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Chapter: Binding spell. (Snippet)  

“Lean down there.” Xue Yang spoke like an order, all business, as he entered the room with the stencil in his hands. Without looking at his direction for a second, he started to organize the table beside his client. He turned back to find him shirtless, with a blush crossing his pale face, looking half in panic and half calm. Oh, he still knew him enough to know he was freaking out, but tried to keep his cool; not showing how bothered he felt. Xue Yang repressed an amused laugh, because there is no way he can conceal what he feels to him. He can read Xingchen like an open book. 

Although he had a lot of words at the tip of his tongue, Xingchen said none, and waited for the needle to penetrate his skin. After the alcohol dried, he laid the stencil on the skin of his stomach, but he almost dropped his hands when the body under him suddenly squirmed. “Damnit Dàozháng! Relax, it’s just the stencil. I’m not even stabbing you, yet. I won’t hurt you.” Xingchen bit his lower lip, containing himself from speaking. The way he called him almost made him faint. It has been a long time since anyone called him by his title. Not in this lifetime. He heard a heavy sigh, and he could feel his irritation even if he couldn’t see his face.

“If you are so uncomfortable with me, why come here? You could ask any other to make the fucking tattoo. Why me?” He asked, and he was containing all the anger, but Xingchen wasn’t sure if he was angry at him alone. “You’re blind, not mute. Will you even speak to me?” 

“I came here because Cordelia trusts you, and she is going to use the tattoo to bind a spell on it, it has to be done.” He finally spoke, and his voice sounded a little bit raspy. 

“And you would do whatever she asks of you, no matter what. Always so obedient, Dàozháng.” Xue Yang raised an eyebrow, sarcasm dripping from his voice, but he didn’t answer back. 

Xingchen was aware he could ask any other tattoo artist for the design Cordelia needs to draw on his skin, but a part of him wanted to come back here. To see him, to see how was he like in this new world. It was strange, how the strings binding them together still force him to gravitate around him. He wasn’t uncomfortable because he felt in danger, he felt this way because his body reacted to his touch in a way he could not explain, in a way he was scared to even consider. 

“How do you know her?” Xingchen suddenly asked, genuinely curious.

“She came here once to investigate a case related to corpse poisoning, she later came her because she wanted a tattoo.  She said it would be the only one, but she turned up again wanting another within a month. She also wanted to see me.” Xue Yang only said the last words to see how he reacted, but Xingchen remained unbothered. 

“You are the artist of all of her tattoos?” Carefully he asked again.

“Yes. Have you felt every one of them, Xingchen? Did she used your hand to show you where the ink painted her skin?” Xue Yang tried again, to provoke a reaction on him, but he didn’t reacted at all. “I think our a-Li will be your undoing, because she keeps sending you to me. She doesn’t know what she is doing, but you do.”

“And still, here I am.”    

#ff: the memory of whiteness #ff: the memory of blackness #oc: cordelia #ch: cordelia crowthrone #oc: xingchen #oc: xue yang #tmow: xiao xingchen #tmow: xue yang #ot3: I'll find you in the next life and every life after that #ship: xingchen x cordelia x xue yang #ship: xuexiaothorne #ot3: xuexiaothorne

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Chapter ?? - Di mi nombre.

It was the third night in a row she went to Pandemonium club looking for the guy she met a few nights ago while having a drink with Mina. She and her friend made a bet on who would get him, and in the end it was Isabel who did it. But even if it was just a night for fun, she couldn’t take his image out of his mind. She should, he smells like trouble. She pretended to go there to keep an eye because the club is well known across cultivators as a place filled with demoniac activity. It was loud, blue lights illuminating the dance floor, and there were a lot of weird people. But she always went alone, which was against the code of cultivators. In every night hunt you should be with at least one partner, it was a safety code that existed for a reason. But everyone knew she never took the rules too seriously, only when it mattered. And Cordelia, her beloved sister, was sharp enough to realize quickly that it was something else keeping her apart from the institute at night. Before she went out, her sister had at the tip of her tongue the question of where was she going, not because she wanted to control her but because the cases of demoniac activity and poisoning corpses were increasing on a dangerous level, and she was concerned for her safety.  

