#yes my dear I’m gonna kill the god whom you hold dear to your heart and worship

[grimeowkin]

I always find it funny that Varré doesn’t cease calling the Tarnished “my Lambkin” even after they’ve chosen to invade him. I know he’s saying it in a scornful manner (and throws couple of insults your way right after) but it still makes me giggle.

[keijislove]

Happiness: Harry Potter X Muggle!Reader

Ding dong

The bell at Number Four, Privet Drive rang.

‘Boy, scurry off!’ Petunia growled at Harry; afraid he would do something to the person who was at the door.

Harry hid inside his old broom cupboard.

Even after spending two whole years at Hogwarts, and about to start his third, the Dursleys never let him come and see whoever was at their door.

It’s not like I’d stun them, Harry gloomily thought. I’ve got better things to do.

In truth, he really hadn’t.

Which is why he peeked through the small crack in the door to see who was there.

Petunia opened the door.

‘Er, yes?’ Harry heard her say.

‘Mrs. Dursley, good afternoon!’ a voice spoke.

The voice was gentle and sweet, a great variation from the Dursleys’ harsh, barking tones towards Harry.

It was the voice of a girl; one he did not know.

‘How may I help you dear?’ Petunia smiled.

‘Er, well, Dudley took my maths book yesterday, and I-I have a test coming up day after, so could you please ask him to lend it back?’ the voice asked.

‘Of course.’ Petunia smiled. ‘Come in, dear.’

That was when Harry finally saw the owner of the calming voice.

It was you.

Looking ever so beautiful and elegant with a halo of politeness surrounding you.

Petunia went upstairs to retrieve your book.

He did not know why exactly, but Harry felt like he had to talk to you.

He had to.

And if he didn’t, then the chance would be lost forever.

He walked out of the cupboard.

‘Oh!’ you exclaimed in surprise.

‘Er, sorry.’ He muttered, feeling foolish.

‘No, no... quite alright... I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N. you are?’ you asked, holding out your hand.

‘Harry. Harry Potter.’ He said, shaking your hand.

You frowned slightly. ‘Potter... I’ve heard that before... you’re Dudley’s cousin, aren’t you?’ you asked.

‘Er, yeah.’ Harry awkwardly said.

For a moment, a small flash of fear took over your face, but you tried your best to hide it.

Harry noticed it anyway.

He felt anger bubbling up inside him.

‘I don’t go to St. Brutus’ if that’s what’s scaring you.’ He said with more venom than intended.

You looked positively nonplussed. ‘Oh? Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry. It’s just that... Dudley says such awful things about you... I’d started thinking you were a mad hooligan!’

‘Dudley says a lot of things that aren’t true. For instance, he beat up a toddler and told me he’d won a boxing match.’ Harry shook his head.

You giggled slightly.

‘So... you’re his friend, then?’ Harry asked.

You looked down. ‘Uhm... well, no. I’m afraid he’s not very nice to me. I don’t think he likes me much.’

Harry felt yet another wish to strangle his cousin.

‘Why’d you lend him your book, then?’ he asked in confusion.

You sighed. ‘I didn’t. He took it from me when we were out during recess.’

‘Prat.’ Harry muttered.

When they heard Petunia’s footsteps, Harry jumped back inside the broom cupboard.

She was wiping fake tears, mumbling.

‘Diddykins, always such a gentleman. Asking for a girl’s book so politely.’ She mumbled.

You had to look away in order to roll your eyes.

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Needless to say, you and Harry became friends since that day.

The Dursleys would always kick him out, and this used to annoy him, but now he had somewhere to go, so he used to leave without a word.

You two would meet up in the nearby playground and do one of the things Harry considered a big privilege.

You’d talk.

Nothing in particular, you’d sit on the swings and just talk.

Harry deeply wished he could tell you about Hogwarts, how Voldemort was a huge threat to his existence, but what would you think?

You’d call him mad.

You still followed the same routine.

You’d talk, everyday you’d talk and talk and one day he would leave, leave you behind, lonely.

Things however, changed quick after that.

He had just gotten home from third year, and was spending the summer there.

You had met up as usual, and he’d excitedly told you how his best friend, Ron Weasley, had invited him to stay over that Sunday for the rest of the vacation.

‘Oh... you’re leaving so soon?’ you had asked, and Harry thought he had heard the slightest bit of sadness in your voice, but that couldn’t be.

You wouldn’t be sad if he left, he wasn’t even on your priority list.

Which is what he thought.

To you, Harry was that cute boy whom you could consider one of your closest (and only) friends.

So, upon hearing that piece of news, you were jealous of this Weasley person.

No, that wouldn’t be right. You thought. He’s been at that school for three years; you’ve just met him. Why would he want to stay because of you?

You had been lonely that summer, and when Harry came back, it was unusual.

When he came back from his fourth year, he was a mess.

He’d jump at the slightest things, like a cat or a stray dog, and would hyperventilate a lot.

One day, he’d had a particularly bad panic attack.

You were on your swings, as usual, when Harry started rolling around on the floor, clutching his head.

You had gotten used to this, so you crouched next to him.

‘Ssh, Harry, breathe.’ You’d soothingly whisper. ‘Focus on your breathing, take deep breaths. Yes, that’s better, isn’t it?’

Harry was more grateful to you than he could have been.

Despite you not knowing the reason his scar hurt, you didn’t poke in further.

You left it at that and helped him whenever he needed help the most.

Your heart sank when Dudley’s gang came marching.

You hurriedly propped Harry up on the swing, before sitting down yourself.

‘Come on a date with a girlfriend, have you?’ Dudley sneered at Harry, his mates laughing loudly.

Yet another surge of anger passed through Harry’s body. ‘Beat up another ten year old, Dudley?’

‘This one deserved it.’ Dudley nonchalantly replied.

‘Five against one... that’s nice.’ Harry snapped.

Dudley’s lips curled over his teeth in a snarl. ‘At least I’m not afraid of my pillow! Don’t think I don’t hear you moaning in your sleep!’

A muscle was jumping in Harry’s jaw.

‘Leave it.’ You whispered.

‘Oh, don’t kill Cedric!’ Dudley mocked. ‘Who is Cedric, your boyfriend?’

More laughter issued as you held onto Harry tighter.

‘Mum, he’s gonna kill him!’ Dudley went on. ‘Where is your mum? Where is your mum, Potter? Is she dead? Is she dead?!’

You had released Harry; however, it was not him who went up to Dudley.

‘Pathetic!’ you snarled in his face. ‘What do you think you’re playing at, joking about his mother’s death? Absolutely pathetic!’

Dudley had given you a half smile, gesturing to his friend.

One of the boys held you and slammed you against the roundabout, making you hit your head as you groaned.

Harry jumped up and pointed his wand right at Dudley.

It was at that moment, that the skies darkened, as if a storm was ahead.

In mid-summer.

You and Harry walked home, Dudley following behind.

Suddenly, you felt cold.

Not because of the lack of warmth, but because it became really, really cold.

You heard a scream as your vision darkened.

Harry choked for air as a Dementor held him in place, desperately searching for his wand.

He saw you collapse to the floor, panting heavily.

With great effort, Harry grabbed his wand and managed to croak out.

‘EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!’

A silver stag rose out of Harry’s wand tip and fought off the Dementor holding him in place, before heading to you.

The Dementor instantly dropped you, almost scowling, which it would have done if it had no face, and glided out of the alleyway.

Dudley looked sick, but Harry didn’t care.

He rushed to your side immediately.

‘Oh my god, oh my god, cloaks.’ You whispered. ‘Cold air, c-cloaks, I saw my father die... all o-over a-again and i-it was so c-cold, all over...’

Harry shushed you, smiling understandingly at your rambling, disgusted at whoever sent those stupid Dementors to harm somebody as innocent as you.

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‘So... he’s a wizard.’ You clarified, looking at the batty woman whose living room you were sprawled across.

‘And a ruddy good one at that, I mean, a corporeal Patronus at his age-’ she said.

‘Mrs. Figg.’ You interrupted. ‘He’s... he’s going to come back next summer, isn’t he?’

‘Of course, dear, whyever not?’ she looked at you as though you’d gone mad.

‘Those things... Dementors, as you said... were they trying to harm Harry?’ you tentatively asked.

‘Yes dear, sadly, yes.’ Mrs. Figg distractedly muttered. ‘Mundungus Fletcher, when I get my hands on that little squat again, I swear!’

You were trembling.

Something was after Harry, something terrible.

And you were in no power to help him.

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‘Is something the matter?’ you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face.

‘Have you ever tried macaroons; I reckon they’re brilliant.’ Harry mumbled, ignoring you.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Harry.’

Sighing, Harry looked at you. ‘Hm?’

‘What’s wrong?’ you repeated.

‘Nothing.’

Lies.

‘Harry, something is very much wrong, and you know it.’ You disapprovingly said. ‘What is it?’

Harry sighed. ‘Its just... he’s growing stronger, you know. I... I fear there might be a day where I go to Hogwarts and never come back.’

Your heart sank into your stomach.

‘Its... cmon, Harry.’ You spoke. ‘We can’t... if you think like that, then, you’re not going to fight very well, are you? I’ll have you know, I am always here for you, and I have absolutely no intentions of letting whoever kills you live in peace.’

Harry chuckled at your scathing threats.

‘I’m gonna miss you, Y/N/N.’ Harry mumbled, intertwining your fingers with his.

You sighed. ‘I’ll miss you too Harry.’

More than you can imagine.

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‘Harry Potter, open this door!’ you screamed, banging furiously, not caring it was raining and you were sopping wet.

‘Harry, I swear, I WILL BREAK THIS DOOR!’ you yelled, ripping your throat raw.

The door hesitantly opened, as a certain boy stood before you.

Choking an enormous sob, you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

Sobbing into his shoulder, you melted into his touch.

‘Ssh Y/N, ssh.’ He mumbled soothingly.

‘Harry Potter.’ You croaked. ‘You had best returned from this war ALIVE.’

‘I’ll try Y/N/N.’ Harry whispered. ‘I’ll try.’

Your sobs were growing uncontrollable, and Harry did the only thing he could think of to shut you up.

He kissed you.

Slowly and carefully, his lips took in your own, as you melted into the kiss.

Not caring about the salty tears you could taste, you gently stroked his cheek.

When you pulled apart, you sniffed. ‘Good luck, Harry.

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The rain beat down on your house heavily, as you sat near your window.

Something was wrong, you could sense it.

He’s alive... God, no, he’s alive, please.

Each thought, each dream, showed you endless ways Harry would be dying.

You hated it.

After many days of crying, a knock on your door made you jump.

‘Y/N!’

That voice.

That amazing voice.

Trembling, you opened the door, seeing a messy haired Harry standing there, tears painting his face.

‘My God.’ You gasped. ‘You’re alive. Oh, Harry!’

After yet-another hug, Harry came inside.

‘I reckon I should’ve made this more special.’ He said seriously. ‘But I can not wait any longer.’

You watched, confused, as Harry took your hands.

‘Y/N L/N, the moment you came into my life, I have felt nothing but pure happiness. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?’

You gasped, hand flying to your mouth.

Sobbing harder, you hugged him.

‘Yes.’

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Same Snake, Different Skin--Wilford Warfstache x Reader x Darkiplier

Summary: To many, a broken mirror is an ill omen. It supposedly symbolizes bad luck. Seven years of torment, or so they say. Little do they know, that a broken mirror could also be someone's saving grace. Those broken shards of glass could be the only thing keeping a soul from eternal damnation.

Warnings; language, death, the usual stuff we see in Markiplier videos

Word Count; 5.4k (yep, it’s a doozie)

Notes; PLEASE READ! Ok, so, I mentioned the other day that I was gonna post a WKM/AHWM series on AO3, and I am. This post includes the first 3 chapters. Click here to read it on AO3 (link will also be at the bottom)

     "Will, please try to enjoy yourself tonight." You glanced at your husband from the corner of your eye. He stood by your side, posture perfect as always, nearly expressionless. As if he felt your gaze, he placed a hand on the small of your back.

     "Ah, that's something I'll only be able to accomplish if you're around, my dear." Even after several years of marriage, he could still make you go weak in the knees. The door to the mansion finally opened. The man, whom you assumed was the butler, greeted you both warmly and motioned you both inside. "After you." The three of you stepped into the foyer.

     "Welcome to Markiplier Manor." You felt William stiffen. In an attempt to comfort him, you wrapped an arm around his waist. He melted into your touch, pulling you closer. "Your invitations, please." William pulled two envelopes out of his coat pocket. One was addressed to you; (Y/F/N), the district attorney. The other was addressed to Colonel William Barnum. The butler smiled brightly as he took the invitations. He wished you luck at the poker table. "The other guests are right this way. I will bring your drinks forthwith," he said with a wink.

     "I'm going to have a look around. I can see Damien through there. Go have fun," William murmured in your ear. You knew how much it hurt him to be in this place, after all this time, but you also knew how much more it hurt his heart to have not seen his friends in years. You grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before flashing him a sad smile.

     "Alright, but don't get in too much trouble without me." William chuckled.

     "Wouldn't dream of it, my dear."

     You were thrilled to have another poker night. It was a common occurrence when you were all in college, but they sort of fizzled out once you got into your adult lives. Damien smiled and waved you over when you caught his eye. He wrapped you in an embrace, squeezing a laugh out of you. "Well, long time no see, old friend! How's the new office?" You shrugged.

     "It'll take some getting used to, but I'm looking forward to the start of a new chapter in my life." You glanced around. "Where's Celine?" You had been friends with the mayor and his sister for as long as you could remember. The three of you practically grew up together. Everyone always joked that you were their long lost sibling. Damien was even the one who introduced you to William, and Celine was your maid of honor when you got married. She returned the favor when she got married to Mark. However, it wasn't long after their wedding that she cut contact with you. You were hurt, to say the least, but you still cared for her and wished her well.

     Damien sucked in a breath. He rubbed the back of his neck. "She's, uh, not coming tonight." Your brows knitted together, but Damien spoke again before you could voice your confusion. "Mark and Celine got divorced about a year and a half ago," he said quietly. You were taken aback. They seemed like such a cute couple. Damien glanced over your shoulder for a second. He smiled when his gaze returned to you. "We'll have plenty of time to catch up when I see you at the table-- as long as you don't rob me blind again." He clapped your shoulder and disappeared down a hall.

     Being left to your own devices, you aimlessly wandered through the manor. It had been ages since you were last here, but not much had changed. You were brought back to your senses when Mark gave his grand entrance and champagne flutes were passed around. Taking a sip of the bubbly drink, you knew this would be a very interesting night.

     It was a well-known fact that you weren't the best at holding your alcohol. Two or three drinks were enough to take you out, but you were having so much fun that it was nearly impossible to stop yourself from having more. It didn't help that the butler kept refilling your glass every time you turned around. You woke the next morning with your head throbbing, and you desperately wanted to throw the alarm clock out of the window. A sudden moment of panic settled in. A vague memory of William trying to fight someone resurfaced. Glancing around, there was no evidence of his presence ever being in your room. You got ready as quickly as your energy-drained body allowed. Damien turned away from his spot near the banister when he heard your door open. "Have you seen William this morning?"

     "I figured you would be worried. He's downstairs, passed out on the couch last night." You nodded, shoulders relaxing. A teasing smile flashed across Damien's face as he nudged you with his elbow. "How is our little monster this morning? Haven't seen you go that wild since our days in university." You pinched the bridge of your nose. It was too early in the morning for this.

     "Well, I'm glad somebody remembers." Damien's laugh filled the air. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment. "Did you do a keg stand last night?" His face reddened, and he stumbled over his words. It was your turn to laugh. "Look at you, Mr. Mayor! After I find William, I expect a full list of all the embarrassing things you did last night." Damien snorted, shaking his head.

     "Yes, I suppose we'll have to catch you up. I'll see you at breakfast."

      The search for your husband began. You went down the grand staircase and followed various corridors. The mental map you had of the place had grown fuzzy, and you couldn't quite remember what part of the manor you were in. You stumbled into the lounge with a huff. This was nowhere near where you needed to be. You walked around the couch and froze. Mark was laying on the ground. His eyes were open, and his skin was a sickly hue. You couldn't bring yourself to believe the obvious. "Mark?" Your voice was hardly above a whisper. You knelt beside him, grabbing his wrist. No pulse. Mark was dead. As if on cue, lightning struck. A man you had just met the night before-- Abe, the detective-- waltzed into the room, exclaiming about the odd weather. He stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.

     "My God, there's been a murder!" Lightning struck once more. Soon after, the butler and chef filed in. Both men shouted about the crime scene. Powerful lightning stuck when the word 'murder' was uttered, causing you to flinch every time. Abe's focus zeroed in on you. The detective grabbed you by the collar, yanking you to your feet. "What the hell happened here?" he snarled. You opened and closed your mouth. Words couldn't be found to explain the situation. Your mind was still wrapping around the fact that your friend was laying on the floor dead. "In case you haven't been paying attention, there's been a bit of a killing, and you're my prime suspect. So, you better get to explaining the what, when, where, and why you happen to be here, upon this man's death!"

     "I don't know what happened! I just found him like this." Your voice cracked, and you felt the familiar sting of tears filling your eyes. Abe narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the butler interrupted. He brought up the fact that the body was ice cold. Mark had been long gone by the time any of you had stumbled upon his body. The detective grumbled under his breath before finally releasing you.

     "Alright, you're off the hook... for now." Abe suggested that the two of you should team up, working together to solve the murder. You reluctantly agreed. Two minds were better than one, and you wanted to get to the bottom of this. You helped Abe string caution tape around the area, making a point to avoid looking at the body. You then sat on the couch and held your head in your hands. You regretted ever begging William to leave home and have a weekend out. Your head snapped up at the sound of someone approaching. Damien looked around the small group gathered in the lounge, confusion etched into his features. The butler hesitantly explained what had occurred.

     "A murder? Who?" Everyone held their breath for a moment, avoiding the mayor's gaze. He looked over at you and realized how disheveled you were. "Who is it, (Y/N)?" All eyes were on you, now. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give in to the gravity of the situation.

     "Damien, it's..." you sighed, finally looking him in the eye, "it's Mark." He took a step back, shocked by your answer.

     "Mark... killed? Who would do such a thing?"

     "That's what me and my partner are trying to figure out." Abe motioned between you and himself. He glanced between everyone in the room. "I believe the killer is right here, amongst us... in this very house. For now, we're all stuck here. While me and my partner investigate, the rest of you need to return to your rooms, hunker down, and pray to God you're not next to be murdered." Lightning flashed outside the windows. Everyone in the room slowly dispersed. Before Damien left, you grabbed his wrist.

     "Check on William for me." The mayor patted your hand but couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye.

     "Yes, there are... important matters I need to discuss with the Colonel."

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    You were crouched beside the detective, intently listening as he explained how the body temperature gives an estimated time of death. Abe came to the conclusion that Mark was killed around 1:30 in the morning. You tried to focus as he went into further detail about taking the temperature of a corpse and how it's best to do it rectally, but the muffled shouts coming from a nearby room held your attention. "Why don't I go poke around, look for some clues?" The detective seemed a little surprised at your suggestion. He quickly regained his composure.

