

A soulmate who wasn't meant to be~ Alhaitham x Gn!reader

Was our relationship just a joke to you...? T/W- angst, slight yelling, break up, mentions of alcohol, no comfort

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"You can't just admit your wrong can you?" You barked

"You're so irratating." Alhaitham just seemed so fed up.

"Oh I'm irratating, you're the one who won't listen to a single thing i say."

"You're being so irrantional."

"Just leave Alhaitham."

"I wish i never married you."

Alhaitham never went out for drinks, but tonight was different. He had just accused you of cheating, and couldn't admit he was wrong. Because he never could, his precious ego would suffer a serious blow.

Usually going out wasn't his thing, be he needed to get out of that house. You were upset and crying and he just couldn't deal with it. All alhaitham could think about is how you were most likely texting other guys. Probably organizing to go over to their places because he was out of the picture.

He drowned his anxiety in more beer, just trying to forget the horrible things he'd said. But it was you who caused this, you had been texting other guys? Hadn't you? He started to feel a little tipsy and the same could be said for another person across the room.

Slowly the girl started to make her way to Alhaitham, tripping and stumbling all while not spilling the drink in her hand.

"Wha.. Whats a hand *hic* some man like yo.. you doing here?"

"Not much"

"Oh co...come onnnn."

"I just felt like going out".

She made advances on Alhaitham but he didn't seem to mind. If you were over him, surely he could have some fun. The girl made her way towards his lips, just trying to get a taste. Still, he didn't resist, letting her take control

Where the hell is he? You thought.

He had been out for hours, usually, he'd be back by now. He'd always come back... right? You decided to go out looking for him. Despite the argument you missed him, he may have been a bitch, but you still loved him. You wanted to apologize for what you said and maybe get him to as well.

You wandered the streets, looking in every place you thought he could be. It was starting to reach midnight and bars were still open. Maybe he had gone to someone else's house, like Kaveh or Tighnari. Alhaitham was just nowhere to be found.

Well, that was until you walked past the window of a bar. Alhaitham was sitting on a barstool holding a woman on his lap. His lips were pressed against her and she was holding his head to make the kiss deeper.

"What...? Alhaitham..." Tears formed quickly in your eyes, blurring the scene.

You walked into the bar, staring directly at the man. You were shaking and just wanted some type of explanation. No, he didn't deserve to get one.

"Alhaitham..?"

He stopped the kiss and looked at the voice who called him named. "Honey?"

He stood up pushing the girl off his lap and ran towards you. "Love you here!" His words were slurred he was obviously drunk.

"Don't call me that. Was our relationship just a joke to you?"

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb with me, I watched you make out with another person. And right after you accused me of cheating as well." The tears were leaving stains on your cheeks and they were refusing to stop coming. "We're over Alhaitham."

You went to walk out as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in for a kiss. "Don't touch me."

Even if he was drunk he could see you were pissed. "Y/N don't leave me, please. I love you."

And with those 3 words, you walked out of the bar whispering,

I loved you too..;

[pinacoladamatata]

so like i was dressed up as ellen ripley, right, and some little girl saw me and started tugging on her dad's shirt excitedly going "dad! dad it's ripley! ripley's here!" and her dad turned around and saw me and was like "yes she is! that's why we're safe from the alien!"

and i

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[saintlioncourt]

watched Logan (2017) for the first time after watching every single x-men/wolverine movie this week and lemme tell you-

I am NOT okay. what the FUCK

[kingleedo]

ONEUS 'Same Scent' Traditional Ver || Leedo

[awtysm-cryptid]

There's always a sense of pain i feel with potc and the kids of pirates becoming or being pirates

cause there was probably very little other places to go if your parents was a known pirate and if you did manage to get out god forbid anyone find out who your parent is

Like people would immediately recognise the names of characters like Barbossa, Black Beard and Edward Teague (Jack's dad who was Pirate Lord of Madagascar before becoming Keeper of the Code). Quite frankly it feels like your screwed to a life of piracy(and other crimes) from the beginning

enjoy these sad thoughts (some of which arent canon and are me making shit up (eg Jack and Teague had a reasonable good father-son relationship and Jack followed his father's footsteps happily from what i can tell)and (hopefully cause itd be cool) fic inspirations

[call-me-pup2]

Getting myself all emotional on a Thursday morning from watching videos I took when I first brought my dogs home, they were such tiny babies 😭 We've all been through so much and grown up together 🥲

[sk3l3t0n444]

just finished neo and im totally not crying dont fucking worry about it

[makkie-is-screaming]

and now my moms fighting w me bc my cat sleeps in my room but my cousins in there on he phone still and she wants to go to bed so I put him in there but she was insisting he’s not okay in there with her so I *had* to check on him n when I went to check he got out n she was just yelling at me and telling me to get my cousin off her phone

[always-a-joyful-note]

I've finally finished part 5. And.....once again, I would talk about it way more if I wasn't in shambles......it was such a good wrap up to the story arc about the past. The whole stuff about Zero's wounded legacy finding healing, even if it's not a complete resolution. The Nanase Twins getting to perform together on stage and fulfilling an old dream before all the tragedy and changes struck. Minami and Nagi getting a little more closure with Sakura. Even Kujo finding a bit of redemption. So now, I guess, it's time to start resolving the story arc about the future....

[concernedbrownbread]

Guess who just watched newsies

ID: Digital sketch of the newsies poster, where a boy holds a newspaper while jumping in the air, the word "newsies" across the canvas. END ID

Reference:

ID: Poster of newsies, the broadway musical. END ID

[daphnalia]

ok fuck it im gonna

Talk.

Anthony burxh and the queer youth is the most tragic ything ice rvet.. experienced. it gets me every time bro

like no juoke i thohht og yeet and hrant randomly yestrday and starfrd tearing up. hes cahnged my life forverv, the cock

Idk i. Taht sounds maen. hes also the cooledt person i know of tho so its ok

[sweet-as-kiwis]

Oh I am so fucked next semester

[starlooove]

Me realizing that when I’m doing it in the privacy of my own room with nobody around there’s no possible way I’m faking it or being over dramatic for attention.

[yewstronaut]

*insert bat emoji here*

[lizardindisguise38]

i just now realized i am a bad memory to her and now i get why