Isabel couldn’t be described as a romantic person, in fact, she didn’t believed in love in the first place. She was used to one night stands, short flings; not giving her heart away was a rule she established to keep it safe.  To keep her heart safe. Despite all this, and how hard she tried to conceal the reason behind her outings, her sister could tell she was attracted to someone, truly, for the first time in her life. She decided to play dumb to make things easier for her sister, she would talk to her when she felt ready, and for Delia the only thing it mattered it was her happiness. If Isabel was happy, there was no need to know who she is pinning for.

Isabel lifted the glass with a strange drink inside and emptied it within a second, asking for another round at the same time. The barman looked at her half shocked half amused by how many shots she could take without even getting a little bit drunk. Isabel could drink a lot without actually getting drunk, although she wasn’t much of a drinker. She only did it occasionally, but the frustration took her to strange places.

Nothing was stranger than waiting for a man she barely knew to appear out of the blue, just so she can face him again. She still felt his hands roaming on her body, his harsh kisses, and the way he smelled. But even if she still remembered the heat of the moment, Isabel wanted to only see him and know more about him. Julien was a mystery, a mystery she wanted to solve. A puzzle to put back together.

She was about to give up and turn her way back to home, when a voice took her out of her thoughts, shaking the ground under her feet.

“You surely look like you need a drink, or maybe don’t drink at all.” Isabel looked up, finding the man who owned the voice. It was the same man she and Mina met, the same man she made a bet about, that ended up with her tangled in between his legs. She pressed her lips together trying very hard to restrain any sound.

“It’s you.” She said, without moving from her seat.

“The one and only.” Julien said with a smirk. “You are by yourself, I presume”

“So what? Is it wrong for a woman to be drinking on her own?” She asked, eyebrow raised, and there was a sharp coldness in her tone.

“Not at all, what is wrong is for women to be afraid of doing it, because men are disgusting pricks.” Julien simply said, taking the seat by her side. He asked for a drink; whiskey, neat.

Isabel stared at him with curiosity, what he said it wasn’t expected. “It only happens because men think they have some kind of right over a woman’s body and decision. None of you have any rights on female bodies. But it is the culture that feeds on that thought.”

“It truly makes you mad.”

“It would make you feel the same if it was you in the place of a female.” Isabel drank the last inside of her glass.

“You should eat something” He said, and before she was able to answer, he ordered something from him and looked at her so she could take her order. She laughed, shocked by his forwardness.  

 They talked for hours, laughed in the middle in multiple times, flirted even more. Isabel wasn’t sure how much time she spent on a table with this man she barely knew, but it felt like only minutes. She realized she wouldn’t mind to repeat this one more time, the thought made her shiver in fear. Fear for a feeling she couldn’t really understand. You cannot understand what you never felt. It was him who told her to leave, because it was really late, and she felt a little disappointed to be thrown away. But of course, she didn’t show it, Isabel would never show such a dangerous emotion to a person.  It requires a lot of trust to show some kind of vulnerability. In her line of job, weakness and emotions aren’t allowed. You live with your feet on the ground, no emotions or illusions clouding the senses.

Dreams are a dangerous things, and so is love.    

“Well, this is it then.” Isabel said when they were outside the club, she zipped her jacket and was about to leave when a hand stopped her, holding her by her wrist firmly.

“Or you can stay the night with me.” He suggested, and the little smile painted on his face was devilish. It could make anyone go down on their knees, weakening the strongest. Oh, but she will make him go down on his knees as well.  

“Are you growing on me, Julien?” She asked, amused, but with confident steps she walked his way.

(cut scene)

Her back hit the front door in the moment they entered his apartment, and his body was towering her without losing time. Lips crushing on lips with violence and want. A want that can consume the whole world, it was like fire burning down a forest. A tragedy, when you fear the fire.

Isabel Crowthorne isn’t afraid of being burned, she had been burnt before in her own fire and she can take the heat.

Julien removed her leather jacket slowly, his hands dancing around her tight black dress as he let the jacket fall to the floor. When she was free from it, Isabel placed both of her hands in his shoulders and in a precise jump she wrapping her own legs around him; while she returned the kiss outrushed, and her tongue fought for dominance. She moaned in his mouth when Julien pressed her body against his. His own bulge finding her center.

“That’s right, moan for me.” He whispered with a rough voice, before biting her lower lip with his teeth, pulling a little bit, a little bit of blood came from it. He licked the trace of crimson.  