    "Oh, yeah, good idea, partner. You go see if you can find more about the narrative. I've got a few more tests I need to run on the body."

    You crept closer to the room the voices were coming from. You were almost positive the ones inside were Damien and William. To confirm your suspicions, you cracked the door open. You could barely see Damien standing in the middle of the room.

    "...I am taking his matter very seriously."

    "Don't give me that horse-shit! I know you hated him, but goddamn it! He reached out to you."

    "Oh, what do you want from me?"

    "I want you to care!"

    “Just because I'm not weeping like a child doesn't mean that I don't care." You frowned. It had been a long time since you had heard either of them this upset and angry, especially at each other.

    "Come talk to me when you pull your head out of your ass." You hardly had time to pull yourself out of your thoughts when Damien came barreling out of the room. He stopped inches away from colliding with you. His brows knitted together.

    "Damien, what hap-"

    "Excuse me," he huffed. The mayor brushed past you and disappeared down the hall. Confused, you stepped into the room. William sat in an old, wicker chair towards the back of the room. His face was turned away from you, but you could see he was pinching the bridge of his nose. You made your way towards him. He sighed before raising his voice.

    "Damien, I don't-- oh." His voice softened upon realizing it was only you. William looked you up and down, seeing right through the front you were holding. He immediately jumped up from his seat and wrapped you in his arms. You practically melted in his embrace. Tears started to pool in your eyes. You tried to fight them back, sniffling, but they slid down your cheeks anyways. William shifted to hold your face in his hands. He gently wiped the tears away with his thumb. You gave him a watery smile.

    "Sorry for getting so emotional all of a sudden." William scoffed, pulling you back into a bear hug.

    "Nonsense! There is nothing to apologize for, my dear." He was quiet for a moment. You could pretty much see the gears in his mind turning. "This has been an emotional day... for everyone." Even though he didn't explicitly say it, you knew this was his way of admitting that he was upset about Mark too. You pulled him closer, leaning your forehead against his. His mustache quirked as a smirk formed on his lips. You narrowed your eyes, wondering what mischief the man was up to now. "Do you think that 'detective' can find the killer? Honestly, if he were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week." You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled in your chest. William's face brightened at your response. "There's my favorite smile!" He peppered your face with light kisses, causing you to laugh even more.

    "Alright, enough!" you exclaimed in between laughs. "To answer your question, no, I don't think he can do it on his own. That's why I'm helping him." William stepped back. Confusion etched into his features.

    "You're really helping him?" He rolled his eyes when you nodded. "Come on, (Y/N)! We all know how Mark died!" When you crossed your arms, waiting for him to explain, William launched into a long and dramatic recount of how he believed Mark died. He waved his arms around and gave a probably offensive impression of Mark. William believed that he caused his own demise, drinking too much and stumbling down the staircase. "...and that's what happened. Probably, anyway. If you need to corroborate this story with anyone else, go ahead and investigate the entire house." You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little hurt. You didn't understand why he was suddenly shutting you out, just because you were working with the detective.

    "Will..." He stepped back and sat in the wicker chair, turning his face away from you.

    "Go on, I'll be here when you're done," he sighed. You were about to say something else, but the butler called your name from the doorway. You hesitated before following him.

    The meeting with the butler was largely underwhelming, and the chef wasn't much help either. All you learned from your chat was that Mark had hired Abe to do a background check on his staff. You were making your way out of the kitchen when you spotted Damien pacing outside. Thinking back on his argument with William, you decided to check on him. The sound of the door opening caught Damien's attention. He quickly made his way over, apologizing for the argument you overheard. "I know I'm supposed to be a leader in this scenario, but I can't help but feel lost. I don't have any answers, and I... just want to be alone." You put a hand on his shoulder.

    "Damien, no one is expecting you to have all the answers or be the perfect leader, especially not right now. You just lost one of your childhood friends. It's completely normal to feel lost. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You can't help anyone if you don't take care of yourself first." A smile quirked the corners of his lips.

    "Thanks, little monster. Don't know what I'd do without you." He patted your hand, and the smile was gone almost as quick as it came. "I'm going to go walk the grounds, see if I can process all of this. Send the Colonel my way next time you see him. We need to talk."

    Mark was gone. No, not in a metaphorical sense where his soul had left for a better place. His body was gone. Poof. Vanished. Nowhere to be found. Yep, this day just couldn't get any worse. You were pacing through the lounge, trying to keep yourself from dissolving into hysteria. You had passed the point of 'freaking out' and didn't know whether you wanted to curl into a ball and cry for hours or launch yourself into the void. It didn't help that the detective started discussing the possibility of the corpse reanimating with the butler and chef. When an arm draped across your shoulders right as lightning flashed, you nearly screamed. "Bully! Quite a storm out there. What are you doing in here, huddled in fear?" William gave your shoulders a squeeze. A goofy smile was plastered on his face.

    "We have a zombie problem!" the chef exclaimed.

    "Ah, homo necrosis, the most dangerous game," William said with a dramatic flourish. He looked over at you and winked. You pursed your lips. Whenever you were upset, he always cracked jokes to try to make you smile-- even in serious situations, such as this. Needless to say, you weren't really in the mood for it. William cleared his throat at your lack of response. "Well, I'm off to the grounds to see if I can catch a whiff of the old bag of bones." He left the room, laughing at his own joke.

    Abe thought it would be best if the two of you stayed close for the remainder of the investigation. After all, you never know who you can trust. The two of you discussed possible motives while picking for clues in Mark's room. The place looked as if it had been ransacked. You stepped carefully, not wanting to mess with anything that could be considered evidence. A table in the corner of the room caught your eye. There were several framed photographs scattered about. They were all pictures of the gang; you, William, Damien, Mark, and Celine. One, in particular, caught your eye. The front glass was shattered, and the picture inside was only of William. "Weird..."

    "Did you find a clue?"

    "I don't know. Take a look at this picture-" you were interrupted by William waltzing into the room.

    "Say, detective, I need to borrow your friend here." Abe raised a brow, glancing between the two of you. Assuming it was spousal issues, he quickly assured you that he could continue the investigation on his own. "Bully! Take a walk with me." William linked his arm with yours, ushering you outside. "A breath of fresh air will do you good. You've been on edge since the body disappeared." You ran a hand through your hair.

    "Yeah, it's... been a long day." William stopped walking. He watched you intently, while you glanced around the pool area.

    "Is that all?" You bit your lip, not wanting to sound conspiratorial. He sat down at the water's edge, motioning for you to do the same. "You don't have to be afraid to talk to me. You know that."

    "I'm just worried. What if Abe's right? What if one of us really is the murderer?" You flinched at the sudden flash of lightning. "I mean, how far into the investigation will they let us go until trying to stop us?" William took both of your hands in his. There was an intensity in his eyes you weren't sure you had ever seen before.

    "At our wedding, when I vowed to never leave your side, I meant it. I will not allow any harm to come to you." You pulled one of your hands free and held out your little finger.

    "Pinky promise?" William smiled, wrapping his finger around yours. He pulled your hand closer and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

    "Pinky promise." Questions about the shattered picture frame pushed their way into your mind, but you did your best to quell them. Out of all of the chaos that had occurred, you were given a moment of peace. You were sure that more dismay would soon peer over the horizon. But this was the eye of the hurricane. For now, it was all quiet, and you wanted nothing more than to enjoy this moment with your husband.

~*~*~

    The manor originally belonged to the Barnum family. It was where William grew up. His parents were wealthy, providing everything their son could ever desire. There were many wild parties hosted here when you were all younger. William was proud of his heritage, but he didn't let his family define who he was. Despite the fortune of his parents, he was incredibly humble and a hard worker. That was one of the things you loved about him. However, his world shifted when his parents passed. William had just returned from deployment when the news arrived. Old scandals his parents were involved in resurfaced. Everything he thought he knew about his family was a lie. That was when Mark entered the scene. He was just starting to make a reputation for himself in the acting world and used his newfound wealth to purchase the Barnum Manor. Mark's time in the mansion inflated his ego, or so you assumed. He never let William hear the end of it. The once happy home that you all had great memories in began to feel stuffy. Something about it changed, and it made you uneasy. The heavy atmosphere that seemingly moved into the manor with Mark only amplified, and it made your time here suffocating. It was having effects on everyone.

    You were snapped out of your thoughts when William suggested you further investigate the staff. He then ran off to explore the old golf course, resembling a child running to unwrap gifts on Christmas morning. A sad smile crossed your features. The manor was no longer the childhood home he remembered.

    "Have you seen the Colonel?" You jumped when Damien appeared behind you. You groaned, placing a hand to your forehead.

    "Damn it! He just left. Sorry, Damien, I completely forgot to tell him that you were looking for him." The mayor waved you off.

    "No matter, would you accompany me? There is something I'd like to discuss with you." The two of you walked across the patio. Damien voiced his concerns about the innocence of the detective. While anything is possible, you didn't really believe he was a suspect. He shared too much personal information, and you didn't pin him to be the master manipulator type. Damien nodded, halfway agreeing. He froze for a moment. His eyes widened. "Mayhaps our counting skills aren't as good as we assumed them to be." A knot formed in the pit of your stomach.

    "You think..." you trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

    "It's possible, that in the shadows of this manor, unseen to any of us, lay hidden... a murderer." Lightning danced across the sky. Almost simultaneously, a gunshot sounded from inside. You and Damien wasted no time, running into the manor. The darkness that consumed the manor was suffocating you once more, and it had apparently infiltrated the minds of those inside. William and Abe were having a standoff. The two men had their gun sights trained on the other. Both were shouting profanities. Damien tried to diffuse the situation, but the tension only escalated.

    "This psycho tried to shoot me!"

    "That's a bald-faced lie!" William went on to explain that he was merely doing some target practice when the detective approached. They continued to argue, waving their guns in each other's faces.

    "Please, put the guns down before somebody else gets hurt!" you tried to reason. William glanced in your direction, while Abe paid you no mind.

    "No, he knew I was onto him, so he tried to wack me off before I could finger him... as the murderer!" You held your breath, unsure of what to do. They were going to rip each other's throats out if someone didn't intervene. Damien was standing beside you, too shocked to do anything. You started to step forward, but he grabbed your wrist.

    "Don't, you'll get hurt," the mayor pleaded.

    "What would you rather happen, Damien? They kill each other?"

    "I won't be called a murderer in my own home!" William snarled at the detective. The front door swung open with enough force to startle everyone.

    "Stop!" You blinked, hardly able to believe the sight. It was Celine, of all people. "What are you doing?" Abe put down his weapon. William kept a tight grip on his gun but slightly lowered his defenses.

    "Celine?"

    "What are you doing here?"

    "Hold on, who the hell is 'Celine' and how do you know her?" Abe looked between you and William. Everyone ignored his question.

    "Madam, I'm afraid you came at a very inopportune time." The butler wrung his hands, not wanting to be the one to tell her. The chef, however, had no empathy.

    "Yeah, Mark's fuckin' dead!" That's when everyone jumped into the conversation. All of you blurted out that he had been murdered and his body was missing. Someone mentioned the zombie theory again, much to your dismay. The group moved to sit around the poker table, where everyone could lay out all the evidence that had been gathered so far. You tried your best to focus, but your mind was too foggy. It was hard to keep track of anything they were saying. You didn't snap out of your stupor until you realized that Celine was pointing at you.

    "You've been awfully quiet through all of this..." Everyone sitting around the table jumped on the bandwagon, questioning your innocence as if you had anything to do with the murder. You were confused. She didn't seriously think you were the killer, right? William took your hand in his and glared at the others. It was almost as if he dared them to speak against you again. Celine glanced at your joined hands before closing her eyes, taking a breath. "But I know I can trust you. I sense that you have a far greater part to play in all of this. (Y/N), will you help me find an answer."

    "Of course." Abe's jaw dropped.

    "Are you serious? No, there's no way I'm going to let you drag my partner off to their very likely death!" he shouted, slamming his hands on the table. The butler and chef both agreed.

    "Guys, it's ok. Celine's been like a sister to me for as long as I can remember. If she says it's safe, then I believe her." Celine smiled at you, and William nodded.

    "They're right, you know. Celine can be trusted. There's no reason anyone should doubt her." The woman in question suggested that the group could wait outside if they were that uncomfortable. Abe reluctantly agreed. Celine stood from her seat and nodded for you to follow. The two of you were climbing the staircase when Damien approached. He kept calling out to Celine, begging her to stop. He believed she was not in the right headspace to be dealing with the occult, not that she should be dealing with it in the first place... Taking a deep breath, Celine faced her brother.

    "There's more to this world than you could ever hope to imagine. I've just had my eyes opened to a small portion of it." She turned on her heel and left without saying another word. Damien's shoulders slumped. He wished you both luck before retreating back down the stairs. When you finally managed to catch up with Celine, she had already finished setting up whatever ritual she had planned. A large tapestry with odd symbols sewn into it was draped across the table. There were also candles and a crystal ball delicately placed in the center. Celine instructed you to sit in the chair across from her. She laid tarot cards in between each of the candles. Once more, your mind felt muddled. You could hardly keep your eyes open. Celine leaned forward, carefully watching your every movement. "Don't fight it. Trust the process, and find the answers." Dark spots flooded your vision, and soon everything faded to black.

    You were having flashbacks, but they were... different. You knew they were your memories. You just couldn't help but feel as if you were seeing them through someone else's eyes. Then something strange occurred. You were standing near the garden, the chef and Abe by your side. Everything was hazy. You couldn't clearly see the face of the newcomer approaching. His laugh was warbled, nearly sounding inhuman. It made you feel sick. "Employers come and go! Some die, some don't." The scenery around you lurched. It felt as if you were falling through the floor. You couldn't stay here any longer. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't see. You needed to get out.

    You startled in your seat, gasping for air. Celine was obviously annoyed. She leaned forward, her eyes boring holes into your head. "What happened? Why did you stop?" she yelled. You blinked up at her. You were still recovering from whatever dimension she had flung you into. "Well, did you see something or someone?"

    "Shovel," you blurted. Celine raised a brow at you. You covered your face with your hands, worried that you were about to vomit. "Grumpy man. Garden." The witch scoffed.

    "That doesn't answer anything! You need to go back, now!" She slammed her hands on the table, emphasizing her point. You flinched at the tone in her voice. Abe swung the door open, marching into the room with Damien.

    "What the shit is this?" If she wasn't angry before, she was now. Celine yelled for them to leave. She claimed that the two of you weren't done. Damien looked down at your disoriented form. Concern flashed across his features, then his face darkened.

    "Celine, I think this is quite enough. Look at (Y/N)! They can barely hold their head up!" Celine slammed her hands on the table once more, raising her voice even louder than before.

    "It's enough when I say it's enough!" Damien shot Abe a look. The detective nodded and helped you to your feet. He walked you into the hall, asking you a million questions. You shook your head. The last thing you wanted to do was relive that hellhole. Abe sighed, pulling a small notebook and a pen out of his jacket pocket. You quickly scribbled a drawing of what you saw-- a man with a shovel. The detective furrowed his brows. He called in the chef and butler, quizzing them on what it could possibly mean. You leaned against the wall and listened to their conversation. You were still determined on helping the investigation, and your vertigo was beginning to fade.

    Damien and Celine rejoined the group as Abe and the chef began arguing about whether or not George the groundskeeper could be a suspect. Damien had enough and finally snapped. "This is getting us nowhere. The two of you just go outside, and talk to this George, and be done with it!" Abe spluttered for a moment.

    "Hold on a second, you're not coming with us?" The mayor twisted his cane in his hands, a nervous habit of his. He glanced between you and his sister.

    "I need to stay here to help Celine and (Y/N), whom, may I point out, is clearly in no condition to be going on a manhunt." Celine whirled on her brother, quickly reprimanding him. She claimed that she did need anyone's help and especially not his. Damien's jaw dropped, and he looked to you. You pushed away from your spot on the wall and squared your shoulders.

    "Damien, I appreciate your concern. I really do... but I'm an adult. I know my capabilities, and I'm going to help finish this investigation." Damien's jaw slackened. You could tell that he was hurt. He threw his hands in the air.

    "Our friend is dead!" Everyone cast their eyes downward. A heavy silence hung in the air. Damien sighed. "I'm sorry. I just... need answers to all of this. I already lost one friend today." His voice was low, almost on the verge of falling apart. "I don't want to lose another."

    "Fine, but I have to stay here," Celine conceded. Damien turned his attention to you. The pain in his eyes made you want to stay, but you couldn't.

    "I'm sorry. I have to help them." He nodded, slowly turning away from you. He and Celine walked down the hall, back into the small room. Your heart ached, but you knew this was what needed to be done. Abe snapped you out of your daze, saying it was time to go. Before leaving the manor, you turned to the butler. "Have you seen William?" He gave you a reassuring smile.

    "He appeared tired and went back to your room. If you'd like, I could let him know you inquired." You nodded, and the butler disappeared around the corner.

~*~*~*~*~

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Dad Van Fleet (Headcanons)

Get ready to cry. I wrote these while listening to “Dear Theodosia” from Hamilton on repeat, so it’s maximum feels in this one. Thank you to my love @sparrowof-thedawn​ for beta-ing this <3

Jake

Appears stern but is actually putty in your daughter’s hands

Beyond protective of her, from the very beginning

But like. In a quiet, i’ll-kill-you-and-no-one-would-ever-know kinda way

Your daughter gets fussy at night, so Jake often takes her for car rides to get her to fall asleep

And then, when he lays her down in her crib, Jake stays with her and sings softly to make sure she stays fast asleep, softly rubbing her tummy

He helped your daughter take her first steps, holding her arms to keep her upright as your sat on the living room floor with a camera

He watches that video when he’s feeling down

Remember when I said he’d tell your baby goodnight every night no matter what? That didn’t change after she was born, nor did it change as she grew up

Whether it’s on the phone or in-person, your daughter will always hear “goodnight, angel. You’re so loved.”

Which probably explains how you ended up with a daddy’s girl

Jake and your daughter butt heads sometimes because they’re so similar in personality, but at the end of the day, she listens to him more than anyone

They got into an argument over something trivial but your daughter, in the throes of teenage hormones/emotions, yelled that she hated him

Jake was incredibly upset, and moped around the house until your daughter sat down next to him on the back porch steps

“Dad? I’m sorry I said I hated you. I didn’t mean it.”

Jake gave her a tight hug, and you were proud of both of them for making up on their own

“It’s okay, sweetie. I love you.”

“Even when you’re mad at me?”

“Yes. I love you always.”

He taught her how to play guitar as soon as she developed fine motor skills

Just imagine Jake sitting on the couch with your little one, quietly teaching her the different chords

“There you go, sweetie. You’re doing great! A natural.”

So it’s no surprise that she grows up incredibly involved with music, eventually learning to play several instruments and asking her Uncle Sammy to teach her piano

But she’s got natural charisma just like her daddy, so dating is an issue when she gets to that age

Jake just immediately dislikes every boy she talks about, grumbling to you when she announces that the popular boy at school asked her to junior prom

“I don’t like the look of him.” “You haven’t met him yet, babe.”

“Still though.”

You and Jake thought about having another kid, but one night changed all that

Your daughter was about two, and she was nestled between you and your husband on the couch, sleeping soundly

The TV was on low volume and you and Jake were talking quietly about the future

You each had a hand on the back of the couch, brushing knuckles, and your free hands rested on her, playing with her hair and rubbing her back

You shared a glance, and there was an immediate, unspoken truth

This is our little family. This is perfect. The best thing we ever did.

There was nothing to add. You had no more pieces of your heart left to give. Jake and your girl had stolen all of them, and you were happy to let them keep it.

Josh

When you got pregnant, you and Josh weren’t particularly adamant about finding out the sex of the baby

It didn’t really matter either way, you would decorate everything unisex anyway. Besides, surprises are fun!

So you made it a point to tell the doctor you didn’t want to know. However--

When the ultrasound technician raised his eyebrows in surprise, you freaked out for a second, your mind immediately jumping to the worst conclusion

“What’s wrong? Is the baby alright?” Josh gripped your hand, his face painted with worry

But the technician grinned and said, “The baby is fine, don’t worry. It’s just that there are two of them!”

“What?” You were in shock

“Congratulations, Mrs. Kiszka, it looks like you’re having twins!”

Josh wouldn’t stop yelling excitedly, as you very quickly realized that in a couple months, you were going to look like a balloon with legs

You decided right then that you probably didn’t need more surprises, so when the time came to be able to find out what you were having, you went in right away

God help you, it they were both boys

The sheer chaos of being outnumbered by three boys, one of whom is Josh Kiszka and the other two of whom are miniature Josh Kiszkas

Luckily, Josh was surprisingly good at co-parenting, being unafraid to discipline your sons and holding down the fort while you were at work

He managed to get both of the boys reading at an early age, always stressing to them the importance of education and understanding other cultures

His favorite part of the new daily routine is reading bedtime stories

Being who he is, Josh picks out fantastical tales to read the boys, and reads them aloud with all the voices and sound effects

He absolutely hated the twin stroller, though

Josh’s preferred method of getting around with your sons was a double papoose, one baby strapped to the front, and one on the back

He alternated which kid was on which side, so as not to offend them or make one feel left out. When he told you as much, you were very amused

When people in public would compliment the baby, Josh’s usual response was to say, “Thanks, I have two of them!” and spin around to reveal the other baby

When you went out as a unit, you put the twins in matching onesies

Josh acted like he hated it, but then you saw him come home from Target with several new sets of matching onesies

“What?” He asks, as you laugh. “They were on sale!”

When one of your sons gets pushed over by a bully at school, Josh comforts him until you get home

Wiping tears from his boy’s face, Josh whispers, “You’re safe now. I’m not going to let that happen again. Okay?”

Your son nods, and Josh hugs him tightly, cradling his head under his chin

The next day when he drops the boys off, Josh makes it a point to make eye contact with the bully and glares at him until he gets scared and runs away

Sam

You were worried Sam would freak out during the birth, which wouldn’t be good because the hospital didn’t need to deal with two panicked parents-to-be

But Samuel surprised you

When the time came to push, Sam was at your side with a calm voice and a firm grip on your hand, kissing your forehead even as you cried

Right before the baby came, you grabbed his arm, feeling that visceral fear that only comes with new parenthood

“Sam, I’m so scared.”

But he holds the back of your hand to his mouth, kissing it firmly

“I know. I am, too. But you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met. You’re gonna be an amazing mother.”

And when your son was born, Sam cried

Because he was feeling every bit of love he’d ever missed, like a whole new sphere of heaven was opened up to him

And when he looked at you, tired and weepy, his heart felt like it might burst. Because how could one man feel so much love?

For the tiny human in his arms and the incredible woman in front of him

You and the baby immediately become Priority Number One in everything he does

Can often be found meeting Danny and his daughter at the coffee shop for some much-needed caffeine

Danny’s girl and yours and Sam’s boy are about the same age, so they have playdates

Sam also takes your son out into nature pretty much as soon as the kid can walk

Thankfully he was more willing to put shoes on the kid than on himself

You waited a few years to have another one, giving birth to a daughter when your son was about four

And Sam went through the emotions all over again, in disbelief of how much happiness he could feel

He set out right away to find things they could do together

He’d often whisk all of you away for weekends of going camping, giving your son piggyback rides up and down the trails

It was on one of these camping trips that your daughter said her first word

You were helping your son get dressed before a hike, and Sam was bouncing her on his knee by the remains of the previous night’s campfire

Your daughter saw the animal before Sam did

“Dee!”

Sam’s eyes widened as he gazed down at her, but she was looking out towards the edge of the woods, unaware of her dad being in shock at her declaration

“What did you say, baby?” “Dee!”

Sam followed her excited gaze, and saw the deer standing under a nearby tree

“Dee! Deeeeee!!”

“Oh my god. Deer. Oh my god, Oh my--YN! Come here!”

You ran over with your son, afraid something had happened

He and your daughter were both pointing at the deer with identical dopey grins

Before you could speak, your daughter realized you were there, and smiled up at you

“Dee!”

You and Sam both cried

Danny

When your daughter is born, Danny doesn’t set her down for a second

He just walks around with her, tiny in his arms, cooing and smiling at the baby

“She’s got my eyes, babe, don’t you think?”

And you can tell in that second that you’re gonna have to be the disciplinarian in the household

Bc that baby owns his heart

So it makes sense when you go back to work and Danny takes paternity leave for six weeks

He’s a natural nurturer, like he’s so good at taking care of the baby

But he’s also very protective

So like... Baby papoose.

Danny strolls up into the grocery store, the park, the zoo, wherever, with the baby strapped to his chest bc he doesn’t care how he looks as long as the baby is secure

You get regular snapchats at work of Danny and the baby being out and about

But you always come home to a clean house and Danny passed out on the couch, the baby fast asleep on his chest

And he still somehow finds time to spend with you, always reminding you what a phenomenal mom you are and how much he loves you

Nobody was shocked when you got pregnant again, like literally no one

You had two more children together before deciding that three kids were about all you could handle, especially with your two youngest being boys

Danny was good at disciplining them, though, so that helped a lot

You were a sports family, taking your children out to basketball and football games on the weekends whenever possible

But of course your kids loved music too, with one of your sons learning guitar and your daughter eventually asking for a drumkit for Christmas

Your other son is more of a scientist than his siblings, and Danny “Telekinesis” Wagner makes every effort to help with school projects and going to the science fair

Becomes That Dad when it comes to his daughter dating in high school

“Dad, there’s this guy--” “You can do better.”

When your daughter experiences her first heartbreak, Danny is there to comfort her (and to offer to beat up the guy)

He brings her ice cream and puts on her favorite movie, hugging her tightly and assuring her that she’s the most wonderful girl in the world and any guy would be lucky to have her

He takes the time to sit your sons down and talk to them about respecting women (“or men, because that’s cool too!”)

These boys are raised to be gentlemen and understand the concept of consent from an early age

And he definitely taught your girl some self-defense before she went to college

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[five-wow]

considering what we now know, one of the last of these i might ever get to do: i watched 10.18! thoughts under the cut.

the previously on reminds us of adam’s yakuza problems, so i was braced for that, and then we get an establishing shot of the mcgarrett house instead! and suddenly steve is ironing a shirt on a towel in his kitchen again, and for a moment i was extremely confused because this is very clearly not the same shot as in the valentine’s episode but it’s also... the same thing?

BUT THEN, of course, we get steve raising a finger and going “don’t” just before we’re shown that danny is SITTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER WATCHING HIM, again i might add, and danny hasn’t even said anything yet but steve is already defensive and claiming that he likes ironing (which i love, that is a wonderful headcanon) and as far as déjà vus go, this is one i do not mind in the slightest. this is, in fact, the exact content i come here for.

okay wait, EVEN BETTER, danny seems to be sitting on the counter... reading a book? he is... in the kitchen, reading (writing in? idk) a book (in a room where there are zero chairs, which is usually where people locate their asses when they read books), while steve is also in the kitchen, ironing a shirt? dear lord. danny moved in and suddenly eddie wasn’t the only guy following steve from room to room in his own house anymore, i guess.

waiiit, steve is going on a date with emma. that is. not bad, just, so very confusing. (potentially very much a lie, omfg. that kind of confusing.)

HAH. i’m not the only one who went “?”, because danny doesn’t believe steve either.

fdjkfd steve asks alexa for his schedule to prove he’s telling the truth but what this really proves is that if it’s a lie, steve had the foresight and intention to put a fake appointment in his calendar, which i would in no way put past him. that’s the easiest thing in the world.

also, danny casually dropping in that he bought alexa for steve? i??? danny is just “casually” hanging out in rooms steve is hanging out in while it makes no sense for danny to be there, buying steve presents, pulling steve’s pigtails by questioning everything he does when he gets the chance, and that’s? that’s normal now?

junior!!! junior pops into the kitchen!

and he’s GOT A DATE TOO, which is a) WONDERFUL and b) a reason for danny to start describing tani which is fascinating and c) a reason for steve to say “well you know what, i think it’s great that you and tani are giving it a go, bud”, which is super cute and it’s A+ to know they have steve’s official stamp of approval (i mean, he’s their boss, that could’ve somehow gotten awkward), but also leads to a shot we get of danny pulling a face that’s kind of “ugh” and “yeah right” mixed into one and just. you know where i’m going with this. if you’re on this blog and you’ve read this post all the way to this point you definitely know where i’m going with this, but yes, this is absolutely danny mentally yelling that it sure is great THEY’RE giving it a go, steve, and doesn’t that potentially inspire you to ruminate on something going on in your own life, like, say, how you feel about your best friend and partner who also works on the taskforce with you and has a big mouth and whose name is oddly close to tani, actually, for that matter?

steve gets a call about shots fired at adam’s building and i’m just now realizing i’m only two minutes into this episode. i’ve spent at least ten times the amount of time rambling that i have watching anything. gonna need to shake that up a little bit.

fdjkfd lou and hpd enter adam’s apartment and they find at least three guys in actual gear, all dead, and adam curled up on the floor in what looks like sleep clothes, with blood all over him, and a) is adam literally superman now? but also b) even if i do accept that it’s possible he killed all of those guys before they managed to hit him anywhere vital even once, then how did he get smeared in blood that evenly all over? did he roll around on the floor before he curled up in the corner? i’m not an expert, but i feel like that’s not how a person would look after fighting off three attackers and presumably shooting most of them.

oh BOY. adam, with a crazy glint in his eyes: “i’ve been trying to dismantle kenji’s operation for months now. and i finally have the evidence to do it.” i both unexpectedly like this, and already low key hate it for how it’s probably going to be used as the show’s way of clearing adam from all the completely bonkers things he’s been doing all on his own with zero authorization or backup and bringing him back into the fold of five-0 as a somehow still trusted team member.

oh dang. opening credits do their thing, and then there’s no pause to check whether there’s even actually any actual evidence on that thumb drive adam was holding, but we just jump to swat, adam, lou and junior rolling up to kenji’s house and engaging in a huge shootout.

adam is now the lone dude pursuing kenji through the dark woods, who is also alone, of course. they brawl, adam gets the upper hand, and he gets a chance to shoot kenji which he doesn’t take, and then he calls for emts (good! this is good!) and extremely dramatically tells kenji “you were right not to trust me. i was working for five-0 the whole time”, and it just sounds like such a weird brag at this point. so i guess adam never went to the bad side again, suddenly? he just... keeps pretending he does over and over, and the criminals on this very small island keep being stupid enough to trust him, which honestly, is on them.

adam keeps bragging and oh gosh, tell me there’s a twist here and this is not just his victory lap. there’s so much of the episode left that something has to go very wrong about adam’s nice plan to wrap it all up neatly.

aha! it’s implied that letting kenji live might go badly for adam because kenji has information about adam that is bad for him. they did not completley forget that adam did crime stuff!

noelani seems to be at a funeral and we meet her parents and they don’t exactly seem super proud of her achievements, which i think we were told in the past, but now we’re shown, and it hurts my heart.

oh noooo. noelani gets to the open casket and immediately finds marks on the body that she clearly thinks are suspicious. that’s! not going to go well, gosh.

fdjkfdjkf adam and steve are in steve’s office and steve basically just went “so your plan to fight the yakuza was to join the yakuza” and adam very seriously goes “yes.”

steve is very not happy and adam doesn’t truly seem to grasp why and then steve’s phone rings and there’s a case, which is very nice timing for adam. saved by the bell.

so five-0 is on a ship that got robbed by pirates but it’s all very mysterious, and then they realize there might still be a pirate on board and they split into search parties and it’s junior and tani as one (who start talking about their missed date), and steve and danny as the other (who are not shown talking about dates, but who knows), and just. i love watching both of those duos work together, and the junior-tani vs steve-danny parallel is once again very in your face, hah.

tani gets locked in a kitchen with the pirate and junior is outside freaking out and that’s angsty but then junior and steve finally break through the door in a combined effort and they and danny rush in, only to find tani has already solved the problem without their help. YES. GOOD CONTENT.

jkfdfjdk over on the island, quinn is now helping noelani intimidate the coroner who wrote a bad report on noelani’s uncle’s death and that is ALSO very good content.

dfjdk lou welcomes most of the team back to hq and asks “anybody left pining”, which he follows up with the rest of a sentence about the high seas, but UH. YES. i know some people who might be pining.

lots of plot stuff happens and it’s genuinely interesting to watch, but also, oh my god, quinn and noelani are making me cry.

fjdkfd tani goes to meet one of the guys from the magnum pi crossover and he says he’s still waiting to hear back from quinn about the dinner he was hoping to have with her, and i like that because my lesbian quinn headcanon is still going strong.

quinn and noelani encounter a teen trying to get out of gang life who might be on a wealthy person’s hitlist, and my first thought is just. put the kid in the mcgarrett house. not only will he be instantly adopted by steve (and thereby gain a complicated network of siblings), but he’ll also be living in a place where he’s protected by not one, not two, but three members of five-0, two of whom are former seals. just. aside from the dire lack of beds, it would be so good.

jfkdslf, steve, danny and junior find the pirates and a room full of bags of powder that looks like drugs but probably isn’t, seeing as it killed the pirates, and then a small army rolls up outside and starts shooting at them, forcing them to take cover in the room with the powder, which starts dusting the air as the bags get shot. i love how the writers made the circumstances work here, omg.

I LOVE THE WAY THAT PLAYED OUT EVEN MORE, because it made a) for a very interesting shootout with clear stakes, and b) for a somehow both hilarious and potentially super angsty moment when danny is fairly affected by the powder, which has to bring up some bad sarin gas memories for him, and then steve shoots one last bad guy right over danny’s head and danny’s ears are ringing and he yells something and steve doesn’t understand him and just kind of pats his back in comfort, which in turn gives me strong driving-a-nuclear-bomb-through-the-woods, name-your-restaurant-Steve’s-please flashbacks, oh my gosh.

tani makes a REALLY LAME PIRATE JOKE and i LOVE HER.

quinn got the whole team together at a bar so noelani wouldn’t be sitting at home alone!!! the type of supportive female friendship i want to see!!!

and then quinn wants noelani to come dancing with her, but the magnum pi guy shows up and noelani tells him that maybe he could take her place. GAY QUINN IS SOARING. also, poor woman. this has strong vibes of danny setting steve up half against his will.

tani and junior watch quinn and the guy dance and decide to join and/or dance fight them in the best conversation ever, and it looks they’re all having SO MUCH FUN and it makes my heart happy.

what ALSO makes my heart happy is how much i enjoyed this episode, because i thought there would be a lot of yakuza stuff after that “previously on” and the beginning, but adam just kind of disappeared after his talk with steve, and suddenly there were two entirely unrelated plots which were both very neat and gave me so, so many character interactions i adored, ahh, how wonderful. i love season 10 so much.

[heyyyharry]

In Another Life Series: Chapter 11 - The End

Series description: Y/N and Harry are soulmates and destined to meet in every lifetime, but no matter how many times they reincarnate and find each other again, they never seem to get it right.

AU: reincarnation, soulmate!harry, prince!harry, assistant!y/n, witch!y/n.

Chapter 10 - The Sidekicks: The protagonists aren’t always the only heroes.

wattpad link ❤︎  Before you read the chapter, I have "a few" words to say *clear throat and open my Oscar winning speech* (or you can just start reading and skip this altogether, it's fine).

When I was reaching the end of Flatmate with no intention of writing the sequel, I wanted to write something new that would be just as good. My mind was empty, and I came up with many bullshit ideas and almost settled down with some of them (glad i DIDN'T!). Then as I was listening to 1000 Times by Sarah Bareilles, from the lyrics, I pictured two strangers meeting each other for the first time, feeling like they've known each other forever, but having no clue that they used to be lovers in a different lifetime. It's just so romantic in my head and I knew I could do this idea justice. So thank you Sarah Bareilles, if you read this fic lemme know lmao. The painting idea was originally from Marc Levy's novel with the same name (Idk what it's title in French, but in my translated language it's) In Another Life, so just to be clear I didn't really come up with that, credit to the genius who did. Thank you "The Tudors" for all this knowledge I have about the English dynasties in the 16th century, and I'm genuinely sorry if I offend anyone with all the historical inaccuracies, please forgive me. Thank you everyone who's read and waited and commented on every chapter to help me make this as good as possible. I know it's only fiction but to read about how my writing makes some of you happy and feel better really does make me happy and feel better and motivated to write more.

I've had a couple alternative endings to this series, and I think this one is the best (among the others), but if you want to know what the other endings are, feel free to drop me an ask! Or simply tell me what you expected from this chapter before knowing the actual ending here!

Okay, bye, thank you for putting up with my extra ass! Kissy, Allie.❤︎

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Harry ended up spending the rest of his afternoon chatting with his assigned nurse. He'd told the old woman about what had been going on in his life, how he'd met Y/N, the dreams he'd had ever since his trip to the museum, the faces in those dreams that looked just like her. And even though it did feel nice to finally get all this burden off his chest, he still found it strange that she barely opened up about herself. All he knew about her was that her name was Margaret, or Maggie as she preferred to be called, and she lived alone, no husband, no children, and had been working as a nurse for as long as she could remember.

"I have a feeling that we've met before," he told her at last because it had been bothering him since they first met. 

But the woman just looked at him in surprise as she said she didn't think so. "Although, you do remind me of someone I used to know." She studied the look on his face, pondering for a little while.

"Oh, who is it?" He asked.

"I had a niece, she fell madly in love with a young man whom you remind me of."

"Had?"

"She...passed away years ago, unfortunately."

Harry could see the clear change in her facial expression when she said those words, so he didn't want to dig too deep into that hurtful memory of hers, even though he was curious to know about the man who resembled him. However, it was Maggie who continued with this topic he thought she wanted to avoid.