Julien unzipped the dress from her back, in a slow torturous pace, while he kept devouring her mouth. He was kissing her like his life depended on it, as if he would die without touching her. Isabel felt his fire consume her, as if she was the one to strike the match. He abandoned her mouth to keep track of her skin with his lips and tongue, descending from her face until he reached her neck. He traced a path from her neck to her shoulder, alternating kisses and tongue.  When the sinful dress fell to the floor, living Isabel almost naked -apart from her underwear- he sinked his teeth on the skin of her shoulder, biting her until it left a mark. Not a mark of possession, not really, it was more about passion. About how he knew what she wanted, what she needed of him. Julien only spent with her one night, but he already knew what she wanted. Like he was made to pleasure her. It felt as if this woman was able to get under his skin, and intoxicate his selfish mind.

After touching and kissing her upper body, he took her by the hand and threw her on his bed, staring at her from the end of the bed with a hunger she was used, but never really enjoyed, or truly felt herself. She was about to say something clever, because he kept staring instead of doing something, but she had to swallow her remark when the weight of his body was over hers, trapping her in between the bed and himself.

“You have too many clothes.” Isabel told him as she tried to unbutton the shirt of his very formal suit. A man of business, he seemed to be. But there was more than what was caught by the eye. She was only half way through his shirt, when she felt strong hands stopped her, apprehending his hands over her head. He used his own tie, to bind her hands to the bed. He used the opportunity to sit above her, without pressing too much weight, and he started to take his clothes off slowly. His eyes fixed on her own dark stare, as he got rid of every piece of clothing. Isabel bitted her own lips, watching him atop of her, she tried to undo the knot made by his tie, but it was well done and she couldn’t do it. Or, more accurate, she did not really tried with all her strength.

Isabel contained a moan from coming in between her lips, when Julien settled in between her legs, kissing her inner tights until reaching the space in between. She threw her head back as she moaned loudly when she felt his tongue find her core, raising her back and hips to collide with his own body, grinding against his mouth to feel more. With his tongue he found his clit and started to tease her, as his fingers feasted on her wetness. He kept alternating between his tongue and fingers, looking up to see her face as she came undone. When he did, he made sure to drink on her as if she was the finest of wines.

“Take me.” She demanded with her hands free of strings now, bringing him up to kiss him eagerly, feeling her own taste against her tongue.  She craved her red fingernails against his muscled arm that would probably leave a mark.

He grinned against her mouth, and with one hand he found his own member, teasing her entrance with the tip. He enjoyed torturing her, making her go mad by want and desire. But she would have none of that, she was not a person to lay still and let a man control her every reaction. No, she wanted something and she was going to take it. Before he could react, she turned the tables around, pushing him against the mattress to be on top of him. Isabel covered him with her exuberant body, and she took his cock in her hand penetrating herself. She closed her eyes and moan when she felt him inside of her. Julien grabbed her by her hips, grunting as he started thrusting against her, trying to control the rhythm. But she wouldn’t let him, she blocked his intentions by holding him down, her hands pressing his wrist against the bed. They kept staring at each other, bodies rubbing against each other. He tried very hard to control his own groans and moans, but it was harder to achieve when she was moving above him.

“Di mi nombre.” She said the words in Spanish, she wasn’t sure if he could understand. But every time she was deep in her emotions, Isabel let her mother’s language to slip.

Julien slithered his hands from her grasp, and he sat holding her head, entangling his fingers in her long dark hair. He looked at her as is she was a goddess, a sight to behold. He took her mouth one more time, in between gasps and thrusts, his tongue sliding in between her lips.

“Di mi nombre.” She said again, more demanding this time, they hugged each other as she kept thrusting, a rough compass. Isabel moaned against his lips, dodging his kisses until he let her name slip his tongue.

Julien knew he was close, but he tried to hold it to finish with her, he didn’t wanted to finish until she came in his arms. He wanted to hear her scream as they came undone together. He turned her against the bed, laying atop of her, plunging his teeth in her shoulders, biting hard because she could take it.

“Isabel!” He screamed her name when he came with her, deep inside of her.

They stayed in this position for a moment trying to catch their breath, with his member still inside of her, their lips sealed in an innocent kiss.