"That young man was very passionate about my dear Annalise as you are for the girl you love."

"Her name was Annalise?"

"Yes, it means Grace of God. I helped her mother pick that name."

"Very beautiful, ma'am." Harry pressed his lips into a smile when he saw how hers was beaming as she talked about her beloved niece. "I'm sure Annalise and her man were very happy together?"

"No. They never got together." Maggie shook her head slowly. "His family didn't want him to be with her and he didn't have a choice."

"So after she...uhm..."

"Passed away?"

"Yes, after she passed away, what happened to him?"

There was a long pause as the old lady's eyes shifted to her feet, and Harry felt like he never should've asked that question. He took a wild guess that the young man must've had the same tragic ending as the girl, if that was true, then this was definitely the most heartbreaking story he'd heard in a long time.

"He moved on, married the girl his family wanted him to marry, but he never stopped loving her. He died of a heart attack, and his last word was her name."

Harry felt a lump in his throat and he had no idea why. He was really hurting over a story of two strangers whom he knew nothing about. His faith in true love had always been faint, after hearing this he had completely lost hope.

"Had the timing been different, they could've ended up together," he said, breaking the melancholy silence that had taken over the atmosphere surrounding them.

Maggie released a long heavyhearted sigh as she crossed her legs and leaned back against the chair. She stopped to think for a moment, then she told him, "but I like to think they'll meet each other and start again in another life. Because true love never dies. Do you agree?"

No. Harry didn't.

He thought people had had enough chances in one lifetime already and God wouldn't be so merciful to offer endless trials for them to try and fix their mistakes again and again, lifetime after lifetime. Despite so, he still told Maggie he agreed with her and added, "I'll have my fingers crossed for the two of them."

As he was about to move on to another, more cheerful topic to discuss, the old lady spoke up again, "she wrote him a letter every single day they'd spent together."

"Oh, did he get a chance to read them?"

"He did. I gave them to him myself. He was very emotional, he burst into tears."

"Wow..."

"Before he passed away he gave them back to me." Maggie rose from the chair by his hospital bed and went to grab her purse, which sat on the table by the window. "I have them with me here, do you want to read them?"

"You bring them with you to work?"

The perplexity on his face made her smile as she pulled out a pile of papers which seemed pretty old, they'd turned to a yellowish brown and were all a bit torn at the edges. "I was moving to a new home today so I brought them with me, I don't want to put them with the rest of the other stuff in my flat, they're very fragile."

"I don't think I should read them, they're very personal, ma'am." Harry shook his head when she gave the letters to him.

"You're an artist, aren't you? Maybe these love letters will inspire you in your songwriting. And I know my darling Ann would love to share them with people who have the same heart as the man she loved."

Did she just say Ann? That was the name Harry had heard many times in his dreams about Y/N. But he could be wrong.

"I'm gonna leave them here for you to read. You have nothing fun to do around here anyway," Maggie chuckled then walked away from his bed, not expecting a reply from her confused patient.

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Madam Maggie told Edward she'd come to him because of Ann. She's asked her to. Before the fire incident, Ann had a bad feeling, which she just assumed had something to do with Edward marrying someone else. Little did she know, that bad feeling she'd thought was insignificant ended up costing her her own life.

In her despair, the poor girl had snuck outside of the castle to see Madam Maggie and asked for two little favors. Thanked to Ann's favors, Madam Maggie showed up just in time to find an unconscious Edward lying on the floor of his chamber.

"Her powers allowed her to detect sickness, she knew you had a weak heart, which was also why you fainted earlier. She didn't have the heart to tell you, so she came to see me."

"Ann asked you to cure me?" Edward inquired, placing a hand on the left side of his chest, only to get disappointed by the answer he received from this woman.

"I can make you feel less pain, but I don't think I can cure you completely. Witches can fix broken bones and mend wounds, but we cannot magic away something so permanent like the heart disease you've carried since the day you were born."

Edward nodded understandingly. He seemed so unbothered for someone who had just found out his heart had been unwell since his birth. That was when you know he was, in entirety, wrecked. Ann's death had caused him such pain that nothing else, not even a stab in the gut by the sharpest blade would be able to hurt him that much.

"On the night we met, she fixed the wound on my leg," he said with a fractured grin and tears in his emerald eyes. "And I was supposed to be afraid of her, that was the first time in my life I'd ever seen witchcraft." He chuckled but there was no humor in the sound of it, just utter desolation. "But the look in her eyes made me feel safe...and suddenly I wasn't afraid anymore. I knew she was a good person."

"She said the same thing about you. She really loved you."

"And I let her down...Maybe...Maybe this sickness should just kill me so I can finally be with her." He took a long pause and shifted his eyes to the window by his bed, sucking in a long breath while contemplating whether or not he should say this out loud. He thought he should. "Before you got here, I nearly jumped out of that window."

"Why didn't you?" Madam Maggie calmly asked as if she'd already known, both what he'd tried to do, and the reason he'd chosen not to do it.

"I made a promise to Ann that I would be a good King. I have to live to fulfill that promise."

"It's good that you're still thinking straight." The woman flashed a smile, reaching out to hold his hand which laid lifelessly by his unresponsive body. "I haven't told you the real reason I'm here. Ann also asked me another favor."

"What is it?" He asked.

Madam Maggie thought that this was the most alive he'd looked since she first saw him. She confided, "did you know she'd been writing you letters?"

"N-No..."

"She had. Everyday, from the first day she set foot in this castle, to the night before they locked her away. She felt something bad was gonna happen so she brought them to me and asked me to keep them for a while. She told me she'd come back for them, hopefully with you by her side. She was very sure that you two would end up running away together." When she finished that sentence, Madam Maggie couldn't control her emotions anymore. Tears started to shed from her eyes, running down the crinkles at the corners of her chapped lips to land onto her worn out dress. Edward squeezed her hand a bit tighter, as he could deeply sympathize with her loss.

"Before she left she gave me a kiss on the cheek...Like she always did whenever we said goodbye...I didn't think—" That sentence was never finished for the old woman couldn't speak anymore. She began sobbing into the palm of her other hand. And Edward did as well. It was the first time he'd really cried ever since he last saw her, and he thought the agony he was feeling then would be his life sentence.

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Harry woke up, gasping for air, again.

He was back in his hospital room, the only sound other than his own ragged breathing and riotous heartbeats was the beeping of one of the machines placed beside his bed. This time, he had a dream about Y/N stuck in a burning house, he risked his own life to run inside to save her but she couldn't come with him. So he held her close and let the flame swallow them whole. The dreams he'd been having had become more real recently, and he guessed his mild fear of the hospital had something to do with it. Fortunately, Harry wouldn't have to stay there much longer. The doctors had said, for some reasons they could not explain, his heart's condition had been slowly going back to normal, as if it'd healed on its own. By this time tomorrow, he could finally be home.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows then reached out to grab the glass of water his nurse had left on the bedside table. That was when he saw the pile of letters she'd put right under it. He slowly sat up, finishing his water, putting the empty glass back on the table, then with a little bit of hesitation, he took the letters and brought them to his lap.

When Harry scanned his eyes through the first line, which was the date, he almost thought his eyes were mistaken. The year was 1509, which was 510 years ago! Was this supposed to be a joke? Or was it just a thing this girl Annalise always did with her lover? Maybe it was a secret message only they knew. Now, Harry couldn't put the letters down without finishing every single one of them.

So Harry began to read, every single word. It took him only halfway through the first letter to realize this wasn't from just 'a few years ago' like Maggie had said. This was a letter from a peasant girl named Ann written to a Prince, Edward Rammour, no other than the man in the portrait, in the museum where the series of strange events and bizarre dreams of Harry's started.

The girl, Ann, wrote about their first met, about their little moments together, about the look in his eyes when he looked at her, about the things he said that he didn't pay attention to but she remembered every single word. And Harry knew every single detail in here, he'd seen them countless of times in his dreams, in which the girl who was supposed to be Ann, looked like Y/N. But the last few letters were all from her point of view so he didn't know what was gonna happen. She talked about not being able to see him as much, about doubting his love for her, about believing in his love for her again when he snuck out to visit her one night, about the things people in the castle said about her even in her presence, about a princess named Emilié who was betrothed to the Prince and hated her deeply, about receiving his letter one night asking her to meet him in the library. And in the last paragraph of the very last letter, she wrote about how happy she was because she believed they were gonna run away together. Harry's heart wrenched in anguish for he knew that wasn't what had happened.

In a millisecond, all the lost memories flooded back to him. Harry now remembered. Everything.

He remembered her screaming and shouting and begging him to save her and not let them take her away, and he didn't save her, he watched them take her away. He remembered saying goodbye to her one last time. He remembered the look on her face before the door shut between them, He remembered telling her he loved her, forever, and so he did. He loved her forever.

He remembered everything.

And on the hospital bed, he burst into tears, and those tears fell down and blurred out the handwriting of the girl who'd been dead for hundreds of years, yet kept alive inside his heart.

"Little Annalise had always preferred to be called Ann."

He lifted his head quickly and saw Maggie at the door. He didn't ask her to explain, he already knew what was going on. "Is Y/N...is she..."

"Yes, she is." The woman gave him a nod. "Did you feel strange when you looked into her eyes?" He did. "The eyes are the windows to a person's soul. That was why when you looked into hers, as well as...your own...in that painting in the museum, you felt a sense of familiarity that you couldn't explain. Same souls, trapped in two different bodies"

"How is this even possible?" Harry grimaced, trying to put two and two together on his own, but it wasn't that simple. "Why are there only two of us? Do the other...Does this happen to them too? How are you still alive?!"

"I'm the head witch, I'm immortal. Not even fire could kill me," she said, smiling as she approached his bed and sat down on the chair where she'd sat earlier.

Taking in a deep breath, she began, “when a person dies, his or her soul breaks into tiny pieces, each creates a new life. They start again as different people with no memories of the lives they used to have. But Ann already casted a spell on you, on both of you actually. That spell keeps your souls from unraveling and also connected to each other. So you’ve met in every single lifetime, and had many chances to start over. But this is the closest you’ve ever got to the ending she wanted for you two.”

"Why did it take me until today, this lifetime, to remember?"

"Because it took me that many centuries to have found you." Maggie sighed. "I usually found Ann first, but as there are more and more people on the Earth nowadays, it's really difficult to track her down. Every time I arrived in the past, it was already too late. But this time, I guess God does show some mercy after all. He brought me to you instead."

"So you working here is all a coincidence."

"A magical coincidence. I almost didn't believe it when I saw you here." She showed him a smile. And even though Harry had calmed down by now, he was still in shock. "Edward asked me to give you these letters, he thought only them would help you remember."

"W-Why should I remember if...if every time we got together one of us died?"

"Because only when you remember, would this story be over."

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"Are you sure you want me to have them?"

Edward nodded, pushing the letters into Madam Maggie's hand as he insisted, "you're the only hope for me to find her."

She really was. Madam Maggie said once Ann had reincarnated into a new body, she would be able to feel her, and even if it might take a lot of effort to find her and convince her to believe she was Ann, it was possible.

Honestly, Edward didn't really believe in life after death. But he hadn't believed in witches until he met Ann, and she was real. Sometimes he still wished she hadn't been real. Maybe if she'd been a dream, a beautiful dream, then he would just sleep forever and never wake up.

"But how did you know it was the only way to break the spell?" He asked Madam Maggie, eyes on the letters. She could sense the sound of fear and doubt in his trembling voice.

"I just knew when you first told me, dear." She put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "She said it herself, only when you've found her in another life, could you two finally be together."

Edward exhaled though his mouth as recalled his lover's last words. She did say so, after she'd kissed him. The kiss. He realized it now! That kiss was when she put a spell on them both!

"Destiny is a funny thing, it's like a chess game, if you can't win, you lose." Madam Maggie took a deep breath and slowly let it all out. "Destiny wants to keep you two apart, so it will make sure you two are forever kept apart no matter what. Ann tried to break the rules, so by finding her she meant, you, finding Ann, not whoever she'd be in the next lifetime, or many after that. If you fail to recognize her but still try to break the rules by being with her, then destiny does what it has to, history repeats itself. One of you will pay the price."

Edward opened his mouth to ask another question, yet Madam Maggie shushed him right before he could release a single sound. "You should get some rest, your coronation is tomorrow."

Then she walked away, disappeared into the darkness of the long corridor. And that was also the last time he ever saw her.

"Edward! Wait, darling!" The voice caught Edward's attention, and he turned around, wishing he hadn't. His mother ran up to him, sounding so desperate as she pleaded, "darling, we need to talk!"

"No, we don't," he said coldly and started walking away. But she chased after him and managed to grab him by the arm.

"I understand that you don't want to speak to your wife but I am—"

"She's not my wife!" He shouted, but the frightened look on her face made him weak again. "It's only a title. Tomorrow she might be the Queen of England, but she will never be my wife."

"You cannot say that! You have to give her a chance! You need a son to rule after you!"

"I don't want a son so he would grow up with a mother like that. I don't want him to suffer the same way I am." Edward hoped those words did hurt the Queen, he hoped the pain shown on her face was genuine. However, he didn't know anymore, he didn't believe in it. Was there anything, or anyone in this castle, 'genuine'? "Emilié had told me everything, mother. You sent Ann in there...knowing father could hurt her. You were willing to destroy a young girl's life just to make sure I'd stay for the throne. Now I am King, are you happy now?"

"I did it because I love you!"

"You, same as Emilié, same as father, love no one but yourself!" Each and every one of those word was a knife pierced right through his chest. "The only one who's ever loved me for me, and not who I am, or going to be, was Ann, and now she's dead."

"I am still your mother..."

"You are not." He shook his head slowly, trying not to cry because she wasn't worth anymore of his tears. He'd suffered enough. "I loved you, I really loved you."

Loved. The sound of it crushed the Queen's dark heart into dust, and she thought she might collapse onto the floor had she been able to feel any of her muscle. She was frozen right where she stood, eyes wide, jaw dropped, heartbroken, staring at the son she'd let down. They could've just continued to stand there until sunrise, had the conversation been interrupted by the arrival of the Chief Minister.

"There you are, Your Highness!" Exclaimed the man, who sounded so thrilled since he didn't know what was happening here. "I already had everything you asked prepared for the coronation tomorrow morning. Also Piersilvio, the famous Italian painter, he wanted to paint your portrait as a gift. He would arrive at court soon after the ceremony."

"Good." Edward nodded as he exhaled sharply. "Anything else?"

"No, Your Highness."

"It's 'Your Majesty' to you now."

"Yes...My apologies...Your Majesty..." The Chief Minister hung his head to show respect to the new young King as he was startled by the change in Edward's attitude. He was afraid he might been in trouble for addressing the monarch in the wrong way, but Edward didn't pay much attention to it.

"Have a good evening, His Excellency. Could you please escort the Queen Mother back to her bed chamber?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When Edward absented himself, he heard his mother desperately screaming out his name, begging him to forgive her. However, he turned a deaf ear to all the things she said. He was no different from a dead man walking.

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There were indeed plenty of museums in London, more than 170 of them. Countless of visitors came and went every single day. What were the chances of two person returning to the same museum, every single day, to sit in front of the same painting? Surely very little.

For the first few days the pair were there, nobody really noticed. For almost two weeks, they began to. Everyday before the museum was closed, a young man and a young woman would arrive and stare at the portrait of Edward Rammour, and then they left when everyone else did. Some people thought they were lovers who shared the same passion with art, some said they were sad, depressed, and lonely, some said they were crazy. However, nobody actually came and asked them what their story was. Maybe if someone had, they would've told them.

"How long are you gonna keep tormenting yourself?" Asked Jason as he sat down by his best friend's side on the bench in front of the painting and handed her a donut, which she refused.

"Until I get my memories back..."

"That's impossible."

"Why?" She snorted. "I think I just need a bit more time with this painting, and it'll all come back to me. She wanted me to remember. That was why she cursed me as well."

"We don't really know what she wanted." Jason heaved a sigh. "Maybe she wanted the King to pay for his mistake by cursing him, but she didn't think about how it would also affect her in her new lives."

That theory seemed justifying, but Y/N knew it wasn't the truth. People wouldn't want themselves to be bound together for eternity with someone they loathed. She knew the woman she used to be still loved the King despite it all. If only she could remember what had really happened.

"He's back in London you know," Jason broke the silence between the two of them, hand reaching out to hold hers. He thought she might pull away like many times before, but this time she didn't. She stayed still where she was, emotionless, unbothered. "Have you listened to his new song? It's about you."

"I have. I love it. I wish I could tell him."

"You should reach out to him...if you want to."

"I can't, you know I can't." The lump in her throat when she thought about him made it hard for her to breathe. "Not until I know how to break the curse. If we tried to be together, there would be consequences."

"So you're gonna spend your entire life, sitting in front of this painting, trying to remember a life you had...five centuries ago?"

A simple "yes" was her answer. And Jason knew nothing else to say. He wanted what was best for her, and he thought separating her from Harry would fix everything. But everything became worse. She'd been losing sleep, her nightmares got more real and hard to wake up from. Still her memories of her past life were still dust in a desert.

Jason asked her if she was thirsty, she said no, but he said he would go buy her something to drink anyway. He then laid a kiss on her cheek and stood up to go. She was once again left alone. Actually, she wasn't alone.

She could feel him near. She didn't even need to turn around to know he was there. She just did. And she was afraid to look because her feelings could be wrong, and if he wasn't standing right behind her she would be so disappointed. That was when his voice rang right through her ear. The first thing he said wasn't 'hi' or 'hello' or 'how have you been?' Or even her name.

It was, "I've found you."

Y/N rose from the bench to turn around, facing Harry at last. He was wearing an expensive trench coat, hands in its pockets, his grey flat cap made sure half of his face was covered, but there was no way she could mistaken him with anyone else. Time seemed to stop when they locked eyes, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, she felt something she'd never felt before. She parted her lips, wanting to speak, yet no word escaped for she had no idea what to say. He said he'd found her, but she knew he didn't mean finding her, here, in this museum, it was something else, almost like—

"Of course you don't remember...I...uhm—" he mumbled, as if he was talking to himself. Then a dimpled smile crept up on his face only to vanish as soon as Jason returned with a bottle of water for Y/N.

She didn't know what was going on in Harry's mind at that point, and Harry didn't say a word either. He turned his heels just as Jason recognized him, and quickly made tracks to the nearest exit.

Her eyes quickly followed his familiar figure to that door over there, then all the sounds around her became muted at once. She didn't even hear Jason asking her what had just happened, instead she heard Harry's footsteps echoing inside the walls of her brain as they were fading away. He spun his head and sent her one last look before the door was closed between the two of them. Time stopped. It wasn't Harry that she saw.

She saw Edward.

She saw him being dragged away from her by the men in amours. She heard her own deafening screams as well as his. She saw the flames on the torches on the brick walls mirroring in his green eyes. She saw him mouthing the words 'I love you' to her. The door shut between them two, and she snapped back to reality. Everything vanished. The room, the guards, the flames, the torches, him.

She remembered it now, everything.

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you going?!" Jason shouted after her as she started running fast, pushing her way through a crowd of tourists, who screamed at her for being so rude. Then she burst through that door and she screamed out his name, causing many heads to turn around. There was only one face among them that mattered.

When she saw him she didn't hesitate. Hell, she'd been waiting for this moment for too long, 500 years! Now, she could finally fall into his embrace. Her head against his chest, and she was finally home.

Shocked as he was, Harry didn't resist the hug. He chose to ignore all the judging stares they were receiving and clung onto her, eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed to her forehead.

"Why did you walk away?" She pulled back to look up at him with a pucker between her brows, all out of breath, yet laughing uncontrollably.

"You were...with someone else..." He sounded hurt and confused, it only made her laugh harder.

"That's my best friend Jason, you've met him before, remember?" she cried out, voice trembling because she'd never been so happy that she choked on her own words. "I was waiting for you. I've been waiting for you for so long."

"Wait, so you..."

"I remember." She nodded fast, arms tightened around his waist. "I remember exactly what was going through my head in that tower. I remember feeling so scared when I was on the stake. I remember the last image in my head was you. I remember...telling you to find me in another life so we could finally be together...And you did, Harry you found me."

When she touched his face, Harry felt as if there was magic on her fingertips. He dug his nose into her palm, sniffing away his own tears as he wiped away the ones that were rolling down her cheeks. He heard the sound of the camera shutter somewhere behind her, behind him, on his left, and his right, knowing their reunion could've already made the news already, yet he couldn't care less.

"How did you know I was here?" She asked, still cupping his cheeks with no intention of letting him go.

"I came to your house and Lisa told me." He paused. "I'm sorry it took me so long. I needed over a week to think of what to say to you before coming here so I wouldn't sound insane...I even brought your letters—"

"How do you have the letters?" Her eyes grew wide, mouth slightly opened. "Wait, have you...have you met her?" Y/N felt like her heart could burst from joy when he nodded his head, telling her yes. "Where is she?! Is she here?!"

"No, but I'll take you to her, love. She really misses you," he told her while looking around and spotting a couple sneaky paparazzi. So he locked his fingers around her wrist and urged her to come with him and get out of here so they could finally tell each other everything that had happened.

"Harry, wait!" Y/N tugged on his arm when he was about to pull her with him. "I...I need you to kiss me now so I can be sure neither of us is gonna die."

Her pretentious fear made Harry burst into laughter. With no hesitation, he cupped her cheeks with both hands, bringing his face down to hers so the tips of their noses brushed against each other, then with their lips only one breath apart, he whispered to her, "queen of my heart."

He kissed her exactly how she wanted to be kissed, like it was their first, last, everything they had left to lose. This passionate and timeless moment put an official end to the series of misery that had lasted for five centuries long. And people who walked past King Edward's portrait that day could swear when they told the story, of how they saw the man in the painting, smile.

[luckyjak]

fic: I tend to make it about me

After catching Caleb and Essik kissing, the Mighty Nein have questions. Caleb...doesn't really have answers. [Shadowgast, sequel to "I never leave well enough alone" (AO3 Link) but can probably be read alone]

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It was bound to happen at some point. He knew it was going to happen, ever since he kissed Essik, and Jester and Beau came screaming into the room, interrupting them, he knew this conversation was bound to happen.

He had just hoped his makeshift family would give him a moment to collect his thoughts before the interrogation begun. An hour to himself. Thirty minutes. Honestly, at this point, he would have gladly taken literally any time longer than it took for Essik’s shadowed form to leave the entrance to their home.

But as Essik turned the corner and left, Nott and Yeza turned it, too, and walked up to the porch where Caleb was still standing. There was a little bit of snow falling on the ground. The goblin/halfling pair smiled at him warmly, their arms full of grocery sacks. “He seemed like he was off in a hurry,” Yeza noted, a bit of snow stuck to his glasses.

“A little bit,” Caleb agreed, rushing forward to help carry things, taking one sack from Nott and another from Yeza. (Ah, not groceries--alchemic supplies--although some of it still looked edible.) “He was late for a meeting with the Bright Queen,”

“Ah,” Nott nodded. “Got distracted studying magic and lost track of time?”

“More like got distracted by Caleb’s dick,” Beau announced herself from behind Caleb, waltzing out of the front porch. Caduceus must have put her down at some point. The traitor.

Nott dropped her bag of supplies, causing a small purple fire to erupt in their yard. “What?”

“Your boy-toy’s gone, right?” Beau continued to ask Caleb, even as Yeza panicked to stop the fire. ( “Boy-toy???” Nott cowed). “Family meeting time, then.”

Caleb was certain his face was as red as his hair. He ran his hand down his face to cover it anyway. “Beauregard. Tactful as ever,” He grimaced. “Can’t it wait until later? After dinner, perhaps?”

“Absolutely not,” the monk shook her head. “Should’ve talked about it sooner, but I didn’t realize you two were involved.”

“ Involved???” Nott howled, and Yeza yelped backwards, trying to shield the bag of supplies with his body. “Caleb, he’s a spy!  From the Bright Queen!”

“I know, Nott,”

“He could be trying to kill you! And you’re gonna sleep with him???” Nott yelled. “Did we learn nothing from the Avantika fiasco?”

Yeza looked confused. “Who's Avantika?”

“Oh yeah, Fjord has thoughts about that,” Beau pointed back at the house with her thumb. “Part of the reason for the family meeting. He’s worried about security,” she did give Caleb a sheepish look though, as if she finally realized she might have overreacted to the wrong thing.

“He could be using you!”

“Using me for what, Nott?” Caleb sighed, feeling a migraine come on. “For my impressive collection of outdated Empire secrets? For my magical talents, of which he vastly outclasses me?”

Nott’s face was a darker green. “You underestimate your talents! You are a smart, resourceful, intelligent young man--”

“I am thirty years old,” He interrupted her. “Hardly a young man. I know my worth, and I know what I’m not,” He frowned at her, head pounding against his skull. “Is it really so unbelievable that a man like Essik might actually like me?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all!” Nott hollered. "Of course Essik should like you! Everyone should like you! But he's absolutely loyal to the Bright Queen, and--"

“I’m going to put these away before we start another fire,” Yeza interrupted, his voice more solid and grounded than Caleb had heard it before. Normally, the halfling was a bit squeaky and quiet, but right now he sounded, well, leader-ish. “Caleb, be a dear and carry the rest of them with me,”

Nott and Beau immediately began talking over one another: “But we aren’t finished--” “Family meeting, right now, Fjord said--”

“--We’re gonna put the supplies away in the lab, and then we’re gonna go have a family meeting,” Yeza interrupted. “Some of these supplies are dangerous,” he gestured to where the smoke was finally starting to go out beside Nott, “It will only take a minute. I think everyone can wait that long, at least.”

Nott looked at ground, sheepish. “I can help put things away--”

“Might be better if you didn’t, though,”

Yeza gave her a look, and Nott gave him a look back, and as far as Caleb could tell they were having an entire nonverbal conversation for the two minutes they stood there, until, eventually, Yeza grinned. “It’ll be fine. Caleb can help me.”

“...Alright,” Nott requested, giving a sheepish look to Caleb, and then to Yeza, “I’ll head to the War Room with the others.”

Beau pointed two fingers at her own eyes, then pointed them back at Caleb. “Five minutes. Then I’m dragging you.”

The girls left then, leaving Yeza and Caleb alone, holding three sacks of alchemical supplies between them.

“...Thank you, Yeza,” Caleb offered sheepishly, as they carried the supplies back to the library/lab. The chair was still broken on the floor, and Caleb felt himself color at the thought of what broke the chair, less than an hour ago.

“Veth means well, but she can be a bit overprotective.” Yeza admitted, setting the supplies on the alchemical lab in the back. “I’m certain the others are probably very similar in that regard.” Caleb started pulling ingredients out of bags to put away when Yeza shoved him. “None of that. You’ve only got five minutes to yourself to figure out what you want to say,” He pushed Caleb gently in the direction of Caleb’s bedroom. “I can put this stuff away. You go get your head on straight.”

It was in that moment that Yeza became Caleb’s favorite member of the Mighty Nein, whether he was officially a member or not.

Caleb flomped onto his bed, snapped his fingers to summon Frumpkin, and buried his head into his pillow. His ginger cat purred, rubbing against Caleb’s stomach before curling into a ball next to him. Instinctively, Caleb began petting him.

What to say, what to say? Caleb didn’t even know where to begin. Calm down, he told himself, taking deep breaths, and trying to calm the racing panic in his chest. It was always easier for him to picture himself as the interrogator instead of the interrogatee. Think about this rationally--what would you want to say if Jester were the one kissing Essik instead?

The thought of Jester and Essik kissing made Caleb’s stomach roll, the familiar sting of jealousy rearing its ugly head, even in a hypothetical situation.

Well, first I would want to know if they were serious. Caleb rationed, his stomach in knots.

Well, are you and Essik serious?

He didn’t know. He didn’t know what Essik’s intentions were. Did the drow spymaster want a relationship with Caleb? Did he want he just want a quick fuck and then that would be the end of it? Did he want a friends-with-benefits relationship? Did he--god forbid--did he wish tocourt Caleb?

Caleb didn’t know the answer. They hadn’t gotten a chance to talk about it before Essik had to leave.

Well, what do you want your relationship to be, then?

...Caleb didn’t know the answer to that one, either.

He tried to imagine, for a moment, what it would be like if he and Essik just fucked. And it was a good image: hard, rough, fast. Satisfying. Over too quickly, but a release of the tension that had been building since he met the man. He would--he would like that.

But then he imagined being with Essik. Holding his hand. Reading together, quietly. Trading soft kisses and quiet conversation. Long walks in moonlight. Discussing magical theory while playing footsies over dinner. Drinking wine and having loud, playful arguments over magical application and spellwork.

The second was...infinitely preferable.

I think I want whatever Essik wants, he answered himself, honestly and truthfully. But I would prefer a relationship, I think.

Gods, he was so fucked.

And the extent of your feelings?

A crush. That was an easy one to answer. He had a crush, and it was a crush that, perhaps, with time and affection, may blossom into something more meaningful. But right now it was just a crush: a rush of affection for a handsome man for whom he was attracted to.

And if you had to choose between him and the Nein?

He’d choose the Nein, every time. He’d had his heart broken before, and he had gotten over it then. He could get over it again. But what he had with the Nein was something special, something unique. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

After that, it seemed only a matter to figure out what questions specific members of the Nein would ask him.

Jester would be concerned about kissing, ( “Do you like kissing him, Caleb? Is he nice? Is he a good kisser?”) Yes, he did like kissing him. Yes, he is very nice. Yes, he is a good kisser.

Caduceus--Caduceus would be concerned with matters of the heart ( “Has he treated you well?”) .  So far, the answer was yes.

Yasha would be protective ( “If he hurts you, I can break him.”) or maybe soft (“Does he like flowers?”) He didn’t know if Essik like flowers, but it was a thought worth pursuing.

Beau--Beau was a toss up; she could go a lot of different ways (“What’s his dick like?” to “If you tell me literally anything about him I’ll punch you.”) Which, okay, he could deal with.

Nott would fret, maybe, or worse, become over-invested. ( “Does he intend to marry you?”) Which...Nott, please , please don’t say or do anything, he prayed quickly.

Really, it was Fjord’s questions that worried Caleb the most. (“ What if Essik is evil, and he’s planning on using you, like Avantika?”)

He didn’t get a chance to answer; his thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at his door. “Sorry Caleb,” he heard Yeza’s familiar squeak. “It’s time.”

“It’s alright,” he stood up, stretched, and petted Frumpkin one last time. He grabbed his dark coat off of his desk and put it on.

It was showtime.

Notes:

There will be a chapter two, and it will involve Essik's perspective.

[panismightier]

I took a Greek stories class this semester and the final project was pretty much "whatever, just run it by me,” so at 1:30 AM I learned what a heroic crown of sonnets is (fifteen sonnets, each starting with the line the one before it ended with, and with the final sonnet comprised of the first lines of the preceeding fourteen) and e-mailed my professor that I was gonna do one about the Trojan war with each stanza from the perspective of a character involved. To my moderate surprise, I actually successfully did that, and now present it to you below the cut:

AGAMEMNON She didn’t deserve the fate this war has brought. My daughter, Iphigenia, brought t’ an end— I hide my face, for I can bear it not. O, why am I the one the gods must rend? For what? For war? For trauma more to come? Must I lead the Argives to their death? All clamoring to fight, while I feel numb, Knowing I myself have stopped her breath. I lead because I know that I must do The deed for my dishonored brother’s wife. That wretched Paris who did she there woo, He’s the cause of all the Argives’ strife.      Yet I’m the one who brought this weight of tons,      Her death, and that of fathers, brothers, sons.

IPHIGENIA My death, and that of fathers, brothers, sons: That is what it costs to bring us peace. If I die, the war’s already done, A victory divinely assured for Greece. So I am come to take down Ilion, And bring salvation for all those I love. For this cause, I know a million Of Greeks would die, and I am not above That sacrifice. So weep not, Father, dear; This is my choice as much as it is yours. I swear, though gone, my memory is here, So get to Troy with winds set on your course.      Though, some dishonor does come with my lot:      The pain and suffering Greece on Troy has wrought.

MENELAOS The pain and suffering Greece on Troy has wrought Is justice in the very clearest sense; He stole my wife from my own bed and ought To suffer; for that is the consequence. My fellows swore an oath when we were wed That they’d defend our marriage with their lives, And so for th’ sake of honor, they have bled, So many dying ‘neath the Trojan’s knives. I am not proud of all that we have lost, But ‘tis a sacrifice that’s worth to make. The hospitality that Paris tossed Aside—for that, our vengeance we must take.      A thousand cries on a thousand dying tongues—      One misdeed for a thousand other ones.

ODYSSEUS One misdeed for a thousand other ones— Is that the justice that our leaders seek? In the city where the Scamander runs, Both sides dwindle, everything looks bleak. We’ve not the leaders Greece deserves to see. Agamemnon stumbles, and the rest Cannot make up for his weakness; he must be Strong enough to pass this awful test. A leader, too, though, I’m not free of guilt. My weakness too does weaken noble Greece. I tried to cheat and not to hold this hilt, And at whatever cost, I hope for peace.      The wind’s now lifted, but our sails rent.      The Greeks, victorious, are not innocent.

PHILOCTETES The Greeks, victorious, are not innocent. Abandoned me on foreign shores—for what? For pain, a bite; although I never meant To hurt my Greece, I’m punished for a cut. And now they want me back again—and why? For Heracles’ bow they need to end the war, Or so did some-or-other prophesy. The wound of betrayal still i’ my heel is sore, And yet comes Odysseus, here to beg me back With Neoptolemus, Achilles’ son— As though his father does dishonor lack. With me, I know the war’s already won.      But even so, I see it as it stands:      The blood of noble men is on their hands.

PATROCLUS The blood of noble men is on our hands. I am a soldier, yes, but yet I feel I’ the march on Troy, our Myrmidons in bands, That I may be a better suit to heal. Achilles sulks in ‘s tent, mistreated by That Agamemnon’s selfish bitterness. He clings to pride while people ‘round him die— I hate it, but I love him nonetheless. Achilles, love, let go and help our men; If not, let me have something else to do. I’ll strap your armor on, go out, and then— Your image must mean much for those you slew.      And yet I sense ‘f to battle I am sent,      Good Hector is disgraced by grief-struck bent.

ACHILLES Good Hector is disgraced by grief-struck bent Because he took from me my dearest love. I said that he bore me no ill-intent Until Patroclus died beneath his glove. Therefore I do not hold it as a wrong That I should, in revenge, then end his life. They love him; “Troy’s great soldier,” sing his song, Yet ‘s love for Troy o’ershadows love for ‘s wife. This war, at first, was one I wouldn’t fight; My mother hid me ‘hind the guise of a gown. So ‘spite my oath, each battle is a plight To follow Agamemnon’s crooked crown.      I feel no shame to say it’s by my hand      That Priam’s ‘prived of sons on his own land.

PRIAM That I am ‘prived of sons on my own land Is something that I never did deserve. My youngest from the city of Troy I banned, Although, to kill the boy, none had the nerve. Is this my fault? Should I have been more sure That torch in my wife’s womb was well burnt out? But now that it is done, there is no cure; There’s only grief that’s seeped in poison doubt. Good Hector, boy, I’m sorry that I fail. You were the best of us and still I let Achilles drag you ‘round in ‘s raging rail. Your brother, Paris, comes, and so we get      A countless army banging at our door—      For Helen’s sake they fight this bloody war. 

CLYTEMNESTRA For Helen’s sake they fight this bloody war. So what of Helen? Why is she the one That all these Argives stir themselves up for? They kill my daughter; what, then, have I won? So blame me, if you’d like, for Argos’ fate. Blame me for Aegisthus, all my sin Call me cursèd villainess, just wait! I will not let this world that hates me win. My husband brings back maids from Trojan shores— Cassandra, prophetess, though that means naught— Yet I break chastity, no longer yours, And I’m the one who ‘n evil has been caught.      I kill for me, and not for Helen. Scorn      That maiden of beauty from her husband torn.

PARIS That maiden of beauty from her husband torn Is my reward, and justly did I earn That prize from goddesses with apple borne Who came to ask my judgement. They did yearn All after that fruit for the fairest maid— Though th’ fairest maid of men is now my own. Fair Aphrodite best my ‘pinion swayed, But I knew not for my wife war would be sown. Hospitality’s just words we mince. I took the prize she promisèd to me. I went from lowly shepherd to a prince And for that I will never sorry be.      I didn’t know she’d bring ships to our shore;      They must put forth their lives for th’oath they swore.

THETIS He must put forth his life for th’ oath he swore. My seventh child, the first one to survive. My test of immortality he bore Long enough that Peleus let him thrive. But he’s so fragile—fearsome, mortal still. I cannot let my son sail off and fight— They prophesy he won’t be saved by ‘s skill Although he’ll be the Grecian army’s light. I’ll hide him away, do all I can to save Him from the fate I know he’ll meet one day. My stubborn son knows not how to behave. His oath, and not my love, will bring him sway,      And he will leave, his body to be torn—      O, would that Helen never had been born!

HELEN O, would that Helen never had been born! My name is slandered, though I never did A thing against the man to whom I’m sworn, All because fair Cypris won some bid. I’m beautiful, and beauty is my curse. I’m lusted after, grabbed at, kidnapped, raped— My own beauty is all for the worse. Some stories say to Egypt I escaped, But even there, pursued by th’ very king! There is no ‘scape until my Menelaus Returns t’ remind me I am not some thing. My mind needs freedom from tormenting chaos.      But ‘cause they call me, Helen, guiding light,      Neither side feels any shame to fight.