#ff: the memory of whiteness #tmow #tmow: julien #tmow: isabel #oc: isabel chrowthorne #ship: julien x isabel

[silverchildqueen]

Bill Skarsgard and Lily James - requested by  aworldyoulongtosee

#bill skarsgard #lily james #crackship gif #roman x filippa

[silverchildqueen]

I don't have a choice, but I still choose you.

#ff: the writer #oc: clara #oc: ewan #ship: ewan x clara #the writer and his enigma #otp: I'd choose you

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“But hey! if you think you love me, that’s cool.” She finally said with a playful smile. He returned the gesture with a grin, he knew she wasn’t trying to hurt him.

Rejection not always hurts so much, not when it doesn’t break a cherish friendshp. And he would give everything, even ignore the desires of his heart, to keep that smile on her face. 

#ff: the writer #oc: filippa

[silverchildqueen]

“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed”

#ff: the writer #oc: ewan #oc: clara #oc: filippa #einar isak roman lindstrom #ship: ewan x clara #otp: I'd choose you

[silverchildqueen]

Day after day wishing all our cares away, trying to fight the things we feel. But some hurts never heal, some ghosts are never gone. But we go on, we still go on.  And you find some way to survive, and you find out you don't have to be happy at all, to be happy you're alive. Day after day, give me clouds and rain and gray. Give me pain, if that's what's real.

It's the price we pay to feel.

#ff: of the hunt #oc: euphemia #oc: fenris #oc: eretria #oc: calum #ship: fenris & euphemia #ship: calum & eretria #oc: ruler #oc: master #oc: guardian #oc: chosen one

[silverchildqueen]

Until We Go Down.

#ff: of the hunt #oc: the ruler #oc: the guardian #oc: the chosen one #oc: the master #oc: euphemia #character: calum #oc: eretria #oc: fenris #character: euphemia #character: eretria #character: fenris

[silverchildqueen]

OF THE HUNT.

#ff: of the hunt #oc: euphemia #oc: the ruler #oc: fenris #oc: the master #oc:eretria #oc: the guardian #oc: calum #oc: the chosen one

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Fenris POV - Memories of the distant past.

His memory drifted away to the time when he was only an apprentice and had a very specific mission to escort the younger Ruler to be back at home, back at the place he had seen her for the first time when she was only a child. Where memories hurt her and made her feel uncertain. 

Her life was in grave danger right now as dark forces tried to penetrate the Citadel. She was there to learn the ways of ruling, politics, negotiation. A lot of people knew she was next in line and that made her a primary threat to those who wanted the throne. The master, whom at that time was only a Guardian, had the mission to escort her back to her homeland to keep her safe.

But it wasn’t the threat or the battle it took place later what he is remembering now, no. His mind returned to the moment he saw her standing at the balcony of her childhood home, the cold breeze bristling her skin. She looked beautiful at that moment, with her red hair down and curly, wild, it was like an undying flame. She wore a white nightgown, and a purple robe to cover her from the cold. The moonlight reflected in the liquor she held in her hand.

The former Guardian believed she hadn’t noticed him, but she did, as she spoke without looking at him. 

“I used to come up here and watch the stars, I would make a wish every night. I would beg the Gods to return me my father, but no one ever listened. This was his favorite spot as well, father would tell me stories about the stars and the universe, while he held me in this balcony. One day, perhaps, I can tell you about his stories.” She said, and her voice sounded like silk, but he could feel the sadness as well. 

“I would be honoured to hear those stories, my lady, whenever you wish to.” He position himself by her side, watching her carefully, with those analytic eyes.

“Do you want a drink, my faithful Guardian? It is from Stikis. It is said they have the best liquors.” She asked, holding the bottle with her right hand. He could tell she had be drinking for a while, by the remaining in the bottle. And he knew it was strong, to survive the could the alcoholic drinks in Stikis are known for the strong savor. 

“I think that would be ill-advised, my lady. I’m here to protect you, I can’t protect you if my senses are clouded by…” he didn’t finished the sentence, he just looked at the glass she held with her left hand. 

“You are so proper, Ser. I can’t even force a drink on you.” The lady tried to joke, but he could sense the bitterness. 

She sighed, and she trembled a little, but the cold had nothing to do with it. 