HECTOR Neither side feels any shame to fight, Because in battle, there’s no shame to find. Unless he turns and tucks his tail in fright, Every soldier’s strong in heart and mind. They call me th’ strongest warrior in Troy— That’s a title I will not deny. Although it pains me t’ leave behind my boy, To leave in war is the best way to die. I’ve fought the strongest Greeks they say there are, Though they say too to one man I could lose: Achilles, son of Peleus, won’t spar— I hear he’s nursing his bold ego’s bruise.      Although this war on Troy is surely a blight,      I’m convinced that this is what is right.

APHRODITE All convinced that this is what is right, The Greeks and Trojans tear each other down. Alliances and oaths do tie them tight; In prophesies and ego trips they’ll drown. I caused this, maybe; I can take some blame For tempting that young shepherd with a girl, But ‘t was his choice, his theft, that brought this flame Upon Troy’s walls, that burning, killing whirl. There’s countless one could blame for how this goes: Me, or Paris, Menelaus, Zeus, Achilles’ rage, Patroclus in his clothes, The very Fates refusing them a truce.      Fair Helen, though, is blameless, or she ought.      She didn’t deserve the fate this war has brought.

CHORUS of Greek soldiers She didn’t deserve the fate this war has brought: Her death, and that of fathers, brothers, sons. The pain and suffering Greece on Troy has wrought— One misdeed for a thousand other ones. The Greeks, victorious, are not innocent; The blood of noble men is on our hands: Good Hector was disgraced by grief-struck bent, And Priam ‘prived of sons on his own land. For Helen’s sake we fight this bloody war, That maiden of beauty from her husband torn. We must put forth our lives for th’ oath we swore— O, would that Helen never had been born!      Neither side feels any shame to fight,      All convinced that this is what is right.

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

MDZS ch.103

so as you can see i’m almost fully back on tumblr screaming my heart out, i can’t believe i managed to hold on this long??????? i missed you all and my sons so much?????? thank god i didn’t go on with mdzs, i left with jiang cheng crying and that was AlReDy ToO FreAkInG MuCh for my heart so-

*takes a deep breath again*

Sect Leader Jiang’s words were eternally tainted with mockery. But this time, whom he mocked was no one but himself.

Suddenly, he said, “I’m sorry.”

Wei WuXian hesitated, “… You don’t need to say sorry.”

how

is it

that i already feel like crying. jc said sorry. okay but can i hug him? moreover, can i hug wwx? LET ME IN, MDZS, LET ME IN

EDIT:

It wasn’t something he liked to reminisce about. He didn’t want to be reminded again and again of what it felt like when his core was cut out or what price he had to pay. If this were exposed in the past, he’d most likely laugh and comfort Jiang Cheng, ‘It’s not that big of a deal anyways. Look at me all these years. Without the core, I still managed to come through, didn’t I? Beating everyone I wanted to beat, killing everyone I wanted to kill.’ But now, he indeed didn’t have the strength left to put up such a confident, nonchalant pretense.

From the bottom of his heart, he knew he wasn’t so indifferent about it after all.

*chokes*

oh dear god... so, this chapter apparently really wants to kill as by starting out with all those things we already knew deep down, like how hard of a decision it was for wwx to give up his golden core, how he can’t pretend that it’d didn’t hurt anymore, both physically and emotionally -we all know how proud of his skills wwx was, and he gave up everything for jc. how much, at the same, he owns to the jiangs for the life he was able to conduct. it pains me to imagine how conflicted he must have felt with himself.

we all knew this, but it’s all in plain sight now, for everyone to read.

and it freaking hurts, it hurts so much and wwx is hurting too and i can’t absolutely stand it.

EDIT 2:

Take it as repayment, or take it as redemption. Take it as he’d never received the golden core to begin with.

After explaining things to himself like this again and again, it was as though he was truly as confident and as nonchalant as he made it seem like on the surface, and along the way he could even praise himself for such a state of mind, whether he was lying or not.

But that was in his past life.

(wwx’s soul is so good and full of light it makes me feel like reading his thoughts is astonishing but incredibly dangerous like walking on water. 

but that last line also tells me that he is growing out of the pain he suffered and caused, which shows maturity, which feels like real redemption to me. I WANT MY SON HAPPY-)

He clenched Lan WangJi’s hand, saying to Jiang Cheng, “Right now, I do really think… it’s all in the past. It’s been too long. There’s no need to struggle with it any longer.”

(LOOK AT MY SON DRAWING STRENGTH FROM HIS HUSBAND)

EDIT 3:

At this point, still enveloped in Lan XiChen’s robe, Nie HuaiSang gradually woke up. Moaning lightly, he managed to crawl up, still bleary-eyed, “Where am I?”

hello sleeping beauty! how is it that nhs is always where he should be, poor boy

EDIT 4: nhs waking up to wwx and lwj snuggled against each other and feeling like he is gonna faint again is me

EDIT 5:

At the same time, a series of strange sounds came from behind the Guanyin Temple, as though something was being spurt out. A moment later, the cultivators who’d been digging began to wail too.

okay, PLOT. i keep forgetting that. WHAT’S GOING ON

WHAT SCENT

oh no, sushi is alive

oh yes!! seems like jgy isn’t feeling sO gOoD-

EDIT 6:

Lan XiChen hesitated for a moment before asking, “What happened?”

Jin GuangYao paused in surprise. Blood finally seemed to have rose to his cheeks as he managed a smile, “An accident.”

uuuugh maybe i feel a little bad for him, like, why do you have to be so bad, jgy-

EDIT 7:

The pungent smell dissipated gradually. Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi got up as well. A tall mountain of dirt could be seen beside a deep ditch. Quite a delicate coffin lay at one side, atop it a pitch-black box. Both of the two had been opened already, and thin, white smoke continued to rise from within.

wait. wait, so, i am confused, what the hell. why the coffin? what’s that black box? white smoke?? like the white thingy making living people a little less living?? so jgy is going around opening coffins for what? the white pouder?

*yi city arc, triggered*

EDIT 8: nope, okay, it actually looks poisonous enough, it killed so many people!! what the hell is going on uuuuugh

EDIT 9: oh, no, okay, he wanted that coffin, expected someone was in there probably. (well, of course he did, ptf, it’s a coffin)

but oh? no corpse!

Lan XiChen approached. After he saw the horror that had become of the palace, he was shocked, “What in the world did you bury here? How could this be??” 

(thank you, xichen, for giving voice to our inner questions!!)

His expression was terrifying indeed, sending chills down Nie HuaiSang’s spine. He didn’t even dare vomit too loudly, covering his mouth behind Lan XiChen’s back, shivering whether out of fear or the cold. Lan XiChen turned around and said a few words of comfort to him, while Jin GuangYao didn’t even have the strength to upkeep his kind, gentle front.

(is it me, or seeing jgy angry is actually comforting? like, he is always so calm and smirky, chilling in the background while the world collapses following his schemes, so him being like this, angry and no longer able to keep up his facade... hello, human jgy!

also, nhs!! OMG BABY, he took it bad, tho i would probably throw up too)

EDIT 10: okay people, let’s all sit back and admire wwx being more clever than everyone else alive.

EDIT 11:

Jin GuangYao’s eyes slowly moved towards him.

Wei WuXian, “The one who told Qin Su the good things you did was Madam Qin’s previous maid, BiCao. But when BiCao suddenly decided to expose everything, did you really believe nobody was pushing things forward from behind? And Maiden SiSi, the one you locked up. Who saved her? Who was the one that told her to go to the YunmengJiang Sect with BiCao and expose your secrets in front of everyone? If they could find out every single one of those hidden secrets of yours, Sect Leader Jin, what’s so hard about coming here beforehand and switching what you wanted to dig up with poisonous smoke to give you when you came?”

oh, wow. wow. okay, so someone effectively was behind it, someone different from jgy, sushi and their peers, i think i guessed right, tho i thought it was lxc pulling the strings secretely. but since he was a prisoner... uhm. it’s gonna be someone unbelievable but totally fitting.

WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY EXCITING OMG

was i right with lxc? or is it maybe someone from the jin sect who wished to wash his/her hands of what jgy is doing? or uhm.......... nhs? uh. because i’m thinking the coffin could have been the one where nmj’s corpse before everything happened...?

EDIT 12:

Wei WuXian grinned, “Sect Leader Jin, have you ever thought that perhaps tonight you’re a mantis, yet there’s an oriole* behind you? The one who’s been watching you might be hiding in the dark this exact moment, observing your every move. No, maybe, it’s not a person…”

The storm muffled the thunder. As he heard the words ‘not a person’, for a split second, something that could be described as fear flashed across Jin GuangYao’s face.

I AM FREAKING SHIVERING WHAT THE HELL WHEN DID THIS BECOME A HORROR STORY!!! can it really be a strange entity trying to get revenge or something? OMG EXPLAIN

uuuuuh that fAcE jgy! THAT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE, T R E M B L E

EDIT 13:

Wei WuXian thought, To other people, Su She’s quite sarcastic, and to Lan Zhan, he’s even more resentful. But he’s sure quite respectful towards Jin GuangYao.

As he thought this, he couldn’t help glancing at Lan WangJi, just in time to see a streak of ice flash before his eyes.

Voice cold, Lan WangJi spoke to Su She, “Turn around.”

Su She was looking down, applying medicine to the scratch marks at his chest, facing them sideways. As he heard Lan WangJi’s almost inviolable command, he involuntarily turned around. As he turned around, both Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling widened their eyes. The grin on Wei WuXian’s face disappeared as well.

He almost couldn’t believe it, “… It’s you!”

GUYS W H A T

WHO IS HE WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH THEM ISN’T THAT SUSHI tho it’s true, he is rude with everyone, wth wTH-

WHO IS THIS

WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT? GOOOOOOOOOOOD I WANNA KNOW!!!

[apicturewithasmile]

LOST rewatch (season 2):

[follow the entire rewatch-tag here]

episode 1 – Man of Science, Man of Faith:

It’s Desmond tiiiiiime!!!! Maaaaake your own kind of muuuusiiiiiic!!!

>:

OH MY GOD Jack’s flashback hair is horrible.

Desmond’s accent alone is worth watching the show but honestly, his whole character is a total game changer. He’s the personified sci-fi element and I McFriggin love it!

 episode 2 – Adrift:

Big feels for Sawyer here

Does this count as the first on-island flashback when we see John climbing down the hatch? Because we already saw what happened after that in the previous episode… I guess it’s only a mini flashback but still… it is…

Awwww it’s the Dharma sharky

With every Michael flashback I hate his ex even more.

How did everything that’s happened so far only happen in 44 days?!?! It feels like they gone through enough drama for a whole year.

“box man”

episode 3 – Orientation:

Katey Sagal <3

Kate discovering the real important shit – first the chocolate, now the guns

“You needed a father figure and I needed a kidney.” Fuck you Anthony Cooper.

“Why do you find it so hard to believe?” – “Why do you find it so easy?” – “IT’S NEVER BEEN EASY!!!” --- you tell him, John!!!

episode 4 – Everybody Hates Hugo:

I missed Rose!

….Hurley’s boss at the fast food restaurant… ain’t that the same guy who bullied John at the box company? Did I ever notice that before?

episode 5 – …And Found:

Jin’s hair growing longer is all I ever needed for my inner peace.

That Sun + John scene in her garden :’)

I forgot how good the score of that show is. Suck me right up with the feels!

episode 6 – Abandoned:

Oh nooo… that the episode where Shannon dies? Please don’t!!!

I can never understand what it is Ghost Walt is saying to Shannon

John holding the baby *external screaming*

I’ll forever be bitter that they killed Shannon off – all the missed potential for character development

episode 7 – The Other 48 Days:

It’s Nathan Ingram looking like Indiana Jones.

Is it ever explained what the Arrow Station was for?

It’s so annoying that the place Ana killed Goodwin isn’t the same place where Jin finds his corpse in the jungle.

episode 8 – Collision:

Kate winning against Jack at golf is what I’m here for.

I wish Ana Lucia and Sayid had gotten more scenes together after that

“What good would it be to kill you if we’re both already dead?”

That reunion scene of Rose & Bernard and Sun & Jin is soooooo kitschy, I love it

episode 9 – What Kate Did:

Petition for Daniel Daw Kim to be topless more often

I… didn’t remember Sawyer fever-mumbles to Jack that he loves Kate

Ah yes, it’s the black horsey episode

Shannon’s funeral :’( whyyyyyy?????

“Boy, when you say beginning you mean… beginning.”

I’m trying to figure out who cut out part of the Orientation video… was it Kelvin?

Kate’s dad, who’s a very high ranking soldier: “I don’t have murder in my heart.” Me: …..sure, Jan.

“Don’t mistake coincidence for fate.” Mr. Eko and John could have had sooo many intriguing conversations; it’s a pity they had to write him out.

episode 10 – The 23rd Psalm:

I don’t like the whole drug plot but that’s probably because that means more plot for Charlie… like… don’t get me wrong: I like the backstory, but not the new found drama with Charlie

Smokey in his whole glory. That scene is so breath taking, I love it.

episode 11 – The Hunting Party:

 I had forgotten the whole “Michael locks John and Jack up in the armory”-bit

And Jack and Locke actually taking a button-shift together? That’s programmed trouble.

Fuck you Jack! Take Kate with you! You’ve known her for…. What? Over 50 days? You know she won’t stay behind. You’re really no good judge of character, are you?

funny how John is so curious about Sawyer’s name… kinds foreshadowing to the whole Anthony Cooper connection as if John already felt it somehow

Geronimo Jackson

episode 12 – Fire + Water:

 I find it interesting that they chose a + symbol for the title instead of “and” or an ampersand.

Charlie’s parents’ accents are… bad.

“Now Locke’s your friend, eh?” oh shut the fuck up Charlie!!!

Hurley as Jesus on Charlie’s dream is foreshadowing

The difference between Charlie and John is that John is protective over Claire and Aaron whereas Charlie is possessive.

 “[Kate’s] hot, [Jack’s] hot” – Ana Lucia, confirmed bisexual.

YAAAAS!!! Hit the bastard, John! You show him!!!!

episode 13 – The Long Con:

 “You wanna break seven virgin Marys? Be my guest! But I’m superstitious.”

Yunjin Kim is the only person on earth that can make the colour orange look good to me

Seriously… I didn’t remember why exactly I dislike Charlie so much but season 2 reminds me episode by episode.

episode 14 – One Of Them:

 IT’S HAPPENING! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!!

I’m so here for every scene between Sayid and Danielle

Amazing “arm waving through a tent” acting @Michael Emerson!!!

“My name is Henry Gale, I’m from Minnesota.” LIIIIIIAAAAAARRRR!!!

I think the first time I watched it I was so excited about Michael Emerson that I didn’t notice the guy who’s talking to Sayid in the next scene is Kelvin.

The first time John sees his future island husband… awwwww :’)

Funny how at first John doesn’t believe Ben’s act but later he’s like “tell me all the lies, I’ll believe you anything, my dear!”

“Why would you travel [in a hot air balloon]?” – “Because I was rich.” Has any line in the entire show ever been that real?

I have trouble believing that Jack is physically stronger than John.

The first time we see the hieroglyphs on the timer.

episode 15 – Maternity Leave:

Alex!!! My pretty little child!!!

Oh my sassy dear rat boy

And creepy Ethan is back.

Mr. Eko: *cuts his beard off* – Not Henry Gale: Okay, wtf?

“Are you the genius or are you the guy who’s feeling like he’s always living in the shadow of the genius?” Ben you little asshole!

episode 16 – The Whole Truth:

Daniel Dae Kim shirtless again – thanks for answering my prayers

Terry O’Quinn gets sexier the scruffier he is

Does Sun realise she’s pregnant this early?!?!?!

Okay John just totally took a glance at Jack’s dick after he was getting out of the shower.

“Jack and Locke are a little too busy worrying about Locke and Jack.”

Oh riiiight, Kate doesn’t know about Not Henry Gale

The fact that Ana Lucia and Sayid get along okayish fills my heart with so much joy but then I remember she’s gonna be dead in like… 2 episodes and I hate that.

“Men reject their prophets and slay them but they love their martyrs and honour those whom they have slain. So what’s the difference between a martyr and a prophet?”

episode 17 – Lockdown:

The first time Ben yells “Jaaawwwn!”

There’s also more and more Emerchesthair going on and I’m here for it!!!

“How about you put your mangos where your mouth is?”

Anthony Cooper you fucking asshole.

John just found the most inappropriate time to propose to someone

“You came back!” – “Did you think I was gonna leave you here?!”

episode 18 – Dave:

I wish Hurley’s story wasn’t focussing on his weight to much

John putting in a good word for Not Henry Gale is my vibe!

Never mind… bondage Ben is MY VIBE!!!

“God doesn’t know how long we’ve been here, John. He can’t see this island any better than the rest of the world can.” --- that’s one of the most underrated lines in the entire show I think.

episode 19 – S.O.S.:

Moooore chesthair action!!!

I love that Rose and Bernard just fairly recently met and haven’t been together for like 30 years already.

episode 20 – Two For The Road:

Ugh is that the Ana Lucia/Christian Shephard episode?? I’m always in for more daddy Shephard.

Strangulation really is Ben’s go to kill method, isn’t it?

“I was coming for you.” – you sure were, my guy. You sure were.

episode 21 - ? :

“the artist formerly known as Henry Gale”

Terry O’Quinn’s arms give me life

It’s the Pearl station

Oh riiiight there’s been cameras in the Swan station, totally forgot that

“every single second of my pathetic little life is as useless as that button” poor John

Sawyer comforting Kate… I’m here for it!

episode 22 – Three Minutes:

Oh Alex, my sweet angel

“we got caught in a net” – “why are you telling me this, Sawyer?” – “because you’re about the closet thing I got a friend on this island, Doctor.” I wish they had spent more time focussing on that broship rather than the love triangle

DESMOND’S BACK!!!!

episodes 23 and 24 – Live Together, Die Alone:

“we’re stuck in a bloody snow globe”

Charles fucking Widmore, my OTV – One True Villain

Aaah it’s the weird Hurley bird

John crying in the jungle breaks my heart (and fuck you Charlie for making fun of him)

“with enough money and determination you can find anyone”

Desmond realising John saved his life by hammering on that hatch door is one of the best moments in the whole show.

Not Henry Gale is back, my bebe, right there with the dramatic appearance on a boat

Desmond really big on competing against Sayid in the “who’s got the best island hair”-competition (Sayid still winning tho)

“I’m sorry for whatever happened that made you stop believing but it’s all real.”

“We’re the good guys, Michael!”

[imsarabum]

Responses to {Part 29} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

(I have also included asks that I received before this IWSY chapter was posted ^^)

@jungshaking said: I was so hyped during work yesterday. I thought "oh yes a new chapter tonight" MULTIPLE times, but I had to remind myself each time that it was Monday 😩😭 (cont.) tbh I'm so scared that the upcoming IWSY chapter will be the last now that Yoongi is gone

Haha you poor thing! It’s coming soon so no need to wait any longer! And don’t worry, it’s not the last chapter ^^ :3

Anonymous said: WAIT HOLY SHIT IT'S TUESDAY ALREADY??????OMGGGKJSJGJGSK

IKR THIS WEEK PASSED TOO QUICKLY

Anonymous said: IT'S TUESDAY I'M EXCITED

I’m excited and nervous :(

@killingalltheflowers said: I kinda... just tried Merlot wine because of IWSY xD

Ooooh what did you think of it?