“I’m sorry.” She apologized and the man knew why she was apologizing for. It was like a knife deep-skin. Her green eyes looked as crystal as ever. “I should apologize for my behavior, for what I did was wrong. I violated your vows and my own, but I’m deeply sorry because I forced you to endure it. I’m making your job more difficult. I apologize for that. I wish I could be in the Senate, doing what I’m supposed to do. Learning the ways so one day I can be a good Ruler. To protect my people.“ 

The words came out of her mouth an unusual calm, for what she was saying. Those words lingered in her tongue since the day she had kissed him, she told those words to herself many times until he was the one to hear it. 

She thought he didn’t wanted her, because he stopped the kiss. What a naive notion. 

The guardian took the bottle out of her hands, and pour the remaining inside down the balcony, before the astonished eyes of the young woman. 

“What are you doing? That was a expensive bottle!” She exclaimed in shock, as the last drop of liquor left the bottle. Now it was empty. 

“You had enough of these, my lady. You shouldn’t drink anymore. It is an unhealthy behavior.” He simply said, with that kind of voice he would use when a younger Guardian was under his instructions. The voice of a master. 

She refused to return her gaze back at his, ashamed, everything was overwhelming. The consul expecting of her to improve her skills faster, afraid that the life of the actual Ruler was slipping away faster than anticipated. The threat of a unknown person, who didn’t even knew her, trying to kill her because she wore the mark of the crown. Her feelings for a person whom was denied to her by the rules they lived in. And how much she missed her father, and how very often the screams of her mother as she died reappeared in her dreams, tormenting her. It was too much. And right now she only wanted this person beside her, but he was beyond her reach. She couldn’t afford happiness. And rulers could never have that kind of joy. 

She didn’t noticed the worry in his eyes as he stared at her. She was lost in her thoughts. 

“Euphemia.” He called her by her name, for the first time. But it sounded so far away. “Euphemia, look at me.” He spoke again, he reached for her cheek and cupped it within his hand. Her soft skin warm to the touch,it felt as if it was burning him, but it didn’t hurt. She raised her eyes, staring at him like a lost doe. 

“I’m always looking at you.” It was such a low sound, he might have dreamed about it, those words might be only an illusion. “You know… this might be silly. But I hoped if I was able to make you drink with me, we could get drunk and we might have done something careless, regardless of our moral judgment. I thought that maybe I could convince you to get drunk enough after some taking in more of the liquor inside that bottle, and kiss me again. And then, we could blame the liquor for our behavior and  not ourselves. We could pretend. It would be a good excuse, don’t you think?”

“It would be.” He finally said, but she was under the wrong impression, and he had a few seconds to decide if he wanted to correct her or not. It was an easy choice. “But I do not need to be drunk to want to kiss you again.”

He was aware she thought he rejected her when she kissed him, as he pulled away. But he only did it after returning her kiss, and he did it because the reality of their worlds hit him hard. He was destined to lose her. He couldn’t have her even though he loved her. But he could love her still.

Love wasn’t a possession, he loved her and that was all. 

Euphemia closed her eyes and sought to caress his hand with her own cheek, he held his hand still with her own, entangling their fingers. There was a kindness inside of her than shines more brightly than her tragic past, and her sorrow. Maybe this was the reason why she was chosen as the next Ruler, maybe her gentle heart made of iron was what they needed to protect and defend the realm. He couldn’t stop her destiny, but be could be there every step on the way.

“You’re kind, my Fenris.” She said as she brushed her lips against his skin. The way she spoke, as if she was thankful for his gentle lie, it made him consider that maybe she didn’t believed him. “It always amaze how everyone considers you one of the strongest warriors in this realm and other realms, but it my eyes there is nothing but goodness. I could never fear you, not even with that sword in your belt.“ 

Fenris stayed quiet for a while, thinking about the mistake he was about to make. He knew the rules that abide them, the Guardians, he could have sexual encounters with female or male; he can kiss and tell. He can feel desire but not love. Because love will make your throw yourself in front of the other person that you care and put your duty at last. 

Love is the death of duty, they would say. 

He wrapped her in an embrace, holding her close to him by the waist. Her raising heart, beating so fast he could actually hear it, and the proximity of their faces was intoxicating. He knew it was wrong of him to feel her body as he was right now, when that dress barely covered anything. It was a threat to property. It would be so easy to slip his hands under it, and it was wrong to think about that. He knew it was very wrong of him to feel this kind of craving, to want her so badly it hurt him physically. And it was unspeakable to even consider to press his lips against hers, to know how she tasted. But he did it anyway, and it felt so right. 

He needed to believe that his undying desire for her was just a manifestation of his lust, but he was no fool. Because with each kiss he was consumed, and the thought to find the will to stop vanished as her tongue collided with his. Fenris cornered her in between his body and the balcony, keeping her steady, while she entangled her fingers in his red golden hair. She loved his hair, how it glowed golden under the sun but with those beautiful red sparkles. She longed to feel this, all this.

Euphemia gasped in his mouth as his hands traced her back, trembling against his body, and suddenly he was awake. The spell he was under just broke. He broke the kiss, but didn’t turned away, he was still holding her as she watched him with confusion. 

She was possibly drunk and there is no way this looks any good. She might want him as much as he wanted her, but he wouldn’t continue with this while she was under the influence of alcohol. It wasn’t respectable for her or for himself. Suddenly, she understood. 

“You’re an honourable man, Fenris of the Wild. You could never wrong me.” Euphemia’s sharp mind, even at her current state, surprised him. She was able to read him even now. "You don't need to go. You can stay." Euphemia tried not to beg, but it sounded like it. 

“I thank you, my lady. But I rather not have you hating me tomorrow morning, when your mind is clear and sober. You have enough enemies already.” He was turning around to leave, and a part of her wanted him to stay. But she knew it wasn’t fair of her to put him in the position to deny her once more for her sake. It didn’t escaped her that although he left her, he didn’t say what he did was wrong. She knew in some point of views it was wrong, but she didn’t wanted to hear it from him.

She was young back then, and so was he. And maybe now, with the years and experience gained, they have learned how to control their emotions, how to tear apart what they felt for the sake of others. But it was always there. 

He would do anything for her, he would die for her, either way it was such a bliss. He never spoke the words at loud, but if the fate of the world didn’t relayed on their shoulders, if he were a selfish person… he would leave all behind for her. He would sacrifice all to be by her side as he wanted to. Not like this.

It was a beautiful dream. 

#ff: of the hunt #oc: fenris #oc: euphemia #fenris x euphemia #oc: the master #oc: the ruler #ship: fenris and euphemia #ship: the master and the ruler

[silverchildqueen]

Oh, my love,  love is blindness.

El cigarro que sostenía se consumía entre sus dedos, la expresión en su rostro completamente rígida. Las palabras de Amparo resonaban en su cabeza casi como una especie de tortura, porque sabía que tenía razón. Le dijo que un hombre calculador como el sólo podía cometer un error así por una mujer, y así fue aunque lo haya querido negar.  No hay hombres como el, o eso es lo que creía hasta el momento. 

Todos los indicios de lo que realmente ocurría se fueron formando en su cabeza, cada respuesta que ella tenía que más de una criminal era una jodida agente. Hubieron pistas que lo podían llevar a eso, pero el los quiso negar todos, porque aceptar que podía traicionarlo implicaba tener que dejarla ir, tener que mandarla matar. Pero no lo haría, no la mandaría matar, de este particular trabajo se encargaría él mismo; necesitaba mirarla a la cara cuando lo hiciera. Mientras las cenizas caían al suelo, todas las posibles alternativas para combatir esto se formaban, la telaraña que tejería para ella. Una trampa perfecta, que ni alguien de inteligencia la vendría venir. A esa escala llegaría su venganza, por ahora seguiría fingiendo que no se había dado cuenta de nada, mientras la enredaba cada vez más en aquella red de mentiras. 

La traición desmedida jamás viene del enemigo, no realmente. 

#ff: in the spider's web #oc: felix vega #oc: mazikeen isabel blackburn #ship: felix x maze #otp: I broke my own rules for you

[silverchildqueen]

 I know it's hard to be soft. I know it hurts to be kind. I know that when love is lost it's only fear in disguise.

#ff: collision #ff: instruments of chaos #oc: barry #oc: barbara cain #barry x barbara #otp: barry x barbs #otp: wherever you go I go

[silverchildqueen]

We can't look back for nothin', take what you need say your goodbyes.                                                        I gave you everything, and it's a beautiful crime.