Anonymous said: I really think "I was here" by beyonce suits IWSY's last chapter

Yesssssssssss! You’re right!

Anonymous said: Not sure why but I imagined the Sine Nomine to look like a titan with grey hair (from aot)

You can imagine them to look like however you please!! I encourage that wholeheartedly heh ^^

Anonymous said: I am reaaaaady come and snatch my wig oh Saraaaa Take my heaaaaart take it all  *kiss yr cute ass cheeks* --wifey anon 🐇

I hope it won’t disappoint you ^^ and yes pls give me all the kissies and cuddles~~

Anonymous said: Heheheheh it is tuesday ...... 😏😏😏

Indeed it is *wiggles brows*

@jynxy24 said: IWSY IS COMING AND IF YOU'LL PLEASE SPARE MY HEARTEU. I HAVE EXAMS AND I WANT TO PASS BEFORE I DIE. I love you, Sara!! (I'm hoping for a great chapter kukuku :3)

I hope it will spare your heart! And don’t worry my love I’m sure you will do amazingly in your exams ^^ I really hope you will think the chapter is great, I tried very hard :)

@clara-licht said: So in the end, I didn't get the univ invitation and I also didn't get the Wings Tour ticket even after waiting in the venue for hours, so I felt really shitty even until now. (I still can't listen to 2!3! or I'll break down in tears) But still, I look forward to Wednesdays because IWSY can always get my mind off these problems even if only for a while. How many more chapters do you reckon it will be? I, for one, don't want it to end but all good things will come to an end after all :')

Awh babe I’m so so sorry to hear that :/ that really sucks but don’t worry, BTS will definitely be coming back to where you live in the future and you can have another chance to see them okay? Same with the University, are you able to apply for another one? Did you get any more offers? I’m glad that IWSY can make you a little happy ^^ And I’ not 100% sure, but I suspect that next week might be the last chapter, I haven’t fully decided yet! But the final chapter will have ‘Final Chapter’ written in the title :D

@nora2bts said: Hiii! I'm sorry I don't want to be annoying or anything but I binge read "IWSU" and I reallyyyyyyy loved it a lot! I was just wondering if u were gonna post part 29 today, since I can't wait, I've been waiting for what seems an eternity! 😂😂😂 I just wanted to let u know that I really enjoyed your stories, thank you 😊 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You’re not annoying love! I do write at the top of every chapter that IWSY is posted every Tuesday evening between 9-10pm UK time and I have always stayed true to that so fear not! Thank you so much for enjoying the story my love, you’re so welcome ^^

@clara-licht said: I was listening to Spring Day when I read chapter 29 and for the first time since WT in Jakarta I can listen to the song and sing it happily instead of feeling hurt and upset, because I was so excited throughout the chapter! So thank you for that :) I can't stop smiling, gosh! I really, REALLY want to know how Jiminnie is faring. And I think I fell for Namjoon. That sweet, sweet boy 😍 Oh btw, how old are they all by now? Including Namjoon, Yoongi (had he been alive), Jin, and Hobi?

AwwwwHHHH YES! I’m glad it holds no bad memories for you now my love ^^ Thank you for reading the chapter dear :D And as for their ages, I did specify Yoongi’s was older than Taehyung in a precious chapter (I just can’t remember which chapter, sorry!) and Namjoon is University/college age so somewhere between 18-25 (I decided not to give a specific age). Unfortunately, I never specified Hoseok and Seokjin’s ages in the story but they would have been University age too :D

Anonymous said: “Not only his sun his moon and all his stars" I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

WHAT DID I DO

@semisweetsuga said: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO MY SWEET BABYBOY PUMPKIN SPICE CHAI LATTE WHOM I LOVE VERY MUCH

@mocking-butts said: OH MY GOD IM A SOBBING MESS BECAUSE THIS STORY IS THE BEST THING EVER I CANT WITH LIFE.PLEASE BE NEXT WEEK ALREADY

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT THANK YOU BABY c:

@shineeshawol204 said: AHHHHHHHHHHHH (cont.) I retract my former statement of you being a BiTcH because mmm i is happy now :) much content, very pleased

YAY I’M NO LONGER THE BITCH, I CAN DIE IN PEACE c: hehe ^^ thank you doll!

@killingalltheflowers said: This. This was the cutest and most heartwarming chapter ending ever. I'm so happy I'm able to go to bed calmly and happily and fluffily for once after reading IWSY xD

It was so heartwarming I felt all floofy when I was writing a lot of it :3 I hope you have a great sleep and have nice fluffy dreams of Kookie! :3

Anonymous said: OK HOLD ON SO CHAPTER 29 WAS AMAZING and then I was just reading your responses to the questions abt chap 28 and then I saw "Don’t threaten me with a good time" and then I was all like waIT A SEC DO U LISTEN TO PANIC! LIKE ALTHOUGH IM NOT A HUGE FAN THE SONGS ARE AMAZING ٩( ᐛ )و

LISTEN I WAS AND STILL AM TRASH FOR PANIC! - AS WELL AS FALL OUT BOY AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE I was the definition of a myspace scene queen in my early teens but I listened to an eclectic mix of music - not just those types of bands hehe :3

@animeimmortal said: YAH. DONT LEAVE ME ON THAT 'WILL YOU MARRY ME' SHIT. GAH!. im sorry i love you ❤ buT LIKE BRUHHH i want MOrE ❤❤❤

Listen - I will always leave you hanging c: hehe I love you too! Thank you for reading the chapter as always beautiful ^^

Anonymous said: Babe, the 29th part of IWSY was absolutely amazing ;-; but i feel that the end is nearing.. I loved IWSY so much it brought me to tears and it hurts to think that so beautiful a thing would actually be coming to an end.. Your writing skills are on fleek and the story is well woven.. Thank you so much for such an incredible experience ~ ❤😭😘

The end is definitely nearing, sadly enough :c IWSY has become a real world to me for the past almost 30 weeks of my life! lol :3 I suspect that next week will be the final chapter, but I don’t know for 100% so don’t quote me on that ;D Your words about me are beautiful and I don’t deserve them, but thank you so much my love ^^

Anonymous said: Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy!! I'm really excited about how IWSY will end! I hope it ends happily!

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows for everyone yay!!

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: tUESDAY BRO IT IS TUESDAY AND IM SCREAMING AND CRYING A LIL THIS CHAPTER WAS PURE FLUFF I LOVE LIFE I LOVE LIVING I LOVE EVERYTHING MY HEART IS SO HAPPY

IT WAS PURE FLUFF IT MADE ME SO HAPPY NOT TO HAVE TO ALMOST KILL SOMEONE OFF OR WRITE ABOUT DEATH FOR THE LAST PART OF THE CHAPTER LOL~ thank you so much cutiepie :D

Anonymous said: aaWWWWWWEEHHHH i knew this was coming >////< !! i was so glad for Y/N and Kookie until "wait.. whY IS SHE HAVING A CHILD WHEN THEY AREN'T MARRIED" xD. Keep up the good work Sara!! -holoAnon

Hahaha don’t worry it was just a little accident! Even if Jungkook were to never marry Y/N, I’m sure their relationship would still be a solid, loving and caring one ^^ for all three of them! :D thank you so much holoAnon! :D

Anonymous said: I'm so happy that Joonie is finally at peace with the notion of being a vampire, and the way Y/N told Tae about how Yoongi was happy in his own little world with Tae and their parents was so incredibly heartwarming and what made it even better was what that meant to Tae, and I just ugh. This chapter made me soft. Like Yoongi's gummy smile soft. Thank you for always writing such amazing stories.

Yes - I was excited to reveal why Namjoon was the way he was, so that everyone could understand him better. I felt that this chapter was the best time to do that as the other chapters before the ball kind of painted him in a negative light. But he always had a heart full of gold c: YOONGI’S GUMMY SMILE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER HE SHOULD ALWAYS SMILE LIKE THAT :D hehe~ aww thank you so much and you’re welcome for the story dear ^^

@kookietaejimin said: hi!!! do you know how long iwsy is going to be?

Next week MIGHT be the last chapter but I don’t know yet - sorry! ^^

@the-golden-jhope said: OH MY GOD MY HEART HURTS THIS IS SO CUTE I ALMOST CRIED JUNGKOOK IS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST MAN ON EARTH

HE IS SO SWEET WE ALL DESERVE VAMPIRE PRINCES CALLED JUNGKOOK I

@mysr3 said: "Will you Marry me?"u warm n tortured my heart at the same time for this cliff hanging 😍does this mean IWSY almost over?😖Saraaa how can u managed to b more awesome n amazing than u already r hmm?😘this Ch is so touching! Luv how u mentioned Yoongi~just so sweet n meaningful gosh😍hv to find Prince Jungkook for me asap. The whole thing is well laid out, characters interaction, decisions n everything is on point since the beginning of this series. U genius Girl!Thank you so much! I love U❤️❤️❤️ (cont.) Sry ps Namjoon is such moral character n Y/N's new demeanor is goddess. Am I smelling smut coming next wk hehehe🤔😝

Warming and torturing is something I love doing :D hehe~ IWSY is almost over, yes :( But fear not! I plan on doing a spin off for Tae and Jimin in the future (maybe like 2-3 chapters) on how their relationship formed way before Y/N met Jungkook :D For those of you who love Vampire VMIN! ^^ Thank you for loving the layout and the plot - you warmed my heart in return :D I love you too and thank you so much my dear!! ;3

@adhewitt said: YAY MARRIAGE

YAY WEDDING BELLS

Anonymous said: Gaaaahhh!!! I was waiting for this 😭 I'm crying, will this be a happy ending already? -anonph13

Thank you for waiting for it my love! :3 and a happy ending certainly looks likely, doesn’t it? ^^ hehe :3 Thank you for reading!

@noceurash said: I LOVE YOU!! [sweet chapters like this make my heart so happy hghg] i hope you have a fantastic day tomorrow and i love you!!! ~~~ your writing continues to be so great and i love it. <3

I LOVE YOU TOO!! Awww I’m so happy that it make your heart happy! You’re so cute you literally said i love you twice i swear to god I live for pure lil beans like you :3 I hope you’ll have a fantastic day too!! :3

@jynxy24 said: The ending made me cry god!!!!

Awwwww I hope they were tears of happiness!!

Anonymous said: Wow. This last IWSY update was so pure and beautiful. I love it.

Thank you so much my love :3 I’m really happy that you liked it!~

@koreaisanaddiction said: great chapter. one of my theories were correct. the one about namjoon. but the one about the baby was wrong. i realized i thought about it in the eyes of human logic not vampiric. oh well better luck next time for me i guess.

Thank you for thinking it was great! And yay! one out of two isn’t bad at all heh ^^ Don’t worry dear, I’m still really happy you enjoyed it :)

Anonymous said: Is it bad that I'm actually really completely genuinely satisfied with the ending of chapter 29 of ISWY? and that it would be completely fine if you just stopped the series right there? I dunno, but the way you wrote this chapter, it doesn't make me feel the need to question anything. Sara, you ended it perfectly and now, you're turning me from a loyal maknae-line stan to a namjoon stan. That.... not many people can do. *applauds* Anyways, I love you, take care, and keep writing! <3 - army anon

Awwwww that’s so freaking sweet I CAN’T guh ~~~ I’m legit crying at your message right now, seriously :( haha OKAY I’m good~ lol Well it looks like right now there will be one more chapter to go, but I’m not completely sure or decided yet. There’s still one or two things I’d like to include to wrap things up once and for all :3 AND OMG NAMJOON SNATCHED YOU?! Uh oh..makenae line is gonna have to step up their game if they want you back :3 I love you too and thank you so much for being so kind to me always, you have no idea how happy and cheerful it makes me :)

@min-ty said: SARA OMG THE CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD I say this every week but I find it absolutely necessary that I do BUT SHOOK THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS STORY INTO MY LIFE

Hahahah it’s okay I will still appreciate it 100% no matter how many times you might say it! Seriously :) THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY because it makes me so incredibly happy :) Thank you thank you thank you ^^

@ananyak26 said: OMG OMGOMG! Part 29 !!!! Yea the last line was soooo adorable!I'm fangirling right nowxD.(Obviously the chapter was good too but the last line oh god!) Great jooobbb!!

Ahhhh yes the last line! Wedding bells!! :3 hehe thank you my lovely, I’m so glad you enjoyed the chapter :3

Anonymous said: u don't know how excited i am when it comes to tuesday!!! i'm so in love w ur iwsy series that i almost literally ran home today to read chapter 29!!!! i really love your readings and please don'r ever stop writing 😢😢💜

I’m so happy that you get excited when Tuesdays come! You’re so cute hehe :D Thank you so much and don’t worry, I won’t ever stop writing! ^^

Anonymous said: IWSY lmao idek what to say anymore it's been like 6 months HAHA I've been reading since the first chapter rolled out its like watching my kid grow up HAHA thank you for writing such a good series have a good week ! -eggyook (cont.) --eggyook  Forgot to say, good luck for your exams !! You can do it :)))

Ahhh thank you for sticking with the story for such a long time! And yeah I feel you, I feel like IWSY has been a huge part of my life and the world has come alive for me this entire time xD Like I’ve kind of been living there in my mind hehe^^ Thank you so much my love and I’ll try my best of my exams! I hope you have a good week too :D

@lostheretics said: petition to make a better life for namjun pls sign it for him he's just a sMol bEan istg T_T it's aLMOST ENDING!!!!   or is it not............*dead af*

Awwwwh don’t worry he’ll have a good like with Y/N and the Jeon’s! And yes, it’s absolutely almost ending :(

Anonymous said: Another great chapter of IWSY but why do I feel like it is coming to an end 😢😢😢

Thank you my love! And yes you’re right - it’s coming to an end :( 30 weeks is a looooong time!

Anonymous said: ahhh bittersweet feeling about I won't stop you like everything is fine now yay and can't wait for the baby but it's gonna end soon I'm so sad

Yes I feel the same way to be honest! IWSY feels like my baby and it’s all grown up now haha c:

Anonymous said: is it just me or is part 29 shorter ??? oh my gosh I can't get enough of it T.T I honestly think after the end of the series you should gather all the chapters and make it into a story book. it's way too good!! -bunnykookie96

Hiya love! Hmmm well it’s the same length as any other chapter really :3 Possibly because it’s just drawing to an end that one might feel like it’s shorter :(  I actually would really love to do that but I have no idea how lol :c Anyway, thank you so much for reading the new chapter my deary!! :3

Anonymous said: I have trust issues because of u its just too fluffy 🤔 Also do you have back dimples ?  And last but not least I can smell a smut coming soon :))) --wifey anon 🐇

I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong! :3 And yes - I do have back dimples - fun fact, they are referred to as “Dimples of Venus” heh c: I put it in because, well, I just wanted to ;D thank you so much my love and I hope you have a good day/night! :3

Anonymous said: SARA IS IT JUST ME OR YOURE QUOTING PRINCESS DIARIESNSJSJSKSJSNS

I have no idea what a princess diaries is o.o Sorry! :(

[robinhoodrevisited]

Running Out...Of Time (pt.5)

Sherwood Forest. Ceris’s camp. (Little John and Djaq crest a hill, approaching Ceris’s camp.) Little John: “Three more drops.” Djaq: “Yes. (Sighs.) One here and two more before the river. (Impatiently:) Someone must have seen the Sheriff by now.” (They come round a bend in the path and hear crying. They stop and look down the hill. The two older boys are sitting at the head of a small rock-covered grave with their heads bowed. Ceris is bending over the grave and crying. The Sheriff sits behind her with his blindfold and the grey wig on, cradling the youngest boy in his lap and crying.) Ceris: “Oh, my baby.” Little John: “Dear God.” Ceris: “Oh, my baby. Oh, my baby.” (The entire “family” is crying.) Little John: “No-one... no-one should be reduced to this.” Djaq: “By the looks of them, that is not the last grave they’ll dig.” Little John: (Looks at Djaq.) “Not if I can help it.” (Little John and Djaq hurry down the hill. The Sheriff licks his fingertips and dampens the skin under his eyes to look like tears.) Ceris: “Oh, my baby!” (Pulls her eyes open to make them tear. Little John drops his sack and staff with a clatter and the Sheriff reacts, lifting his stick towards Little John.) Little John: “Wait! Do not be alarmed. No-one will hurt you. (Little John puts one hand on the Sheriff ’s back and the other on his arm, lowering the stick, then passes him to lean over Ceris.) We’re with Robin Hood.” Ceris: (Grabs Little John’s hand.) “Oh! Oh, God bless ya. God bless ya.” (Djaq kneels by the two boys.) Sheriff: (Whimpering:) “Why didn’t He take me instead of me only granddaugh’er.” (Sobs. The boys cry.) Little John: “We must stay here and help them.” Djaq: “John, we have a mission.” Little John: “They are our mission.” (Djaq glances at the boys and Ceris cries over the grave again.) Djaq: “Robin has asked us—” Little John: (Interrupting:) “Robin is not here. We are. (Quietly:) These people need our help.” (Kneels by Ceris.) Nottingham Town. (Titus leads the Commander through several side streets and back alleys, much to Lexa's growing agitation.) Lexa: "You better have an excellent reason for this, Titus. We are on the brink of war." Titus: "Yes, Commander. (Exiting another side street:) Ah, here we are." A Tavern. (Lexa enters the tavern and immediately senses danger. The windows have been shuttered and the room only dimly lit by candlelight. Using her warrior instincts, the Commander lashes out to her right, knocking her would be assailant to the floor. A stiff kick to her left levels another. More and more men attempt to grab her but Lexa fights off each one.) Lexa: (Turning to Titus, slightly out of breath:) "An ambush, Titus?" Titus: (Holding his hands up:) "I assure you, Commander, I had no idea. I was told only to bring you here." Lexa: "By whom?!" (Titus merely lifts his arm and points towards the back room.) The Back Room. (Lexa parts the curtain with her left hand, her sword held tightly in her right. The Commander's eyes widen as she sees the man seated before her.) Prince John: "Welcome, Commander. I believe we have much to discuss."