#ff: collision #ff: instruments of chaos #oc: harrison 'harry' wells #oc: helena 'lena' cain #harry x lena #otp: CainWells #otp: you're my-ride #otp: he stole the thief's heart

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 A hero is gonna save me                                    just in time.          

#ff: collision #ff: instruments of chaos #oc: barry #oc: helena 'lena' #oc: harrison 'harry' #oc: barbara #oc: leonard 'leo' #oc: logan #oc: maisie #oc: bruce #oc: caity #oc: miss adler #oc: john #oc: joe iris cisco

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“You pretend to be this heartless guy, that no one can touch. You pretend you don’ care about anything but yourself. But it is just a big fat lie. You care about your sisters more than anything in this world, and you would do anything to keep both safe. It breaks your heart to know that Helena and Barabara suffered at the hands of men, and you weren’t able to help them. You want all in the world to believe you are a bad guy, but you aren’t. Today you just prove what I’ve always known. There’s good in you, Snart. And you don’t have to admit it to me, but there’s a part of you that knows that you don’t have to let your past or your father’s sins define you. A part of you that really wants to be more than just a criminal. A part of you wants to give your sisters more than just this criminal path,” “So I should be a hero like you, Barry? What excatly does that pay, again?” “It’s just a matter of time.”

#ff: collision #collision: instruments of chaos #ff: instruments of chaos #collision: Cain Siblings #oc: helena cain #oc: barbara cain #oc: leonard cain #oc: barry

[silverchildqueen]

“Sisters in battle, I am shield and blade to you. As I breathe, your enemies will know no sanctuary. While I live, your cause is mine.”

#ff: collision #collision: instruments of chaos #ff: barbara cain #ff: helena cain #the cain sisters

[silverchildqueen]

La suma de todos los miedos. (cap??)

Sólo tenía 10 años cuando mi padre murió en un accidente, y mi madre murió asesinada. Asesinada frente a mis ojos, un robo a mano armada. Todo ocurrió en el mismo año, te piensas que tanta miseria no te puede perseguir, pero sí que puede. Mi hermanita de tan solo dos años fue dada en adopción, verán, los bebés son más fáciles de dar que los mayorcitos; por eso a mi no me aceptaron. Yo pasé en varias casas, intentando escaparme de todas para encontrar a mi hermana; algunas eran peores que las otras. Me mantenía cuerda desencriptando códigos en el ordenador, leyendo, jugando ajedrez a veces. Pero esa no fue mi peor pesadilla, eso fue el cielo en comparación a lo que vino después. Fui secuestrada un día yendo al colegio, terminé en una red de tráfico humano. Primero me entrenaron, luego pase tres burdeles distintos. Pero mira eh, que me logré escapar de los tres. Simplemente no era demasiado buena cuidándome a mi misma, a veces puedes tener un arma en manos y no tener puta idea de como cuidarte, no va de la mano con la fortaleza o la amenaza que genera un arma. Pero jamás dejé de luchar por mi libertad, y al final lo logré. Aún así me traicionaron, el gobierno que juró protegerme. Es por eso que me uní al profesor, es por esto que decidí dejar atrás a la chica que quería vivir limpiamente. Porque jugar limpio no me ayudó a capturar a la persona que me quito mi inocencia, él seguía libre mientras yo sangraba por dentro porque el hijo de puta tenía comprada a la guardia civil, a jueces, a miembros de inteligencia. Qué hay de justo en eso? El sistema no está roto, el sistema está hecho de esta manera. Esta es mi historia, Venecia, esta me pertenece pero hay muchas más como la mía, peores incluso. Nunca sabes qué problemas tuvieron que superar o que aun siguen tolerando las personas que tienes al lado. Nunca des por sentado a una persona, porque te pueden sorprender. La miseria no está siempre escrita en la cara de la persona, está grabada a fuego en el alma y eso no se ve a simple vista. Las heridas que no se ven son las más profundas. 

Somos atracadores, pero también somos un poco más que eso. Somos la resistencia, somos los que nos plantamos ante la injusticia porque ninguno en este grupo de gente la tuvo fácil.

#ff: el viejo mundo #oc: lucrezia/menfis #oc: ter/venecia