Nottingham Castle. The Great Hall. (Gisborne enters through the lower doors. Marian is waiting.) Gisborne: “Jasper will not be swayed.” Marian: “There’s still hope. The Commander says if we surrender to them now, they will help us stop Prince John’s army.” Gisborne: “You don’t seriously expect those savages to keep their word, do you? Accepting Hood’s help is one thing but-” Marian: “We do not have another choice.” Gisborne: (Glances back at the door.) “No. But you do. There’s still time for you to get away.” (Extends his arm to her.) Marian: “No. You did not run when I was being held hostage. (Shakes her head.) I’m not leaving you in trouble.” Gisborne: (Stares a moment, his mouth twitching a smile, and steps to her.) “Well, then... we must prepare to defend ourselves.” (Marian nods.) Sherwood Forest. The small clearing. (Robin and Much approach the Sheriff ’s makeshift sundial.) Much: “I’m getting used to it, life as a heroic outlaw. The King’ll come back, (Robin sees the sundial and hurries towards it.) you and Marian’ll be married, living in some grand old mansion. I’ll just—” Robin: (Kneels by the sundial, interrupting Much:) “Well, well, well. (Glances around and up as a hawk screeches overhead, then down again.) Look at these marks. They carry on this way. Come on.” Much: (Remaining still:) “I mean, it’s all going to end.” (Robin stops impatiently and takes a step towards Much.) Robin: “Tell it to the sun, Much. Look. (Pointing to the goldening sun with his bow:) It’s racing across the sky. And if we don’t find the Sheriff before sundown, everything will end. Me, you, Marian, everything! There’ll be nothing left but scorched earth.” (Robin walks away. Much shrugs, knowing Robin is right, but he still has a need to talk about the changes ahead. He follows Robin.)

Nottingham Town. Main gate. (Will goes to the gate and sees the plume of dust rising from the road in the distance. Peasants pass him on their way into town, suspecting trouble. Allan comes up behind him directing soldiers.) Allan: “Search all of the villages. Just find him. Go! Ask around! (Will glances back at the familiar voice, then spitefully turns away as the soldiers runs past him. He tugs down his sleeve where a soldier bumped it. Allan stands next to Will.) I don’t think we’re going to get out of this, Will. (They both stare at the dust cloud. Allan turns to Will.) But if we do, do you... do you reckon I could come back to the lads?” Will: (Scoffs.) “Too late, Allan. Miles too late.” Allan: “Come on, I’ve made a few mistakes, but the point—” Will: (Interrupting:) “Mistakes? You deliberately betrayed us!” Allan: “All right, strictly speaking, that’s true—” Will: “Yeah!” Allan: “Yeah, but it’s not that simple, Will, all right? I never told Gisborne where the camp is. I saved your life, didn’t I? (Will stares at him, remembering him and the Fool.) Well? I know a lot about how this place works now. That’s gonna help Robin, right? (Will stares.) Come on, what do you reckon? The old team back together?“ Will: (Shakes his head.) “You’re with Gisborne now. There’s no coming back from there.” (Will walks into town, leaving Allan staring at the approaching army.) Sherwood Forest. Outlaws’ camp. (Djaq and Little John open the camp. Ceris and the boys are blindfolded. Djaq leads Ceris and the oldest boy inside. Little John follows, carrying the middle child while the youngest one hangs off his back.) Little John: “Nearly there. Try to get some rest. We’ll bring food and medicine.” (The Sheriff stops outside, taking the opportunity to pull down his blindfold for a peek.) Sheriff: (Whispers:) “Ah, the promised land. (Chuckles quietly, covers his eyes and resumes his helplessness.) Oh! Oh! (Swings his stick to find his way.) Oop! (Ceris removes her blindfold and then the older boy’s, stepping into the camp and looking around. Djaq takes the boys from Little John.) Help me.” Little John: “I’m coming.” Sheriff: “Help me.” (Swings his stick.) Little John: “This way. I’m here.” (Comes up behind the Sheriff.) Sheriff: “Help me.” Little John: “OK. Straight on. Straight on.” Sheriff: “A little bit of cheese.” Little John: “Yep. We’ll give you a little wash first.” Sheriff: “Oh, so tired.“

Nottingham Castle. (Standing outside the castle gates, the warriors are getting restless. Clarke looks to see Marian step out of the main doors. Establishing eye contact, Marian regretfully shakes her head. Turning to Lincoln, Clarke motions for him to begin the assault.) Lincoln: (Stepping forward, to the warriors:) "Follow me! Two lines! Get ready to pull!" (Several warriors run forward with ropes and attach them to the portcullis.) Clarke: (To the archers:) "Train your fire on the door." Lincoln: "Pull!" (The warriors begin to pull on the portcullis with all their collective might. Marian can only look on helpless as the strong, heavy grating begins to creak.) Lexa: (From a distance:) "Stand down!" (The pulling ceases as all eyes turn toward the Commander as she walks into view.) Clarke: (Confused:) "What's going on? Are they surrendering?" Lexa: "No, we're standing down." Clarke: "Why? (Looks at Lexa closely:) What aren’t you telling me, what did you do?" Lexa: "What you would've done. Saved my people." Clarke: “What does that mean?” Lexa: “I made a deal to end the war before it began. Without bloodshed.” Clarke: “How is that possible, made a deal with who? (Lexa says nothing:) And what about my people, the people of Nottingham?" Lexa: "I'm sorry, Clarke. They weren't part of the deal. (To a warrior:) Sound the retreat." (The warrior sounds the horn and Lincoln steps forward.) Lincoln: "What is this?" Clarke: (Not taking her eyes off Lexa:) "Your Commander's made a deal." Lincoln: "What about Prince John's army? What about Nottingham?" Clarke: "Nottingham will be crushed, its people killed. (To Lexa:) But you don't care about them." Lexa: "I do care, Clarke. But I made this choice with my head and not my heart. The duty to protect my people comes first." Clarke: "Please don't do this, we'll be defenseless." Lexa: "I'm sorry. Clarke." Lincoln: "Commander, not like this - let us fight!" Lexa: (Firmly:) "No, the deal is done. Sound the retreat again and remove those ropes from the portcullis. (The warrior sounds the horn again and the warriors begin to leave. to Lincoln:) You too. All our people withdraw, those were the terms." Lincoln: "They'll be slaughtered. Let me stay and help them." Lexa: (To her guards:) "Take him." (Lincoln begins to fight them off but is overpowered, knocked unconscious and dragged away.) Lexa: (To Clarke, solemnly:) "May we meet again." (Lexa turns and leaves with the rest of her people as Clarke now stands alone outside the castle gates.)

Sherwood Forest. (Robin and Much follow the trail, running through the forest.) Robin: “Where is he going?” Much: “You know, I was thinking. I might stay here, when, er, you and Marian are, you know.” (Robin stops and looks at the ground.) Robin: “Much, look. I think we’re gaining on him. These are fresh footprints.” (Robin runs on. Much stares at the ground, nodding.) Much: “Or I could be a, a lone outlaw. (Robin looks over a ridge and sees a man in black pyjamas below. He pulls out an arrow and nocks it into his bow.) The Sherwood Avenger.“ Robin: “Much, come here.” (Robin aims the arrow at the man as Much runs over.) Much: “Yes! Only one man in Nottingham has nightclothes like that. (Robin nods.) Oi!” (The Vagabond turns around. Robin is flabbergasted. Much frowns in confusion. The Vagabond stares up at them.) Robin: “I don’t believe it. (to the Vagabond:) Where did you get those clothes?!” Vagabond: “I traded them fair and square for some good rags.” Much: “You traded rags for silk pyjamas? I don’t think so.” Vagabond: “It’s true. A little man, ugly, said my rags would help him find important papers in the forest.“ Much: (Frowns. Whispers:) “Papers?” Robin: (Thinks, then realises. Puts his hand on Much’s shoulder.) “That’s the pact!“ Much: “The pact?” Robin: “The camp! Come on!” (Robin runs off towards the camp. Much glances at the Vagabond a brief moment, then follows.) Nottingham Castle. Tunnels. (Underground, Indra and her team stand ready to attack. Distantly, the horn can be heard.) Indra: (Spinning to face her warriors:) "We're retreating." Octavia: "That can't be right." Indra: "We have to go. (Sheathing her sword.) Now." Octavia: "Indra, wait." Indra: "Our Commander is calling us. She could be under attack for all we know." Octavia: "I don't trust her. Not after the attack on our people. Neither should you." Indra: "I gave you a direct order." Octavia: "Please. This was the plan. If we're not here when-" Indra: "Plans. Change." Octavia: "I will not retreat." Indra: (Draws a knife from her belt and holds it to Octavia's throat:) "You are no longer my second." (For a long moment both women stare at each other. Finally, Indra nicks Octavia's neck with her blade then walks away. Her team follows, leaving Octavia alone in the darkness.)

Nottingham Castle. Interior corridor. (Allan catches up Jasper in the corridor.) Allan: “Can I just have a word?” Jasper: (Without turning around:) “I assume you’re talking to me.” Allan: “Sorry, Sir Jasper, yeah, if you’ve got a moment?” Jasper: “Go on.” Allan: “Well, between you and me, Guy’s not very good at talking himself up. Now I just want you to know we’re doing everything we can here, even if he’s not showing it.“ Jasper: “Good.” Allan: “There’s not a lot of men who would do what Guy’s doing right now. You should keep him in mind for other things, really. He could be very useful in another county.” Jasper: “What, him and you?” Allan: (As if he hadn’t considered it:) “Well, yeah, I suppose so.” Jasper: (Rounding the corner, then stopping.) “It’s interesting, isn’t it, when people realise they’re going to die, suddenly all this new-found loyalty creeps out of the woodwork.“ Allan: “Well, I want to live, yeah.” (Gisborne approaches.) Gisborne: “Allan.” Jasper: “Well, then you’d better find the Sheriff, hadn’t you?” Gisborne: “I thought I gave you a job to do. “ Allan: “You did. I’m on it.” (Leaves.) Jasper: (Faces Gisborne.) “Your boy really wants to save you.” Gisborne: “Well, this isn’t about me, is it? This is about the people of Nottingham.” Jasper: “Correct. And much as I dislike you, you need not fear the onslaught. As a Black Knight, you and your family may pass freely through the town.” Gisborne: “My sister is already a member.” Jasper: “Good. Keeps things simple.” (Walks past Gisborne.) Gisborne: “But I do have friends.” (Follows Jasper.) Jasper: “Family, not friends.” Gisborne: “One person in particular.” Jasper: “Oh, a particular Lady Marian?” Gisborne: “Yes. We were once engaged and I confess I have reason to hope that in time—“ Jasper: (Interrupting:) “Wait, wait, wait. “Reason to hope?” Doesn’t really wash.” Gisborne: “In time, she will be family.” Jasper: “In time?” Gisborne: “Yes. In time she would be my wife.” Jasper: “Not if she’s dead.” Gisborne: (Quietly, menacingly:) “Marian comes with me.” Jasper: “Yes. If you’ve married her by then.” (Continues down the corridor.) Gisborne: “Well, I can’t marry her between now and sunset, can I?!” Jasper: “Well, why not? She’s hardly going to say no, is she?” (Gisborne sighs and hears a church bell ringing. He looks around, getting an idea, and runs off.)

Outside Nottingham. (The army circles in front of the town on their horses, flattening the grass all around.) Nottingham Town. Main gate. (Jasper is walking briskly towards the gate. Marian races to catch him up.) Marian: “Sir Jasper! Sir Jasper!” Jasper: (Raises his hand without turning around.) “The time for talking is over. I have to brief my troops.” Marian: “Well, at least let us evacuate the town.” Jasper: “No.” Marian: “The women and children. Spare them, please.” Jasper: (Stopping in the middle of the bridge, watching the troops.) “An example has to be set. As Prince John always says, the best examples are written in (Looks her in the eye.) blood.” (Jasper walks away as Gisborne and Allan run to the gate.) Gisborne: “How many?” Allan: “Well, they’re surrounding the whole town. It’s going to take a lot to do that.” (Gisborne stops outside the gate as he sees horsemen moving. Marian, panicked, runs back inside. Allan stares at the troops forming one long line round the town. Gisborne is watching, too.) Gisborne: “Get all of our guards into siege positions.” Allan: (Looks at Gisborne.) “What guards? They’re all out looking for the Sheriff.” Gisborne: “Well then get every able-bodied man into the armoury.” Allan: “You’re going to trust these lot with weapons?” Sergeant: (Hold the line!) (The troops stop in an unbroken line.) Gisborne: “We’re fighting for our lives now, all of us.” (They stare at the soldiers. The sergeant barks orders in the distance.) Allan: “Hang on, are we—” Gisborne: (Roars, interrupting:) “Just do it!” (Turns to close the gate.) Allan: “All right!” (Closes the other gate.)

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 10x11: “There’s No Place Like Home”

Oh goodness. A rather violent attack is happening.

“I know. I'm gonna torture you anyway. 'Cause who doesn't love a little torture?” Hoo boy.

Don’t just dump the plate, Dean.

“You made egg-white omelettes?”

“Yeah. Breakfast of Champions -- you know, if you're a dork like you.”

Dean living like Sam.

Sam likes it...Dean does not.

“Soon as we get rid of this demonic tramp stamp, I am back on the booze, burgers, and . . . more booze.” Please don’t. At least chill on the booze.

“What the hell?”

“Cain or Crowley?”

“Charlie.”

“Is she back from Oz? She didn't call?”

Aww.

“Our Charlie? Yea high, wouldn't hurt a Hobbit, practically sparkles?” Good, cute description.

“Well, you know, Charlie wouldn't go off on someone without a reason.”

“Yeah, I wouldn't think so either, but look at the video.”

“Oh, I'm looking at it. But you know what we do, taken out of context, it doesn't look that much different. She could be hunting.”

Dean immediately on Charlie’s side.

He can’t even hold a regular blade without trembling.

“Now, did you notice anything odd before the attack -- any, uh, strange smells, weird noises?”

“No, no, nothing. I was just at home here, getting ready for bed, and that crazy bitch jumped me.”

Watch your words.

That’s a great picture of Charlie.

“Here's the thing. We talked to the other victim on the way here -- the stenographer. Now, she said the attacker didn't let her go until she gave up a name -- your name.”

“Okay. But w-what does that have to do with m-me being attacked in my own home, here?”

You gave up a name, genius.

Sam is on edge watching Dean.

Barbara Cordry.

Celeste Middleton. Charlie’s real name.

Same house from “Freaks and Geeks”.

“We have some questions about a drunk-driving case from a while back involving the Middleton family.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

You’re gonna start off with a lie?

“Guilty much?” I know, right?

“What the hell is kale?” lmao

“There's got to be an explanation for this, man. There's just got to be.” There is.

“Let her go.”

“Who?”

The only person you’re holding hostage, dummy.

Let me just say it now: I don’t like Dark!Charile. She tests my patience.

They’re gonna have to teach me how to do that thigh maneuver tho, ‘cause it’s awesome as hell.

Damn it, she punctured Baby’s tires.

Hello, sunshine.

“What's up, bitches? Right. Um we should probably catch up.”

You got some ‘splaining to do.

“There are two of you -- one good, one . . . bad?”

“Yeah, what, dick you is some sort of a ninja?”

“She is a badass, yeah.”

Also a jerkface.

“The war for Emerald City. It was awesome. Until not so much. We were gonna lose, so I made a deal with the wizard . . . of Oz. Wears a hood and a creepy mask, kind of a jerk -- good times. He said for us to win, I had to unleash my true darkness, which he meant literally. He used the inner key of Oz. It opens a door to your soul and lets the darkness out.”

I wonder what Dark!Me would be like.

“Normally in a place like this, I'd be pounding Harvey Wallbangers and checking out the bartender's ass. Now all I want to do is sip club soda and send her to college.” Aww.

“Dark Charlie won the war single-handedly.”  Holy hot damn.

Good!Charlie is so good, she can’t even be mean towards the person who killed her parents.

Dark!Charlie allows Charlie to hack computers.

Russell Wellington. The man who killed Charlie’s parents. He went to quite the lengths to protect himself.

“I just can't believe I have to . . . protect this piece of crap.”

“No, you got to protect them both. I mean, if dark Charlie gets hurt, then...”

“So do I, so . . . be careful.”

There’s the explicit warning about hurting Dark!Charlie.

“’The key to quieting your mind, is minding your quiet’.” Pfft.

Clive Dillon. “He is the Man of Letters that first discovered the key to Oz. So, according to this incident report, Clive went to Oz, but he left the key on earth, and then L. Frank Baum found the key and went to rescue Clive in Oz.”

“Mr. Presley? Mr. Presley?” All the “Twist and Shout” feels.

“Let me describe my dream home.” Aww no, I wanted to hear that.

Sam and Good!Charlie found Clive.

“Judging from your cheap shoes and your faded jeans, I'm guessing the only house you're in the market for comes with wheels. Now, look, I'm a busy man. My time is extremely valuable. I prefer not to have it wasted by some hayseed.“ Fuck you, too.

She’s here.

Cool ass blade maneuver.

“Blah, blah, blah, repressed feelings. Blah, blah, blah, passive aggression.”

“I don't want to hurt him. I just want to talk.” Highly doubt that.

Russell knew who she was right away.

Damn it.

RIP Russell Wellington. Killed by Dark!Charlie.

“She got to Russell. She killed him.”

“Oh my god.”

“Charlie, if you can hear me, I'm so sorry.”

“It's not your fault. It's mine.”

“No, no, no. don't -- don't say that. This is not on you.”

No, I think she holds some responsibility over this.

Ov vey, here she comes.

Hello, Clive.

“Enjoy.”

“Delicious.”

Alright, calm yourself.

“If you're not gonna ask her to dance, then I will.” Okay, b y e.

Dark!Charlie took Baby, hell she even rev’ed the engine just to taunt Dean.

“It's in my report.”

“Your report just said you were kidnapped. By whom?”

“Bad people.”

“I know that look. You're lying. And lying is --”

“--bad. Yes, I know. What happened to you, my dear, happened to me.”

They’ve been talking to the Good!Clive Dillon.

Evil!Clive is the Wizard of Oz!

“What he has done is my fault. After all, he is me, and I am him, so . . . Maybe it's time that both of us answered for our sins. It's the good thing to do, right? Right?” What a sweetheart.

“What the hell do you want?”

“I just want to talk to her.”

Could a fight been avoided if Dean had let her go in?

The Wizard of Oz!

The Wizard’s already being a jackass.

“That's it, big boy. Let it all out.” You know, for wanting to be back in Good!Charlie’s graces, she had no problem getting into a physical fight, where she KNEW she’d be hurting Good!Charlie.

STOP JUST STOP.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. We both do*.”

:( *Clive’s last words.

RIP Clive Dillon/Wizard of Oz. Killed by Good!Charlie.

That’s enough, Dean.

“You did it, didn't you? You killed the wizard. I knew it. The magic was in you all the time.” Reminds me of what Ruby said to Sam after he opened Lucifer’s cage.

This just breaks my heart.

Sam checking in with Cas.

“So...are you...”

“Good? Bad? I think I'll just settle for balanced.”

Good answer.

“I found this book. It's a lore book -- ‘The Book of the Damned.’" It has been introduced.

“Look, there's no going back to Oz. And with the wizard gone, Dorothy will be fine.” :( Goodbye forever, Dorothy.

“You're a Winchester.” Don’t roll your eyes, Dean.

“I forgive you, Dean.”

“Yeah, well, I don't.”

“I know. Kind of your move. How's that working out for you, huh?”

She’s right, you gotta forgive yourself, Dean.

“Arrivederci, bitches.” Bye, hon.

“She's right, Dean. You can do this. We can do this.” I believe in y’all.

“Then let’s get to work.” That’s the spirit.